NOVEL NEXT NBA: Opening breaks record
Chapter 439
Chapter 439
Poole was like a ray of light, rushing towards the Lakers penalty area.
Thick eyebrows supplement the defense, cover the sky with the left hand, and block the whip with the right hand.
Going up to the dark, down to the Longshui Shoal, Poole panicked, no matter what happens, he hits the ground.
As luck would have it, Green saw his pass just in time and, with his length, scooped it back before it went out of the baseline.
Green received the ball in such a deep position, he was stronger than James, and he also gave up chasing and defending.
The Warriors once again overtook the score by 1 point.
The game was suffocating and exciting, and O'Neal was about to smash the table.
Watching the ball and seeing that he is about to climax, this should be the first time he has been like this.
Barkley said: "The Warriors have scored 9 consecutive offenses. I bet the Lakers will not be able to score next."
O'Neill said: "I'll bet you, how much is the bet?"
Barkley said: "One dollar, according to the current shooting percentage of the two teams, you are actually taking advantage."
"Really, or do you bet that the Lakers can score?"
O'Neill doesn't care about a mere dollar.
"No, no, my old man will let you order."
After just a few seconds, Barkley lost a dollar to the uninhabited Westbrook.
Although the amount is small, it is a matter of face.
Barkley, who refused to admit defeat, quickly continued to bet that the Warriors' offense would not score.
This time, Tang Shen let him down. After running out of the open space, he made a feint, went one step further, and made a big two-pointer.
"Let's do it again." Barkley refused to accept it, and still picked the Lakers to fail. He didn't believe in evil. How could such a hit rate be possible.
This time, the thick eyebrows slapped the face at the speed of light, and Barkley still lost.
Barkley's face became more and more unsightly. After being slapped left and right by the Warriors and Lakers, he was almost swollen into a pig's head.
What frustrates him the most is that Ao Pang is still standing beside him, mocking him for his lack of vision.
Isn't this just to enliven the atmosphere and make a small bet for fun.
During this period, Poole and Rivers took turns fanning him once;
Next, Wiggins and James each slapped him twice.
After winning nine times in a row, Ao Pang laughed like a pig: "Are you still coming?"
Barkley said categorically: "If you don't come, it's your grandson!"
"This time it's $512, do you have any money?"
"Hmph, I have more money in my wallet than you."
While speaking, Curry threw another three-pointer. This ball was a fairy ball, which bounced three times on the rim before scoring.
Although Barkley lost $512, he had faint hopes and doubled his bet every time. As long as he wins once, he can win a dollar back.
Meng Hua quickly shattered his hopes with a clean three-pointer.
Barkley's face is dark, but he has an annual salary of 400 million yuan just for TNT commentary, which is a drop in the bucket for him.
On the court, Curry and Meng Hua faced each other in the middle, and each scored three.
When Meng Hua scored, Barkley lost 16384 yuan in a single game.
He earned a lot of money when he was playing, and after retiring, he was a TNT commentator, and he also had a stable income, but he lost more than 3 yuan in the blink of an eye, which is still a bit painful.
But if you don't continue, you are destined to not be able to pay back.
"32768." Barkley said without a doubt. At this moment, his expression resembled all gamblers.
Smith acted as a peacemaker, exhorting:
"Two, will it be too big?"
"This amount of money is nothing to him." O'Neill won a lot anyway, so it doesn't matter.
This time Curry used two points to teach Barkley to be a man.
"Hitt, has the basket gotten bigger?" Barkley cursed.
"Or this time, you pick the Lakers to score." More wins will hurt peace, but O'Neal really hopes that Barkley wins once.
Barkley stared at the bull's eye and said angrily: "I'm not fooled, they're going to hit the iron soon, you let me pick the goal."
The heartache of losing, his tone was not very good, his eyes were getting redder and redder, and he was full of resentment towards everyone.
The Lakers trailed by one point, but they had the ball. James held the ball at the top of the arc and waited for the opportunity. Although the time was less than 1 minute, he was not in a hurry.
"Look, I'm sure I won't get in." Barkley began to cheer himself up. He didn't care who lost or won. The key was that he couldn't keep losing. No one likes to be a loser.
James made a gesture, and Meng Hua ran forward to pick and roll. He first rolled outside the three-point line, and then cut in the opposite direction, like a bolt of lightning, hitting the Warriors' penalty area.
Thompson, who was following him, was thrown away 800 meters by him.
At this time, as long as the ball can be passed to Meng Hua, Meng Hua has 100 ways to put the ball in.
James passed a half-high ball, and the speed of the ball was controlled just right.
Meng Hua advances the indirect ball and can make the next move directly.
Under the basket, Green swayed slightly from side to side, his limbs were swaying, and his heart was also swaying. He didn't know which direction Meng Hua would go.
Soon, he found that he didn't have to hesitate, because Meng Hua used an emergency stop jumper.He breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it was too late, and silently turned around to grab the board.
The three-point shot is accurate, but the mid-range shot may not be accurate. The strength they need to use is completely different, and you, Meng Hua, may not make it.
Swish!
Slap on the face.
Green caught the ball under the net, and there were mixed feelings in an instant. Why is this kid's moves so unpredictable?
"How did Green defend, stay under the basket, stupid." Barkley yelled, and he lost 65536 in one move.
Neither O'Neill nor Smith spoke, and silence is golden.
Now Barkley is losing real money, not for the effect of the show like before.
"131072, come again." Barkley was completely impatient, but his math still passed.
"It's too big." O'Neal muttered, thinking that a small gamble would be fun, but who would have thought that a big gamble would hurt his body.
Barkley rolled his eyes: "You don't want to run if you win."
O'Neill spread his hands: "How come, come back as you like."
He originally wanted Barkley to make a comeback, but Barkley thought he was deliberately making fun of himself, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, the time is almost over, so let's bet until the end."
The Warriors trailed by one point with 32 seconds left. Curry took possession of the ball and wasted time in the logo zone.
Ordinarily he should attack quickly, but he didn't want to leave too much time for the Lakers.
"Curry holds the ball, he will definitely be deflated this time, he can't pass Meng Hua." Barkley cheered himself up. He had lost more than 10 yuan and was eager to recover his blood.
Smith was silent throughout, and this was the section of his commentary where he had the least sense of presence.
It's true that Curry can't pass Meng Hua with the ball, but he can play tactics.
The Warriors played a double screen, and it was Green and Thompson again.
Two ghosts knocking on the door, it seems that Meng Hua is in danger.
Meng Hua struggled so hard that his feet pulled out of the quagmire.
Is it just that?
Curry passed the ball, and while everyone's attention was on Poole, he ran to Poole again and received the hand-off pass from him.
"Fuck, what kind of defense is this? This is simply match-fixing." Seeing that Curry was about to shoot open again, Barkley was filled with righteous indignation.
Curry kicked off the ground and shot.
Sure enough, a three-pointer was hit.
Bang!
Barkley thumped the table hard.
(End of this chapter)
Poole was like a ray of light, rushing towards the Lakers penalty area.
Thick eyebrows supplement the defense, cover the sky with the left hand, and block the whip with the right hand.
Going up to the dark, down to the Longshui Shoal, Poole panicked, no matter what happens, he hits the ground.
As luck would have it, Green saw his pass just in time and, with his length, scooped it back before it went out of the baseline.
Green received the ball in such a deep position, he was stronger than James, and he also gave up chasing and defending.
The Warriors once again overtook the score by 1 point.
The game was suffocating and exciting, and O'Neal was about to smash the table.
Watching the ball and seeing that he is about to climax, this should be the first time he has been like this.
Barkley said: "The Warriors have scored 9 consecutive offenses. I bet the Lakers will not be able to score next."
O'Neill said: "I'll bet you, how much is the bet?"
Barkley said: "One dollar, according to the current shooting percentage of the two teams, you are actually taking advantage."
"Really, or do you bet that the Lakers can score?"
O'Neill doesn't care about a mere dollar.
"No, no, my old man will let you order."
After just a few seconds, Barkley lost a dollar to the uninhabited Westbrook.
Although the amount is small, it is a matter of face.
Barkley, who refused to admit defeat, quickly continued to bet that the Warriors' offense would not score.
This time, Tang Shen let him down. After running out of the open space, he made a feint, went one step further, and made a big two-pointer.
"Let's do it again." Barkley refused to accept it, and still picked the Lakers to fail. He didn't believe in evil. How could such a hit rate be possible.
This time, the thick eyebrows slapped the face at the speed of light, and Barkley still lost.
Barkley's face became more and more unsightly. After being slapped left and right by the Warriors and Lakers, he was almost swollen into a pig's head.
What frustrates him the most is that Ao Pang is still standing beside him, mocking him for his lack of vision.
Isn't this just to enliven the atmosphere and make a small bet for fun.
During this period, Poole and Rivers took turns fanning him once;
Next, Wiggins and James each slapped him twice.
After winning nine times in a row, Ao Pang laughed like a pig: "Are you still coming?"
Barkley said categorically: "If you don't come, it's your grandson!"
"This time it's $512, do you have any money?"
"Hmph, I have more money in my wallet than you."
While speaking, Curry threw another three-pointer. This ball was a fairy ball, which bounced three times on the rim before scoring.
Although Barkley lost $512, he had faint hopes and doubled his bet every time. As long as he wins once, he can win a dollar back.
Meng Hua quickly shattered his hopes with a clean three-pointer.
Barkley's face is dark, but he has an annual salary of 400 million yuan just for TNT commentary, which is a drop in the bucket for him.
On the court, Curry and Meng Hua faced each other in the middle, and each scored three.
When Meng Hua scored, Barkley lost 16384 yuan in a single game.
He earned a lot of money when he was playing, and after retiring, he was a TNT commentator, and he also had a stable income, but he lost more than 3 yuan in the blink of an eye, which is still a bit painful.
But if you don't continue, you are destined to not be able to pay back.
"32768." Barkley said without a doubt. At this moment, his expression resembled all gamblers.
Smith acted as a peacemaker, exhorting:
"Two, will it be too big?"
"This amount of money is nothing to him." O'Neill won a lot anyway, so it doesn't matter.
This time Curry used two points to teach Barkley to be a man.
"Hitt, has the basket gotten bigger?" Barkley cursed.
"Or this time, you pick the Lakers to score." More wins will hurt peace, but O'Neal really hopes that Barkley wins once.
Barkley stared at the bull's eye and said angrily: "I'm not fooled, they're going to hit the iron soon, you let me pick the goal."
The heartache of losing, his tone was not very good, his eyes were getting redder and redder, and he was full of resentment towards everyone.
The Lakers trailed by one point, but they had the ball. James held the ball at the top of the arc and waited for the opportunity. Although the time was less than 1 minute, he was not in a hurry.
"Look, I'm sure I won't get in." Barkley began to cheer himself up. He didn't care who lost or won. The key was that he couldn't keep losing. No one likes to be a loser.
James made a gesture, and Meng Hua ran forward to pick and roll. He first rolled outside the three-point line, and then cut in the opposite direction, like a bolt of lightning, hitting the Warriors' penalty area.
Thompson, who was following him, was thrown away 800 meters by him.
At this time, as long as the ball can be passed to Meng Hua, Meng Hua has 100 ways to put the ball in.
James passed a half-high ball, and the speed of the ball was controlled just right.
Meng Hua advances the indirect ball and can make the next move directly.
Under the basket, Green swayed slightly from side to side, his limbs were swaying, and his heart was also swaying. He didn't know which direction Meng Hua would go.
Soon, he found that he didn't have to hesitate, because Meng Hua used an emergency stop jumper.He breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it was too late, and silently turned around to grab the board.
The three-point shot is accurate, but the mid-range shot may not be accurate. The strength they need to use is completely different, and you, Meng Hua, may not make it.
Swish!
Slap on the face.
Green caught the ball under the net, and there were mixed feelings in an instant. Why is this kid's moves so unpredictable?
"How did Green defend, stay under the basket, stupid." Barkley yelled, and he lost 65536 in one move.
Neither O'Neill nor Smith spoke, and silence is golden.
Now Barkley is losing real money, not for the effect of the show like before.
"131072, come again." Barkley was completely impatient, but his math still passed.
"It's too big." O'Neal muttered, thinking that a small gamble would be fun, but who would have thought that a big gamble would hurt his body.
Barkley rolled his eyes: "You don't want to run if you win."
O'Neill spread his hands: "How come, come back as you like."
He originally wanted Barkley to make a comeback, but Barkley thought he was deliberately making fun of himself, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, the time is almost over, so let's bet until the end."
The Warriors trailed by one point with 32 seconds left. Curry took possession of the ball and wasted time in the logo zone.
Ordinarily he should attack quickly, but he didn't want to leave too much time for the Lakers.
"Curry holds the ball, he will definitely be deflated this time, he can't pass Meng Hua." Barkley cheered himself up. He had lost more than 10 yuan and was eager to recover his blood.
Smith was silent throughout, and this was the section of his commentary where he had the least sense of presence.
It's true that Curry can't pass Meng Hua with the ball, but he can play tactics.
The Warriors played a double screen, and it was Green and Thompson again.
Two ghosts knocking on the door, it seems that Meng Hua is in danger.
Meng Hua struggled so hard that his feet pulled out of the quagmire.
Is it just that?
Curry passed the ball, and while everyone's attention was on Poole, he ran to Poole again and received the hand-off pass from him.
"Fuck, what kind of defense is this? This is simply match-fixing." Seeing that Curry was about to shoot open again, Barkley was filled with righteous indignation.
Curry kicked off the ground and shot.
Sure enough, a three-pointer was hit.
Bang!
Barkley thumped the table hard.
(End of this chapter)
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