basketball never sleeps

Chapter 165 There is no road ahead for you

Back at Conseco Arena, the Heat's Big Three played very seriously and with great patience.

It was like a pack of wolves hunting, tearing into the walkers' defense line without haste.

When the first ball came up in the fourth quarter, Mo Wen held the ball from a high position and observed it. After two changes of direction without pulling away, he passed the ball to Wade on one side and started running without the ball to one side.

After receiving the ball, Wade didn't pause and started violently.

During his breakthrough, the ligament injury and Jackson's defense in front of him were all forgotten by him.

When O'Brien's help arrived, Wade followed Mo's call for the ball, twisted his waist, made a flower in the air with his arms, passed around his waist, and sent the ball out.

The basketball drifted around the corner, leaving a shadow behind Wade and Jackson, and flew in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't catch the ball, he just turned his palm lightly and passed the ball to Ao Pang who squeezed out the space with ease.

The mature black shark did not need to jump out of the water. He just leaned out half of his body, exposed his bloody mouth, and ate Foster alive in front of him.

Bang——

"Mo's goals are always so imaginative. He is the best player I have seen in the past two years who combines shooting and technique."

"The Heat's transition was so smooth. They are indeed the team with the strongest positional warfare offense this year."

Artest received 5 fouls in front and it became a big problem at this time. He couldn't reach out.

With a score difference of 8 points and 6 minutes, Mo Wen only needed to control the rhythm and maintain efficiency, and the game would be over after a delay.

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, flexed his fingers, knocked off the arm that was pointing at him, pulled the big man in front of him, and said in a very gentle tone:

"Why don't you stomp your feet? Your legs won't hurt if you stomp your feet and your legs will be numb, right?"

Carlisle, who was being watched by Popovich, was gritting his teeth and holding his brain that wanted to shake with his hands.

In the last 13 seconds, the Heat had the ball and were 4 points ahead.

But Xiao Ao was not shaken away, and thanks to eating too much, he had already developed preliminary antibodies to Mo Wen's fake moves.

The last time he felt so powerless was when he was an assistant coach with the Nets after retiring. At that time, because he didn't read many books and didn't have much experience, he often had some troublesome problems that he couldn't solve.

In front of the TV, Popovich tore off the loose leaf full of lines again, balled it up and threw it into the trash can nearby.

However, the appearance of the Heat once again made him feel that his knowledge was shallow.

He felt that Mo Wen was eating alone. You must know that when the score did not lose suspense, the closer to the end, the higher the attention.

Hearing this, Miller laughed out of anger, but then he thought about it and fell silent again.

But when Mo Wen's hand lifting the ball for a layup reached the range of Xiao'ao's block, he suddenly collected the ball and twisted it back, bypassing Xiao'ao's fallen arm, and passed through his creaking hole to his back, just like a juggling.

The ball is picked out with a spin.

Looking at Miller staggering out after him.

What's so great about it?

He raised his head with some melancholy and looked at the three flags flying high in the sky. They were the achievements the Pacers had achieved while still in the ABA.

He has created miracles and still believes in hope.

"Nice goal!"

During the official timeout, Mo Wen called in the team doctor and after discussing with Da Fan, he decided to replace the two patients who had played overtime.

Both Miller and Tinsley wanted to use three-pointers to open up the situation. Unfortunately, their three-pointers without breaking away from the defense were just a gamble.

"Don't challenge Jermaine in the paint. Do you want to force him?"

The Pacers counterattacked, and after Jackson's breakthrough was blocked, they distributed the ball to O'Brien, who was rarely efficient in this game.

After being double-teamed and about to steal the ball, Rasul glanced at Mo Wen who was retreating to the logo area to get off work.

Seeing this, Xiao Ao's fists clenched, but Mo Wen's cold eyes still made him wake up.

This is a crushing competition at the player level. It is too difficult to rely on tactics to make up for the gap.

Instead of being like Carlisle on the scene - her husband was already knocking on the door, only to find that the bottom of the bed was solid, the wardrobe was checkered, the curtains were transparent, and the outdoor unit of the air conditioner was built-in.

Facing Haslem's top-mid defense and the three threats of holding the ball, O'Brien tried several times, barely found a gap and squeezed in two steps. He was about to step back and shoot, but when he saw Miller was empty, he made a fake shot and passed the ball to the goalkeeper.

Miller.

"It's better for him to lose his temper and get violent. Then at least I still think he is a man. He is so soft in playing and doesn't dare to fight. As the boss of a team, he doesn't even have the courage to look at the opponent's third boss. If I were

Bird, I will trade him after this series."

The two missed two three-pointers, but relied on O'Brien to grab the offensive rebounds and score a layup in the second attack.

After all, his health was still important. Since Mo Wendu sincerely "begged him", he would be merciful and listen to his advice.

After sending Wade aside who was trying to get the ball, and using O'Neal's screen, Mo Wen threw Artest away and rushed to the basket.

An invisible shock started from the three people and spread to all directions.

After suppressing the confusion in his heart, Miller and said sternly.

But Mo Wen glanced at Artest, who was watching eagerly in front of him, and was not fooled. Instead, like G4, he continued to play a steady and steady style.

His long arms are tied straight up in the sky, not only avoiding the possibility of being fouled, but also always being ready to "hit whenever he shows up".

Miller caught the ball in an open position and used his signature twitching leg, preventing Rasul from chasing him and interfering directly. Then he easily scored with a long 2-pointer without interference.

After scoring a civilian triple-double of 16 points, 10 assists and 11 rebounds in the first three quarters, Mo Wen scored another 8 points in just half a quarter.

It wasn't until there were 3 minutes left before the end of the game that Carlisle finally remembered that when they were far behind, they should switch to an offensive lineup to grab points.

This bad old man was very lucky. Fortunately, the Heat did not become their opponent so early and he still had time to observe and analyze.

On the Heat's side, Wade and O'Pang's performance gradually declined due to injuries. When they hit the back, Mo Wen, like G4, started to perform individual performances more through the involvement of the two of them.

Therefore, they can only vent their anxiety and uneasiness by shouting louder.

Mo Wen dribbled the ball across the court again, watched the Pacers once again set up a 23 zone defense, and directed the Heat to set up a high pick-and-roll.

Just by closing his eyes and simulating it in his mind, he could imagine what it would be like to face the same attack as the Spurs' basket being penetrated.

The shouts from the sidelines were getting louder and louder, but under Mo Wen's control, the court was like a pool of stagnant water.

You just handed over the Pacers to such a thing?

Bird off the court seemed to have read his mind and rolled his eyes.

He grabbed the basketball and stepped on the Pacers logo.

In the TNT studio, the magician who was invited to commentate on this game couldn't help but admire it.

Mo Wen gave the ball to the open Rasul and waited for the end of the game.

In order to avoid making mistakes, he tried his best to break away countless arms and sent the ball out.

"That's it, classic car. There is no road ahead for you."

Mo Wen's jumping is not his strong point, but he has extremely strong control over his body. Even if he cannot rely on height to think about life in mid-air like Lu Dan, he can still rely on clear thinking to find flaws in defensive players.

If I had known earlier, I would have pulled down the guy who likes to play tricks.

Xiao Ao, who felt that he had been teased, was quite irritated. He couldn't control his emotions. There was no physical contact between the two in the air. After landing, he pushed Mo Wen instead.

Then he pointed his finger in the distance and challenged Mo Wen.

Mo Wen directly transformed into Westbrook and LeBron Bryant - a big core holding the ball, dribbling for 20 seconds, and resolutely not passing the ball.

Mo Wen holds the ball with one hand and pushes forward with the other hand raised, like a road conductor indicating that no traffic is allowed on a red light ahead.

Miller's shooting percentage in the second half was okay, but the point difference was never narrowed.

"The Pacers' defense cannot withstand the stranglehold of three top offensive stars, and their blocking will become their loophole."

Today, the Heat's suppression of the Pacers has continued from the beginning to now. Although the maximum point is only 7 points, the Big Three are still like a big mountain, making the fans on the sidelines have trouble breathing.

The basketball board bounces into the basket.

Instead of giving it to Jermaine, give it to you who only scored 9 points in 3 quarters?

Perhaps this conflict affected the morale of the Pacers, and their relatively good touch in the front fell back to normal levels during this period.

Apart from playing for Indianapolis for 18 years, helping Indianapolis reach the playoffs more than a dozen times, reaching the finals once, and taking away more than 100 million in salary, he seems to have nothing to offer.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, he didn't even need his teammates or referees to come over to pull him away. He took the initiative to turn aside and avoid Mo Wen.

Facing Xiao Ou, who was switching defense, he stepped on the European step, put his hands together with the ball, and made a fake pass, but his actual intention was to lift the ball for a layup.

Since he promised to take the team into the playoffs, he must still do it steadily.

The arms that the Pacers fans had originally raised were smashed down by disappointment weighing as much as a thousand pounds.

Barkley and Smith spoke to each other in front of the camera.

When Buckley saw this scene in the commentary room, he immediately slapped the table in disgust.

But Reggie Miller isn't giving up the fight.

Looking at the scene in the camera, many Pacers fans raised their arms in the air, just waiting for the block to happen.

"Not qualified? In two years' time you will be proud of me seeing you off!" Mo Wen said confidently.

The team's year's hard work, their year's expectations, and Miller's announcement of retirement all made them unable to accept that this year would end like this.

"Besides, you are not qualified to see me off!"

"You can't be like this, Mo, I can't rest off the court at this point in time, it's not a guaranteed win now, I have to play!"

"This is the real triangle offense. All three of them are sharp angles that can pierce the opponent's defense."

But with his continuous learning and practice, this situation has become rare and rare.

"Your substitution is a bit excessive." Miller walked up to Mo Wen and snorted coldly.

"No matter what the action is, it will feel skillful and elegant in his hands."

There is still half a quarter of game time, do you dare to play the main force?

"Don't be so proud, kid. The game isn't over yet. I will personally check whether they are injured or not!"

But as a coach, he can only continue to pretend to be confident in the expectant eyes of his players, and loudly urge and encourage the players to continue to fight.

The Big Three model that had disappeared since Barkley retired reappeared, and he sadly discovered that he did not have a perfect solution.

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After the break, the Pacers fans were angry when they saw the Heat's substitutions.

Without the nickname "Jordan's Lifelong Enemy", looking back at his career would be mediocre.

But Wade protested.

The nearly constant score difference gave everyone a sense of powerlessness.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

After the timeout, with anger and unwillingness, Miller activated his big heart and passively did not follow the routine, and came up unexpectedly and hit a super long three-pointer.

Garbage time? An old man who accomplished nothing?

Unfortunately, it was too late and the attacking players had to warm up their hands.

But Mo Wen also scored a goal through a fadeaway jumper during this period.

"In the next round against the Pistons, do you think you can catch up with Richard (Hamilton)'s normal running with your injured leg, or can you guard Chauncey?"

But Mo Wen didn't tolerate him, so he walked over and stood in front of Xiao Ao. He didn't do anything, just put his hands on his hips and stared at him.

It didn't matter to him whether Mo Wen passed the ball or not, what was important was that he couldn't let Mo Wen take a shot.

Seeing that the point difference was widened to two points, the Heat bench was in jubilation, but Mo Wen, who carefully observed Wade's steps as he ran, frowned.

Isn't it just that one person, one city, for 18 years, would rather retire than hold on to his legs?

Although he didn't want to admit it, Aopang did have a lot of experience being led away by defenders, and he also noticed that Mo Wen had been recuperating his energy.

In the last minute, the 4-point difference seemed like a divine punishment, blocking the Pacers from getting closer.

"I know my body well, you can't control it that much!"

Mo Wen's touch was mediocre today, hitting 3 of 8 three-pointers in the first three quarters. At this time, betting on Miller for three-pointers, the risks and benefits are completely out of proportion.

Seeing this, Artest turned angrily and looked at Bird on the bench.

"There is no need to engage in such a big battle to send an old man who has accomplished nothing to retire during garbage time." Mo Wen replied calmly.

"You can rest as long as you want. Stop talking nonsense. I'll fight the Pistons later. You play a few less games, and I'll fight you a few more. When the time comes, you'll have to use me in a wheelchair even if your leg is broken."

This year is the 39th year since Indianapolis merged with the NBA. Unfortunately, this land that is extremely loyal to basketball still has not been able to wait for an NBA championship.

Carlisle was very decisive today. After seeing Mo Wen score two goals in a row, he saw that the momentum was not right and used two short pauses to try to interrupt Mo Wen's touch.

Use loud cheers to replenish adrenaline for the players on the field.

No, I still can't prevent it.

What selfish player didn't come from a selfless player?

Wade and Mo Wen looked at each other. After reading the seriousness in Mo Wen's eyes, he wanted to argue with his arguments and be tough, but he was afraid that his life would not be tough enough.

The points difference, which had stopped growing in the past, started to move again.

On the way back to defense, the three of them lined up in a straight line. Mo Wen, who was expressionless in the middle, stretched out his hands and gave each person on both sides a high-five.

The Pacers fans on the sidelines raised their hands and chanted in unison.

Do you really think of us as a loser who can’t make the playoffs?

Aopang didn't care, he obeyed the command and left the field directly.

He held the ball with one hand and threw it casually towards the basket. The basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the air. The moment it hit the backboard, the red light above it also turned on.

beep--

Swish——

There will definitely be no more early hours today!

(End of chapter)