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Chapter 255: The Grand Master Did Not Deceive Me (9K)

Wade didn't have the passing skills like Mo Wen, so he chose to make two passes with Tim Thomas in the corner, pulling out Milicic who was assisting in defense, and then found an opportunity to pass the ball to O'Neal.

Milicic saw O'Neal get the ball and, as planned, he rushed back immediately without paying any attention to Tim Thomas.

Logically speaking, the best solution for O'Neal at this time is to pass the ball to Tim Thomas, but after running several laps, he just wants to score a goal.

Snapped!
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Tyson gave O'Neal a hug without hesitation and sent him to the free throw line.

The Sonics have a lot of inside resources, and most of the six inside players are capable of playing. It can be said that this is the position with the most abundant personnel reserves in the Sonics, which is just right for O'Neal.

Mo Wen attaches great importance to the inside line. The inside line can be weakened in the tactical system, but the inside players cannot be weak.

In Mo Wen's opinion, the success of the so-called small ball tactics is largely due to the peak Splash Brothers. The ability shown by the normal Splash Brothers, combined with a normal inside player under the same salary system, can also produce good results.

Many people thought that the turning point for the Cavaliers' comeback was Green's suspension, but in fact the more critical issue was that Steve Johnson was out, which left the Warriors' interior defense completely without a guard... and a moving Great Wall.

It is difficult to maintain a 45% three-point shooting rate while taking a large number of shots, but it is not uncommon for the team to fail to defend the inside and allow others to shoot 65% at the basket.

Mo Wen looked at Old Hill and pointed to the bench. Old Hill immediately understood and turned around to ask Francisco and the others to start warming up.

Although O'Neal still has the dominance of his former king in the basket, the Heat dare not give him too many shots because of his 40% free throw percentage so far this season.

Highlight a reliable and stable future to look forward to.

O'Neal was very dissatisfied. This was a Christmas game and he was sent to the free throw line right away. If he had no chance to survive, he could just bite a lighter!

2 of 1 free throws.

O'Neal just breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the row of tall men standing upright on the sidelines of the Supersonics.

Damn it, destroy it, quickly...

7: 6.

Coming back, Mo Wen once again met his old friend through pick-and-roll - O'Neal was not available, so Mo Wen was free.

Under Riley's "Godfather" gaze, Peja came to assist in defense in time, and Gay, who felt that his three-pointer was not very reliable, chose to cut inside, intending to take away Wade who was chasing him.

Wade played a trick and pretended to chase for two steps before turning back to defend. Just in time, he saw Mo Wen dribble past Peja's defense and then made up for it seamlessly.

"Wow, Wade's defensive prediction is amazing. I think Mo Wen's passing is outrageous. I didn't expect Wade to be able to do this on the defensive end!"

Inside CCTV's studio, Director Zhang clapped his hands and sighed.

"I think this is also a kind of tacit understanding. Although the two are no longer on the same team, Wade still believes that Mo Wen can do it. Of course, it may also be that Wade believes in Peja's ability, or both situations."

Sun Zhengping on the side revealed the secret.

Both Mo and Wei had anticipated this situation. Peja, to put it nicely, was a middleman, but to put it bluntly, he was just an insignificant part of their play.

But Peja did not leave. He still wanted to integrate into this game that did not belong to him.

Mr. Mo was kind and gave him this opportunity.

He stepped back, then moved half a step sideways and made a fake pass to Gay in the pocket. While Wade was blocked by Peja, Mo Wen directly received the ball and took off into the air.

Unfortunately, Peja was blocked by Wade and couldn't jump, so he could only stretch out his hand as a sight.

Swah——

9: 6.

Da Fan on the sidelines slapped himself hard on the forehead.

Who killed our defense?

It was me who killed myself!

Fortunately, he has made up his mind to leave. If he had continued to stay in Miami, it is hard to say how long his heart could have lasted.

When Mo Wen was still in the Heat, Dafan just thought that Mo Wen was smart, but when Mo Wen stood on the opposite side of the Heat, he also felt the pain of his opponents.

One minus one plus one equals double the pain.

Wade and Peja looked at each other questioningly. At this moment, they both suspected that the other was a traitor.

"Why don't you two just have a fight first and decide who will defend me? It's too easy to score. I'm afraid someone will report me after the game for buying me off."

When Mo Wen returned to defense, he couldn't help but turn around and complain.

Wade/Peja: …

Peja looked at Wade and asked if he wanted to beat him up.

The corners of Wade's mouth twitched, and he walked to the other side with a calm mind.

When it comes to basketball, he feels that he and Mo Wen are evenly matched, but if basketball isn't the only thing that matters, then only firearms can give him a sense of security.

Back in the Sonics' position, Cassell gradually became like an old fish and passed the ball to Wade after half court.

His back injury has not fully healed, and Ray Allen is no longer the defensive sieve he once was. In order to protect himself, Cassell now only uses his signature back-to-the-basket play at critical moments.

Wade wanted to get back at the opponent, and anger became the best motivation for him to speed up.

As usual, Mo Wen gave Wade a step and a half, but was still left half a body length behind by Wade's speed of breakthrough.

Unlike James who is full of brute force, Wade is faster, has more concentrated strength, and is more difficult to defend.

O'Neal was very understanding. When Wade broke in, he began to pull Tyson back, using his big arms and elephant legs to block Tyson in various positions, leaving Tyson with a choice: either move up to defend and take advantage of Wade's phantom steps or passes, or be pushed aside and unable to defend comfortably.

Wade felt Mo Wen's breath behind him, looked at Tyson who was threatening in front of him, and without fear, he grabbed the ball and threw himself diagonally into the sky.

After dodging Tyson's block and Mo Wen's sneak attack, his strong core was revealed at this moment. Bang——

Before falling, Wade, in the middle of the cookie sandwich, barely managed to dunk the ball into the basket.

Wade fell to the ground and excitedly punched the air.

"You can't defend me, don't waste your energy, Mo, you can't defend me!" Wade finally found an opportunity to respond to the trash talk.

Mo Wen was not discouraged by the fact that he could not defend against the ball. Unless a spider bites his neck or the bathroom heater is replaced with gamma rays, the normal human body has its limits.

When he first entered the copy space, Mo Wen replaced Martin and was torn to pieces by O'Neal. Now that he has trained his body and faces O'Neal again, he can at most die in a more dignified way.

In comparison, for players like Kobe and McGrady whose bodies are within their capabilities, their experience and physical strength can play a good role.

Wade's physical fitness ceiling is indeed 193cm, but Mo Wen does not think that Wade has the ability to score every ball like this.

"Last season, many people said that the explosive data of Mo Wen and Wade were the result of the bonus of the system, the bonus of having too many stars and other teams being forced to disperse their defensive resources. I think they are right!"

"But if you look at their performance this season, you will find that among the Big Three of the Heat, the one who really benefited from the bonus is actually Shaq. For Mo Wen and Wade, the so-called bonus is just like a billionaire winning a million-dollar lottery ticket. Without these so-called bonuses, you will find that Mo Wen is still Mo Wen, and Wade is still Wade."

Barkley didn't make his usual funny comments, but the meal was delicious and fresh enough that it didn't need so much seasoning.

In the next round, Mo Wen continued to call out players as usual, attracting defense and motivating his teammates.

Just like in the previous two seasons, Wade turned into a sharp blade and stabbed into the Sonics' defense again and again.

In the first quarter, both sides fought hard, and wonderful goals were like Gatling fireworks, blooming continuously in the sky.

The Supersonics led by 40 points 37:3.

O'Neal played an important role in this. He made 6 of 2 free throws in the first quarter, showing his superstar style. However, he was replaced by Mourning after playing for only 7 minutes. If he had played the full time, the Supersonics could still lead by 2 points.

The Sonics players also have a clear understanding of the Heat. The Heat still has the strength of a top team and is not a bottom-ranked team in the current rankings.

Speaking of which, the Heat, who have just recovered from a wave of injuries, are not yet in their prime.

They still have various problems on the defensive end, but on the offensive end, the Heat have regained the firepower of positional warfare from last season.

If they can continue to stay healthy during the subsequent run-in, they may not be able to make up for the hole they dug at the beginning of the season, but returning to the upper half of the Eastern Conference is a piece of cake.

Mo Wen only scored 8 points in the first quarter, but he also had 6 assists and 4 rebounds.

He knew that the key to winning today did not lie in the first half, so he did not put too much energy into the main attack.

And to be honest, he is not the only highlight today.

Ray Allen and Cassell both reached their peak in the Bucks, Milicic and Peja had a Serbian national derby, and Payton and Cassell also had grievances before...

Mo Wen didn't want others to only remember the Heat's Big Three when mentioning today's Christmas game.

Obviously, the current Supersonics also have the Big Three.

Mo Wen has already sucked the blood of his teammates in his playing style, and he also wants to monopolize all the fame. However, he is not that selfish.

"We have to further control the tempo later, Sam. No matter how the Sonics set the tempo, we have to stay stable. Only by playing every ball well can we have hope of winning."

In the Heat player's bench, Big Fan spoke slowly to the players around him.

"Shaq will continue to rest for a while. Alonzo, when you come on the court, don't stay under the basket. Our zone defense just now was almost nonexistent. In the second quarter, except for Mo and Ray holding the ball, we should not easily expand out. UD, you will replace Tim and confront Milicic, just like you defended Dirk in the finals before."

"Dwyane, you'll have a lot of work to do. I'm not going to give you much rest today. If you can't stand it, tell me now. I'll make some adjustments in the second half. Be smart on the court. Don't go for a one-on-one duel when you need to call a pick-and-roll. The most important thing is winning or losing the game. Do you understand?"

"We're going to play a few three-pointers when we get back on the court. We need you, Peja, to stay on the court. If it works, you have to play for another half quarter. If it doesn't, Finley will replace you."

After a relaxed and leisurely arrangement, Da Fan started to turn his pen with interest.

Wade and several veteran players looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar Dafan with strange eyes.

After leaving Mo Wen, Van Gaal gradually returned to the way he was when he coached Wade's rookie year - he spoke in an urgent manner, was easily excited, needed to confirm with the players repeatedly when arranging tactics, and his words and actions were trembling, as if he wanted to convey both strength and tension to the players.

From the players' perspective, not to mention the level of his deployment, just from his nervous and serious look, the players did not feel safe enough.

But now, how has Van Gaal regained the calm and composed demeanor of the famous coach he was last season?
Wade thought of something and looked back at the Supersonics' player bench.

No, so Mo Wen is really your external brain-computer, the kind that automatically disconnects when the human and the machine are separated by ten meters?
When the players returned to the court, Riley stood next to Van Gaal again.

"Your performance just now made me think he was still on the team."

Da Fan took off his glasses and rubbed them, "I just figured it out."

"Have you figured it out again?" Riley raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I've really thought it through this time." Big Fan didn't pay attention to Riley's tone and continued, "They are healthy, so I don't need to worry too much to get results. If the lineup is not complete, it's useless to rack my brains. Speaking of which, I have to blame you. If you hadn't put so much pressure on me, I wouldn't have been so worried and anxious all the time."

"Are you blaming me? Haha, good, you are already a mature head coach."

"Maybe. I have let my family down in the past two years. I don't want to leave with guilt. Maybe I am really bad and can't support your trust, but at least in the past, I feel that my efforts are worthy of the salary you and Mickey pay me."

What Riley wanted to say was cut off from his mouth.

I thought you had figured it out in terms of techniques and tactics. You told me that you wanted to resign because you had figured it out?
Riley admitted that he had thought of letting Van Gaal take the blame and taking over himself, but looking at Van Gaal's deployment just now, he felt that Van Gaal could continue to take the blame for a while.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. The team still needs you, and I don't agree with it either."

"It's almost time. It's hard to say how long it will take to integrate the team." Van Gaal shook his head and refused. "My family has given too much for me. I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I don't want to wait even a moment."

After the break, the game continues.

The Supersonics replaced Gay and Tyson with Damien and Francisco. On the Heat side, Alonzo Mourning continued to replace O'Neal, and Haslem replaced Tim Thomas.

Wade followed Van Van Gaal's advice and did not challenge Mo Wen one-on-one. Instead, he found Haslem to play pick-and-roll on the right side, and then he used a mismatch to beat Milicic to get to the basket. After attracting a double-team, he decisively passed the ball to the outside and assisted Peja to score a three-pointer.

Mo Wen continued the route of the first quarter, playing against Cassell after a pick-and-roll, using his "court succubus" attraction to attract Wade, and then passing the ball to Ray Allen who was in the open space.

Haslem, who was in the sweeping position, could only come over to defend, and Ray Allen did not hesitate and directly lobbed the ball into the inside.

Poor Mourning, a 36-year-old laid-off veteran with only one kidney who had to face workplace bullying from Milicic, a 22-year-old young man.

Tragically blocked!

42: 40.

Cassell is also one of the loopholes of the Heat. His defense and appearance are important reasons that restrict him from becoming a top point guard.

There is a well-known Kidd hater who likes to use Cassell to criticize Kidd. The most famous example is that in the same year, Cassell had 19.8+7.3, 48% shooting percentage, 58 wins but was only selected to the second team, while Kidd had 15.5+9.2, 38% shooting percentage, 47 wins but was selected to the first team.

At first glance, the data shows that the selection result is indeed problematic, but if we take into account the gap between teammates and personal defense on both sides, it is not unfair for Cassell to be ranked second.

Cassell is now 37 years old. In this era when sports medicine is not so developed, his body can no longer support his full commitment on both offense and defense.

What's more difficult is that he is only the fourth in command of the Heat and cannot slack off blatantly.

Faced with this situation, Wade was helpless. Last season, Mo Wen was there, Rasul did not leave, and with him and Haslem, they could defend four positions. With O'Neal guarding the penalty area, he was a deterrent enough as a stake.

But this year, only he and Haslem are left, and Haslem will have to be on the bench because Tim Thomas's ability to clear space is more suitable for him to be a starter and pair with O'Neal.

If it weren't for Riley and Davis constantly encouraging him, Wade might not have been able to resist playing badly on the defensive end.

After letting out a sigh, Wade could only transfer his pressure on the defensive end to the offensive end and release it.

Van Van Gaal's tactical arrangement worked rarely. Without O'Neal, an important deterrent, on the court, they gradually caught up with the score difference and took a 5-point lead thanks to Wade's fighting spirit and above-average three-pointers.

6 minutes into the second quarter, O'Neal was infected by Wade after he came on the court again and became more active and serious - although he still couldn't make free throws and couldn't defend, he unexpectedly blocked two shots in a row.

Now O'Neal's blocks have 7% of the charm of old Deng. He no longer pursues visual effects like he did in his youth, but only pays attention to practicality.

The Sonics players kept missing shots, and with minimal help from the referee, the Heat took advantage of this time to gradually widen the gap to 9 points.

With 2 minutes left before halftime, watching his teammates miss shots, Mo Wen knew it was time for him to step up and pay tribute to the Mamba spirit.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mo Wen gave the ball to Ray Allen, signaling him to cooperate with a quick cut and a shot.

Unexpectedly, Ray Allen didn't notice Wade lurking on the side when he passed the ball.

As soon as the basketball left Ray Allen's hand, Wade rushed out from the side, intercepted the ball, and then rushed to the frontcourt without stopping.

Mo Wen and Ray Allen both reacted quickly. Although they were a step slower, they didn't have the ball in their hands after all, and Wade was breaking the wind in front of them, so they quickly caught up.

The audience held their breath.

Although there was a lot of space in front of Wade, Mo Wen and Ray Allen, who were almost at the same level as him, obviously would not let him shoot easily.

The Heat are now leading by 9 points. If they score this goal, they will most likely maintain a double-digit lead at halftime. According to big data statistics, the probability of a team achieving this feat winning the final game is about 61%. If we round it off, isn't it a sure win tonight?
The reason why Heat fans are willing to buy tickets at high prices to watch the game tonight is that they want to see Mo Wen again at home. Now that they have seen Mo Wen, their only wish is that the home team wins the game.

You must go in!

Many fans on the sidelines clasped their hands, but unfortunately without the background music of Tiga, they couldn't lend the light to Wade.

squeak--

The sneakers made a sharp whine under the friction of the floor and the pressure of body weight.

The less aerodynamic cheeks are used to help it glide in the sky.

Long arms on both sides formed a crossfire to hit the basketball, but two tightly clasped black hands ensured the flying trajectory of the basketball.

BOOM! !
That's not the sound of a slam dunk; it's clearly the sound of Santa Claus throwing the gifts into the chimney and then them sliding down!

“This-is-my-house!”

“This-is-my-house!!”

"MY——HOUSE!!!"

Wade swung his fingers, pointing wildly at the floor beneath his feet, and shouted at Mo Wen.

From the beginning, he was the king here.

He was personally selected by Riley as the Rookie of the Year. He led the Heat to a buzzer beater in his rookie season and was the scoring champion during the Heat's championship period.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Mo Wen, who won two FMVPs, is the most important person.

Especially when Mo Wen led the Supersonics to another winning streak that shocked the league, and he could only struggle with his teammates who were suffering from injuries, Mo Wen almost became the recognized biggest contributor and the most critical core of the Heat's consecutive championships.

Wade was not convinced. This was clearly his team from the beginning to the end!
"MVP! MVP! MVP!"

The fans on the sidelines were also infected by him and cheered loudly.

Under the camera, the two men confronted each other. At this moment, the young master of the Heat finally took back his own authority from the regent.

?
Ha ha.

Mo Wen is no longer at the age where he can show his joy on his face.

He didn't want future online novel writers to only use words commonly used in funeral homes to describe him: "indifferent", "cold", "frosty", "careless".

So he smiled.

Contempt, ridicule, wildness, dissatisfaction, playfulness, excitement...

Artists tell you that the beauty of Mona Lisa's smile lies in her mystery.

But although Mo Wen's smile in front of the camera at this moment was very complex and layered, everyone could be sure at first sight that the man in front of them... wanted to eat people.

Old Hill was about to call a timeout to slow down the game, but when he saw Mo Wen's smile, he held back.

In the TNT studio, Reggie Miller, who was still shocked by Wade's dunk with Barkley and Kenny Smith, suddenly couldn't make a sound when he saw Mo Wen's smile, as if his PTSD was triggered.

"It seems that Mo will not be able to escape from the American Airlines Arena today. Wade's dunk has helped him regain his previous championship spirit. I think the rest of the game will become Wade's personal show. Now the only suspense is how he will perform tonight."

Listening to Kenny Smith's clichés, Miller smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It is indeed worth looking forward to Wade regaining his spirit, but, Kenny, have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if Mo was angered?"

The room was a little quiet, and the program director was wondering if there was something wrong with the radio equipment.

It was not until a few seconds later that Barkley slowly spoke.

"Today is Christmas, Mo won't do anything too cruel, right?"

"But Mo is Chinese, he doesn't celebrate Christmas." Reggie Miller spread his hands helplessly.

"Don't worry too much. After all, there is only half the game left and the Supersonics are still ten points behind. Mo is not a god, and Wade is not weak either." Kenny Smith comforted the audience and himself.

Enjoying the love and cheers from the fans, Wade showed a long-lost smile on his face.

"There are 1 minute and 47 seconds left. Enjoy it. This is your last lead time tonight."

Mo Wen, who was passing by, left his last kindness.

Wade raised his eyebrows and didn't care.

Ha, the final lead, who are you trying to scare?
Turning the tables in 2 minutes, he scored 10 points. Did he really think of them as wooden stakes?
If you have this idea, please speak up first. If you can do it, I will retire from the Heat and become your full-time little brother!
Dong·dong·dong··dong···dong·
If there wasn't the sound of the rebound, watching Mo Wen dribbling the ball, one would think the basketball was stuck to his hands.

Signaling to his teammates to prepare to rush for the rebound, Mo Wen noticed that Wade was ready to steal the ball again, so he pretended to push the ball to create a flaw, and when Wade leaned forward, he directly grabbed the ball and dunked it, then jumped sideways and fired a sniper shot.

Swah——

Hit the bullseye, ten rings!
Wade, who was just immersed in complacency, woke up.

After all, Mo Wen is now at the top of the scoring list and is no longer the selfless and reasonable assist king.

Wade made a baseline three-pointer gesture to Finley and Tim Thomas who were substituted in.

Mo Wen said he wanted to catch up, but he insisted on maintaining the score difference before halftime.

O'Neal passed the ball to Cassell.

Seeing Mo Wen pressing towards him, Cassell subconsciously switched to conservative dribbling.

After all, Cassell has been a championship point guard and is one of the top three point guards in the league. If he doesn't dare to dribble the ball when Mo Wen presses on him, that would be too embarrassing.

Fortunately, Mo Wen didn't seem to have any intention of bullying his old comrade. He just stood in front of him to stop him from advancing quickly, and even his usual little tricks disappeared.

Not to mention, when I occasionally glanced at him, Mo Wen in front of me also had a kind face... huh?

Just when Cassell was distracted by his teammates, Mo Wen rushed forward directly.

Cassell's rhythm was disrupted, but after all, he is a veteran point guard with 15 years of experience. His muscle memory was triggered, and he smoothly protected the ball with his back to the basket.

At this moment, basketball was like Cassell's son, and he protected it firmly under his wings.

Son? Then I'll lend you my son's head...

Just like Cao Cao killed the granary official Wang Hu, Mo Wen did not give Cassel a chance to resist.

His hands are bigger than Cassell's, he is stronger than Cassell, and he is more handsome than Cassell, so the ball should be his.

Cassell: The bad guy from the East took advantage of me because I was old and weak, and openly took the ball into the basket. My lips were dry and my mouth was parched, so I couldn't cry out. I came back and leaned against the rack and sighed.

Wade was still waiting for Cassell to pass the ball, but when he turned his head, he saw Mo Wen's 270-degree turn and crotch-changing dunk. GIF
Wade stared at the slightly hunched Cassell in astonishment. It’s not Old Deng, so you gave it to him?
Cassel: I didn't give it to him, but he insisted.

Wade: You give it to him if he asks for it?

Cassell: He is so strong~
The double-digit score difference was cut in half in the blink of an eye. Wade gritted his teeth and thought that it was better to rely on himself than to rely on others.

It’s just Mo Wen!

Wade dribbled the ball very carefully all the way forward. If his breakthrough was blocked, he would call for a pick-and-roll. If he failed to shake off Mo Wen once, he would call again.

After blocking all the way from the low post on the left to the elbow area on the right, Wade finally found an opportunity, and this position is his sweet spot.

What is the dessert area? The saliva that comes out of this area is sweet.

What I mean is that Finley is worthy of being an old comrade, the quality of his cover is really good.

Without Mo Wen's figure in his field of vision, Wade shot this ball with ease and confidence.

Snapped!
Just before Wade reached the highest point to shoot, a shadow covered the sky and the basketball was confiscated.

The sound of the wind behind him seemed to whisper - Don’t I know that this is your dessert area?
Wade lost control and fell on his butt, looking a little dazed.

Am I... being covered in a hat?

"This is the most inhumane block this year, even more cruel than Mo's steal from Cassell just now. I hope Dwyane doesn't look up at the replay, otherwise he will have a nightmare tonight." Barkley shouted exaggeratedly in the studio with one hand covering his eyes.

After successfully catching the block, he tried to make a fast break three-pointer, but unfortunately it was a little off. When Mo Wen received the long rebound, Haslem had already rushed over.

Mo Wen knew that Haslem had a habit of being impatient and blocking out positions, so he decisively slowed down his pace to Kyle Bigne's, took three slow steps to pass the ball, and finally, with the help of Haslem's push to grab position, he faded away and shot the ball.

beep--

There is an additional penalty for hitting the target!

Wade was really confused this time. Not even a minute had passed on the court, so how come the score difference of 1 points was reduced to only 11 points?

What went wrong?
Mo Wen didn't talk trash to him, he just pointed to the time on the timer.

Dafan couldn't help but call a timeout.

When Wade yelled at Mo Wen after his dunk just now, he knew that something bad was going to happen. Sure enough... he should have taken out his resignation letter and resigned while they were still leading by 10 points.

But the short long timeout did not allow the Heat to find a way to curb the current state of Mo Wen.

Da Fan could only ask his players to double-team Mo Wen for a while.

This recipe may not be effective, but when Mo Wen exploded with the Heat, the opposing coaches generally prescribed it this way.

Considering that Wade's mentality might be a little bit exploded at this time, Big Van also thoughtfully arranged an inside tactic.

If you can't find a breakthrough, hit O'Neal first.

This tactic may not be effective, but this is how Mo Wen played when he was in the Heat.

Da Fan's idea was correct, but he overlooked an important issue. After killing the general and capturing the flag, the morale of his own soldiers would be significantly boosted in a short period of time.

The Heat's tactics worked, but Tyson and Milicic also held off O'Neal.

With no way to go forward, O'Neal could only pass the ball to Tim Thomas on the outside.

Tim Thomas' jump shot missed, and Tyson roared and took the ball into his arms.

Wade didn't dare to be negligent and kept clinging to Mo Wen, not wanting him to take the ball again.

But men are like sand. The more you entangle them, the harder it is to catch them.

Wade's deformed defensive operation undoubtedly gave Mo Wen more room to operate. Seeing that other Heat players also followed suit to defend, Mo Wen, who aimed to catch up with the points, did not hesitate to take a shot. After two fake moves, he passed the ball to Milicic.

Unfortunately, Milicic continued his bad touch, and the ball hit the backboard and was about to fall from the front.

But then a familiar figure rushed out and pointed at him.

call--

The basketball falls into the pocket again.

Only 1 point left!

"Fuck, why didn't you stop him!" O'Neal, who rushed back, couldn't help but curse.

Wade patted his head and forced himself to calm down.

They still have 28 seconds, and if they stay calm and play well, they can still maintain their lead.

In turn, the Heat, with Van Van Gundy shouting, deployed the classic formation of legendary coach Dean Smith - square possession (four-corner possession offensive tactics).

This formation is similar to Mourinho's bus tactics in the next door football world.

The biggest advantage is that it is easy to procrastinate.

After 20 seconds, Cassell stood up at the critical moment, seized the opportunity and made a layup, widening the score difference to 3 points again.

There was no time to celebrate, the Heat players followed the Supersonics players and ran madly towards their own baskets.

Wade still stuck to Mo Wen and didn't distance himself from him.

Just like Mo Wen knew that he would shoot in the sweet spot, he also knew exactly what this bastard would do in this situation.

A super long three-pointer, and it had to be shot at the buzzer on the Heat logo——

It's just like those cheesy Hollywood scripts. Even though the script is very old-fashioned, the audience still can't help but climax when they see the climax.

Wade felt his hands were burning, and the pleasure of repaying the loan with an eye for an eye inspired him. This was his territory, so he would not allow Mo Wen to pretend to be a beta!
Just when everyone's focus was on Mo Wen, Mo Wen snapped his fingers as if intentionally or unintentionally.

Sure enough, Mo Wen stopped at the Heat logo, and Wade, who thought he had seen the script, suppressed the smile on his face.

Come on, come on, come on...

Don't be unlucky, you're still praying to the Buddha, you will definitely vote, I have seen through you! I-see-you!

Watching Mo Wen's fake worship of Buddha, Wade's legs were already filled with strength.

When Mo Wen made the motion of raising the ball, he finally couldn't help but jump up.

But when Wade's eyes moved up to Mo Wen's face, he saw a mocking smile on his lips.

Under Wade's horrified gaze, Mo Wen changed his shot into a push, and no one knew where the ball was flying to, a killer was lying in ambush.

All the Heat players were gathered not far from Mo Wen, so they could only watch Ray Allen calmly catch the ball at the corner of the three-point line, turn around, and shoot the ball in a textbook posture before the red light came on.

drop--

Swah——

"It's true that this is your turf, Dwyane, but have you forgotten that I have never lost on this court - whether at home or away - whether in the regular season or in the playoffs."

Looking at the wooden Wade, Mo Wen suddenly understood something.

[Everything in the world is under my control. I command everything to be done. Who dares not to obey? Do you think my sword is sharp? ]

The Grand Master never deceived me.

　Yesterday + Today
　　
　
(End of this chapter)