Basketball Myth: Super Guard

With just two minutes left in the third quarter, the Pistons trailed by 13.

Seeing Butler back on the court, the home fans cheered, people stood up excitedly, and without knowing who was taking the lead, thousands of fans chanted in unison to cheer the Pistons.

At this moment, morale rekindled.

The Pistons players felt a flame burning in their hearts, and Butler shouted: "Attack!"

"attack!"

Several players responded in unison.

At this time, there were only a few substitute players on the Pistons. Stuckey was not there, Gordon was not there, Wright was not there, and Jerebko was not there, but the momentum was amazing.

"Defend well." The Magic coach shouted at the court. He frowned slightly, a little worried. Butler is really a variable today.

on the field.

Butler came to the frontcourt. At this time, the organizer was Will Bynum, a small guard with a height of 183 cm. After arriving in the frontcourt, he found Butler and passed the ball to Butler.

Although the Pistons are all on the bench at this time, so is the Magic. Howard is not there, Turkoglu is not there, Richardson is not there, and only one of the starters is Anderson.

The defender in front of Butler is Quentin Richardson, also known as Richardson, but he is not a brother to the Magic's starting guard Jason Richardson.

laugh!

Butler was a breakthrough directly, nothing fancy, just a simple change of direction breakthrough. With his excellent physical fitness, he squeezed Quentin away, hugged the ball and rushed inside.

Anderson stood in front, and Butler jumped up to meet him without hesitation.

Swish!

The ball goes in.

Seeing Butler score as soon as he came up, the home fans were overjoyed.

The Pistons' morale also increased greatly. They moved to the defensive end. Butler took the lead, rushed forward quickly, and launched a personal defense. He was very tough, and his teammates followed suit, which made the Magic players feel a lot of pressure.

......

Anderson took the ball and was ready to play singles, but Butler threw himself just as he hugged the ball. Anderson had to score the ball. After a few passes, the Magic couldn't find a chance and finally forced the shot.

In the next few rounds, the Pistons showed a tough side, with fierce defense and sharp offense. Under the leadership of Butler, they kept chasing points and narrowed the point difference to 8 points in just two minutes.

"Butler played great today."

"Butler has always been great, he just missed opportunities. The Pistons should have started him long ago. He's much better than Wright."

People were talking, and the third quarter ended.

Although the Pistons were still 8 points behind, Butler's performance gave home fans hope.

......

Into the fourth quarter, Wright was sent.

Butler must still be on in the last few minutes of this quarter. Since Butler and Wright are to be separated, Wright can only play in advance and replace him when Butler is replaced.

Wright is very unhappy about this. Butler has to play himself, so if Butler plays 30 minutes, he can only play 18 minutes at most?

And the last few minutes, those are the crucial minutes, where a player's status in the team is only known by his absence on the field.

If I don't play the last few minutes, doesn't it mean I'm not as good as Butler?

However, it is useless to be upset. Butler played too well today. Just now he was replaced for a while, and the fans shouted and asked him to play. The coach had no choice but to provoke public anger.

Wright, who had an unbalanced mentality, was naturally difficult to perform well on the court. The Pistons fell into a disadvantage again, and the point difference was quickly opened to double digits, which made the coach very helpless.

"Butler, come on." The head coach had to make a substitution.

Butler got up and walked onto the court. Wright was replaced. The two passed by. Wright snorted angrily. Butler ignored him. The most important thing now is how to win the game.

When Butler came back, the Pistons suddenly had a new look, as if they had been injected with a magical energy. The personnel did not change much, but the offensive and defensive ends had improved significantly.

Seeing this, the Magic also began to make substitutions.

After a few minutes in the fourth quarter, the two sides began to gradually replace the main players, and Howard and Turkoglu also returned to the court one after another.

"Shh!"

With a soft click, Turkoglu hit a jumper.

Turkoglu played very badly today. He scored only 8 points in the fourth quarter, including the goal he just scored. In addition, he scored 3 rebounds and 3 assists, which is one worse than the average data per game. cut.

Turkoglu was in a better mood when he scored this goal, but Butler quickly returned to him and hit him, and this time it was a three-pointer.

Today, Butler is undoubtedly the backbone of the Pistons. As long as he can score stably, the Pistons will not be in chaos, and they can maintain stability on both ends of the offense and defense.

Stucky felt a little complicated when he saw this, but he made a quick decision, reduced personal attacks, and took the initiative to give Butler more earth rights.

The two sides are coming and going, and there is not much time left in the fourth quarter in a blink of an eye.

"With just over a minute left and we're six points behind, it's not good."

"Yeah, although the score of 6 points is not much, but the time is too tight, there are not a few rounds, it is not easy to catch up."

In the audience, the fans held their breaths.

Butler glanced at the score, one back ran to get the ball, then looked at Turkoglu, grinned, and said with an arrogant expression: "Guess again, am I breaking through or shooting this time?"

"Go away." Turkoglu roared.

"Hey, don't be angry." Butler laughed: "I'll tell you, I'm going to shoot." As soon as the voice fell, Butler suddenly changed direction, then stepped back and raised the ball.

Turkoglu secretly said, "Sure enough," and immediately jumped up and flew forward. He jumped very high, his arms were raised, and he was about to teach Butler a lesson.

However, Butler didn't jump.

"You've been fooled again." Butler chuckled, then jumped up and leaned on Turkoglu.

beep!

The referee blew the whistle and gave Turkoglu a foul. Although Butler failed to make the ball, it was a three-point foul and three free throws were required.

Butler walked to the free throw line and made only one of three free throws. He frowned slightly: "The physical consumption is too much, and even the free throws are affected. There is one minute left, hold on!"

The reason why Butler teased Turkoglu was that he was not sure of scoring because of too much physical energy consumption, so he wanted to cheat a foul.

Really successful.

There was only one minute left in the game. The Magic took time and didn’t make a shot until 24 seconds later, but they didn’t score. Stuckey took the rebound and advanced, and passed it to Butler after reaching the frontcourt. Butler directed Turkoglu. With a grin, Turkoglu's heart skipped a beat. Butler suddenly lowered his center of gravity and swooped past him.

"not good."

"Stop him."

The Magic players rushed towards Butler. Butler lifted the ball, but instead of shooting, he passed the ball and passed the ball to Stuckey. Stuckey took a deep breath and made a three-pointer.

Swish!

The ball is in, the difference is only 1 point!