It was seven o'clock in the evening in America.
Inside the Staples Center, the seats were full and the crowd was noisy.
Los Angeles was one of the biggest basketball markets, and the attendance rate of the Los Angeles team had always been very high.
Even though Kobe had retired and the Purple Gold Dynasty had been reduced to a fish belly, it was still often full.
Moreover, this match was broadcasted live across the United States.
Westbrook, the star player of the Thunder, was the king of the triple-double in hot form. His popularity exploded.
On the field, the players on both sides had already started warming up.
Lin Ming wore the number 1 jersey and stood at the bottom corner of the left wing. He bounced the ball a few times and casually raised his hand to throw it.
Hollow hit!
The sound was very clear.
"Brat, your condition is not bad. Again!”
The starting shooting guard, Louis Williams, saw this and kicked the ball to Lin Ming.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slashed down.
Continue to hollow!
" Good luck, keep throwing…"
Under Lu Wei's continuous passing, Lin Ming scored 8 out of 8 shots in 3 minutes. He was in a very good state.
Actually, Lin Ming's three points were very accurate.
Although he wasn't as good as Stephen Curry, he had a 54% three-point shooting rate in the CBA.
However, when faced with NBA-level defense, they kept hitting iron.
This warm-up shot wasn't difficult at all, so it was naturally accurate.
"That was a good shot, brother. But whether you can score in the game depends on your ability. You're my substitute today. Good luck.”
Lu Wei was a very friendly person. He walked over and gave Lin Ming a high five.
All along, Lu Wei had always existed as the super sixth person.
His offensive firepower was fierce, but his defense was terrible.
Placing him in the second lineup to lead the substitutes could stimulate his potential to the greatest extent and often produce unexpected results.
But the Laker's back line was at its end, so they could only let Lu Wei be the starter.
After the warm-up, the match was about to begin.
Lin Ming sat on the bench and wiped his sweat with a towel.
The Thunderclap's situation this season wasn't optimistic either.
After the Western Conference was reversed by the Warriors last season, the star player Durant left Golden State and Ibaka was sent away by the management.
Westbrook was the only star player on the team.
However, after the start of the season.
The Thunderclap, which was thought by various experts to barely be able to compete for the playoffs, was in an unusually hot state.
Westbrook was even more courageous. In the first 10 games, he had an average of 28.8 11.2 12.3 triple-double data, leading the team to 8 wins and 2 losses, ranking second in the Western Conference.
This game against the weak and weak Los Angeles Clippers was basically not a big suspense to the outside world.
The only thing to watch was probably what kind of terrifying triple-double figures Young Master Wei could get.
"Lin, get ready. You'll be playing in the middle of the first quarter.”
The new commander, Luke Wharton, turned around and gestured at Lin Ming.
The meaning was obvious.
This was Lin Ming's best chance.
If he didn't grasp it well, it might be his last chance. He might not be able to stand on the NBA field in the future.
On the sidelines, the home commentator of the Los Angeles Clippers was chattering.
"Who can stand up to stop Westbrook in this game?”
"I heard that Wharton will send out that Chinese kid. Hopefully, he won't be crushed.”
"Lads, this is your home ground.”
At the same time, in the distant East, Penguin Sports Studio was also broadcasting the match.
Since it was confirmed that Lin Ming would be playing in advance, this match had a lot of attention.
Penguin also brought out their ace commentators, Kefan and Yang Yi, to partner up and commentate on this battle.
Moreover, China's largest basketball forum, Tiger Pounce, also opened a text broadcast room and posted a concentrated discussion thread.
As the only active NBA player in China, he was also a guard.
Lin Ming's appearance would undoubtedly affect the emotions of hundreds of millions of fans.
It could be said to be an unprecedented grand occasion.
Soon, the referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the match.
The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers for the home team players.
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