Anthony the Reborn

Chapter 101 A sword seals the throat
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"Defense!..."

The fans stood up and shouted in unison, the super high decibel echoed in the arena, and the momentum was huge.

Nowitzki leaned against Nene, and the German tank, which was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, stabilized its center of gravity at this time, turned around while relying on the punch, and slowly moved to the inside line by using the change in position.

Nene stretched her body and pushed Nowitzki hard.

With 5 seconds left in the attack time, Nowitzki advanced to the center position on the right, nearly two meters away from the basket, and it was here that he launched an attack.

First, he made a feint to the left, and then turned sharply to the right. After successfully attracting Nene's center of gravity to move, Nowitzki then turned sharply to the left.

When Nene saw Nowitzki's movements, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but fortunately, he had a steady foot, so he just pulled back his center of gravity and flew to interfere with Nowitzki.

Nowitzki was slightly surprised to see that Nene actually pulled back his body, but he didn't stop moving. After turning around, he leaned back and stood up on one foot.

The golden rooster is independent!

Nene immediately put on a bitter face.

Nowitzki flicked his wrist and the ball was released.

Nene can't interfere at all.

The ball crossed a high parabola, and then fell towards the net bag.

"Shh!"

With a crisp sound, Nowitzki scored two points!

"Pretty!"

Varel couldn't help shouting, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Dirk's trick is really popular in the league." Drexler also said with emotion.

The fans at the scene were dumbfounded. Nowitzki's ball was like a basin of cold water being poured on their heads.

"Quick! Advance halftime!" D'Antoni shouted desperately at this moment.

Bell picked up the ball and threw it to Anthony immediately, and Anthony dribbled forward at lightning speed.

The Mavericks players also retreated quickly.

Anthony advanced to half court and immediately called the Nuggets' final timeout.

With 7.3 seconds left in the game and the Nuggets trailing by 3 points, the Nuggets still have a chance to make an attack. If they make a goal, there is hope for overtime. If they don't make a goal, they will basically lose the game.

Nene walked down the court with a dejected expression on his face.

Anthony saw Nene's expression, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Hey, Nene, don't worry, your defense is already in place, and no one can defend that ball. We still have a chance .”

"Yeah." Nene nodded, but still looked in a bad mood.

"In the next round, Nene, Dikembe, and Gerald all go down, Wang and Kyle go up, Adre goes up, you guys come here, look here, wait a minute..."

D'Antoni then arranged tactics.

"The decisive shot, Dirk's shot, put all the pressure on the Nuggets. Don't think about their next round, the Mavericks will pounce outside. This shot is even harder than before." Rexler commented.

Varel nodded, and then began to conjecture: "I don't know who will shoot this ball, the most stable Kyle? Or Melo, the savior who has saved the Nuggets once?"

Before he finished speaking, a short 20-second pause came, and players from both sides returned to the field soon.

The Nuggets actually pushed Wang Zhizhi to the C position, and the other four were all outside. It can be said that they basically gave up the chance of offensive rebounds. It seemed that they were ready to fight to the death.

The Mavericks did not make personnel adjustments, and they are still the five players before the suspension.

Back from the timeout, the Nuggets' frontcourt sideline ball was served by Miller on the left wing.

Korver and Bell, the four players of the Nuggets are all nestled in the three-second zone.

"beep!"

With the whistle of the referee, the Nuggets players began to run out using the pick-and-roll between each other.

The first one to run out was Bell. He used Wang Zhizhi and Anthony's pick-and-roll to come out from the left quickly, but he raised his hands and ran away with a feint. Obviously this was a decoy.

The Mavericks were not fooled, only one player followed.

Following Korver who ran out, he also came out from the left.

Miller made a passing action at this time.

Korver is the player with the highest three-point shooting percentage of the Nuggets. The Mavericks are naturally aware of this, and two people rushed out immediately.

However, Miller suddenly recovered the ball and did not pass it out.

At this moment, Wang Zhizhi ran out from the bottom line.

The 5-second time to serve is almost up.

Miller saw the opportunity and slammed it.

The ball was in Wang Zhizhi's hands, and Nowitzki, who was defending him, was blocked by Anthony.

Wang Zhizhi made a shooting action immediately after receiving the ball, but at this moment, a figure quickly came from one side.

Michael Finley!

Finley was keenly aware of the Nuggets' offensive intentions. Neither Bell nor Korver followed him out. The moment Wang Zhizhi went out, he wisely let him out from the sideline without being blocked.

Seeing that Wang Zhizhi was about to shoot, a fiery look flashed in front of his eyes. Old Nelson yelled at him a lot during the pause before, and he wanted to make up for it now.

As soon as Wang Zhizhi made his shot, he saw Finley pounced towards him. A look of panic flashed in his eyes. After all, D'Antoni's arrangement made him startle when he took the last shot. Now Seeing Finley pounce on him again, he couldn't help hesitating, and the shot he made was retracted again, and his glasses aimed at the others.

Finley had already pounced.

"Vote!"

At this moment, Anthony under the basket yelled at Wang Zhizhi.

Hearing Anthony's roar, Wang Zhizhi trembled all over, a trace of determination suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was going all out.

Wang Zhizhi collected the ball and then threw it, but Finley's interference was a shot earlier.

And Wang Zhizhi's shooting is also slow.

Then by accident, Finley lay down on the gun...

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Finley hit Wang Zhizhi's hand.

Wang Zhizhi voted for three non-sticks.

The fans at the scene were in an uproar.

"beep!"

The referee's whistle was one step late.

The fans at the scene cheered, but the Mavericks players all rushed to the referee, raising questions one after another.

Old Nelson also walked quickly to the technical stage.

D'Antoni followed and walked over.

There was a dispute over the penalty, and the referee immediately signaled to watch the video. It seems that the misjudgment at the Rockets' home court made the referee restrain a lot.

The video was played over and over again, from all angles, on the big screen.

In the video, no matter from which angle you look at Finley, it's a thug.

The technical station announced a foul by Finley, and Wang Zhizhi made three free throws.

The fans at the scene cheered and applauded.

There are 4.2 seconds left before the end of the game.

Old Nelson walked back to the bench with a look of frustration, and also called the Mavericks' last timeout.

Finley was extremely lonely at this time, and Nelson didn't talk about him, but arranged how to grab rebounds.

"Hey, Michael, don't worry, even if all free throws are scored, we still have overtime to play." Nowitzki came over to comfort his old friend at this time.

"It's okay, we still have a chance." As one of the tridents, Nash also came over to comfort him.

Hearing the comfort from the two teammates, Finley nodded slightly moved. The friendship between the Mavericks Trident is still very deep.

"This game was really tense. The Nuggets were 1 points behind one minute ago, and now they have a chance to tie the score. It's really amazing." Varel said with emotion.

"I think some fans watching the broadcast have their eyes wide open and are motionless." Drexler joked a few words to ease the nervousness of the fans.

On the bench of the Nuggets, D'Antoni is arranging the tactics on the court, and some ways to deal with the situation that may occur when Wang Zhizhi serves next.

Anthony was listening, and inadvertently glanced at Wang Zhizhi, and found that the 26-year-old "chaser boy" had a serious face and shortness of breath. Although he was restraining, he still couldn't hide the tension in his heart. color.

"beep!"

The timeout expired soon, and players from both sides returned to the field.

At this moment, Anthony approached Wang Zhizhi and said, "Wang, don't be too nervous. Mike won't blame you for your missed penalty. Relax and try to take a deep breath."

"Well, thank you." Wang Zhizhi nodded and smiled.

The Nuggets replaced Bell and Miller with Mutombo and Nene, maintaining the ability to compete for the frontcourt.

Wang Zhizhi walked to the free throw line.

All the fans at the scene held their breath, and nearly 2 people stared at Wang Zhizhi. This Chinese who was about to be abandoned by the league at this moment shouldered the important task of saving the Nuggets.

Anthony looked at Wang Zhizhi and sweated for him. At such a critical moment, he would probably be nervous going up, after all, more than 2 pairs of eyes were staring at him.

The referee held the ball, stretched out three fingers, signaled for three free throws, and then handed the ball to Wang Zhizhi.

Wang Zhizhi got the ball, slapped it on the ground twice, took a deep breath, glanced at the basket and shot it.

The arc of the ball is a bit high, and the glasses of more than 2 people in the audience are staring at the ball with some arc.

"Shh!"

"yeah!……"

The ball fell into the net pocket steadily, and almost at the moment of the goal, the fans at the scene burst into cheers.

Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Wang Zhizhi's mentality adjustment is not bad.

The referee took the ball and then made a 2 gesture, indicating that there were two more free throws.

The cheers from the fans at the scene stopped suddenly, and the silence returned for an instant. They focused their attention on the field again, fearing that any noise would affect Wang Zhizhi's free throw.

Wang Zhizhi took a deep breath and once again made a shooting posture.

Same action.

The ball still drew a high parabola and flew towards the basket.

but.

"Dangdang!"

With a clear sound of iron striking, Wang Zhizhi's second free throw bounced out of the basket.

There was an uproar at the scene.

D'Antoni had crossed his hands and looked at the Mavericks' side of the court, but now seeing that Wang Zhizhi didn't make a free throw, he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

Wang Zhizhi's face was instantly filled with annoyance.

At this moment, the referee made a "1" gesture, indicating that Wang Zhizhi still had a free throw chance.

(End of this chapter)