NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 214 Anthony dares to shoot, why don’t you dare, James?

"Following eight points after five minutes, are you ready to throw your hands up in surrender?!"

Anyway, the two of them have a falling out, and Spoelstra is not going to save face for James.

"What are you afraid of? I can fight back in three rounds."

James acted indifferent, and even Wade couldn't stand it anymore.

He had no choice but to give Spoelstra a wink, indicating that he should deal with James.

In order to save face for both parties, he could not directly raise objections at this moment. Not only would James become rebellious, but Spoelstra would also continue to be questioned, which would also affect his authority in the hearts of others.

He put his arm around James' shoulders and whispered something.

Spoelstra saw James stunned at first, then he smiled and nodded.

Then he reluctantly agreed.

"We'll play as a team later. I was too independent just now. Sorry, everyone."

Spoelstra was a little surprised, and he didn't know what Wade said to him to make him change so quickly, but since James was not so stubborn anymore, everything would be easy.

Sibo's complexion also improved a lot, and his tone softened.

"Okay, in that case, let me use this last moment to plan the next tactics."

While drawing the tactics, he watched everyone's reactions.

When he found that James also looked very focused, Spoelstra gradually felt relieved.

After the timeout, Spoelstra looked at James who was preparing to receive the ball on the court, and a sense of anticipation gradually arose in his heart.

Since you listened so carefully just now, James must be able to understand my tactics with his brain.

Let me see how you execute it!
On the court, after James received the ball from the outside, he made a gesture under Spoelstra's expectant gaze.

He stretched out his left hand and pointed at the ground diagonally in front of his body.

He was still saying something in the direction of the restricted area.

The next moment, Haslem immediately trotted forward and stood beside Anthony.

James took advantage of the screen to break through, drove straight into the empty basket and performed his signature tomahawk dunk.

After landing, he showed off his biceps and patted his muscle peaks vigorously to show his strength.

Most of the Heat fans at the scene didn't know what tactics were involved, nor did they know their original style of play. They were just excited when they saw their star player give them such a wonderful dunk.

There was a burst of cheers in the venue.

After hearing the enthusiasm ignited by him, James felt even more arrogant in his heart.

He stared at Anthony, winked provocatively, and turned back to defend.

What he didn't notice was that Spoelstra on the sidelines had a frighteningly dark face at this moment.

"Fuck...this guy, I thought he listened to me, but why did he still fight according to his own ideas?"

Siba said through gritted teeth.

The assistant coach beside him was also shocked when he heard what Spo said, and quickly whispered in his ear,
"Calm down, coach. Everything will be fine if we score a goal. After all, isn't the purpose of our tactics to score?"

Although the assistant coach said this, it still couldn't calm Spoelstra's anger.

After all, what James did was tantamount to a complete challenge to his authority as a coach.

And they had already had a lot of rifts between them before this.

Just as he was about to explode, the teaching assistant continued,
"Moreover, if we show it, it will be easy for the opponent to see our problems, and then they will target us, which will be detrimental to our promotion!"

These words finally calmed Spo down.

His temples throbbed, and then he said helplessly,

"Okay, as long as we can win the game."

Seeing that Spoelstra was stabilized by him, the assistant coach breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I couldn't help but sigh repeatedly in my heart.

This team is too difficult to deal with this year.

The biggest players and coaches are at odds, and there are supporters on both sides.

But we made it to the playoffs and it's just a stalemate.

The two of them created a very strange atmosphere in the team.

If there weren't a lot of people mediating, the Heat would probably have disbanded by the middle of the season, and it wouldn't have dragged on to this point.

Damn! Fortunately, the contract ends this season. After this year, no matter how the game results are, even if we win the championship, we have to run away! It's too depressing to stay in this team!
The assistant coach also made up his mind, and then glanced at Spo who was lost in thought beside him, and felt sympathy.

As for this poor rookie coach, just have to enjoy a love-hate relationship with last season’s MVP!

At this time, Spoelstra had no idea what was going on in the mind of the assistant coach next to him.

At this moment, he was staring at James, who had just defended Anthony's mid-range shot, then launched a fast break, caught Wade's long pass, dunked the ball again, and roared on the ground. Listening to the cheers of the fans around him, he thought viciously in his heart, since he didn't listen to my command and let his inner thoughts run wild, he also hoped that James could lead the team to victory in this way.

If I can’t win... hehe.

Spoelstra is ready to go to Riley to file a complaint again!

On the court, watching James dunk and score, Wade stepped forward and gave him a high five when the opponent was returning to defense.

Looking at the score, after two consecutive dunks, the score difference was narrowed to 4 points.

The Knicks also started to get nervous and played less casually.

But Wade still has some concerns.

After all, this was not the way Spoelstra planned to play during the timeout.

He whispered to James,

"LeBron, you played very well, but you didn't follow the coach's instructions for two consecutive shots."

"Arrangement? Isn't the purpose of arrangement to score points? Since I can score goals, why should I care about the team's tactical arrangement!"

"Besides, does Spoelstra know basketball as well as I do?!"

James waved his hand and didn't take Wade's words to heart at all.

Wade wanted to say something, but James' tone immediately turned cold.
"Dwayne, didn't we agree that I'm the boss? Why are you questioning me like that rookie coach?"

What tone is this?
Wade was startled, and before he could react, James pushed him again, and said in a gentle tone,

"Go defend quickly, be careful not to miss JR, he is very accurate in three-point shooting."

Wade had to put aside his excessive thoughts for the time being, quickly ran to the three-point line, and defended JR, thus ruining the opponent's chance to receive the ball and shoot a three-pointer.

In the second half of the first quarter, James continued to play according to his own ideas.

On the court, he serves as the team's brain, directing everyone's movement, while he switches back and forth between his own offense and passing to his teammates.

For a while, the game was quite intense with the Knicks.

Although Wade was also very focused on the game, every time he was in a dead ball or free throw period, he couldn't help but think of the attitude James had when he spoke to him just now.

That contemptuous, condescending tone. "Fuck!"

Wade couldn't help but curse, which made JR, who was being defended by him, stunned for a while. He thought he had done something and was suddenly cursed.

This sentence for no reason also made JR angry, and he shouted at the starting point guard Raymond Felton who was dribbling across half court,
"Pass it to me, I want to beat this guy one-on-one!"

JR had a good touch today, making 4 of 2 shots in the first quarter, and he had been performing well before that. Facing JR's request for the ball, Felton did not hesitate too much. He passed the ball on the ground and pulled aside to create space for JR Smith's offense.

"Fak, I don't know why you scold me, but since that's the case, I have no choice but to respond with a goal."

After JR received the ball, he pulled behind him and looked at Wade with a determined look in his eyes, his expression was very cold.

Wade came back to his senses after hearing what JR said.

He was not focused on defense just now, but his thoughts were still a little scattered. Facing JR's questioning, Wade himself was also confused, but he was not prepared to explain.

Instead, after seeing JR's move, he immediately started defending seriously, and at the same time, he quickly started to utter trash words.
"Respond to me? Let's not talk about your peak period. If it was last year, I was defending you while your shooting rate was 3% and I was also beating you on the offensive end, kid."

"Then you'll live in the past forever, Lao Deng!"

JR stopped talking nonsense and dribbled several times in a row, trying to bypass Wade's defense.

But who is Wade? He is the third best player in history and his defensive level is just as good as his offensive level.

Although he has declined, he can still easily keep up with the overwhelming dribbling in front of him.

Seeing that he couldn't rely on rhythm to break through this experienced defender, JR glanced at Wade's leg wearing knee pads and suddenly came up with an idea.

He suddenly pulled the ball and then changed direction again.

Wade saw through JR's movements, but when he was trying to catch up, he suddenly felt his previously injured knee tighten, and then he was half a beat slower.

In just a split second, JR had passed him by and entered the basket.

Then he used his explosive physical fitness to perform a windmill dunk and dunk the ball into the basket.

Wade, on the other hand, could only stand there and helplessly watch JR perform this set of moves until he finished the shot and fell to the ground.

At the end of the first quarter, the Knicks led by 2 points.

Back on the bench, Wade felt pain.

Damn it...if it wasn't for that collision at the end of last year's finals...

He touched his knee with the knee brace on and couldn't stop feeling regretful and felt that he was unlucky.

At that time, if I had been more careful, I wouldn't have been hit.

Moreover, Old Fish, who is older than me, has no problem at all, but I am in such a state that I have to undergo surgery.

Moreover, the decline in athletic performance this season is so severe that it is visible to the naked eye.

During the intermission, James sat next to Wade to relax and poked Wade again.

When Wade turned his head, he said with a smile,

"See, it's not a big problem for me to lead the offense. From being eight points behind to now, the difference is only one goal."

Wade nodded slightly, not wanting to pay too much attention to the other party.

He still remembered the look on James' face when he said that he was the boss of the team.

Even though more than ten minutes had passed, Wade still felt uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was asking for trouble, James spread his hands and then took out a banana from the supply area to eat to replenish his energy.

In the second quarter, the two teams were still evenly matched. Since James successfully responded to Anthony in the first quarter, he played more and more like a fish in water.

With the momentum of the home court, the Heat suppressed Anthony who scored consecutively at the beginning and scored 17 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists in the first half. The Heat temporarily led by 6 points.

This made him even more arrogant. During the halftime break, he even walked up to Spoelstra and scratched his eyes.

The way he looked was like he was announcing to all members of the Heat team that his way of playing was right.

The rookie coach next to him is just a guy who talks big on paper and can just be a puppet.

Sibo had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it and do his own thing.

The second half of the game started quickly, and James stretched his body and walked onto the court confidently.

In his mind, as long as he could maintain the lead, he could easily win the game with his ability to control the game.

After all, the Knicks were swept by him last season.

It's nothing to him.

But just as he was thinking this, someone he had never imagined suddenly stood up on the Knicks.

Tyson Chandler.

He announced his explosion with a dunk.

In this quarter, he frequently attacked Bosh and had his way with him.

The Knicks scored 14 points in a single quarter, allowing them to overtake their opponents again at the end of the quarter and enter the fourth quarter with a 4-point advantage.

Although the score was behind and Chandler's outburst was very sudden, James did not show too much irritation.

Having played on the same team with Bosh for three years, he has long been accustomed to the opponent's not-so-strong center performing far beyond his own level.

Even if the opponent is not good at offense, this situation is unexpected but reasonable for James.

But he is still confident that he can lead the team to defeat the opponent and advance in 6 games.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, he immediately chose a difficult breakthrough layup, and forced a goal despite Chandler's defense and Anthony's pulling, continuing to demonstrate his unparalleled strength and unfathomable physical strength.

"It's already 30 minutes..."

James was mumbling to himself quietly. Anthony was curious about what he was saying, so he moved closer to hear clearly.

Anthony laughed. He didn't expect that this guy cared so much about statistics that he was even calculating his own score at this moment.

"I can't compare..."

After knowing that his opponent was this kind of person, Anthony's desire to win became stronger. He didn't want to lose to someone who only cared about data.

After Chandler carried the third quarter, Anthony also began to shoulder the burden of being the leader of his own team and increased the proportion of his shots.

Until the last three minutes of the fourth quarter, the two teams were still tied.

The score is 99:99.

At this time, the Heat had not scored for 2 minutes, allowing Anthony to tie the score with three consecutive goals.

At this moment, James was holding the ball outside the three-point line, facing Anthony's defense.

All the fans in the stadium were staring at the two of them, expecting James to use his abilities to break the ice for the team.

At this moment, James moved. He suddenly released the ball, then immediately broke through and came to the free throw line.

Chandler in the interior is waiting for him to challenge himself.

And in full view of everyone, James threw the basketball directly to the bottom corner where there was also someone defending.

There, is the top three-point killer Ray Allen!

(End of this chapter)