"As long as you play, you have to try your best." Wen Hao secretly clenched his fists and looked at McHale. Although he didn't know why the head coach always disliked him, he secretly swore in his heart: You won't let me
Staying in the Rockets is great. As long as I have one minute of playing time, I will counterattack you with my best performance. Even if I leave the Rockets, I will make you regret your original decision!
The break was very short for the players on both sides, but it was quite long for the spectators and fans. Finally, when the head coach signaled that the fourth quarter was about to begin, the players from both sides came on the court again. Neither side made any changes.
People, there are still one or two main players with substitutes playing.
Wen Hao walked onto the court with an unspeakable anger in his heart. His anger did not come from Hall, but from head coach McHale. No matter how he performed, McHale never gave him a good look.
"In this case, I will make you regret what you just said!" Wen Hao glanced at McHale one last time, then withdrew his gaze, staring coldly at Hall in front of him, and said in his heart: "I'm sorry, I will do it tonight.
Let me do the surgery on you."
Hall didn't understand what Wen Hao was thinking, but when he saw Wen Hao's eyes, his heart trembled. What was going on? This Chinese man's aura was completely different from before.
But the game had already started at this time, and Hall couldn't think too much. He followed the Hornets to attack forward. But just like the third quarter, as long as he moved, Wen Hao would stick to his side. And now Wen Hao seemed to
Sticking closer, he went to the outside line, and Wen Hao followed to the outside line. He went to the inside line, and Wen Hao followed to the inside line, making it difficult for him to even breathe. Under Wen Hao's close defense, under Wen Hao's chilling eyes
Under his watchful eyes, for five rounds, he never touched the ball once.
The head coach of the Hornets was anxious off the court. He stood up from his chair and waved to Hall: "Can you still play? A fringe player defends you like this? Hall, what do you do for a living!"
Hall was shocked and quickly told the head coach that he would definitely break Wen Hao's defense. The head coach then stepped back.
But ideals are beautiful, but reality is often cruel to the extreme. After another two rounds, Hall still didn't touch the ball once. At this time, he felt like crying, and he almost touched the tip of his nose.
Wen Hao was with us, and he wished he could punch his nose out of shape. He had never seen someone so defensive. Did he have to entangle people to death?
What's even more annoying is that this annoying guy just took advantage of his not paying attention and secretly caught the ball twice and scored assists.
Thinking of this, Hall took a peek at the head coach on the sidelines. Sure enough, he saw the head coach glaring at him. He quickly withdrew his gaze. He decided to change his strategy. Since he couldn't break through this kid's defense, he could only prevent him from death.
Let him make up for it by passing the ball.
So Hall followed Wen Hao in the next few rounds, just like Wen Hao defended him, without moving a step. He now feels that this is the only way to prevent Wen Hao's pass.
There was such a strange scene on the court: No. 5 of the Rockets and No. 4 of the Hornets kept running back and forth on the court, but they never got the ball. It was like eight other people were playing, and the two of them were
Same as the referee.
The head coach of the Hornets and the head coach of the Rockets had different mentality when they saw this spectacle. The head coach of the Hornets was getting more and more anxious. Hall was considered to be the second scoring point among the Hornets' substitutes. Without his scoring, the Hornets' substitutes were
The firepower was reduced by nearly half; but Rockets head coach McHale had his hands on his chest and even a smile on his lips. Wen was just a fringe player for the Rockets. They used fringe players to fight the opponent's second scoring point in a war of attrition. The Rockets
Guaranteed profit without loss.
"The game has reached the third minute of the fourth quarter. Because the Rockets No. 5 blocked the second scoring point of the Hornets substitute, the Hornets' scoring ability was greatly reduced. Now the Rockets have a 6-point lead." This was not warm on the court.
In a game that was not popular, the commentator spoke.
"Although the current game is not very fierce, the Rockets' No. 5 is eye-catching. His style of play is very smart. Although he is not as tall as his opponent, not as strong as his opponent, and not as fast as his opponent, he relies on his life-threatening
His defense prevented the opponent from catching a single ball." Another commentator looked at Wen Hao appreciatively.
"It's true. He doesn't feel like he's playing ball, but like he's trying his best. He's a bit similar to Beverley. The Hornets' Hall lost his temper because of his guarding."
"If you look at it from a defensive point of view, he did very well today, at least much better than the last game. But offensively, it is a bit unsatisfactory. Although he got 4 assists in five minutes of playing, he is now also beaten by Huo
I was so defensive that I couldn't even catch the ball. In two minutes, the two sides will make substitutions. It seems that his performance for today is over."
After hearing the commentary, in two corners of the stadium, the intern reporter and Yu Song also secretly became anxious. They all expected Wen Hao to shine in the game, but they didn't expect this result today. It was really disappointing.
People are very unwilling.
On the court, No. 11 saw that Wen Hao couldn't get the ball. He thought for a moment, came to Wen Hao, lowered his head and said something.
Hearing what No. 11 said, Wen Hao's eyes instantly brightened up. He nodded and said, "That's it."
At this time, the Rockets had the ball for half the game, and Beverley was still taking the ball from the outside looking for opportunities. At this time, the Rockets' No. 11 did not go to the inside to grab position like before, but suddenly came up to help Wen Hao.
A screen was set. Hall almost hit the side of No. 11 sideways. He staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground. Wen Hao took the opportunity to run out of the open space. At the same time, Beverley's pass also arrived.
"No!" Hall yelled in his heart. He knew that as long as Wen Hao got the ball, it would definitely be converted into an assist. He rushed towards Wen Hao with all his strength. But Wen Hao dribbled the ball, and again
Passing by No. 11, he used No. 11's cover. No. 11 was like a big mountain, blocking Hall solidly. Wen Hao dribbled the ball to the inside, with overwhelming momentum, and seemed determined to win these two.
point.
The Hornets head coach was so anxious on the sidelines that he almost jumped up and waved his arms exaggeratedly: "Stop him, stop him! Can't let him go to the layup..."
Under the scolding of the coach, three Hornets players covered Wen Hao when he took off, completely sealing the top of his head.
But at this moment, when everyone thought that the ball was bound to be blocked, Wen Hao gently hooked his hand from in front of him, and the basketball flew over his head and flew backwards. At the same time, the ball reached 2.2 meters.
Sixth, No. 11 followed up, and with a clear understanding, he leaped high, caught the ball in the air, and hit a dunk across the three defenders who had been deceived but were still in the air.
