How happy is? Foster didn't expect Xie Hou to be in the mood to play with his eloquence.

Or, what does it mean?

When Xie Hou passed halftime, the scene became quiet.

The Spurs were not used to the silence at this moment, and Bowen was about to be fierce, like an out-of-control wild dog.

Xie Hou called pick-and-roll, Foster made a perfect wall to block Bowen. Xie Hou dribbled hard, and the person who replaced the defense was Oberto. He defended so bravely, and he was sure that Cork Haston had no shooting threat. He was right.

Xie Hou dribbled to the right, Oberto defended from beginning to end, and Ginobili suddenly clamped Xie Hou's back, and he was in the most difficult moment.

This may be the most difficult double-team to deal with, one in front and one in the back.

Xie Hou closed the ball over his chest and only pulled it up based on his talent. Because there was defense in front and back, his jump shot did not jump to the highest point. Oberto started rudely and invaded his cylinder in exchange for a sharp whistle from the referee. Xie Hou's tilt hit Ginobili behind him. He didn't consider what kind of situation he would put the opponent in if he blocked the person into a meat pie. In his eyes, there was only the basket.

The ball flew out, Xie Hou landed comfortably, and Ginobili caught 106 kilograms of body, but he pressed himself to a severity.

Obotto looked at the ball - what a good arc? How could he not go in!

Perfect angle, perfect strength, flawless boarding.

Bang swish!

If you want to evaluate Xie Hou's goal fairly, then there is only perfection.
Chapter completed!