As soon as the Rockets came on the court, Beverley dribbled the ball past half court and found that there was no first opportunity to attack, so he waited and watched from the outside.
Wen Hao once again made a circle inside, used Asik's screen to get rid of Bill, and came to the three-point line. Beverly's pass arrived at the right time. Seeing Wen Hao get the ball, Bill came to Wen Hao again.
In front of Wen Hao: "Chinese, aren't your pick-and-rolls very good? If you have the guts, try it again." Bill provoked Wen Hao as always, but there was more anger in his provocation.
Before Bill finished speaking, No. 11 was already blocking his side. Wen Hao smiled slightly and said, "As you wish." Before he finished speaking, he used the cover of No. 11 to rush into the inside line.
When the head coach of the Wizards saw Wen Hao entering the paint, a smile appeared on his face. Wen Hao rushed in and played into the Wizards' hands. Bill thought the same way. When Wen Hao entered the paint, he did not go there.
Chasing Wen Hao, he stood in front of No. 11, blocking No. 11's follow-up route. The Wizards' inside center was already like a huge cover, overwhelmingly covering Wen Hao.
"The pick-and-roll is broken..." one commentator said quickly. The other commentator nodded nervously. In their opinion, No. 11 was unable to follow up, and No. 5 was blocked and unable to take action. Their pick-and-roll was 100% broken.
Everyone in the Rockets was slightly shocked. The pick-and-roll was broken, and the Rockets' bench no longer had any powerful weapons.
However, it turned out that their worries were unnecessary. When No. 11 realized that he could not follow up, he made an instant decision. He did not force his way to the basket, but took a slight step back and retreated beyond the free throw line.
Half a step to open the distance between him and Bill. At the same time, Wen Hao made a hidden behind-the-back pass and it was delivered to No. 11.
After No. 11 got the ball, he took off lightly, shook his right hand, and the basketball flew toward the basket. Bill jumped as hard as he could to no avail. There was a difference of more than 20 centimeters between 1.91 meters and 2.26 meters.
.He can only watch the ball and sigh.
"Whoa." Naturally, No. 11's shot hit the basket. His shooting touch was very soft to begin with, and with Wen Hao's 70% assist rate, it was easy to hit the ball.
The head coach of the Wizards frowned slightly. He seemed to have missed a move. But he did not make a decision immediately, but wanted to wait and see. After all, one ball could not explain anything.
Bill was even more angry at this time. The task given by the head coach was to guard No. 5 before the pick-and-roll, and to guard No. 11 after the pick-and-roll. Unexpectedly, he was fooled by the Chinese pair as soon as he came up. He looked at No. 11
He glanced at him, then turned around and glared at Wen Hao: "Chinese, just wait for me."
The angry Bill really showed off his power. After turning around, he easily broke through Wen Hao's defense and hit a jump shot before the defense on the 11th. But he was not relieved yet, and he vowed to guard against the Chinese pair.
The Rockets continued to attack, and Beverley tried to play a fast break, but the Wizards retreated quickly, so he had to stabilize, and then naturally handed the ball to Wen Hao. Now in Beverley's view, it was impossible to play a fast break.
Giving the ball to Wen Hao is the safest choice, because Wen Hao can always make the ball fall into the Wizards' basket. And the head coach also told him so.
Wen Hao took the ball, and No. 11 still came up to do the pick-and-roll, and he went to the basket again. Bill still blocked No. 11 to prevent him from following up. No. 11 also took half a step back like last time, and Wen Hao's
The pass has already reached his hands.
"Don't even think about it!" Bill roared angrily and rushed toward No. 11. But his height difference was too far and he couldn't reach No. 11's shot. No. 11 shook his wrist slightly, and the basketball flew towards the basket again.
Bill threw himself too hard because of his anger, and bumped directly into No. 11. No. 11 staggered two steps before standing still.
"Uh-huh."
"beep."
Two sounds sounded almost at the same time. The former was the clear and sweet sound of basketball rubbing against the ball, and the latter was the referee's whistle.
"***!" Bill cursed in a low voice and looked at No. 11 hatefully.
He failed to guard No. 11, but was beaten two plus one by No. 11, which made him furious. At this moment, Wen Hao came over, smiled slightly, and said in fluent American English: "The Chinese are still
Fine?"
"***!" Bill cursed again, but his voice was lower than the previous sentence, and the referee was standing behind him. But the lower voice does not mean that he is less angry. He was close to losing his mind at this time. "
Damn Chinese, damn No. 5, I will make you pay the price, we will see."
Looking back, the angry Bill rushed forward, directly squeezed Wen Hao and rushed into the inside. When he was two meters away from the basket, he suddenly jumped up. Losing his mind, he actually wanted to hit No. 11 who was 2.26 meters away.
Dunk.
"Pa." A loud sound filled his ears, almost shattering his eardrums. The next moment, he was dribbling the ball and fell heavily to the floor.
The Wizards players were shocked. They all froze for a moment and looked at the referee, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. But the referee indicated that the block just now was clean and there was no foul.
Wen Hao didn't care, he had already pounced on the basketball when it was blocked, and ran towards the front court with the ball. When the Wizards came to their senses, he was almost crossing the midline.
Bill was covered and fell to the ground. If he was about to get up, the Rockets' fast break would have ended. But when he saw that Wen Hao had the ball, he miraculously bounced up the moment it landed and chased after him.
Wen Hao ran towards the Wizards' half court.
At this time, Wen Hao took the lead and had already passed the center line and was about to enter the three-point line. Bill's eyes were about to spurt blood as he caught up with Wen Hao two steps away.
With the speed of Wen Hao and Bill, Bill would definitely have time to block the shot before Wen Hao made a layup.
Bill knew this, and so did Wen Hao. So while dribbling and running toward the basket, he looked to his left and saw No. 11 on the left sideline trying to follow up, and on the right sideline was Beverly like a bolt of lightning.
Follow me.
It was clear who should pass the ball to him. Wen Hao continued dribbling while looking at Beverley on the right.
Although Bill was extremely angry, the player's instinct still made him move half a step to the right. He knew that Wen Hao would definitely pass to the faster Beverley. Anyone would make this choice.
The fans at the scene also shouted to Bill: "Guard him."
"Don't let him pass the ball."
…
But just when everyone thought Wen Hao was going to pass to Beverley, Wen Hao made a simple three-step layup without any fancy, and took the ball to the basket. And his last step did not accelerate, but
It's slowing down, almost jumping straight up and down for a layup.
Bill behind him was stunned for a moment because of his misjudgment. He was so stunned that his body hit Wen Hao's back because of his habit.
Suddenly, like sparks hitting the earth, Wen Hao and Bill fell to the floor at the same time after a violent collision.
The difference was that Wen Hao had a smile on his face, but Bill's face showed a perfect version of despair. As the two of them slid across the floor——
"Uh-huh."
"beep."
The same two sounds as before sounded the death knell of hell to Bill.
