NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 90 Give Me the Ball 2.0
Mitchell dribbled the ball past the frontcourt and saw that Wang Yi had already returned to the three-point line.

He couldn't initiate a fast break.

He tried to single out Wang Yi, but thinking of this guy's terrifying lateral speed, he still gave up.

If there is no way to score, but an offensive foul comes, it will not be worth the loss.

Or wait for Gobert to come back and continue to play the pick-and-roll with a higher success rate.

So when the Jazz players come back, he plans to play a pick-and-roll with Gobert.

But the Lakers hit this point. Basically, as long as Mitchell picks and rolls, two people are desperately chasing Mitchell.

It is very difficult for him to pass the ball.

After trying twice in a row, it was the third time that he finally found a chance.

After the pick-and-roll, under the double team of two people, the ball was shoved from the gap to Gobert.

Gobert was on fire at this time.

Seeing this ball fortress come over, he was suddenly refreshed.

As long as he gets the ball, he is facing an unguarded empty basket dunk.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out like a ghost and slapped the ball.

This hand is neither white nor black.

But it is unique in the alliance, yellow skin!
Bang!
A soft sound.

Although this hand did not catch the ball, it changed the trajectory of the ball.

The basketball flicked on Gobert's wrist and flew over the baseline.

The audience at the scene suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh no—"

The Jazz made a mistake!

The Jazz made a mistake at the most crucial moment.

This made the [-] fans present simply unacceptable.

"SB referee!"

"Damn, Gobert, are you sleepwalking?"

"This damn Oriental, he is a devil!"

scold the referee
scold players
scold your opponent!
And without mercy.

That's the character of Salt Lake City fans.

There are still 18 seconds left.

The score was tied at 121.

The Lakers head coach used his last timeout.

One is to set up offensive tactics.

The second is to give Wang Yi a breath of relief.

At this time, Wang Yi slumped on the bench after he came off the court.

His face was frighteningly pale.

On his face, on his body, beads of perspiration rolled down.

He lowered his head and seemed to be using up the last of his strength with every breath.

A bead of sweat swayed on the tip of his nose.

Reflects the lights in the arena.

pat!

fell to the ground and shattered.

His hair was already wet, but it stood straight.

Like the thorns on a hedgehog.

James and Vogel pressed each other on his shoulders.

"King, how is it?"

James' voice was a little low.

Such a game, even he was moved.

Wang Yi seemed to be out of breath.

After a full half a minute, he replied, "No... no problem..."

Vogel sighed lightly.

Said: "King, the last attack is..."

"Give me the ball!"

Wang Yi, who was already exhausted, suddenly turned his head and looked at the coach when he heard the coach's words.

At this point in the game, he has already taken the lead.

The last time he said this, it was in a negotiating tone.

But this time, there was determination in his tone.

Obviously, he's not Kobe.

With his qualifications and status in the team, it is far from enough to say this.

Obviously, the coach is more rational at this time.

He can better grasp the pulse of the game, and can view the game more rationally than Wang Yi, who is at the top of the game.

However, Wang Yi, who was struggling, couldn't care less about it.

He has scored four goals in a row.

The last ball is crucial.

In any case, he must score!

So, give me that damn ball!
James next to him looked at Wang Yi, who was so tired that he was almost collapsed, but the shadow of the man he used to be in his mind.

That man has an almost paranoid desire for victory.

At the last minute, he'd say "give me that damn ball."

Whether the final result is victory or defeat.

He will end the game himself!
This is the Mamba Mentality.

At the last minute, James played more rationally and got closer to winning.

And at the last minute, that man fought even more passionately and more heroically.

And now, this Chinese man is full of the shadow of that man.

James had a momentary absence.

After a moment, he turned to the coach and nodded lightly.

Coach Vogel is an open coach.

And at this time, Wang Yi scored four times in a row, and the offensive efficiency was as it was said in a Chinese online novel - so terrifying.

Perhaps handing the ball to Wang Yi is the best choice.

At the same time, the Jazz head coach also made arrangements to the players:

"If the No. 1 gets the ball, you have to make it look like a double-team first and let him pass the ball. But you can't really double-team."

At this time, if it is really double-teamed, Wang Yi will pass the ball out.

The rest of the Jazz will face a three-on-four situation.

At such a critical moment, the Lakers must not be given this opportunity.

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away in New York, in a luxury apartment building.

Durant smashed the gamepad into the sofa again, and poured red wine again.

The bearded man on the bed pointed at the TV screen:

"In the last 18 seconds, the two sides are tied."

Durant turned his head and looked at the big screen.

The bearded man smiled and asked, "Kevin, what do you think the Lakers will do with this last shot?"

Durant poured himself a glass of red wine.

"I don't know how they handle it, but if it's me, I'll take a jumper."

The most deadly lore is often the simplest way to shoot.

Grim Reaper, no need for bells and whistles.

……

on site.

Players from both sides stood on the field again.

The [-] spectators also stood up in unison.

Time: Last 18 seconds.

Score: 121 level.

Lakers offense.

Pop hits the bottom line.

Wang Yi catches the ball.

This was beyond the expectations of the Jazz players.

Wang Yi has almost never advanced with the ball before.

They hesitated for a while, wondering if they should be double-teamed in the Lakers' backcourt.

With this hesitation, Wang Yi has already accelerated to the front.

They quickly chased after them.

Wang Yi came to the front court with the last 12 seconds left.

He was not in a hurry to attack.

Mitchell and Conley came over and seemed to be double-teaming.

Wang Yi made a pass fake with one hand.

In fact, he didn't plan to pass the ball at all, he was just paralyzing the opponent.

Sure enough, Conley quickly retreated to guard Caruso.

At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly launched.

He accelerated, then turned to the right, past Mitchell.

Kill to the free throw line.

This time, Gobert was very careful when he came to make up the defense.

When you are stuck, you can prevent Wang Yi from passing the ball, and also prevent Wang Yi from passing through his crotch.

Seeing that Wang Yi couldn't rush past, he received the ball with his right hand.

But Gobert had already covered him, leaving him with no room to shoot at all.

Wang Yi had an idea when he saw that Gobert had mentioned it too much.

With both hands to the right, make a pass fake.

When Gobert was slack, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the ball high to the backboard.

This is not a normal shooting position.

Gobert is a little strange, what is this guy doing?

However, at this moment, Wang Yi suddenly started.

He wiped Gobert's side and suddenly entered the inside line.

Conley's eyes and hands were quick at this time. Seeing Wang Yi throwing the ball high to the backboard, he already knew what he was going to do.

Wang Yi is trying to throw himself away.

Conley quickly returned behind Gobert and blocked Wang Yi's way.

He won't let this guy succeed.
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[Don't worry, this game is indeed too long, and the next chapter will end.Will not write such a long game in the future.It's too long for me to write it, but it's just that you're tired of reading it. 】

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