NBA: Back to 97, to be the Jagged Bishop

Chapter 41
Kumbu's heart began to twitch.

The good news is that the point difference is only the last three points, and a three-pointer can drag the game into overtime.

The bad news is that the Bulls have the ball next, and there are only 13 seconds left in the game.

Now there is only one way in front of the Raptors, and that is foul tactics.

The game has already entered the last 2 minutes. According to the rules, if there is a foul on someone without the ball at this time, the Bulls will get two free throws and one throw.

That's two free throws plus possession.

Therefore, you must not foul people without the ball. The only person who can be sent to the free throw line is Jordan with the ball.

"foul!"

"foul!"

Kumbu yelled at the field, McGrady understood, stepped forward and hugged Jordan who was holding the ball, and then the referee blew his whistle.

"You are just wasting your time, you are destined not to win the game."

"Boy, you don't really think you can be the savior?"

Jordan stood on the free throw line and looked at McGrady with a faint smile.

Faced with Jordan's trash talk tonight, Tracy McGrady has never retaliated, but this time he couldn't help it.

"Michael, I don't know if I can be the savior tonight."

"But I know, when you were as young as me, you were just a loser shivering at the feet of the Pistons."

McGrady's words were not vicious, and directly pierced Jordan's lung tube.

Jordan's face was covered with blue veins because of anger. What a detached position he has been in the league these years, when was he humiliated by a rookie like this.

"Shh!"

"boom!"

Two free throws, one free throw and one hit, Jordan's free throws were affected.

The point difference has been pulled back to four points, and the situation is still extremely unfavorable for the Raptors.

Kong Bu stood on the sidelines and paced anxiously. In his mind, he prayed to the Buddha Avalokitesvara and Jade Emperor Sun Wukong, hoping that they would show their spirits and help the Raptors.

Just as he was praying, Tracy McGrady had already reached the frontcourt.

It's still a three-pointer, but how can Jordan, who is already furious, let him continue to succeed.

Jordan made a big defensive move on this ball, hitting McGrady in mid-air, and the referee's whistle sounded.

Defensive foul outside the three-point line, three free throws!
McGrady took a deep breath, like an old monk in meditation, completely ignoring Jordan's chattering trash talk.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

All three free throws were made.

In less than 1 minute, the ten-point difference has been pulled back to only one point left!
McGrady scored three three-pointers in a row, plus three free throws, scoring twelve points.

Even if tonight's game is still a failure, McGrady's performance is enough to become a classic.

The atmosphere in the entire arena was so serious that water could be squeezed out. Everyone held their breath. Whether they could witness the birth of the miracle with their own eyes depended on the last seven seconds.

Old Thomas rubbed his hands nervously. He swore that even in the finals when he was a player, he was not as nervous as he is now.

The Bulls had the ball, and Harper gave Pippen the baseline serve.

Kumbu's heart skipped a beat, and Pippen jumped up to catch the ball before even hitting the ground, and threw the ball in mid-air to Jordan, who was in the frontcourt.

The ball was thrown for a long distance, and when the ball reached Jordan's hands, the game time passed a few seconds.

If it were an ordinary game, Jordan might not make any more shots at this point in time.

After all, they have the ball in their hands and are one point ahead. As long as the timer goes to zero, they are the winners.

But what McGrady said just now deeply stimulated him.

After he received the ball, seeing that McGrady was about to come up and make a foul, he immediately made a three-pointer.

After being shot by McGrady for several consecutive pull-up three-pointers, Jordan also wanted to get back on the field.

But he didn't know what a painful price his willful behavior cost the Bulls.

"boom."

Three-pointers are not Jordan's strong point, and this goal was not scored.

Xiao Ao desperately defended the defensive rebound under the basket.

Kong Bu on the sidelines didn't dare to delay, and quickly used the last short timeout in his hand.

With only two seconds left on the counter, this is their only chance for the Raptors to win.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and relax."

Tracy McGrady sat on the bench and Combe rubbed his shoulder.

"In the last two seconds, we were able to serve from the touchline."

"Tracey, the last attack is up to you, let's shoot a three-pointer."

"Mashburn, Snow, you two do the pick-and-roll, and be careful not to move, so as not to be called an illegal screen."

Comb still gave the ball to McGrady, and he firmly believed that McGrady's hot touch would definitely lead the Raptors to victory.

The short timeout ended and players from both sides returned to the court.

Because the point difference is only one point away, Zen Master is probably worried that the Raptors will score two points this round, so let the defense try to compress it as much as possible within the three-point line.

This is a very reasonable and ordinary defensive arrangement.

It's a pity that he ran into Kumbu who didn't take the usual way. The Raptors didn't mean to shoot two points at all.

There are only two seconds left in the game, and there are too many variables when the ball is passed within the three-point line.

It's better to continue to win, they are now only one step away from winning a motorcycle.

Xiao Ao stood on the sidelines and prepared to serve.

Wu Sheng has been running without the ball, wanting to see if he can hit the Universiade.

In case of being fouled by a Bulls player at this point in time, it would be nice to get two free throws.

The moment Xiao Ao hit the ball, Snow and Mashburn stood still, and McGrady caught the ball in the air.

The moment it landed, McGrady's amazing bullet speed played an important role, and he made a three-point shot with light speed.

The moment the basketball flew out, the whistle sounded over the arena for the end of the game.

Everyone turned their eyes to the basket and held their breath.

"boom!"

The basketball hit the rim and bounced high.

Kong Bu became worried, did he still fail?
Just as the thought arises, the basketball falls in a straight line and then begins to circle around the hoop.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

Kong Bu was about to suffocate, and a fine layer of cold sweat emerged from his back.

I don't know how many times I turned, I only heard a muffled pop, and the basketball got into the net.

Go in!

A three-pointer at the buzzer!

The Toronto Raptors changed their fate against the sky in the last minute. They were 1 points behind, but when the final whistle sounded, they overtook by [-] points!
The scene was boiling, and countless people were chanting McGrady's name.

In exactly 1 minute, Tracy McGrady scored [-] points and led the team to defeat the mighty Bulls. Tonight he is the hero of Toronto.

Kumbu was ecstatic, and hugged McGrady towards the court.

"I knew it, I knew you could do it!"

"Good job, this is Tracy McGrady in my mind!"

"Enjoy the cheers from the audience, you are the protagonist tonight."

McGrady's body trembled, which was caused by the secretion of adrenaline. He hugged Kong Bu fiercely, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Coach, thank you for not giving up on me."

"Thank you for always trusting me."

McGrady said that his eyes were red, and now he can finally understand the scene of crying after the Olympiad.

If it wasn't for Kong Bu, he would still be dawdling around now.

How could it be possible to enjoy this overwhelming tsunami-like cheers?
In just one night, McGrady felt that he had grown up and was able to understand Kumbu's previous good intentions.

"Stop talking about these nasty words and go enjoy your night."

Comb patted McGrady on the shoulder, walked off the court, and walked towards Thomas Sr.

Old Thomas was as excited as if he had gone epileptic. The audience around him, no matter men, women or children, hugged them one by one and shouted wildly.

This victory is so exciting, it really marks the rise of the Raptors.

Before winning the Bulls, some people still think that this is the luck of the Raptors. Maybe they will show their original shape in the second half of the season.

Now that even the invincible Bulls have won, who would dare to say that the Raptors won by luck.

"Dear Kong, congratulations on keeping your coach position."

After seeing Combe, Old Thomas remembered the previous bet and made a joke.

With a malicious smile on his face, Kongbu replied, "Mr. Thomas, maybe it's time for us to talk about salary increases."

"Don't you think my salary is ridiculously low?"

That's right, as soon as he won the game, the first thought that popped into Combe's mind was to ask Thomas for a raise.

With 110 million US dollars a year and 70 in hand, considering the current record of the Raptors, Combe feels as if he is doing charity.

(End of this chapter)