NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 83 Die together
Wang Yi scored 7 three-pointers in a row, chasing the difference to only 8 points.

At this point, he had already scored 45 points.

The assistant coach of the Lakers held the tablet and said to Wang Yi with a smile on his face:
"Congratulations, Wang, you have scored 45 points."

The Lakers players were once again buzzing with excitement.

Caruso put an arm around Wang Yi's shoulder and patted his chest:

"You are so envious of me, when will I be able to cut 40+. But brother, if you work harder and cut 50+, it will be called an explosion."

Although Xiao Hei was still a little reluctant in his heart, he still said:
"Congratulations."

Kuzma handed Wang Yi a bottle of water and said:
"Wang, there is still more than one quarter left, and you will definitely be able to score 50+."

But at this time, the head coach poured cold water on these players:
"Wang, you don't have to play later. Put on Tucker."

Those players who had congratulated Wang Yi before were all taken aback.

Looking at the head coach in surprise.

Wang Yi felt as hot as it had just been fried out of a frying pan.

Moreover, when the Jazz had a smooth three-pointer, Wang Yi almost single-handedly narrowed the point difference to 8 points.

At this time, we should strike while the iron is hot and let Wang Yi continue to play.

Why do you have to put him on the cold bench instead?

But to the surprise of these players, Wang Yi did not object at all.

Just nodded and said, "Yeah."

Coach Vogel watched Wang Yi gulp water.

Knowing that this is because of the lack of oxygen caused by strenuous exercise at the plateau, and the water contains oxygen.

Drinking plenty of water can relieve hypoxia symptoms.

He explained with some concern:
"Wang ran a lot just now, shot a lot of three-pointers, and consumed too much physical energy. If he continues to play now, the consequences may be serious."

When the young players heard the words, they looked at Wang Yi again.

I saw his face pale and his chest heaving violently.

Huchihuchi, panting like a camel in the desert.

After he finished filling a bottle of water, he continued to open the next bottle and filled it with a gudonggudong.

They know that dribblers can't drink too much water during the game.

However, Wang Yi already had symptoms of hypoxia at this time, which could be relieved by drinking water.

Otherwise, you will have to inhale oxygen.

And inhaling oxygen in the game will be ridiculed by some people.

Especially in the home of the devil, the Jazz, he will be ridiculed as a sick person and a dying person.

This hasn't happened before.

They were all silent.

Wang Yi was desperately dragging the team forward, but they had to give up strategically and drag Wang Yi into the quagmire.

Although this is the intention of the coach, it is also for the sake of the overall situation.

But they still felt a little ashamed.

They looked at the coach again.

But the coach did not mean to fight the game at all.

Just look at James and those veterans.

They are all old fritters in the league.

They know how to protect themselves during the regular season and keep their bodies from being overwhelmed.

They didn't mean to fight the ball either.

This leaves young players in a dilemma.

At the same time, I feel sorry for Wang Yi.

Caruso couldn't help sitting beside Wang Yi and asked:
"Wang, is it worth it?"

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Wang Yi panted heavily.

After a while, I wiped off my sweat with a towel.

He looked at the thousands of spectators on the opposite stand.

An eager longing began to appear on his tired face.

"I want to... conquer the devil's home court."

It was said very plainly.

But very firm.

So firm that Caruso's blood boiled.

He glanced at the coach's position and said to Wang Yi:

"But coaching him..."

"I don't care what anyone thinks...I play...just to win!"

Wang Yi answered while panting.

Caruso's chest, the blood began to gradually boil.

After a while, his eyes also became firm.

Pressing his right hand on Wang Yi's shoulder, he said solemnly:

"Brother, let me help you."

Wang Yi turned to look at Caruso and nodded.

Basketball is a five-man sport.

No matter how strong he is alone, it is impossible for him to win the Jagged Jazz at the Devil's home court.

He needs help from other teammates.

So when the Lakers played again, Caruso played very tough.

First, the offensive end made a three-pointer.

Then when Harrell missed the attack, he made a direct dunk.

Of course, his offensive ability is average.

His main role is to be aggressive on the defensive end.

He was clinging to Mitchell at this time, and gave Mitchell a tough physical confrontation.

Although in those short minutes, he has added two fouls.

But his tough physical confrontation still made it hard for Mitchell to play.

The two major strengths of the Jazz, Gobert sat off the court, and Mitchell played so uncomfortable again.

So the Jazz's offense is not so smooth.

These young players on the Lakers' court, seeing Wang Yi working so hard before, and Caruso working so hard again.

Each of them was a little moved by it.

Harrell's fiery temper was even more irresistible.

After he made a dunk, he violently waved his fist and roared in the sky.

Then he turned his head and shouted to several other Lakers players on the court:

"Wang Lianzhong has 7 45-pointers and has already scored 50 points. He may even get 50 points. What are we waiting for? Do you want to ruin his [-]-point night?"

"How many 50-point nights does a player have in his five lifetimes? Do you have the heart that when he recalls his 50-point nights in the future, the final result will be a loss?"

"Can you bear it?!"

On the Lakers court, these young players seemed to have a ray of light in their confused eyes.

They looked at Wang Yi who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines, his face was as pale as paper, his head was sweating like rain, and his hair looked like Wang Yi who had just been wet.

Wang Yi was almost trying to use his last strength.

And they are ruining the game for the so-called strategic abandonment.

Destroy Wang Yi's possible 50+ nights.

Why are they so cowardly?
Harrell clapped his hands vigorously in front of these teammates:
"Come on! Brother. Fuck your mother's strategic abandonment and forget about the damn big picture. Let's conquer the devil's home together with Wang Yi, and let the [-] noisy fans shut up for us!"

The two young players, Kuzma and Tucker, listened and felt their hearts begin to beat vigorously, pumping blood through their blood vessels to their chests.

The blood in their chests also began to boil.

This hot blood is sent to their brains.

Theirs also started to heat up.

"Fuck it!"

"Count me in!"

"Wang is our teammate, our brother. We can't let him fight alone!"

Harrell watched as the Jazz dribbled past half court.

He yelled:
"To die together—"

The five players on the Lakers team all had wolf-like rays of light from their eyes.

The Jazz players were stunned.

What kind of nerves do these five people have?
But then, they knew what the nerves of these five people were.

These five people formed the Death Five, like five wolves, constantly biting the Jazz players.

The intensity of the Lakers' game has not been very strong before, making them feel that the Lakers are planning to give up.

Now the intensity has suddenly increased, and this intensity is not ordinary.

That's just the intensity of the playoffs.

Make them unable to adapt for a while.

So at the end of the third quarter, the Lakers kept getting closer to the point difference.

In the end, the difference was reduced to just 3 points.

　Finals tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)