NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 241: All Wronged by Wang Yi
After Wang Yi's dunk was fouled, it turned into a pick-and-roll shot.

This action was replayed over and over again on the big screen at the Staples Center.

The DJ at the scene shouted Wang Yi's name loudly with an epic voice.

"Wang Yi from China—"

The voice echoed in the Staples Center, making a small group of Chinese fans at the scene excited and proud.

In contrast, McMillan was out of breath.

"Capela, let you foul, not let you give him 2+1!"

"Can't you even commit fouls? If you want to commit a foul, be more ruthless, pull him down, and don't let him have any chance to shoot! Do you understand!"

Capella nodded with a dark face.

When he looked at Wang Yi again, the flames in his eyes became more intense.

This guy is so deceitful!
Wang Yi heard what McMillan said, and then looked at Capella's expression. He already knew in his heart that this guy was a bit angry.

Well, since you guys are going to foul, I'll do what you want.

After he finished the free throw, he raised his chin to Capela.

A very embarrassed expression: "Hello, how is it?"

Capella's expression was fierce: "Don't let me catch you again!"

Wang Yi chuckled: "You stupid guy who can only dunk, you can shoot a three-pointer if you have the ability."

Capela: "..."

Nima, are you a strongman lock man?
I have never known what three points are in my life.

Wang Yi showed a disdainful expression, and repeated: "The stupid big guy who can only dunk."

Capela wanted to refute, but was unable to refute.

Although his footwork around the basket has improved, his shooting has not yet been developed after playing in the league for several years.

His offense is more focused on the basket, and more than 55% of them are dunks.

How does this make him refute?

Could it be: Are you a bastard who can only shoot three-pointers + mid-range shots + dunks + post-up singles + pull-up layups + LOGO three-pointers?

So he just shut up.

If you can't talk about it, the anger in your heart will be even greater.

After another two rounds, Wang Yi was double-teamed by the two and failed to make a three-pointer.

The Eagles took the rebound and quickly launched a fast break.

During the quick step, Trey Young was stopped by Harrell and could not directly hit the basket.

He immediately sent the ball to the right.

Then it was passed to Capela who followed up in the middle.

At this time, the Lakers players were in a hurry and did not face the upper position.

It was Wang Yi in front of Capella.

After he caught the ball, his eyes widened.

This is your chance for revenge!

He jumped and came to Wang Yi.

Then he took the ball and rose from the ground.

bang——

A heavy dunk from Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was knocked to the ground directly.

At the same time the referee whistle sounded.

Capella looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Ah—"

At the same time, the referee made a gesture of fist bump and said loudly: "Offensive foul!"

Capella's roar came to an abrupt end, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck.

He turned his head in disbelief and chased after the referee: "What? This is ridiculous, why is it an offensive foul? Shouldn't he be blocking it?"

However, the referee shook his head and stretched out his hand to warn: "Young man, stop complaining, this is an offensive foul. Look at the bridge of his nose that is about to be broken by your iron elbow."

Capella turned around and saw Wang Yi lying on the ground with nosebleeds.

But even though his nose was bleeding, he had a smile on his face.

This smile made Capela even more angry.

It's like a parent educating a child and beating him up, but the child doesn't know how to repent and lies on the ground laughing.

Parents are naturally more angry.

Capela shook his head repeatedly, chased the referee, and spread his hands: "But he is still laughing! This is a flop, a flop! How do you enforce the law? Can't you see this?"

Di-

Sure enough, as he wished, the referee blew the whistle again.

Pointing at him, gestured for a technical foul.

Capela is on fire, so he has to chase the referee theory.

Trey Young and several teammates quickly hugged Capela.

Several teammates pulled Capela back to the bench.

If this is a few words of theory, and one more technical foul, he will be expelled directly.

Coach McMillan pressed Capela on the bench and looked at Capela's fouls.

Already committed 4.

There was only one foul in the first half, and he still thought that he had a good control today.

As a result, from just now to the present, he suffered three fouls in a row within 2 minutes, plus a technical foul.

And the culprit of all this is that Chinese player.

A few players next to him comforted Capela: "In any case, you knocked him over and hit him with bleeding in the nostrils, so it's considered a bad breath."

"Quiet the fire, extinguish the fire. Look at his appearance, the nosebleeds are flowing, I have never seen him so miserable."

However, is this really the case?

When coach McMillan looked up at the big screen.

The scene of Wang Yi being elbowed to the ground was continuously played back on the screen.

After catching the ball and jumping, Capela was about to jump and dunk.

Since Wang Yi's position is not locked, it is impossible for him to prevent this dunk.

But at this moment, seeing that Wang Yi couldn't defend himself, he took the initiative to put his face in front of Capella's iron elbow.

At this moment, McMillan understood.

Can't help but curse: "This damn madman!"

This guy is fouling on purpose.

In order to make Capela's foul, he even put his face in front of Capela's iron elbow.

You know, Capela is 108 kilograms, and the strength of a pair of elbows is also quite terrifying.

He actually sent his face to Capella's elbow.

madman!

This guy is absolutely crazy!
McMillan felt his scalp tingling.

For an irrelevant game, he did this step.

This guy is simply a fighting madman.

At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Wang Yi a few more times.

He was convinced of this guy's will to fight.

It's obviously a one-on-five, but you have to work hard.

There are not many such guys in the world.

The Lakers players, seeing the big screen at this time, also understood the intention of Wang Yi's goal.

Caruso shook his head again and again, and said angrily, "You're such a jerk, you're such a f*cking jerk!"

Harrell next to him asked: "He has already spelled it like this, and he is still scolding?"

Caruso still shook his head: "I'm scolding myself, scolding us players. For a victory, Wang has already fought like this, and the blood is splashed on the field, but we are still walking slowly on the field. What a bastard, we They're all a bunch of bastards!"

Harrell was silent for a moment, and gradually clenched his fists.

His gaze also became sharp:
"We are indeed bastards. But we can't continue to be bastards. Wang has fought this far, and we can't let him down!"

Kuzma watched the team doctor clean up Wang Yi's nosebleed on the sidelines, and he gritted his teeth:

"Let's do it! If we don't do it, we will be too inhuman!"

Morris put the headband on his head: "Before we were sorry for the king, but for the remaining ten minutes, let us fight with the king and fight together! Even if we lose in the end, we will lose together. Not us four bastards watching him fight to the end by himself."

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The Lakers players raised their fists one after another.

shouted angrily.

The sound resounded throughout the Staples Center.

Coach Vogel glanced at James, and James looked back.

Well, the game that was agreed to be strategically abandoned was led off by Wang Yi again.

(End of this chapter)