NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 127 Stand Up
"It's really crazy. That block is the best block I've seen this year. It's more shocking than Howard's grabs, those who slap the ball into the audience. It's really amazing. The Blazers are about to collapse. Lee turned the tide again," Barkley said with genuine emotion, as if he had returned to the time when he played against Jordan in the Finals.

Jordan averaged 41 points per game in the Finals, almost eating up every player in the Suns. If he had Lee Jung's performance at that time, would the result be different?
"They are lucky to have teammates like Lee. They may not be able to understand this now, but they will understand sooner or later." Barkley showed a serious expression.

Anyone who knows how to play, perform, show off, and swipe data, the league will never lack players who are obsessed with data. Data represents contracts and status, money and glory.

Most people can also play against the wind. Since they are bound to lose, they should be decent, respectful, clear up their statistics, and do a good job of saving face. In the era when mountains were kings, kings did not see kings, they fought desperately for their respective cities, and were willing to pay the price of sweat, money and even blood for honor and spirit. The times have long since changed.
Barkley watched the camera focus on Li Zheng's lens at close range. Li Zheng was sipping Coke, as elegant and relaxed as if he was tasting red wine. "It is also very lucky for the fans to see Li's performance."

"We also have Kobe, LeBron, Wade, Melo, and Howard. Lee is excellent, but it doesn't mean he is No. 1." Marshall George interjected.

Barkley did not argue, people need time to see the greatness of Li Zheng, he suddenly understood the madness of Matt Davis, one step of Superman is a genius, two steps of Superman is a lunatic, under the madness of Matt Davis Even Barkley can hardly imagine how far the future is.

"Yao! Are you okay?" Adelman reconfirmed that he really didn't want to bear the notoriety of being the main force of dead grass, but there were not many people the Rockets could rely on.

"I'm fine." Yao Ming showed a tired smile. He already felt his legs were as heavy as lead, but he tried his best to behave like a rookie who had been pressed on the bench and was full of energy.

"Don't hold on." Adelman himself was a bit weak in speaking, he knew that if Yao Ming said he couldn't hold on anymore, then the Rockets would simply give up the game.

"I'm really fine." Yao Ming poured water on his head, and then he smiled unconsciously. He remembered that in the training camp of the Huaguo national team, the players of the entire national team imitated Li Zhengjiang's drinking leftovers. Under the picture of water pouring on the head.

"Go to the court! Win the game!" Yao Ming's yelling was very penetrating.

On average, Li Zheng can recover 2 points of stamina every timeout, and counting the Big Mac he killed a long time ago, and the Coke in the fourth quarter, he spent twice as much stamina today as in the usual game.

The Rockets continued to choose to hand the ball to Yao Ming, but even the fans who knew the least about the ball could tell that Yao Ming was exhausted. On the eve of the fourth quarter of the third quarter, he was able to top Przybilla's dunks. Now he relied on hitting Przbilla, and he dribbled the ball twice but failed to top Przbilla's defense.

But Yao Ming has never played only on body and strength, and Pulzbila was happily preparing for Yao's third hit, and Yao Ming threw the ball to the basket with an exaggerated fadeaway, so fast that Pulzbila didn't even have time Reach out to interfere.

Hit again!

71 to 67, the Rockets lead by 4 points.

Yao Ming didn't celebrate right away. After making this difficult fadeaway, he was as indifferent as adding an extra egg to breakfast in the morning. He just pointed to the sky with one hand, and then quickly ran back to the Rockets' half court to prepare for defense.

The Blazers called a timeout.

Today's Blazers have been blasted by the Rockets in terms of tactics and player performance. If there is no Li Zheng, today's Rockets can beat the Blazers by 30 points.

The Blazers hoped to speed up, and Billups easily resolved the Blazers' offensive; they hoped to double-team Yao Ming, but even if they double-teamed Yao Ming, he scored a terrifying stat of 60+28+14 with a 4 shooting percentage; Li Zheng relieved the pressure and untied him, but the Blazers outside did not do anything more valuable except throw the blame to Li Zheng to reduce his shooting rate.

McMillan has a deep understanding of what the intensity of the playoffs is. Although the Trail Blazers once rushed to the second place in the West, the gap between the team's strength and lineup thickness and the veteran powerhouses is really big. In the playoffs, players with inexperienced Weaknesses will be further magnified, and other teams will continue to study the Blazers and limit Li Zheng's performance. The Rockets game is the best research object, and the Blazers in the playoffs will never maintain the status quo of winning so smoothly. .

They can't always rely on Lee Zheng to solve problems. McMillan's coaching cannot always rely on Lee to cover the bottom line, and the performance of other Blazers players cannot always rely on Lee to cover the bottom line. This unhealthy style of play and this monotonous tactical team cannot Likely to go far. The Blazers have to change.

Play again.

Roy silently clenched his fists, and Li Zheng was still actively running, but the Rockets' iron-walled defense and extremely active circumvention of the pick-and-roll made it difficult for Li Zheng to move an inch. The Rockets' defense was almost an explicit insult to the other players of the Blazers. , They even think that the danger of defending against a Blazer's outside line is far less than that of defending Li Zheng alone. Unfortunately, it is difficult for the Blazers' outside line to retaliate against this humiliating defensive strategy until the end of the game.

They're really tough. They're really limited by the Rockets' quick rotations and catch-up defenses.
There are many young players in the Blazers who have listened to the media's praise of them, thinking that they are outstanding and perform extraordinary. The ice water on their faces makes them really wake up.

If it wasn't for Li Zheng to digest these throwaways for them, how ugly their data would be; if it wasn't for Li Zheng to try his best to kill the score, they might have surrendered early, and now they have returned to the hotel to reflect; if there is no Li Zheng, They probably succumbed to the giants of the East long ago, and even their hearts of resistance were crushed to pieces
Roy looked at Billups, who was defending himself against the air, with a surge of anger in his heart. Billups' provocative defensive attitude made his numb heart gradually hot. Perhaps the dispute between Jordan and Pippen that he argued with Li Zheng has long been With results, but today he doesn't want to be Pippen.

"Roy made a one-step shot from the three-point line! Extremely irrational shooting! Billups just symbolically extended his hand to defend! Can you make it?"

If it was Lee, he would definitely do the same.
Roy looked at Li Zheng, but Li Zheng also didn't look at the basketball, but raised his hand to the cheerleaders in the front row, as if signaling them to stand up and send cheers and congratulations to Roy.

(End of this chapter)