NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 128 Big Heart

Roy raised his fist, and the basketball obediently got into the basket.

"Brandon Roy! Great guard! He hit a priceless three-pointer!" ESPN commentator said excitedly.

Li Zheng rushed up to Roy and bumped his chest hard to celebrate. Roy also excitedly pulled his jersey, showing the number 7 on his jersey.

"Roy is a powerful scorer, he has too much experience, and he is a guy with killer instinct, look at this three-pointer, without hesitation, he is an All-Star guard, no one in the West can compare to it except Kobe He is better." Marshall George praised, but then his words caused Barkley to frown and think, "If LeBron had a helper like Roy, he wouldn't lose to the Rockets so embarrassingly."

"Are you kidding?" Buckley frowned and looked at Marshall George with disgust. This guy is not as good as Matt Davis. At least what Matt said is disgusting and disgusting, but it will not insult everyone's IQ.

Second shooting guard in the West?All-Star?Perhaps the future Roy can be worthy of this honor, but this year's Roy is definitely not as strong as Marshall George said, and even lost the ball because of the arrival of Li Zheng.

As for adding Roy to LeBron, he will not lose to the Rockets, which is even more ridiculous. Larry Hughes is much better than the current Roy, but LeBron will never give up the ball like Li Zheng, and then lose the ball without the ball. Duan rushed around to fight for opportunities for his teammates. According to Marshall George's logic, if James is paired with Kobe, Wade, Bosh and Howard, he will definitely not lose to Yao Ming. The key is what is the use of him at that time?

Barkley complained secretly for a long time, and finally recovered his sunny smile, "Hahaha, that's interesting."

"The Rockets' lineup is much better than the Cavaliers. We are always dissatisfied with LeBron's strict standards, but there are no perfect players in this world. We should be tolerant to all players."

Barkley lowered his head again. If this kid hadn't lashed out at Li Zheng before the show, he might have agreed with this idiot for a few seconds. Perfect player. Isn't he trying to win on the field?

Able to shoot three-pointers, accurate free throws, beautiful and quick shots, high hit rate, almost impossible to change directions, love to share the ball, gorgeous and practical passing, explosive style of play.
Barkley can also organize more words of praise. Li Zheng has won countless support in the United States because of his almost perfect style of play. You must know that even Jordan is not good at three-pointers. A red NCAA player, he almost leads the playing style of young people in the United States.

There are far fewer teenagers on the field who learn Kobe’s leanback and James’ tank breakthrough. Now most teenagers are imitating Li Zheng’s shooting to celebrate in advance, imitating Li Zheng’s super long three-pointers, imitating Li Zheng’s flowers However, most players have to change to an unpretentious style of play under the coercion of coaches and teammates, and then keep this love in their hearts.

The Rockets used up the last timeout, and Adelman put all his trust in Billups in a desperate attempt. This timeout was not intended to adjust tactics, but to finally win some rest time for Yao Ming.

Yao Ming hammered his chest with both hands, and walked to the field with a long roar. The Rockets behind him also hammered their chests and followed Yao Ming's figure. Billups looked thoughtfully at Li Zheng's slightly trembling legs. The aces of the two teams have been ostentatious, and the X factor that really determines the outcome of the game is someone else.

Li Zheng already felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier. The goal Roy scored just now was life-saving. After that full-speed sprint block, Li Zheng seemed to have exhausted the last of his physical strength. His body also surpassed fatigue and burst out his last strength. , the current Li Zheng still looks sharp, but Li Zheng himself feels that his steps are gradually becoming vain.

"You can't do it anymore." Yao Ming said to Li Zheng. He had also reached the end of his strength, but a man's mouth was always hard.

"You can't do it anymore, I. Immediately dunk you." Li Zheng almost didn't finish a sentence in one breath, Yao Ming also laughed and coughed again and again. Both of them knew that they could stand on the court relying on their desire for victory and superhuman strength. Will, 48 minutes of the game, Yao Ming and Li Zheng both played 44 minutes, except for timeouts and intermissions, they almost always fought hand-to-hand on the court.

"You have only one breath left. You will be finished in a while." Yao Ming panted.

"The game is over. See you at the hospital." Li Zheng retorted angrily. He already felt that his body was drained, and that was no longer a feeling of fatigue. Now Li Zheng has almost lost the ability of his feet to touch the ground when walking and running. It feels like the muscles are no longer in control, and the team doctor has come to the field with glucose and light salt water, ready to treat the dehydrated Li Zheng at any time.

Li Zheng punched himself, and the pain in his jaw gave him some strength. He gritted his teeth and followed Prince. The endless humiliation may be recorded forever in the annals of history, but it has to be said that Li Zheng has won his respect.

Billups calmly directed the Rockets' running positions. Roy's three-pointer was almost stuck in the Rockets' throat. The nature of a 4-point lead is completely different from a 1-point lead. Roy did not retaliate. Air defense Billups, the FMVP with a big heart can really hit the key three-pointer. Roy not only did not relax, but chose to stick to the defense.

Billups was a little amazed at Roy's maturity and calmness. He just hit that kind of three-pointer, especially when he was humiliated by his own defense. At this time, he can still remember his responsibilities. Players are lucky for the Blazers.

Billups was dribbling the ball under his crotch, looking for opportunities to attack. Billups called Scola to pick and roll. The foot was between Roy's legs, and Roy was tripped, but he reacted in time and pushed Scola away forcefully, and Scola flew out exaggeratedly.

Scola's little trick failed to fool the referee, but although the referee did not blow the whistle in his mouth, the gap between Roy and Scola's entanglement was enough for Billups, and even the result that Billups Stanley imagined the result to be even better.

Billups jumped high on the right side of the top of the arc, and the basketball flew to the basket with a super high arc. Roy tried his best to block it, but it was of no avail.

"Why don't you press the rhythm! This shot is not calm!" The Rockets commentator roared anxiously. The Rockets fans had already stood up and clasped their hands, praying for this extremely important three-pointer, and the arena became incomparable. Quiet, their prayers seemed to have been answered by God, the basketball slammed heavily on the hoop, bounced high, and then stumbled into the hoop.

The Rockets' home court instantly boiled.

(End of this chapter)