basketball never sleeps

Chapter 165 There Is No Way Ahead For You
Back at the Conseco Arena, the Big Three of the Heat played very seriously and with great patience.

Like a pack of wolves hunting, they bit the walker's line of defense without haste.

The first ball came up in the fourth quarter. Mo Wen held the ball at a high position to observe. He failed to pull away from two changes of direction, so he distributed the ball to Wade on one side, and started running without the ball to one side.

After receiving the ball, Wade didn't stop, and he started to fight violently.

In his breakthrough, the ligament injury and Jackson's defense in front of him were all left behind by him.

Xiao Ao's help defense arrived, and Wade followed Mo Wen's request for the ball, twisted his waist, twisted his arms in mid-air, passed around his waist, and sent the ball.

The basketball drifted around the corner, leaving a shadow behind Wade and Jackson, and flew in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't catch the ball, but just spun his palm lightly, and with a light hand, he passed the ball to Ao Pang who squeezed out of the space.

The mature black shark didn't need to jump out of the water, but just leaned out half of its body, exposed its bloody mouth, and ate Foster raw in front of him.

bang——

On the way back to the defense, the three lined up in a straight line, and Mo Wen, who was expressionless in the middle, stretched out his hands and gave each of the people on both sides a high-five.

An invisible deterrence spread around from the three people as the origin.

"The transfer of the Heat is too smooth, and it deserves to be the team with the strongest offense in positional warfare this year."

"The Pacers' defense can't withstand the strangling of three top attacking stars, and their blocking will become their loophole."

"This is the real triangle offense. All three are sharp angles that can pierce the opposing defense."

Barkley and Smith talked to each other in front of the camera.

Popovich, in front of the TV, tore off the loose leaf full of lines again, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

No, I still can't prevent it.

Just closing his eyes and simulating in his mind, he can imagine the appearance of the Spurs' basket being pierced in the face of the same attack.

This is crushing at the player level, and it is too difficult to rely on tactics to make up for the gap.

The old man was very lucky. Fortunately, the Heat didn't become their opponent so early, and he still had time to observe and analyze.

Instead of being like Carlisle on the field-her husband had already knocked on the door, only to find that the bottom of the bed is solid, the wardrobe is checkered, the curtains are transparent, and the air conditioner is built-in.

Carlisle, who was being watched by Popovich, was gritting his teeth at this moment, holding his brain that was about to shake with his hand.

The last time he felt so powerless was when he was an assistant coach of the Nets after retiring. At that time, because he didn't read many books and didn't have much experience, he often had some headaches that he couldn't solve.

But with his continuous learning and practice, this kind of situation has become rare, very few

However, the appearance of the Heat once again made him feel his shallow knowledge.

The Big Three model that had disappeared since Barkley retired reappeared, and he found sadly that he did not have a perfect solution.

But as a coach, he can only continue to pretend to be confident in the eyes of the players' expectations, and loudly urge and encourage the players to continue to work hard.

The Pacers counterattacked, and after Jackson's breakthrough was blocked, he distributed the ball to Jermaine O'Neal, who was rarely efficient in this game.

Xiao Ao faced Haslem's top waist defense and three threats with the ball. After several attempts, he barely found a gap and squeezed two steps in. He was about to step back and shoot a jumper. Miller.

Miller received the ball in an open position and used his signature kick to prevent Rasul from chasing and interfering. Then he made an easy 2-pointer without interference.

The Pacers fans on the sidelines raised their hands and shouted in unison.

Supplement the adrenaline for the players on the field with the mighty cheering sound.

The pressure of the Pacers of the Heat has continued from the beginning to the present today. Although they only scored 7 points at most, the Big Three are still like a mountain, making it difficult for the fans on the sidelines to breathe. .

The team's one-year efforts, their one-year expectations, and Miller's retirement announcement made them unacceptable, and this year ended like this.

Therefore, they can only vent their anxiety and anxiety by shouting louder. .

Mo Wen dribbled the ball across the court again, watched the Pacers put up a 23 zone defense again, and directed the Heat to put up a high pick-and-roll.

After dismissing Wade, who was trying to get the ball, and using O'Neal's cover, Mo Wen threw away Artest and rushed to the basket.

Facing Xiao Ao, who came over from the defense, he stepped on the European step, put his hands together, and made a fake pass, but the actual intention was to lift the ball for a layup.

But Xiao Ao was not shaken away, and he had suffered so much that he already had a preliminary resistance to Mo Wen's fake moves.

It doesn't matter to him whether Mo Wen passes the ball or not, the important thing is that he can't let Mo Wen take a shot.

The long arms are straight in the sky, not only avoiding the possibility of being fouled, but also always ready to "strike when you show up".

Looking at the picture in the camera, many Pacers fans raised their arms in the air, just waiting for the block to happen.

But when Mo Wen's hand that raised the ball for a layup reached the range of Xiao Ao's block, he suddenly retracted the ball and twisted it back, bypassing Xiao Ao's falling arm, and passing through his creaking hole to his back, like a juggler. The ball is picked out with a spin.

Mo Wen's jumping is not his strong point, but he has a strong control over his body. Even if he can't think about life in mid-air by relying on height like a marinated egg, he can rely on clear thinking to find flaws in defensive players.

The basketball rebounds into the hoop.

The arms that the Pacers fans originally raised were also smashed down by the heavy disappointment.

"Don't challenge Jermaine inside, do you want to go hard?"

"Nice goal!"

"Mo's goals are always so imaginative. He is the best player I have seen in the past two years with the combination of shooting and technology."

"No matter what the movement is, there is a sense of skill and elegance in his hands."

In the TNT studio, the magician who was invited to explain the game couldn't help but admire.

Feeling that Xiao Ao was being teased, he was quite irritable. He couldn't control his emotions. The two of them had no physical contact in the air. After landing, he pushed Mo Wen instead.

I knew that I would pull down the guy who likes to play tricks.

But Mo Wen wasn't used to him, so he walked over and stood in front of Xiao Ao without making a move, just staring at him with his hands on his hips.

Seeing this, Xiao Ao clenched his fists, but Mo Wen's cold eyes still woke him up.

Knowing that he was wrong, he didn't even need his teammates and referees to come and pull him away, so he took the initiative to turn sideways to avoid Mo Wen.

When Barkley saw this scene in the commentary room, he patted the table with hatred.

"It's better for him to lose his temper and use his hands. At least I still think he is a man. He plays so softly that he doesn't dare to fight. As the boss of a team, he doesn't even have the courage to look at the opponent's third leader. If I were Bird, I'm going to trade him after this series."

Seeing this scene, Artest turned his head angrily and looked at Bird on the bench.

You handed the Pacers over to such a thing?
Bird off the court seemed to understand his mind and rolled his eyes.

Not to Jermaine, but to you who only scored 3 points in 9 quarters?
Perhaps this conflict affected the morale of the Pacers, and their pretty good touch in the front fell back to normal levels during this period.

The performance of Wade and O'Pang on the Heat's side gradually declined due to injuries. After hitting the back, Mo Wen, like G4, started a solo show with more involvement from the two of them.

After scoring a civilian triple-double of 16 points, 10 assists and 11 rebounds in the first three quarters, Mo Wen scored another 8 points in just half a quarter.

Carlisle was very decisive today. After seeing Mo Wen scoring two goals in a row, seeing that the momentum was not right, he used two short timeouts to try to interrupt Mo Wen's touch.

Unfortunately, none of them worked.

The point difference, which had been stagnant in the front, moved again.

Seeing that the point difference was widened to two points, the Heat's bench was full of joy, but Mo Wen, who carefully observed Wade's running step, frowned.

During the official timeout, Mo Wen called the team doctor, and after discussing with Da Fan, he decided to replace the two patients who played overtime.

Ao Pang didn't care, he obeyed the command and went off the field directly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ao Pang did have a wealth of experience being led by defenders, and he also noticed that Mo Wen had been recharging his energy before.

But Wade protested.

He felt that Mo Wen was eating alone. He had to know that as long as the score did not lose suspense, the closer to the end, the more attention would be paid.

"You can't do this, Mo, I can't rest off the court at this point in time, it's not a sure win yet, I want to play!"

"I know my body, you can't control it that wide!"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers, knocked off the arm pointing at him, pulled his big cheeks to him, and said in a very gentle tone:
"Don't stomp your feet. If you stomp your feet, your legs won't hurt, right?"

"In the next round against the Pistons, do you think you can catch up with Richard (Hamilton)'s normal running with your injured leg, or can you prevent Chauncey?"

"Take a rest when you are told. Stop talking nonsense. You will play the Pistons later. You will play a few less games. I will fight you a few games. When the time comes, I will have to use a wheelchair even if my leg is broken."

Wade and Mo Wen looked at each other, and after reading the seriousness in Mo Wen's eyes, he wanted to argue with the reason and be tough, but he was afraid that his life was not hard enough.

Forget it, health is the most important thing, since Mo Wen has sincerely "begged him", then he will listen to the persuasion mercifully.

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At the end of the break, the Pacers fans were angry when they saw the Heat's substitution.

There is still half a quarter of game time, so you dare to play the main force?

Do you really think of us as fish belly that can't make the playoffs?

"Your substitutions are a bit too much." Miller walked up to Mo Wen and snorted coldly.

"It doesn't take such a big fight to send an old man who has achieved nothing to retirement during garbage time." Mo Wen replied flatly.

Garbage time?An old man who has done nothing?

Hearing this, Miller laughed angrily, but after thinking about it, he fell silent again.

Apart from playing for Yincheng for 18 years, helping Yincheng enter the playoffs more than a dozen times, reaching the finals once, and taking more than 1 million salary at the same time, it seems that he really has nothing to offer.

If there is no nickname "Jordan's lifelong enemy", looking back at his career is just mediocre.

Isn't it just one person, one city for 18 years, and I would rather retire than hug my legs.

What's so amazing?
Somewhat melancholy, he raised his head and looked at the three flags flying high in the arena, which were the achievements of the Pacers in the ABA.

This year marks the 39th year since Indiana City was merged into the NBA. Unfortunately, this land that is extremely loyal to basketball still has not been able to wait for an NBA champion.

"Don't be so complacent, boy, the game is not over yet, whether they are injured or not, I will personally test them out!"

"And, send me off, you are not qualified!"

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Miller said fiercely.

"Not qualified? In two years, you will be proud because I saw you off!" Mo Wen said confidently.

After the timeout ended, with anger and unwillingness, Miller, who had activated his big heart and passively, did not play cards according to the routine, and came up unexpectedly and made a super long three-pointer.

Then he pointed at the distance and challenged Mo Wen.

But Mo Wen glanced at Artest, who was staring at him, and was not fooled. Instead, he continued to play a steady and steady style like G4.

With a difference of 8 points and 6 minutes, Mo Wen only needs to keep pace and maintain efficiency, and the game will be over after a while.

Since he promised to bring the team to the playoffs, he must be steady.

Mo Wen's hand feeling today was mediocre, 8 of 3 three-pointers in the first three quarters. At this time, betting three-pointers with Miller, the risk and benefit are completely out of proportion.

The voices on the sidelines were louder and louder, but under Mo Wen's control, the arena was like a pool of stagnant water.

Artest received 5 fouls in front, which became a big problem at this time, and it was difficult for him to reach out.

Mo Wen directly incarnates Westbrook LeBron Bryant - the core of holding the ball, dribbling for 20 seconds, and resolutely not passing the ball.

Which selfish player didn't come from an unselfish player?

Miller's shooting rate in the second half was not bad, but the point difference has not been able to close.

It wasn't until 3 minutes before the end of the game that Carlisle finally remembered that they should switch to an offensive lineup to grab points when they were far behind.

Unfortunately, it was too late and the offensive players had to get hot.

In the last 1 minute, the 4-point difference seemed like a curse, blocking the Pacers from taking a step closer.

Both Miller and Tinsley wanted to use three-pointers to open the situation, but unfortunately, their three-pointers that did not get rid of the defense were pure gambles.

The two missed all two three-pointers, and they still relied on Jermaine Ao to grab the offensive rebound and score a layup on the second offense.

But Mo Wen also scored a goal through a fadeaway jumper during this period.

The almost constant point difference made everyone feel powerless.

In the last 13 seconds, the Heat had the ball and led by 4 points.

Mo Wen gave the ball to Rasul who was open and waited for the end of the game.

But Reggie Miller isn't giving up the fight.

He who has created miracles still believes in hope.

Being double-teamed and about to be intercepted, Rasul caught a glimpse of Mo Wen who retreated to the logo area to get off work.

In order to avoid mistakes, he tried his best to eat milk, and after breaking away from an unknown number of arms, he sent the ball out.

Grab a basketball and step on the Pacers logo.

He looked at Miller who staggered after him.

Mo Wen held the ball with one hand and pushed forward with the other hand, like a road conductor indicating that the red light ahead is prohibited.

"Let's stop here, classic car, there is no road ahead for you."

With one hand holding the ball, he randomly threw it towards the basket, and the basketball crossed a beautiful parabola in the air. The moment it hit the backboard, the red light above also lit up.

beep--

Swah——

　Today is definitely not in the wee hours of the morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)