“we,want,wen……”

At the beginning, there were only two or three hundred people, shouting "let Wen Hao play" like a coax, which was a deliberate cause of trouble when they hated that the rocket was not made of steel. But after a while, the shouts grew louder and louder, and more and more people echoed. Gradually, such shouts came from the mouths of every fan who did not leave the stadium, forming a torrent that rushed and roared in the Toyota Center.

The two commentators looked at each other in surprise and looked around at the more than 10,000 fans at the scene, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

"If I'm not mistaken, Zen master Jackson only enjoyed that during the Lakers' home game in 2012-13!" A narrator's eyes widened.

"That's right, that season, the Lakers didn't have a good record, and every time the Lakers were about to lose, the Staples Center would ring like that. Unexpectedly, today at the Toyota Center, we heard such a call again. And this time, the protagonist turned out to be Wen from China! A fringe player who only gets a ten-day short contract. Could it be that Wen Hao's status in the Rockets is comparable to that of the Zen master in the Lakers? ”

"Of course it's impossible, it's just that the Rockets are on a five-game losing streak, and it just so happens that the first two games have been extremely good and have always helped the Rockets take the lead. So at a moment like today, some fans think of Wenlai, and most of the fans follow suit. If a fringe player can save the Rockets, it is definitely the biggest mockery of the Rockets coach. ”

"That's true. But even so, Wen can enjoy the voice of the home fans, and you can see how impressive he has been with the fans in his first two games. That elusive pass still exists in the memory of the fans, so Wen Hao can enjoy the voices of the fans today, although it is unexpected, it is reasonable. I just don't know, McHale, who is competing with fans, reporters and experts, will let Wen Hao play? ”

In the Rockets rest area, McHale stood there with his back to the court, not saying a word, looking as tough as ever.

"It seems that McHale will not change his mind." A commentator said disappointedly.

I don't know this explanation, McHale actually regretted it in his heart for a long time, and his intestines were all remorseful. If he could turn back time by pumping himself a few big mouths, he would not hesitate to pump himself bloody.

The main problem of the Rockets today is that there are too few passes, each player focuses on singles and ignores passing, although he has emphasized it several times, but the Bobcats' defense is extremely good, forcing the Rockets players to play alone. The result of the singles is to be 15 points behind.

McHale knows better than anyone that what the Rockets need most now is Wen Hao's passing ability. He can even conclude that as long as Wen Hao is on the field, the situation will definitely change.

But I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't promise not to let Wen Hao play in front of so many reporters. If you let Wen Hao go now, wouldn't you slap yourself in the face? Is there anything more humiliating in the world?

McHale's mind was in turmoil, and his hair was messy. When I unintentionally looked up, I saw Morey in the audience smiling at him. A burst of anger surged in his heart, and the bull energy was about to attack again: If you want him to go, I won't let him go, even if he loses six times in a row!

Morey saw the stubborn sneer on the corner of McHale's mouth, and he knew that McHale's bullishness was coming up again. Once McHale is bullish, let alone nine cows, even nine girls with surnames may not be able to pull it back.

However, Morey was not in a hurry, he waved his hand at McHale, and then pointed to the boss Alexander next to him.

McHale's stubborn gaze followed Morey's finger to Alexander. I saw Alexander pointing at Wen Hao's back intentionally or unintentionally, and then nodded slightly.

McHale's sneer froze, and his messy heart fell into an ice cellar at this moment.

He understood what the boss meant, and the boss wanted Wen Hao to play.

At this moment, McHale's iron-blue face became extremely ugly, and he felt unprecedented pressure. Although the boss does not interfere with the coach's decision in principle, after all, he is the boss, and he is just a part-time worker.

I can work with reporters, fans, and experts, but I don't have that strength for the boss.

Thinking of this, McHale's face looked a little pale. He nodded weakly to Alexander, turned his head, and pointed at Wen Hao: "Wen, play." After saying this, he silently walked to the chair and sat down slowly. He was a little lost, but at the same time he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

In his unwillingness, the bullish energy in his heart floated up again: It's okay to let him play, but if I don't give him tactics and a way of playing, let him flutter around like a headless fly, I don't believe he can play well. As soon as the ten-day contract period arrived, he should go or go, and at that time, even the boss had nothing to say.

Wen Hao didn't know these nonsense thoughts in the head coach's heart. When he heard the shouts echoing from the audience, he was already excited. How incredible it is that a fringe player who has never been able to play can enjoy the voices of more than 10,000 people.

Then he waited for McHale's decision. When he heard the word "play" in McHale's mouth, Wen Hao almost bounced, hurriedly took off his training clothes, warmed up briefly, and walked to the field. Once again, his arms trembled with excitement and excitement. Looking at the huge blood-red rocket logo in the middle circle, the blood in his heart surged like a tide. As the blood hit his heart, his fists clenched: "It's finally time for me to play." ”

Looking up at the more than 10,000 fans around him, he said solemnly in his heart: "Thank you, I will not let you down." ”

At this time, the fans of the Rockets saw Wen Hao look up, and they suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers: "Come on, Wen!" ”

"Go ahead with the rocket, Wen!"

"We believe in you, Wen!"

With 7 minutes left and 15 points left on the score, when the main players were almost out of action due to physical exhaustion, fans pinned all their hopes on a short-term contract player. It may seem so incredible, but it's often so wonderful. Just like in 2011, when the Knicks were facing a desperate situation, Jeremy Lin, who had been unable to play, would suddenly break out and fall from the sky, thus achieving the miracle of "Lin Madness".

And tonight, a new madness, a new miracle, belongs to Wen Hao's performance moment, which is destined to be staged at the Toyota Center......

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