At first, there were only two to three hundred people, shouting "Let Wen Hao come on" like a boo. This was because they hated the Rockets for their inability to make steel. But after a while, the shouts became louder and louder, and the people who agreed with them became louder and louder.
More and more. Gradually, such shouts came from the mouths of every fan who did not leave the field, forming a torrent that roared through 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. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.
"If I remember correctly, Jackson Jackson only enjoyed such a voice during the Lakers' home games in the 12-13 season!" A commentator widened his eyes.
"Yes, that season, the Lakers had a poor record. Every time the Lakers were about to lose, the Staples Center would hear such a cry. Unexpectedly, today at the Toyota Center, we would hear such a cry again. And
This time, the protagonist turned out to be Wen Hao from China! A fringe player who only got a ten-day short contract. Could it be said that Wen Hao's status in the Rockets is comparable to that of Zen Master in the Lakers?"
"Of course this is impossible, but the Rockets are in a five-game losing streak, and Wen's performance in the first two games happened to be extremely good, always helping the Rockets take the lead. So at a moment like today, some fans think of Wen, and
Most fans followed suit. If a fringe player can save the Rockets, it would definitely be the biggest mockery of the Rockets coach."
"That's true. But even so, Wen can enjoy the cheers of the home fans, and we can see how deeply he impressed the fans in the first two games. That elusive pass still remains in the memory to this day.
In the memory of fans, therefore, Wen Hao can enjoy the support of fans today, although it is unexpected, but it is also reasonable. I just don’t know if McHale, who is competing with fans, reporters and experts, will let Wen Hao.
Hao comes on stage?"
In the Rockets dugout, McHale stood there with his back to the court, his face ashen, without saying a word, looking as tough as ever.
"It seems that McHale will not change his mind." One commentator said disappointedly.
This commentator didn't know that McHale had regretted it for a long time, and his intestines were full of regret. If he could turn back time by spanking himself a few times, he would not hesitate to slap himself until he was bleeding.
The main problem of the Rockets today is that there are too few passes. Every player focuses on isolations and ignores passing. Although I have emphasized it several times, the Bobcats' defense is extremely good, forcing the Rockets players to have to play isolations.
The result of singles was 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 plays, the situation will definitely change.
But I shouldn’t, absolutely shouldn’t, I shouldn’t have promised not to let Wen Hao play in front of so many reporters. If I let Wen Hao play now, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face? There is nothing more embarrassing in the world than this
What's the matter?
McHale was in a state of confusion, and his usually meticulous hair was messy. He raised his head inadvertently and saw Morey in the audience smiling strangely at him. There was a surge of anger in his heart, and that awesome energy was about to break out again: You guys
If he wants to go, I won't let him go, not 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 was getting aggressive again. Once McHale got aggressive, not to mention nine, even nine sexy girls might not be able to pull him back.
However, Morey was not in a hurry. He waved to McHale and then pointed to the boss Alexander next to him.
McHale's stubborn eyes followed Morey's fingers and looked at Alexander. Alexander pointed at Wen Hao's back intentionally or unintentionally, and then nodded slightly.
McHale's sneer faltered, and his messy heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.
He understood what the boss meant. The boss wanted Wen Hao to play.
At this moment, McHale's livid face became extremely ugly, and he felt unprecedented pressure. Although the boss did not interfere with the coach's decision in principle, after all, he was the boss and he was just a part-time worker. If the boss said a word, he would not dare to interfere with the coach's decision.
If you don't listen, you may be fired in minutes.
I can go against reporters, fans, and experts, but I don't have that strength against the boss.
Thinking of this, McHale's face looked a little pale. He nodded feebly to Alexander, turned his head and pointed at Wen Hao: "Wen, come on." After saying this, he silently walked to the seat.
He walked forward and slowly sat down. He was a little disappointed, but at the same time he was still a little unwilling.
In his unwillingness, the strong energy in his heart came up again: It's okay to let him play, but if I don't arrange tactics and play methods for him, and let him flutter around like a headless fly, I don't believe he can play.
Result. When the ten-day contract period is up, he still has to leave. At that time, even the boss has nothing to say.
Wen Hao didn't know these messy thoughts in the head coach's mind. When he heard such shouts echoing in the audience, he was already excited. A fringe player who has never been able to play can actually enjoy more than 10,000 people.
How incredible is this cry.
Then he eagerly waited for McHale's decision. When he heard the word "play" from McHale's mouth, Wen Hao almost jumped up, hurriedly took off his training clothes, briefly warmed up, and went to the court.
He walked up. His arms trembled with excitement again. 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 fist
He held it tightly: "It's finally my turn."
Looking up at the more than 10,000 fans around him, he solemnly said in his heart: "Thank you, I will not let you down."
At this time, the Rockets fans saw Wen Hao raising his head, and they suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers: "Come on, Wen Hao!"
"Go ahead with the rocket, Vin!"
"We believe in you, Vin!"
With 7 minutes left on the clock and the score still 15 points behind, when the main players had almost lost their fighting capacity due to lack of physical strength, the fans placed all their hopes on a short-term contract player. This seems so incredible.
, but things are often so wonderful. Just like in 2011, when the Knicks were facing a desperate situation, Jeremy Lin, who had been unable to play, suddenly broke out and a magic weapon descended from the sky, thus achieving the miracle of "Linsanity".
And tonight, new craziness, new miracle, Wen Hao’s performance moment is destined to be staged at Toyota Center...
