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Chapter 161: Relay! Westbrook continues to put pressure on the team, and the second game turns into a tragedy again (15)

At the end of the first half, the Thunder team did not celebrate because of their big lead.

Lin Chuan was not excited about breaking the record by making 9 three-pointers in a single quarter and scoring 30 points in a single quarter.

Instead, he hurried into the player tunnel.

In the medical room, Lin Chuan found the team doctor.

"What do you mean? Is Kevin's injury serious?"

The team doctor shook his head.

"The test results haven't come out yet, let's wait a little longer."

Hearing this, Lin Chuan's heart was in suspense.

Keep hanging.

You know, this is already the 80th game of the season.

After two more games, the regular season will be over.

They are about to enter the playoffs and face a real tough battle!

At this critical moment, if a key figure in the team is injured.

It’s hard to say about the playoff journey.

"Damn LeBron James."

Lin Chuan turned around and left the medical room angrily.

As soon as I went out, I happened to run into Westbrook again.

Seeing the worried look on his face, Lin Chuan knew that his purpose should be the same as his.

"What do you mean? Lin Chuan?"

Lin Chuan shook his head. Westbrook was shocked, but the following words made him feel better.
"The doctor said the results haven't come out yet. We may have to wait until the game is over to see what's going on."

"You're so scared, Lin Chuan. Don't do that heavy breathing action."

Westbrook was speechless.

When he saw Lin Chuan shaking his head just now, he was almost scared to death and thought Durant was really seriously injured.

It turns out that the results haven’t come out yet.

"We should win the game by a large margin today as well."

“But it doesn’t feel satisfying at all.”

Westbrook nodded, looking unhappy.

"They hurt Durant, and winning by 20 points was too lenient for them."

"Yes."

Lin Chuan agreed.
"We beat them by 60 points in the last Christmas game."

"I think that was the fifth-largest score difference in NBA history."

"Right, so what do you mean this time?"

"Yes! Just go after the biggest one among them!"

Lin Chuan clenched his fist and said viciously,

"The biggest point difference in history is now 68 points! So you know! In this game, we beat them by 70 points in their home court, with the national broadcast live!"

Westbrook was a little shocked and even forgot to be angry with Lin Chuan.

"70 points? We have to beat them by 37 points in the second half? Can we really do that?"

Lin Chuan nodded,

"Of course, their team's two starters are gone, so it's not that difficult."

"Or do you lack confidence?"

Westbrook immediately refuted.

"How is that possible! I'm just afraid that garbage time will come too early. There's no way I can play like this."

Lin Chuan smiled mysteriously.
"It's okay, I have a solution."

The second half of the game started again.

There was still enough time left in the game, and the Heat did not give up even though they were trailing by a large margin.

On the court, Bosh, Wade, Ray Allen and others were still standing there and insisting on playing.

The Thunder took the lead in attacking.

Lin Chuan dribbled across half court and directed his teammates to start running tactics.

Seeing Ibaka create an open space for Kevin Martin, Lin Chuan passed the ball without hesitation.

The basketball turned into a flash of lightning and instantly appeared in the hands of Martin who was ready to shoot.

He placed the basketball at his waist and shot it out again like a gun!
"Shh!"

Another shot from mid-range!
Lin Chuan also got his 10th assist of the game.

In the third quarter of the 40th regular season game, Lin Chuan once again achieved a triple-double. This was also his th triple-double this season.

There is only one game left to break Oscar Robertson's record.

But Lin Chuan didn't care about this insignificant record at all, but instead directed his teammates to defend against the Heat's attack.

And their offense was indeed blocked by the Thunder's united defense.

It's the Thunder's offensive turn again.

Lin Chuan once again turned into a ball-distributing machine.

Stuffed it into Reggie Jackson's hands.

He broke through from the baseline to the inside and successfully made a layup.

Spoelstra's expression on the sidelines suddenly became a little bad.

Now he would rather Lin Chuan fight alone.

Because of this performance, it is obvious that Lin Chuan is deliberately cultivating his teammates' feel.

This is to ensure that after he leaves the court, other players can continue to output to the Heat team and widen the huge score gap again.

It seems that the person who came today has bad intentions...

Spoelstra paced the sidelines, unable to come up with a solution.

If I were to double-team him, the others would have a better chance and it would be easier for them to get into the groove.

"Fark, what a monster player!"

Back on the field.

Three more minutes passed in the third quarter.

The current score difference has been reduced to 45 points by Lin Chuan.

The current score is 94:49.

Just as Siba was holding his head in pain and trying to find a solution, he suddenly discovered.

On the court, after Westbrook caused a foul and made a free throw, Lin Chuan actually left the court and was replaced by a substitute.

"It looks like that's the end of it."

Sibo was suddenly touched.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chuan was quite kind and did not kill them all.

"Forget it, it's all James' fault for being so aggressive, otherwise the game wouldn't have turned out like this..."

Sibo sat back in his seat and said to the assistant coach beside him,

"Send in the substitutes later, the game is almost over."

On the court, Lin Chuan left the court, but Westbrook remained on the court.

Facing the weak Heat team, Westbrook changed direction and rushed into the inside.

The Heat's center under the basket is Birdman Anderson, their new signing of the New Year.

A power forward's size is simply not enough to stop Westbrook's fierce bombardment.

"boom!"

He was standing under the basket with his hands outstretched, but was ruthlessly dunked on by Westbrook.

It also resulted in additional penalties!
The free throw was easily made and Westbrook punched hard to celebrate.

He glanced at the scoreboard and the glaring score made him feel painful.

This was a home game, in front of the Heat fans, and they were beaten like this by their opponents.

This feeling is really painful.

Wade wanted to fight back to narrow the score gap.

He ran to his own basket with a determined look on his face, and shouted to Birdman Anderson who got the ball at the baseline,

"Give me the ball!"

"Beep!"

pause?

Wade had just received the ball and had no time to run when he heard the shrill whistle.

He looked at his own bench, and Spoelstra made a gesture to him, indicating that it was he who called the timeout.

"Forget it, Wade. The score difference is too big. Let's not play this game."

Spoelstra shook his head at Wade, signaling him to give up the game.

Wade's breath suddenly deflated.

He sighed and dropped the basketball he was holding tightly in his hand to the ground.

Then he lowered his head and walked towards the bench.

"With such a low mentality, how can we fight for the championship..."

(End of this chapter)