When the Pistons head coach saw the Rockets' lineup, he was stunned at first, and then became a little angry. All the tactics he had just deployed to defend Harden were in vain. In anxiety and anger, he waved exaggeratedly on the sidelines.
Holding his arms, he said to the Pistons' backup point guard and backup shooting guard: "Do what I just said, guard him."
In fact, there is no need for the head coach to say that the two of them will try their best to guard against Wen Hao. They already hate Wen Hao deeply in their hearts. It was this kid who just played tricks on them several times in a row, making them embarrassed in front of their teammates.
All face.
At this time, Rockets substitute point guard Beverley dribbled the ball past half-court. His speed was top-notch and his impact was very strong. He went directly to the inside, causing the Pistons inside to be in a mess. Beverley took this opportunity to pass the ball
The pass was passed to Wen Hao, who was under less defensive pressure on the outside.
When Black and the backup point guard of the Pistons saw Wen Hao getting the ball, they thought of what the coach said, and they immediately blocked Wen Hao's pass to the inside. At the same time, another Pistons player also moved inside, and they both
I know Wen Hao will only pass the ball inside.
However, just when they took the first step, the ball came to Wen Hao's hands, but before it stayed in Wen Hao's hands for a second, he passed it to Parsons Pistons outside the left three-point line.
Due to a misjudgment, the team players had no time to defend. They could only watch as Parsons took the ball, shot a three-pointer, and hit it accurately.
"Parsons' three-point shooting percentage has always been very high. This is his sixth three-pointer today. This three-pointer helped the Rockets narrow the point difference to 5 points." The commentator said slightly excitedly.
"Yes, Parsons is very strong, but we also need to see Wen's contribution. Although Wen's shot was not as exciting as the previous ones, his timing was just right. The ball was not sticky and he immediately caught the ball.
The pass came out, making it too late for the Pistons to make up defense, and this was Parsons' three-pointer."
"In total, this is Wen's fifth consecutive assist. In the past five times, every time he passes the ball, it will be converted into points. This pass-to-score ratio is really staggering."
Parsons was a little strange at this time. When he just took the shot, he didn't feel very good. He was already ready to rush for the rebound. But it was strange that the ball seemed to have eyes and flew directly in.
Basket. This feeling is really weird.
Black and his teammates of the Pistons were a little confused at this time. Didn't the coach say that this Chinese guy would only pass to the inside?
The head coach of the Pistons is also a little confused. Has he been deceived by this kid? He can pass the ball to the outside, and he can pass it very well.
Thinking of this, the Pistons head coach was also a little annoyed. He shouted from the sidelines: "Blake, beat that kid down, or you will never play again."
After hearing what the coach said, Black was shocked. He had finally gotten the opportunity to play for about 7 minutes in each game. Could it be that he was ruined by a Chinaman like this?
"***, damn Chinaman, I want you to see how powerful I am." Black was filled with anger, and he must beat this Chinaman down.
At this time, he took the ball to attack. After several consecutive changes of direction, he looked at the Rockets No. 11, who was still far away.
He had used many forced breakthroughs before the performance, and his shoulder had already hit Wen Hao's shoulder from the side. In this way, he did not commit a foul, but he could also knock Wen Hao away and rush into the inside. He had done this many times.
But at this moment, Wen Hao's steps suddenly changed strangely, facing Blake from the side to the front. The next moment, a "bang" sound came out, and his chest solidly collided with Blake's shoulder.
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A pain that penetrated the bone marrow came. Before Wen Hao had time to react, he flew backwards and slid more than two meters on the floor before he stopped.
"Dudududu——" A quick and sharp whistle sounded, and the referee made a strong gesture, "Offensive foul!"
"What?!" Blake was filled with anger, his face was red, and he suddenly turned his head and yelled at the referee, "Is there any mistake? It was obviously the Chinese guy who blocked it..."
The referee ignored him and turned to the technical table to indicate that the Rockets had the ball.
Blake chased the referee to argue, but his teammates grabbed him and asked, "Do you want a technical foul?"
Black then stopped and turned to look at the coach. He saw the coach looking at him with a livid face, as if he was about to be replaced at any time.
"It's all because of that Chinaman." Black glared at Wen Hao who was lying on the floor, and turned back to defend. He must guard against this Chinaman and beat him down.
"Nice job." No. 11 and Parsons came over and pulled Wen Hao up at the same time. Parsons even patted Wen Hao's butt.
"Does it hurt?" Little Black Bean Brooks laughed and said to Wen Hao, "It's OK to draw a foul, but you can't really block the hole with your chest. You should be smarter, like diving or something."
Wen Hao clutched his still aching chest and shook his head with a wry smile. Ever since he entered the NBA, he has had very few opportunities to play. He has almost forgotten even basic shooting. There is no chance to practice diving. He can't be in training.
Just practice this.
In the next Rockets offense, Wen Hao kept running in and out of the half court, looking for opportunities to catch the ball. Blake followed Wen Hao closely. He was already furious. He couldn't let Wen Hao score another point. He had to
Knock this Chinaman down.
At this time, after Parsons dribbled to the inside, seeing that there was no chance, he immediately passed the ball to Wen Hao on the outside.
After a few minutes, the Rockets players have developed some trust in Wen Hao. Five consecutive assists were obtained, making the teammates feel that as long as the ball passed by Wen Hao, it would definitely be scored.
When Blake saw Wen Hao holding the ball, he pounced on him fiercely with red eyes. He knew that the Chinaman hardly ever dribbled the ball, and only passed the ball. So he just had to pounce more fiercely to make the Chinaman fear and pass the ball.
The ball will be missed.
But this time, when he pounced on Wen Hao, Wen Hao did not pass the ball out, but jumped up directly and made a shooting posture. Before Black had time to think, he had already pounced on Wen Hao.
"Beep!" The sharp whistle sounded again, like a bell, announcing Blake's death sentence.
"Pistons, Black, defensive foul," the on-site commentary said, "Rockets, three free throws."
"The Pistons requested a substitution and Blake was substituted."
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At this moment, Black's head hung down feebly. He didn't beat the damn Chinese down, but was beaten down by the Chinese first. It's over, it's over...
