Although I don't understand why Wang Meng is so persistent about winning this game, Deng Huade can't refute Wang Meng's words, after all, he is the head coach, and the players want to win, as the head coach, they must not object.

"Then you have to be careful not to get injured, if you get injured in order to win this game and miss the next game, it will not be worth it." Deng Huade said.

Wang Meng nodded, looking at the British team on the other side with an unkind face. There was a gleam in his eyes. "You think you'll beat me like this?"

After the half-time pause, the lineup of the Chinese team changed back to Wang Meng, Zhu Fangyu, Yi Jianlian, Wang Zhizhi and Yao Ming's big man lineup, in the face of most teams, the big man lineup can always take more advantage, and Deng Huade himself thought about it, since the opponent is very black, and the referee does not blow fouls, then the effect of the combination of small three-point rain is very general, and the effect should be much better if it is replaced by a big man to play the inside.

But it's clear that Dunward is underestimating the shamelessness of the British team. The ball of the British team, Ruer Deng missed the three-point accuracy under Yi Jianlian's defense, Yao Ming jumped high and was about to grab the rebound, but then the British center next to him screamed and fell to the ground and rolled on the spot.

"Foul 13!" The referee's words almost made Yao Ming angry, and he didn't touch him at all, which must be considered a foul!

Even the good-natured Yao Ming couldn't stand such an unscrupulous blowing, and strode over to reason with the referee.

"Yao Ming! You keep me on the sidelines! Deng Huade shouted on the sidelines, and at the same time, Yi Jianlian and Wang Zhizhi went up and pulled Yao Ming down.

"I don't give a way to live!" Yao Ming sat on the bench and said indignantly: "I didn't do anything, so I didn't do anything, so I made four inexplicable offenses? I've been playing in so many years and I've never seen such a black whistle! ”

Seeing that Yao Ming was sent off as soon as he came on the field, Wang Meng's anger in his heart became more and more intense, "Aren't you able to blow it?" You have the ability to blow us all down! ”

It was still the ball of the British team, and this time Ruhr Deng did not blindly go to the single with the ball, but instigated his teammates to score on the inside line.

"Instant explosion!" Wang Meng, who was resentful in his heart, received the serve, and rushed forward without thinking about it.

Seeing Wang Meng sprinting, the point guard of the British team immediately caught up with him, blocking Wang Meng's way forward, and at the same time, a sneering smile appeared on his face, as if he was saying to Wang Meng: "Do you want to go over?" Give it a try. ”

Seeing this, Wang Meng sneered, secretly exerted all his strength, and slammed into him fiercely in the chest.

The British point guard only felt a huge force in his chest that he couldn't imagine, and his whole body couldn't control it and flew out, he struggled to slash twice in the air with both hands, but didn't catch anything, and then fell to the ground hard.

"Squeak! Offensive foul! The referee actually wanted to blow a malicious foul to send Wang Meng off the court, but Wang Meng really didn't have any superfluous actions this time, one of his hands was dribbling, and the other was good, and he was directly behind him, and it was completely a British team player who used his chest to hit the fly, and it was difficult to even judge an offensive foul like this, let alone a malicious foul? No matter how arrogant the referee is, it is impossible to make such a brain-dead decision in the globally broadcast Olympic Games.

"How? Is it comfortable? If you're not afraid of death, you'll come back to stop me later! Wang Meng grabbed the basketball with one hand, approached the British team point guard who fell to the ground, and looked at the player condescendingly and coldly said.

The player opened his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Wang Meng turned to leave.

Offensive fouls, the ball is British again, this time the British big forward wanted to single Yi Jianlian, and he swayed with his feet for half a day before making a layup, but he was covered by Yi Jianlian's big hat.

Wang Meng picked up the covered basketball and secretly shouted, "Explode in an instant!" "Instantly rushed to the backfield of the British team.

Wang Meng's defensive player, the point guard who was knocked away by Wang Meng just now subconsciously wanted to go up to stop Wang Meng, but as soon as he moved, he felt a faint pain in his chest, and at the same time, what Wang Meng had said before came to his mind, "If you are not afraid of death, you will come back to stop me later!" He paused, and at this moment, Wang Meng had already used his speed to pass him, and rushed to the backfield of the British team without stopping.

Wang Meng, who ran with all his strength after the instant outburst, no one could catch up, Wang Meng had enough strength, took two big steps, jumped high at the free throw line, and made a bow shape in the air, as the body floated under the basket, Wang Meng's arm muscles suddenly tightened, and he slammed down on the basket with both hands.

"Boom!" The loud sound almost drowned out the boos of the fans on the court, and the strong force made the basket tremble.

Wang Meng let go of his hands and landed on the ground while looking at the referee. "You have the ability, you blow my ball and try to do it one step at a time?"

This was not said too loudly, and the referee did not hear it, but the referee saw Wang Meng looking at him, and his face was not good, and he was a little angry in his heart, "What do you see, haven't you seen the referee?" Look at me again, I'll blow you for flouting the referee! ”

Due to the care of the referee, the British team played very openly, and in the case of the referee turning a blind eye, some of the offenses that were supposed to be illegal were also used without attracting attention, and the players of the Chinese team, for fear of fouls, were afraid of fouls one by one, and could not do their best, and the level of the two sides was obvious.

However, as the game progressed, sweat began to appear on the head of the head of the British team.

He was stunned to find that even if the referee was helping, the British team could not open the score gap, Wang Meng was always scoring, impacting the inside line, and I was shooting on the outside.

Wang Meng made two consecutive three-pointers on the outside like a convulsion, so that the British team not only did not widen the score gap, but was directly chased to within two points.

Defending Wang Meng to break through, you can use small actions to play a black hand, but Wang Meng shoots on the outside, the British team has no choice, can't block, can't shoot you go up and push people, such an obvious foul The referee can't blow it if he wants to.

Wang Meng held the ball at the three-point line again, and this time the British team defenders, who had been scared by Wang Meng, saw Wang Meng holding the ball, and hurriedly came up and hugged Wang Meng tightly.

But Wang Meng didn't care at all, and jumped up directly on the spot. Seeing this, the defender hurriedly jumped up, but was stunned to find that his height was not as good as Wang Meng, and it was undoubtedly a luxury to want to block Wang Meng, "Since you can't stop it, then" The defender thought, and the evil was bold, and he stretched out his hand and lined up on Wang Meng's arm.

"Smack!" The crisp hitting sound sounded, but the referee's whistle did not sound, Wang Meng ignored these, endured the pain, and threw the basketball in his hand.

"Huh!"

The defender's face turned pale.

"Defend me? Aren't you very good at using small movements? Come on? ”

Wang Meng looked at the British team's defenders with sideways eyes, and said disdainfully.

"Even if you want to stop me?"

(To be continued)