basketball never sleeps

Chapter 147 The needle won’t poke you in these little days

"Don't we need to adjust again, Rick?"

In the fourth quarter, watching the time passing by and showing no signs of recovering the point difference, the Pacers' assistant couldn't help but ask Carlisle.

"Adjust? Save it. We still have a glimmer of hope if we stick to this rhythm. If we adjust randomly, believe it or not, the game will be wasted in two minutes."

Carlisle clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

Did the Pacers adjust too little in front?

You talk about adjusting tactics. How many tactics have you changed one by one? Are they effective? Changing the soup does not change the medicine.

Fan, Riley, who does not coach the team in name, and the player in name only, are not vegetarians.

The Pacers have made several adjustments, but they can't be said to be very effective, they can only be said to be useless.

The three of them took turns playing "Immaculate", and the tips were useless.

And no matter how good the tactics are, they must be executed by the players.

Under the Heat's defense, the entire Pacers team, including blue-collar Foster and Reggie Miller, who didn't take many shots, shot over 40%.

When they played against the Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals last year, they had almost the same efficiency. However, except for Hamilton and substitute Mo Wen, the Pistons' field goal percentage did not exceed 40%, which was not bad.

But the Heat's Big Three are different. The Pacers can always defend them, but even if they can't get an easy shot, the Big Three's offensive efficiency can still remain above 40%.

Mo Wen's skills and shooting range, Wade's burst and speed, and Ao Pang's weight and body are all things that can only be limited but cannot prevent death.

The Heat have been following a path since the second quarter - overwhelming others with momentum.

O'Neal: If you don't cooperate with me when I play tricks with you, it's shameless, so don't blame me for being a hooligan.

Then the Heat will hand over the ball to three stars with a guaranteed shooting percentage of more than 40%. The efficiency is definitely not as high as the regular season, but it is still better than the Pacers who take turns to strike.

The Pacers have been able to persist until now, in addition to defense, they have better control of offensive rebounds.

Ouyang returned from a leg injury and was not so keen on fighting for rebounds. Apart from Ouyang, the Heat were not high enough, which gave the Pacers the opportunity to use shots in exchange for points.

Double-teaming is useful, but the key is that Wade was the Heat's main point guard last year, Mo Wen was the second-leading assists player this year, and O'Brien's support ability in the paint is also top-notch, averaging 3 passes per game this season.

The Pacers tried double-teaming for a few rounds, and then the point difference widened.

Carlisle has always believed in team basketball. The Pistons' championship last year proved that his basketball philosophy can be successful. However, facing such a difficult situation at this time, he found that the team still needs a player who can score steadily in difficult moments.

The two brothers O'Neill and Artest are not picky on the defensive end, but on the offensive end they are the difference between wet garbage and dry garbage.

One who is guarded by O'Neill and Udonis Haslem can only float in the mid-range shot, while the other, like a high-ping warrior, will press his head and rush inside and then shoot or hit the ball.

During the regular season, the team's second scoring point "Martial Saint" Jackson's shooting percentage was barely over 40%. Entering the playoffs, his shooting percentage has been further "refined".

The most stable scorer for the Pacers now is Miller, who is one year older and has further declined in strength and should be holding the support of his teammates.

Mo Wen looked at Miller and wanted to treat him to a drink after the game.

At the same time, Tianya has become a human being.

"Rebound, Jermaine once again grabbed the offensive rebound. They haven't given up yet, they haven't given up yet!"

"The ball was passed to Miller's hands again, and Wade was chasing him again. He had interfered with Miller's shots twice in a row. He watched once... Oh wait, Mo sneaked in from the side and knocked away Miller.

Keep the ball in your hands."

"Oh my gosh, this is a fatal steal. The Heat are on the fast break again, but no one can keep up with Wade. Accurate pass from Mo, BANG!!

88:80! With less than 2 minutes left, the Pacers have no chance. The Heat’s perimeter duo once again protected the American Airlines Center!”

Amid the passionate voice of the explanation, O'Pang leaned on Leitner next to him, comfortably holding a Gatorade that looked like a small bottle and drank the drink in one gulp.

Tons·tons——ah~

These little days the needle doesn't poke.

"You can't compete for MVP next season." Laettner bumped O'Brien with his shoulder.

Ao Pang rolled his eyes and said in a lazy voice: "Hey, I don't lack that stuff. One MVP is enough. We oldmen have to be self-aware. Honors should be given to more energetic young people.

Bar."

In the past, Aopang was also a person who liked to be in the limelight and wanted to be the center of attention all the time. But after so many years, he knew very well that fame does not fall from the sky, and prosperity is built with blood and sweat.

He was surprised to be selected second in the MVP list this year, because he knew very well that, not counting the substitutes, the Heat's current starting lineup should be the most luxurious configuration in his career. Although he was sweating a lot, it was more

It was much better in the first two years.

What, you said that cauliflower head also helped him absorb a lot of ball rights?

He was simply digesting the ball, and it did not reduce his defensive pressure in one-on-one situations. Compared with the two younger brothers in the Heat, he was far behind.

(｀へ)

"Are you sure you will retire next season? Don't you want to stay with us for another year next year?"

Ao Pang looked at Leitner with a bit of reluctance.

Not only does it feel good to have his old rival as his substitute, but he also has fewer and fewer acquaintances in the league.

In 2002, NBA official statistics showed that the average professional playing experience of players entering the NBA was only 4.7 years. The longer you play, the more lonely you will feel.

"What are you doing? I'm tired of it, and my body can't bear the pain any longer. If I can get a ring this year, I will definitely retire to spend time with my wife and children. Speaking of how your legs are, don't end up having to sacrifice my life yourself." Leitner

He looked down at the jersey and said a little melancholy.

"Hmph, don't worry. It's okay. If it really doesn't work anymore, I'll cut off your legs and replace them for me, so that you can have a sense of participation."

"B*tch, why don't you tell me to put my big bird on for you? Oh, I forgot that your RPG base can't be equipped with a cannon." After saying that, Leitner looked at O'Neal's pocket with disgust.

Crotch cloth.

"Fake Squid, are you looking for shit, Bitchi?" Ao Pang, who was still smiling, suddenly turned cold. He hooked Leitner's neck and said sinisterly. "I heard before that even the most indifferent man has his intestines.

It’s also hot, Old Dirty (Lettner’s nickname), I’m very curious.”

"emm, I know your wife is pregnant, and Riley takes a strict look at it. If you don't mind, there is a sheep on my farm. I can introduce it to you..."

"You're done, Bichi, you're really done, I said so!"

The fight between O'Fatty and Laettner on the bench did not attract the attention of the referee like a laughing idiot, because the scene on the court was more eye-catching than the fight between two black and white bears.

The Pacers also tried to replicate the legendary "Miller moment."

The Pacers, who still wanted to fight desperately, also aroused the Heat's bloody spirit.

The movements of the players on both sides did not converge as the game was about to end, but instead became louder and louder.

At one point in the game, several players were so obsessed with "confrontation" that they ignored the sight of a stolen basketball bouncing past them.

Basketball: I’m free!

The three referees were confused. They were from the NBA and they really didn’t know how WWE should call penalties.

Wait, we are talking about the NBA!

We are still the referees of this game.

Toot toot—

The president has said that he wants to return the game to the competition, but if it doesn't happen, the stadium will turn into an octagonal cage.

Finally, the game cooled down due to the referee's warning.

Miller, who had two chances on the outside, was unable to make the miracle happen again.

Counting on the last few shots to complete the reversal of the holes that could not be repaired in the previous quarter, this is like a student who did not do any homework before the end of the vacation, all counting on "one person, one stroke, one light, one night, one miracle".

In the end, the two teams scored 91:82, with the Heat "narrowly beating" the Pacers by 9 points.

(End of chapter)