NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 670 58 points at halftime

Throughout the first quarter of the game, there was a magical scene.

Wang Yi made 22 of 17 shots, including 7 of 5 three-pointers.

In addition to 3 of 3 free throws, he single-handedly scored 42 points.

Regardless of whether there is anyone defending in front of you, no matter how many people are defending in front of you.

Whenever there is a slight chance, he will shoot.

And as long as he makes a shot, he will basically hit.

With his own strength, he beat the Heat 42 to 30.

The other players of the Kings combined only took 2 shots.

Neither hit.

What they did was to try their best to cover for Wang Yi.

Of course, they also knew they couldn't go on like this.

On the defensive end, Wang Yi wanted to limit Hiro, the strongest scorer on the opposite side. In the first quarter, under his defense, Hiro made 5 of 1 shots and only scored 3 points.

Offensively, he is omnipresent and omnipotent.

But human physical ability is limited after all.

If he continues to do this, it won't be long before Wang Yi will be physically exhausted.

The most important thing is that it wasn't long before Wang Yi broke his right middle finger, and he played with such a serious injury.

If the rest of them don't give Wang Yi a little help, it will be too unreasonable.

Barnes glanced at all his teammates and shouted: "I know, since entering the playoffs, maybe each of us has realized the upper limit of our abilities. Our talents are not high, and our abilities are not enough. But as for the current Kings , each of us is indispensable.”

"Wang is really strong alone, but he can't fight against the Heat's five people alone, so we have to stand up and help him. We can't score, but we can share it for him on defense. We can rebound and give He screens, he helps, he gets the tackle."

"Anyway, no matter what, we must fight for a championship!"

Everyone looked at Barnes in surprise.

Before entering the finals, he didn't say that. At that time, he always said that they could enter the finals. They had already overfulfilled the task, and the rest should do their best.

How did it become today that we must fight for a championship to come back.

But after a little thought, it became clear that he must be doing it for his younger brother.

He wants his younger brother to witness the miracle with his own eyes, thus rekindling hope in life.

Thinking of this, everyone seems to have an extra responsibility on their shoulders.

As for the Heat, they were caught off guard by Wang Yi.

Coach Spoel thought of various ways to defend Wang Yi before.

There are box 1 tactics, double-teaming with two or even three people, and Butler, who is the best defender, marks Wang Yi tightly throughout the game, and the others are ready to help defend at any time.

There is also a wheel battle, everyone goes up to defend Wang Yi for two rounds.

Everyone's defensive style is different, some people like to press, some people like to let you go.

This will disrupt Wang Yi's offensive rhythm.

But he never expected that Wang Yi would extend his range to the backcourt today.

This totally messed up his defensive plan.

Since the birth of the sport of basketball, almost all tactics have been aimed at defending the frontcourt.

Even if there is occasional defense against the backcourt, it is just to defend against receiving the ball, preventing them from playing fast breaks and so on. There has never been a tactic that is to defend against opponents' shots in the backcourt-unless there is not enough time.

It was precisely because their plans were disrupted that the Kings got more open shots.

So in the next 2 quarters, what he has to do is how to defend against Wang Yi's widening range in the backcourt.

But to be honest, I really can't think of any effective way in a hurry.

The only thing he can think of is to let Butler, who is the best defender, play man-to-man defense against Wang Yi.

But as soon as the second quarter came up, he knew he was wrong.

Today's Wang Yi, no one has any way to prevent it.

His speed is too fast, so fast that Butler can't keep up.

As long as Wang Yi accelerates, he can quickly open the distance and get a chance to open up.

There is no way to prevent this.

When the second quarter reached the end, Coach Spoelstra was already desperate.

He knew that today's Wang Yi could not be defended at all, and the only thing he could do was to pray that he would not make the shot himself.

As the Heat strengthened their defense against Wang Yi's three-pointers in the backcourt, Wang Yi did not take many shots in the second quarter.

But even so, he scored 2 points in a single quarter in the second quarter.

The entire first half combined to score that mysterious number: 58 points.

In just two quarters of the Heat's intense home game, they were beaten to silence by Wang Yi.

The commentator on the sidelines shook his head again and again: "Too accurate, he is so accurate. How can there be such an accurate guy in the world. He played two quarters, and he missed very few shots. Tonight is definitely God Playing in No. 0 for the Kings, there's no way to explain it otherwise."

All the players of the Heat were thrown into a heart attack one by one.

To be honest, the Heat's offensive efficiency today is quite good.

The overall shooting rate has reached more than 60%. If this is placed in the Eastern Conference Finals, their shooting rate can completely beat the poor Nets.

But now, they shot 60% of their shots, but they were hammered by the Kings in turn.

The reason is that Wang Yi is too perverted.

The shooting percentage in the first half actually reached 77%.

What about playing?
During the intermission, coach Spoelstra kept his eyes on the tactical board, but his eyes seemed a little dull.

In the first half, Wang Yi shot 77% overall.

He scored 58 points alone, while the Heat team only scored 52 points in the first half.

How can one person score more points than the entire Heat team?
But Butler is the hardest asshole in the world after all.

Although they are now 52:70, a full 18 points behind.

But with his character, he will not admit defeat.

He slapped his hands hard to encourage his teammates.

"Wang Yi is crazy tonight, can't we stop him? Have you forgotten what we said before? No matter how powerful the enemy is, even if it cannot be defeated, we will let them take off a layer of skin."

"Now, are you scared by him like this?"

"We can pass the Nets, so why are we still afraid of a mere Kings team? No matter how strong he is personally? This is a five-person sport, not one."

"I want all of you to open your eyes and take a good look at the championship banner on the dome. If you continue to be cowardly like this, are you worthy of those three championship banners?"

……

What he said was impassioned, saliva flying.

His words were indeed very contagious, and the Heat's players, especially those young players, were all excited when they were told.

"Miami--"

"champion!"

"Miami--"

"champion!"

The team members roared after him in unison.

In the locker room of the Kings, when the players and the head coach were shocked by Wang Yi's performance tonight, the head coach Wharton was secretly worried for Wang Yi.

"King, your body..."

"no problem!"

Wang Yi patted his chest. His mental state and physical state are very good.

"I'm talking about your fingers," Walton said.

The Wang Yi I saw raised his right hand and shook it: "I have no problem with my right hand. Let us continue this crazy killing in the second half!"

(End of this chapter)