The game between the Rockets and the Jazz was held at 7 o'clock in the evening. When the Rockets players arrived at the Energy Solutions Arena, they encountered many fans laughing and swearing outside the arena. It was the first time for Wen Hao to come here. He saw
Looking at the aggressive fans around him, he was a little surprised. Howard patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and said, "Hey brother, have you seen it? The fans here are very enthusiastic."
Wen Hao smiled bitterly. If this was called enthusiasm, he would rather not have it.
"But when the game comes later, the fans' enthusiasm will be a hundred times higher than now." Howard said with a smirk.
From Howard's evil smile and words, Wen Hao could already imagine what kind of treatment they would receive when they entered the stadium.
The Rockets changed their clothes in the locker room and entered the stadium. Wen Hao looked around and saw that there were less than half of the fans. But when these less than half of the fans saw the Rockets entering the stadium to warm up, they taunted and cursed at the maximum decibel level.
To the Rockets: "Blow them up and send them back to Houston!"
"Kick their ass!"
"Let these Houston kids go home crying."
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Wen Hao frowned and shook his head slightly. The Jazz fans had already shown their toughness before the game started. It was hard to imagine what it would be like if the game really started. He looked at it
Next to No. 11, No. 11 had a solemn expression, but his eyes were very sharp. Wen Hao knew the grudge between the Rockets and the Jazz, and he understood No. 11's mood at this time. He did not bother No. 11, maybe No. 11 was like this
The mood will be good for tonight's game.
Half an hour later, the warm-up was over and the game officially began.
Wen Hao was still sitting on the bench as a substitute, but he was not watching the game on the field, but looking at the 20,000 fans in the Energy Project Arena. I saw that these fans did not sit down like the fans in other arenas.
Instead of watching the game, they stood from the beginning. They did not eat like the fans in other arenas, but spouted abuse and ridicule from the beginning. The abuse and ridicule of these 20,000 people
It formed a huge torrent of filth, sweeping towards the Rockets, pouring into their ears and hitting their hearts. "In such an environment, no matter which team comes here, they will not
It's better," Wen Hao thought in his heart. It really is the home of the devil.
At this time, halfway through the first quarter, the score between the two sides was 9-19, and the Rockets fell behind by 10 points from the start.
Amidst the overwhelming abuse from Jazz fans, it seemed that all Rockets players were affected: Howard had two blocks as soon as he came on, Harden missed all three shots, Parsons made two mistakes, and Jeremy Lin's breakthrough also lost its effect.
.When the Rockets can't perform well on the outside, the Jazz can safely double-team Howard on the inside so that Howard can't perform as well.
Seeing this situation, the commentator on the sidelines smiled and said: "The Rockets, with their modern combination and Linsanity, fell behind by 10 points right from the start. This is really surprising."
"This is not a surprise at Energy Solutions Arena. Just look at these tough fans." Another commentator also said with a smile.
"Well, that's true. But I'm curious. In this situation, why didn't McHale send the treasure they just found for 8 million? This is their savior." The ridicule in the tone of this commentator was obvious.
"Hahahaha..." Another commentator laughed, "Maybe Team Rocket is just a work of art, just for viewing."
"Hahahaha..." The two commentators laughed at each other.
On the other side of the ocean, in Xinlang's live broadcast room, Ke Fan pushed his eyes and said: "I looked at the messages on Weibo. Under the current circumstances, many of them are hoping to play on the 11th. Howard can't open it.
Maybe playing on the 11th can help the Rockets break their scoring drought. Mr. Su, what do you think?"
Su Qun next to him nodded: "At present, the Rockets are not accurate on the outside and are not working well on the inside. If they cannot score for two minutes, they need a player who is closer to the inside and has a soft touch. At the very least, they must break the scoring drought first."
"We'll just see when McHale will let No. 11 play. Having said that, NBA coaches are too rigid. They must wait until the rotation time before letting him go. They don't care about the situation on the court at all."
Ke Fan said.
Su Qun nodded again: "This is not like those European coaches. European coaches will adjust personnel according to the situation on the field at any time. Sometimes a player performs very well in the first half and scores more than ten points without being injured, and then suddenly loses his ability in the second half.
No, it changes at any time according to the situation on the court. From this point of view alone, NBA coaches are a bit rigid."
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At this time, Haier ignored the taunts from the two commentators. As the head coach, he could not be distracted by these unnecessary taunts. He had to concentrate on the court. But now he could not concentrate. The fans around him were too busy.
Noisy.
McHale barely thought about the fans and looked at the bench. Now the Rockets were in a scoring drought again. Within two minutes, none of the five main players on the field scored. "This can't go on like this," McHale thought to himself.
, "Someone has to score." But if even the main players can't score, what can a bunch of substitutes do? Thinking of this, McHale shook his head helplessly. In this situation, there is nothing he, the head coach, can do. If
If he could still play, he wished he could put on a Rockets jersey and play. Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, shook these unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, and set his eyes on the bench again.
At this moment, when he glanced at Wen Hao, his eyes suddenly lit up. Maybe the Chinese's passing and breakthroughs can help the Rockets break through the scoring. The Rockets signed him for 8 million and did not let him sit on the bench as a spectator.
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Thinking of this, McHale called to Wen Hao: "Wen Hao, warm up!"
But Wen Hao, who was watching the fans, didn't hear the head coach's cry. No. 11 next to him touched him and reminded him, so he turned his head and looked at McHale. McHale shouted again, but Wen Hao couldn't listen.
From the sound, I could only see McHale's mouth moving. The fans here are too noisy.
However, Wen Hao probably guessed what the head coach meant, so he immediately stood up and walked towards the head coach.
McHale put his mouth next to Wen Hao's ear and shouted: "Breakthrough, passing, shooting, no matter what method, I just want the Rockets to score!"
"Got it." Wen Hao responded, but his voice was immediately drowned in the cheers and curses of the fans. Wen Hao raised his head and glanced at the 20,000 fans in the Energy Solution Arena, with a sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth:
