The Rockets' game against the Jazz took place at 7 p.m., and when the Rockets arrived at the Energy Solutions arena, they were met with ridicule and abuse from many fans outside the arena. It was the first time for Wen Hao to come here, and he looked at the menacing fans around him and was a little surprised. Howard patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and said, "Hey brother, do you see, the fans here are very enthusiastic." ”

Wen Hao smiled bitterly, if this was called enthusiasm, he would rather not.

"But when we play, the fans will be a hundred times more enthusiastic than they are now." Howard said with a wicked smile.

From Howard's evil smile and words, Wen Hao can already imagine what kind of treatment they will be treated when they enter the court.

The Rockets changed their clothes in the locker room and entered the court. Wen Hao looked around and saw that there were less than half of the fans now. But less than half of the fans saw the Rockets enter the court to warm up, but gave the Rockets the biggest decibel taunts and insults: "Blow them up, let them go back to Houston!" ”

"Kick them in the ass!"

"Let these Houston kids cry and go back home."

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Wen Hao frowned and shook his head slightly. Before the game even started, the Jazz fans were already showing their toughness. It's hard to imagine what it would be like if the race actually started. He looked at No. 11 next to him, and saw that No. 11 had a solemn expression, but his eyes were very sharp. Wen Hao knew the grievances between the Rockets and Jazz at the beginning, and he also understood the mood of No. 11 at this time. He didn't bother the number 11 and maybe the mood of the 11 will be good for tonight's game.

Half an hour later, the warm-up was over and the game officially began.

Wen Hao was still sitting on the bench as a substitute, but he was not watching the game on the field, but looking at the 20,000 fans in the Energy Solutions Arena. I saw that these fans did not sit and watch the game like the fans in other stadiums, but stood at the beginning. They didn't eat like the fans in other stadiums, but spewed insults and taunts from the start. The invective and taunts of the 20,000 men converged into a huge filthy torrent that swept over Team Rocket, poured into their ears, and struck them in the heart. "In such an environment, no matter which team comes here, it will not be easy", Wen Hao thought in his heart, it really deserves to be the home of the devil.

At this time, halfway through the first quarter, the score of the two sides was 9-19, and the Rockets fell behind by 10 points as soon as they came up.

Amid the overwhelming invective from Jazz fans, it seemed that all Rockets players were affected: Howard ate two caps as soon as he came up, Harden missed all three shots, Parsons missed twice, and Jeremy Lin's breakthrough was ineffective. When the Rockets can't play on the outside, the Jazz can rest assured that Howard on the inside can be wrapped up, so that Howard can't play either.

The commentator on the sidelines saw this situation and said with a smile: "The Rockets, who have a modern combination and Lin Crazy, are 10 points behind as soon as they come up, which is really surprising." ”

"It's not a surprise at the Energy Solutions Arena, just look at the tough fans." Another commentator also laughed.

"Well, it does. But I'm curious, in this situation, why didn't McHale send the treasure they just found for 8 million? This is their savior. The sarcasm in the narrator's tone was palpable.

"Hahahaha...... another commentator laughed, "Maybe this treasure of Team Rocket is just a work of art, just for seeing." ”

"Hahahaha......" The two commentators laughed out loud at each other.

On the other side of the ocean, in the live broadcast room of Xinlang.com, Ke Fan pushed his eyes and said: "I look at the meager messages, in the current situation, many messages are hoping to play on the 11th." When Howard can't play, maybe No. 11 can help the Rockets break the scoring drought. Mr. Su, what do you think? ”

Su Qun next to him nodded: "At present, the outside line of the rocket is not accurate, the inside line is not effective, and there are no points for two minutes, so we need a player who is closer to the inside line and has a soft hand, at least to break the scoring drought first." ”

"Let's see when McHale will let the No. 11 play, then again, the NBA coach is too rigid, and he must pinch a little bit until the rotation time to let go, completely ignoring the situation on the court." Ke Fan said.

Su Qun nodded again: "This is not like those European coaches, who will adjust their personnel according to the situation on the field at any time." Sometimes a player who performs well in the first half and scores a dozen points without being injured suddenly disappears in the second half, and people change at any time according to the situation on the court. On that point alone, NBA coaches are a bit rigid. ”

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At this time, Haier ignored the ridicule of the two commentators, as the head coach, he couldn't be distracted by these senseless ridicule, he had to concentrate on the field. But now he can't concentrate, the fans around him are too noisy.

McHale barely thought about the fans and looked at the bench. Now the Rockets are in a scoring drought again, and within two minutes, none of the five main players on the court scored. "It's not going to go on like this," McHale thought to himself, "somebody has to score." "But even the main players can't score, so what can a bunch of substitutes do? Thinking of this, McHale shook his head helplessly, in the current situation, he, as a head coach, has no choice. If he can still play himself, he can't wait to put on the rocket jersey and play. Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, shook off these unrealistic thoughts from his mind, and returned his gaze to the bench.

At this moment, when his gaze swept over Wen Hao, his eyes suddenly lit up. Maybe this Chinese's passing and breakthrough can help the Rockets break the score, and the Rockets signed him with 8 million not to let him sit on the bench as a spectator.

Thinking of this, McHale shouted to Wen Hao: "Wen, warm up!" ”

But Wen Hao, who was watching the fans, didn't hear the head coach's shout, or the 11th next to him touched him to remind him, and he turned his head to look at McHale. McHale screamed again, but Wen Hao couldn't hear the sound, and could only see McHale's mouth moving. The fans here are so noisy.

However, Wen Hao probably guessed what the head coach meant, and he immediately stood up and walked towards the head coach.

McHale put his mouth in Wen Hao's ear and shouted: "Break, pass, shoot, no matter what way, I just want the Rockets to score!" ”

"Got it." Wen Hao responded, but his voice was immediately drowned in the mixed cheers and insults of the fans. Wen Hao glanced up at the 20,000 fans in the Energy Solutions Arena, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth: I will calm you down......

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