Dig a trough! Alexander! The most ugly Western Final...

When the 42-point difference was frozen on the big screen of the target center stadium, Edwards chewed gum and slammed his teammates on the sidelines to celebrate - this picture looked like Garnett yelling with his chest twenty years ago.

The Timberwolves told the Thunder in the most brutal way: the script of the Western Conference Finals has only really begun now.

When we were behind 0-2 three days ago, everyone was saying that "there is no solution to the mid-range distance of the Thunder Five", "Huazi will only break through and pass the ball", "Gobert is a defensive burden".

But today's game completely tore these tags: the Timberwolves have proved with practical actions since the start of jumping the ball that they are not here to serve as background boards for MVP.

The score of 34-14 in the first quarter was like a heavy punch hitting the whiteboard in the Thunder locker room. When Alexander was replaced with 3 minutes and 2 seconds left in the first quarter, his jersey could already be twisted out half a pound of sweat - it was not tired, it was panic.

Let's see how Huazi plays.

This 24-year-old guy performed what it means to "take defense as air" at the beginning. Dort's fangs and claws are sticking to the defense? He just hung up the man to complete the folding layup; Jaylen Williams' death entanglement? He turned and leaned back in an even more exaggerated arc than the Minnesota night sky.

The most murderous thing is the long-distance three-pointer in the third quarter: At that time, the Thunder had just chased the score difference to 20 points, Huazi suddenly stopped at the logo position after halftime, and the basketball crossed the dome and smashed into the nets like a meteor, and the towel on the bench instantly flew into a snowstorm.

In contrast, the new MVP Alexander seemed to be wearing lead-filled sneakers tonight.

The mid-range jump shots that rely on to become famous either hit the front or hit the basket. There are some data that make people frightened: when he was on the court, the team lost 32 points in a net loss, and every time he broke through with the ball, it was like hitting a concrete wall built by Gobert and Reed.

There is a scene in the third quarter that is particularly ironic: Alexander finally got rid of McDaniels and broke into the penalty area, but Randall, who was backed up, stood up and covered up a solid block - how could he look like an MVP? It is clearly a lamb who accidentally entered the wolf pack. The Timberwolves' victory code is hidden in the details.

When the Thunder used the "slashing tactics", Coach Finch's adjustment was master level: Reed, who had a regular season three-point shooting percentage of 41%, forced the Thunder to not let go easily; he used Randall's high position to crack the five small lineup, and for three consecutive rounds of the third quarter, "hand hand + counter-running" directly defeated the opponent's defense line.

What's even more amazing is their control over mistakes. The game only had 8 mistakes and was less than half of the average of the first two games - this is like the canteen aunt who suddenly changed her hand shaking habit, and the food naturally tasted good.

Thunder's collapse came faster than expected.

Coach Ma Dai's proud Death Five Primary School has become a suicide five primary school today. When Chet Homgren was shaken by Huazi with cross steps to kneel on one knee, when Dort left the field with six fouls, and when Jaylen Williams scored three-pointers in the open space, you can clearly see the confusion in the eyes of these young people.

They may have forgotten how they practiced mid-range shots in the locker room three days ago - the karma of competitive sports, sometimes more accurate than mathematical formulas. The most interesting thing about this massacre is the time scale.

When Huazi clocked in for get off work in the third quarter, the technical statistics clearly stated 30+9+6, while in the fourth quarter where Alexander sat on the bench, the plus and negative values ​​were fixed at -32. This is very similar to the handover ceremony of two generations of stars: when the old school encounters the new generation of violent aesthetics in the middle distance, when the MVP halo hits the bloodthirsty wolf pack, the basketball court finally tore off its gentle mask.

At this moment, there are still sweat stains dripping from Thunder players on the floor in the center of the target, but Minnesota fans have already sang "who 's your daddy" - some answers, the 42-point difference is clearer than any data. The

series is far from over, but the Thunder need to figure out: Should we customize double-teams for Huazi?

After all, the Timberwolves have shown their trump card: they not only have the sharp claws to tear the defense line, but also the bloodiness that was engraved in the team's soul twenty years ago.

I wonder if the Thunder's team reporter would write on the plane: "It is recommended that the league investigate Minnesota, they may have secretly raised ten real wolves."