basketball never sleeps

Chapter 132 Steak, I only eat medium rare!

In 1998, the Civic Plaza arena had been in use for 23 years, and the old arena facilities could no longer keep up with the needs of fans, but no one cared about the arena's environment at this time.

Indiana fans all stood in their seats, cheering hoarsely for the home team.

In this copy of the 98 Eastern Conference Finals, Mo Wen, who replaced Reggie Miller, had won 5 of the previous 3 games.

There were still 18 seconds left before the end of the game, and the team was only 1 point behind.

With this attack, they have the opportunity to chase the highest honor in the NBA that they have never touched.

In the past five years, this is the third time they have reached the Eastern Conference Finals. The first two times they fell on the last step and lost in the tiebreaker.

As long as Reggie Miller (Mo Wen) makes this goal, they can win the Eastern Conference championship trophy without having to play the damn tie-break.

Everything was so real, the fans' shouts and applause injected vitality into Mo Wen's already numb body, at this moment he really entered the role of Reggie Miller.

For him, this is no longer a copy, but a real game, a real battle.

When he raised his arms and cheered, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the big bird on one side still had a constipated face.

When other coaches would only give the ball to the most reliable person, Zen Master dared to hand over the life and death of the game to role players such as Robert Horry, Fisher, and Vujacic.

Seeing that there was still time, the old hooligan who was foully pushed away didn't show any particular annoyance, but just waved his fist unwillingly, then turned his head and uttered a dirty word, forget it.

"Treasure the time you can imagine, I bet this will be the closest you get to success."

The serious expressions of Larry Bird and Mo Wen made them recognize their situation.

Jordan's fingertips flew over 5 centimeters below the basketball. If he had been 0.1 seconds earlier, he might have been able to reach the basketball.

Many times no one believes the truth, Danzi really has the strength to play center forward.

Mo Wen's heart sank after being pushed away.

The Zen master nodded, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Come in, hahaha, come in Reggie! You are my god today!"

But, face the bulls.

Jordan raised his head and said to Mo Wen through his nostrils.

However, the moment Jordan retreated, Dale Davis, who was in charge of serving, smashed the ball to Mo Wen in an instant.

Danzi's physical fitness is better than Mo Wen's, and his strength is also stronger than Mo Wen's, so Mo Wen who was pushed away is slower than Danzi in chasing and defending.

Yeah, it's not over yet.

But while he was happy, Mo Wen always felt that he had overlooked something.

The range of movements of the players should be as big as possible. In the future, the referee will not be able to blow five whistles and five mouths.

Mo Wen fixed his eyes on the marinated egg. At the last critical moment, there was a high probability that it would be Danzi who scored the attack.

The Pacers don't want to play a tie-break with the Bulls, and they don't want to play overtime with the Bulls either.

Because the red light representing the end of the game hadn't come on yet.

Suddenly, Jordan took the lead. He leaned forward and inserted his long arm into the gap between Mo Wen's arm and ribs, forcing Mo Wen to make mistakes or pass the ball.

But at this moment, Danzi could only turn his head to watch the basketball pass by, just like Mo Wen.

Zen Master is the one who dared to arrange water dispenser players to shoot lore in the tiebreaker of the finals.

This set of flowing movements was very elegant and elegant, but Mo Wen also lost his balance and wanted to fall backwards.

Danzi glanced at Mo Wen while talking trash.In terms of eyes, Danzi's lethality may be a little weaker than that of the Black Mamba, but his aura gives people a sense of oppression, and the murderous and domineering aura he exudes is beyond the reach of others.

Mo Wen was distracted for a moment, and Dan Zi in front of him pushed him back and ran towards the inside.

YES!

Lore and then lore, what are you talking about?

Realizing that Jordan, who had been duped, wanted to return to the defense again, Mo Wen didn't take off, but quickly threw the ball with a little tiptoe.

The bull's assistant coach noticed the situation here, and whispered a small report in the Zen master's ear.

"I said, you don't have much time left, dog."

There is 0.5 seconds left, and the time to raise your hand is over. Can you beat me in 0.5 seconds?

Jordan's shouts could not be heard in the noisy venue at this time, but Mo Wen could see it from his lips.

The Pacers players are not to be outdone. They play team basketball. Although Reggie (Mo) is their first choice, it does not mean that they can watch the show from the sidelines and shirk their responsibilities.

The game will continue!

, Mo Wen made a choice, stretched out his arms and pushed Danzi away in front of him, and ran towards the three-point line.

Big Bird likes equipment, and likes to pretend to be calm in front of the public, but Mo Wen, who has also played with him, knows that this guy can't do this level of "emotion and anger".

After Jordan came back for the first time, he was very uncomfortable being targeted by the Magic because of physical problems, so he restarted the most mysterious organization in the NBA, the Breakfast Club. Now Danzi cannot be said to have recovered to the infinite physical strength of the first three consecutive games, but It is also breakfast during the day and gold at night, without stress.

But not so sure.

In a high-confrontation environment, no matter how experienced the dribble is, it will reveal flaws. When Mo Wen saw the loopholes in Jordan's defense, the old hooligan also found a chance to attack.

Mo Wen, who ran into the inside line, was empty for a moment, but Mark Jackson failed to capture this opportunity, and Mo Wen was caught up by Dan Zi and embraced him.

However, he didn't care about protecting himself from falling, but focused on watching the flying basketball.

"But we need a center?" Inman said.

His confrontation is a bit stronger than the original Reggie Miller. At the beginning of this series, he succeeded in attacking Jordan repeatedly by virtue of the information gap.

0.5 seconds, multiplying this number by 10 is not enough for the national football team to stop the ball, but at this time it has become the Pacers' last hope.

Mo Wen licked his lips, Jordan's words did not disturb him, and he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

At this time, there is no 5-second back rule, and Mark Jackson can still use his big buttocks to protect the ball and observe the situation on the court without any scruples.

The audience and fans on the sidelines were still cheering, but the Pacers players on the field calmed down.

Mo Wen patted this group of teammates who were not familiar with them, and pointed to the damn timer.

Following Big Bird's gaze, the excitement was kicked out of his mind again.

After receiving the ball, Mo Wen didn't make any movements to stabilize his figure. Instead, he turned around lightly, jumped on one leg, and with a little backward lean, he threw the ball high before Jordan arrived.

Most of Mo Wen's excitement faded away.

Therefore, after Mo Wen made a shot and the ball had been flying in the air for a while, the red light representing the end of the countdown would light up.

Especially looking at the comparison of Mo Wen and Jordan's status, we can see that playing overtime basically means playing a tiebreaker.

To be honest, it was hard.

It is true to treat the person's body in the same way as the person.

As the basketball passed through the "white silk", the cheers in the municipal square came to an abrupt end.

But after Danzi got used to it later, he would still be crushed and ravaged.

"Choose Jordan," Knight replied without thinking.

Mo Wen's fist was itchy, it's disgusting, why is this boss still blood-locked? (Have you been bound by Fu Niu, right?)
Are you angry?Are you desperate?
not at all.

Keeping him close to the basket is indeed a great threat to the Bulls.

"Brothers, calm down first, there are still 2 seconds left, the stupid cow raised by the dog has not died yet, let us send him one last ride."

The time was counted from the moment the ball arrived in Mo Wen's hands, and the watch was manually switched by a technician.

A strong sense of accomplishment filled his brain, and the pain directly lost his right to speak, and was kicked out of his brain.

The Bulls players didn't care too much, and the referee only set the time according to the table. They just need to be a little more serious.

The Zen Master yelled anxiously and woke up the Bulls players. Jordan, who felt something was wrong just now, immediately understood, left Mo Wen and ran towards the inside Schmitz.

He holds the ball in the high position to press time, and he must also press time, delaying the game until the end before attacking like Director Li.

"Bob, who do you think we should pick at No. [-]."

Larry Bird on the sidelines shouted loudly to cover, while the Zen master on the other side changed his true nature of meditation, waving his arms like a glaring King Kong, instructing the Bulls players to quickly restrict and double-team Mo Wen.

But the referee now: At the critical moment, if there is no blood, what a fart.

There is still 0.5 seconds left in the game!
This time the Pacers called a timeout.

What's more, Jordan also did things like pushing people.

Mo Wen wanted to find teammates around him to help him cover, but they were all trapped in a situation where they were entangled with the Bulls players, and they couldn't provide high-quality cover.

Because although the Zen master is usually stubborn and doesn't change people when he falls behind, he likes to play tricks at critical moments.

1.8 seconds, 2 points difference.

For the first time in so many years, he won a series from Danzi who was still at his peak.

Come on, get Bird a cappuccino.

After a while of entanglement with the chest against the back, Mo Wen was still slightly inferior in confrontation, and was dribbled away by Jordan's arms.

Inman, the general manager of the Trail Blazers before the 84 draft, found his good friend. In 84, Bob Knight, the coach of the "Dream Team" of the American Men's Basketball Team, consulted:

Every time you stand against the Dynasty Bulls, it's torture because you can't let your guard down from start to finish.

It's as if the fuse of the fireworks is about to burn out, and the pause button is pressed when there is still a little bit left.

Inside the arena, Indiana fans let out a roar that could shatter the glass, and the teammates who rushed over pulled him up, hugged him frantically, and ravaged his hair.

Mo Wen fights and retreats to use space to ensure the safety of his dribble. At the same time, he is also carefully observing Jordan's movements, looking for Jordan's flaws.

"Tell me, why are you so stupid, tell me!"

Langli's pass was not good, but Danzi's arm was too long. After receiving the ball, he dribbled a step, and within one step of the three-point line, Jordan ignored Mo Wen who was rushing from the side, and jumped up high , and threw the ball in a fairly standard posture.

When Mo Wen stepped on the three-point line with one foot, Mark Jackson also passed the ball.

Maybe it is the legendary "overlord look and domineering".

Because neither he nor Larry Bird on the sidelines wanted to give Jordan a chance to comeback at the last moment.

"It's not over, boy."

Kings can kneel, but gods cannot.

The Bulls players around them also adjusted their positions one after another, entangled with the Pacers players in front of them.

Mo Wen's back touched the ground with the basketball one step ahead, and the moment the pain was about to hit his brain, the basketball also fell into the net bag.

The old hooligan's nickname is really not wrong.

Rick Schmitz is a 225 Dutch big man and one of Dayao's draft templates.

Looking at Danzi who jumped half a head higher than his approach jump, Mo Wen really wanted to give the old man's knee a mallet.

Not stable for 0.8 seconds.

"What I give you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you can't grab it, and you can't take it away."

Fortunately, Mark Jackson, who was next to him, rushed over to support him in time and regained the basketball before Harper.

Without pretentious annoyance, Mo Wen immediately twisted his body and ran in the opposite direction after seeing Mark Jackson get the ball.

After coming back from the timeout, seeing Mo Wen standing two steps away from the three-point line without moving, everyone let down their vigilance. At the same time, Mark Jackson's running position outside the three-point line and Schmitz's The empty cut inside attracted the attention of the Bulls players.

"Inside line, pay attention to inside line, don't let them empty pick!"

In addition to the iconic post-up, Mark Jackson also has a precise three-pointer, and his shooting speed is also very fast. Later, this guy went to the Warriors as the head coach and participated in the training program for the league's historical three-pointer.

The Bulls called a timeout and let Langli serve in the frontcourt.

From the perspective of confusing opponents, he was heavily on Mark Jackson's shoulders.

Many people watch Danzi play elegantly, and ignore his talent in strength in order to avoid being blocked for layups and hesitate in the air every day.

Sure enough, before he and Danzi exchanged a few elbow skills, Harper on the other side raised his hand for the ball while running crazily.

"You did it, Falk, I knew you could do it!"

Mo Wen's ability to win against the big Bulls in the previous few games is indisputable.

Not surprisingly, Larry Bird cast his gaze on Mo Wen.

TNND, why is there 1.8 seconds left?
If it is placed on another team, this may be a sure-fire quasi-lore.

"Then choose Jordan and let him play center." Knight replied.

Jordan hesitated for half a second and did not choose to double-team Mark Jackson, but chased and defended in the direction of Mo Wen.

The Zen master narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to understand something. Is the Pacers trying to play an inside alley-oop tactic?
If it is an alley-oop shot close to the inside, it seems that it is really impossible to complete an offense in such a short time.

What the hell script, at the last moment, Danzi actually made a perfect shot.

Roar! ! !
The volcano on the Pacers' home court erupted.

Mo Wen nodded his wrist at Danzi in front of him.

"Not much time? Half a second is enough!"

"Steak, I only eat medium rare!"

　A little more, it's late, everyone forgive me, I will update as usual at night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)