king of defenders

Chapter 837 Do Your Best and Leave No Regrets

USA, Miami.

American Airlines Arena, the game has reached the third quarter.

At this time, halfway through the third quarter, Meng Yun still stayed on the court, but his speed was no longer as fast as in the first half, and his shooting percentage began to decline.

"Hehe." Kidd smiled.

Here, Craig, Rostern, and the Heat players sitting on the bench are all frowning. It is obvious that Meng Yun's physical energy consumption is too great, and his state has begun to decline.

Spoelstra glanced at the scoreboard. The score was 76:72, and he was 4 points behind.

"Alas" Spoelstra sighed, even if Meng Yun had achieved the ultimate, he could barely hold on to the score and failed to gain the lead despite the huge consumption.

In fact, when entering the second half, the Heat have been behind.

At this time, 7 minutes into the third quarter, Meng Yun failed to make a three-pointer, the basketball bounced out of the basket, the Bucks counterattacked, passed the ball to Brogdon after a few passes, and Brogdon broke through The basket was pulled down by Salingola.

The referee blows his whistle, points at Sullinger, calls a foul, and shows Sullinger to the free-throw line for two free throws.

Brogdon made two free throws and the score was 6 points behind. Spoelstra requested a timeout: "Meng Yun, you come down and rest, Lu Wei."

Meng Yun returned to the bench silently. Someone handed him a towel. Meng Yun nodded and took it to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but just after taking the towel away, his forehead was wet again with sweat. To control the sweat, let the sweat face lowered, fall to the floor, scattered into tiny sprays.

A hand fell on Meng Yun's shoulder, and Wade's voice came: "Thank you."

Meng Yun shook his head: "It's okay, I'll recover after a short rest."

Wade smiled, very unwilling, he couldn't play when the team needed it most, all the pressure fell on Meng Yun alone, he was only 22 years old!

This is unfair to Meng Yun.

However, the NBA has never been fair. It is the same for every team and every player. Injuries, trades, and teamwork. Here the weak prey on the strong, and strength is respected. Everything is only for the championship.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, Antetokounmpo let go of the basket with both hands, and beat his chest after landing, the muscles on his arms were knotted, he was roaring, and his face was ferocious.

This is an empty dunk, and the point difference is further expanded.

Meng Yun just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He didn't even talk to Wade, but closed his eyes. The most important thing for him now is to seize the time to recover his physical fitness and face the fourth quarter.

Seeing that Meng Yun closed his eyes, Wade stopped talking, and signaled others not to disturb Meng Yun with his eyes. Everyone understood, and felt uncomfortable and aggrieved.

On the court, the Heat fell into a disadvantage, and the point difference was getting bigger and bigger, and it was quickly pulled to more than ten points. Spoelstra's face was sinking, and he glanced at Meng Yun, but did not change.

Just play like this, or the suspense will be completely lost in the third quarter. If you can withstand it, let Meng Yun rest for a few minutes, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope in the fourth quarter later.

"Pull away."

Lu Wei made a gesture, and his teammates pulled away. He changed directions continuously, passed the defender and broke into the inside line, and jumped up to meet Antetokounmpo. The two collided in the air. Lu Wei was knocked into the air, but they still separated Throw the basketball.

boom!
Lu Wei fell, the basketball bounced on the rim, and staggered into it.

The referee raised two fingers to indicate that the goal was valid, and at the same time gave Antetokounmpo a foul. Lu Wei got up from the floor and walked to the free throw line, took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his butt, and made an extra penalty .

The home fans all looked at Lu Wei, did not cheer, but were all in awe. You must know that he is 30 years old, not a young guy, and confrontation is not his strong point. He relies more on his skills when playing. However, is it comfortable to fight against a young muscular man like Antetokounmpo?
Of course not, but that's what he did.

For what?
Just to score the ball, if possible, fight for a 2+1.

Because for the current Heat team, every goal and every point is very important. The point difference has been stretched to more than ten points, and it is about to lose control. Meng Yun is not on the court. Lu Wei knows that he must stand up and score. , Only in this way can we bite the point difference and bite the last glimmer of hope.

"It was a tough game."

"Yes."

Everyone can see clearly that the Heat are playing very hard and desperately.

The third quarter ended quickly, with a score difference of 9 points. With the efforts of Lu Wei and others, the score difference did not get out of control. They bit the score and kept it within [-] points.

Entering the fourth quarter, there are still a few substitutes on the field. Fortunately, the Bucks are also on the bench at this time, and their main force will stay in the last few minutes.

Both sides are substitutes. However, due to the lack of personnel and the unbalanced lineup, the Heat's substitute lineup is also in a semi-disabled state, unable to beat the Bucks.

The point difference widened to more than ten points.

"Coach." Meng Yun suddenly got up: "Let me go."

"I also ask to play." Lu Wei also stood up. He felt that today's game might be his hardest game in the past two years, but seeing Meng Yun's self-forgetfulness and no-nonsense attitude, he only felt that his chest was congested , There was a wave of blood surging in his chest, as if he had returned to his youth, when he was passionate but fearless.

Spoelstra frowned, and only played 3 minutes in the fourth quarter. At this time, it was too early for Meng Yun to go up. There are 9 minutes left. Can Meng Yun's physical fitness keep up?

And Lu Wei played for a long time in the third quarter just now, and he fought fiercely, which also consumed a lot of energy.

"Coach." Meng Yun said again: "We can't predict the result, but I hope to do my best so that at least there will be no regrets."

Spoelstra's heart shook, and he said, "Okay, Meng Yun, you go."

Lu Wei looked at Spoelstra eagerly, as did the other players, but Spoelstra didn't let go, he just let Meng Yun go, not Lu Wei and others.

Substitution.

Meng Yun returned to the court.

When Meng Yun came back, the morale of the Heat team immediately soared. Even they knew that Meng Yun had consumed a lot of energy and might not be as strong as in the first half. end.

"Brothers, attack!" Meng Yun shouted, launching an attack.

The Heat's counterattack is coming, everyone is working hard, especially Meng Yun, he knows that his physical energy is exhausted, he can already feel the exhaustion coming from his limbs, he is not sure if he can persist until the end, Can you keep your state until the end of the game.But at least the point difference is not too big at this time, and he can still fight with the 13-point point difference. He can't wait any longer. If the point difference widens further, then everything will become meaningless.

At that time, what's the point of him resting for two or three minutes?
(End of this chapter)