The bald commentator touched his bald head, looked at Wen Hao with a hint of amusement and said: "Although Rockets No. 5 is very smart, his intelligence is not worth mentioning in the face of absolute physical talent. Robinson uses him
I'm afraid that the explosive power of Rockets No. 5 is closely focused on him, completely restricting him. And this time Robinson is like a crazy little beast, leaving no chance for No. 5 to catch the ball, and No. 5 cannot get the opportunity to cut.
, and couldn't receive the pass from his teammates, and his volleyball-style assists couldn't be used. This time, No. 5 was really trapped, trapped by the little beast Robinson."
"I don't know what method their head coach used to motivate Robinson during the halftime break," another commentator nodded and said, "Robinson is completely different now than before, especially his defense, which left Rockets No. 5 with no chance at all.
Chance. The situation on the 5th is not good."
"He couldn't eat my meal." The bald commentator said with a smile again.
When the two commentators said this, the situation on the court was becoming more and more unfavorable to Wen Hao. Under Robinson's crazy defense, within two minutes, Wen Hao did not score a point, not even an assist, and did not even get the ball.
He didn't touch it once. The Nuggets focused on Wen Hao when attacking. Robinson attacked Wen Hao again and again, breaking through Wen Hao four times in two minutes, causing Wen Hao to foul twice. As a result, the Nuggets fell behind.
We have already caught up with 10 points and are only 2 points away.
Rockets coach McHale kept shaking his head, quickly called a timeout, replaced the main force, and then stabilized the situation.
No. 11 knew that Wen Hao had played very poorly just now, and he was probably not in a good mood, and his self-confidence might even be affected. So he turned to look at Wen Hao, intending to comfort Wen Hao with a few words.
But when he saw Wen Hao's expression, he was slightly surprised. He saw that Wen Hao's face did not have the frustration that had appeared before, but his face was calm, but his eyes kept flickering, as if he was thinking quickly in his heart.
Seeing this, No. 11 was relieved. He knew that this expression meant that the player was summarizing the experience in the game just now and thinking about how to play next. He played so badly but was not frustrated at all. It seemed that Wen Hao was
In the first two quarters of the game, I have grown a lot.
The fact is exactly what No. 11 thought. Wen Hao was sitting on the bench, not frustrated, but thinking about the game. Now that he is fully restricted by Robinson, how to break Robinson's restrictions is the problem he faces.
.I used all the tricks that I could use, but when Robinson went crazy, all the tricks were useless. The physical difference between the two was so big that there was really no way...
When Wen Hao was thinking rapidly in his mind, No. 11 called softly in Mandarin: "Wen Hao."
"Huh?" Wen Hao answered subconsciously before turning his head and looking at No. 11.
"Don't worry too much. After coming on the court in the second half of the third quarter, I can't help you offensively, but I can make up for you defensively. You just need to deliberately miss half a point on the left side when defending."
Wen Hao thought about it and realized that this move would indeed work. If the attack fails, at least he should defend Robinson first.
He looked at No. 11 with gratitude and nodded. After he came to Houston, No. 11 took great care of him. From life to the court, whenever he encountered difficulties, No. 11 would help him.
If I don't cheer myself up, I'll be sorry for myself on the 11th alone, if nothing else.
Thinking of this, Wen Hao looked at the court and secretly determined in his heart: He must pass today's level and make a name for himself in the NBA...
As we speak, the game has entered the last four minutes of the third quarter, and the Rockets are temporarily behind by 2 points. Since the main players of both sides fought too hard after coming on the court, especially the Rockets Harden and Warcraft, who were waiting for the score, they fought hard to chase the points.
Generally speaking, the physical strength was exhausted. The head coaches of both sides had to use substitutes.
McHale was still hesitant about whether Wen Hao should play, but when he saw that Wen Hao's face was not at all depressed, he immediately waved his hand: "Wen Hao, come on." Although he had been prejudiced against Wen Hao in the past, he rarely played for Wen Hao.
opportunities, but when he sees Wen Hao's strength, especially his superior basketball IQ, he will still try to give Wen Hao more playing time. As long as Wen Hao doesn't make too big mistakes.
When Wen Hao heard McHale's words, he immediately stood up and walked to the court with the Rockets.
"Oh? Rockets No. 5 is playing again. I didn't expect McHale to let him play again." The bald commentator said with a smile.
"Doesn't he still think Rocket 5 was tortured badly enough? This Chinese is so pitiful." Another commentator also echoed.
At this time, the fans at the Pepsi Center saw Wen Hao playing again. Remembering the tragic scene when Wen Hao was guarded by Robinson just now, they burst into bursts of boos.
When Robinson heard the boos from behind, the coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by a proud look: "How are you, Chinese? Are you still alive?"
Wen Hao didn't speak, his face remained as usual, and he walked to his accustomed position.
Robinson always kept silent when he saw Wen Hao, and seemed to have lost interest in talking trash to Wen Hao, but he still stared at Wen Hao closely and did not give Wen Hao any chance to catch the ball. He had already made up his mind not to play again in this game.
Let Wen Hao score any point and assist.
Sure enough, under his defense, Wen Hao still didn't touch the ball in this attack. Looking back, the Nuggets attacked and the ball continued to be handed over to Robinson. Facing Wen Hao's defense, Robinson smiled disdainfully. He had already
I saw the weakness of the Chinese's defense: he was positioned too far to the right, and he could break in just by relying on his speed.
Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of Robinson's mouth widened a little. The next moment, he suddenly started, without making any fake moves at all, and rushed in from Wen Hao's left side like lightning. At the same time, the smile on his face bloomed.
Come on, make an emergency stop, take off, take a shot - the ball is here!
But at this moment, it darkened in front of him, and a tall figure suddenly flashed over from the side, jumped up high, "pop--", there was a loud sound that shattered the earth, like swatting a fly, connecting the ball with people, knocking Robinson
Photographed from the air.
No. 11 looked down at Robinson lying on the ground and roared. The humiliation that Robinson had wiped out a few years ago was finally avenged today. What a wonderful word!
Robinson was lying on the ground, seemingly stunned. He didn't expect the big Chinese man's block to be so terrifying, falling from the sky like a mountain bearing down on him. In front of this block, his own block back then seemed so insignificant and insignificant.
After a while, he seemed to wake up. He clearly realized that he had been deceived and completely fell into the trap of these two Chinese. The No. 5 position on the left was originally a trap to trick him into breaking through from the right.
And No. 11 was already prepared, waiting for him to break in and block the shot.
"***,***,***!" Robinson cursed three words in a row and stood up suddenly. When he turned around, he saw that No. 5 had dribbled the ball past half court and passed it to the left baseline.
Garcia. Garcia shot with open hands and hit a three-pointer!
"***!" Robinson roared violently with a ferocious face.
"Beep——" The referee standing behind Robinson blew his whistle and gestured: Robinson, technical foul!
