basketball never sleeps

Chapter 197 A miracle is born, 34 points in a single quarter! (8.5K two-in-one)

Author: I feel restless while bathing

Chapter 197 A miracle is born, 34 points in a single quarter! (8.5K two-in-one)

Mo Wen scored consecutive three-pointers. The Lakers did not get into trouble. Instead, several TNT commentators started arguing over his three-pointers.

As a championship guard who once relied on three-pointers to make a living, Kenny Smith prophetically suggested that Mo Wen might lead a future—a future filled and dominated by three-pointers.

But Buckley raised strong objections:

"As you know, I have always been the most optimistic person among us about Mo. I have watched every Heat game in the past two years. Mo's three-pointers are very strong, but for Mo, three-pointers are just a

It's just a means, and he himself has emphasized many times in interviews that he shoots three-pointers just because those teams use zone defense every day to hide in the paint."

“The charm of the sport of basketball is that it is like great sex, it is constantly moving, full of rhythm, and does not require the protection of protective equipment. It is a close-up attack and defense that relies on the superb skills of you and your teammates.

Try your best to put the ball in the basket."

"Each player on the court has his or her own style of play, and those various moves are as sexy as they can be."

"Three-point domination of the league? Stop talking nonsense! When the day comes and everyone is shooting from the outside, what's the point of the game? You think so, Cole?"

As a guest, Cole lowered his head and pursed his lips in a classic smile: "As for the three-pointer, I think I still have some say. Like Kenny, I was one of the few people in that era who relied on three-pointers to make a living.

But regarding three-pointers, my views are similar to Charles's."

"Because of the existence of zone defense, three-pointers will definitely become an increasingly important offensive method, but you must know that it is very rare for a genius like Mo to develop his skills well at a young age.

Nowadays, the league is full of all kinds of talents. Talent can allow you to easily score 15 points. Talent can allow you to easily get a big contract. Most talented young people will waste their good time because they are greedy for enjoyment, and shooting is a

This is a skill that needs to be honed over a long period of time. It is human instinct and is difficult to change.

Of course, this is also good news. It is precisely because of this operating rule that players with average physical fitness like us can find a place in the league. Otherwise, everyone will take the shooting job from us, so what else can we rely on to make a living?

?By drawing fouls?"

…

On the court, Mo Wen saw that a sudden wave of wind and rain did not destroy the morale of the Lakers in one fell swoop.

Although Kobe and Paul, who control the Lakers' ball, were also troubled by these three-pointers, they are not kids who have never seen the world.

After being surprised and confused, the Lakers quickly responded.

When——when——shua——

Kobe's touch at the basket and mid-range was good today, but for three-pointers... he still needs to find his feel.

On the defensive end, the Lakers did not dare to neglect anymore and adopted a tighter blockade on Mo Wen and began to double-team.

Kobe didn't care about his own face. Just as Mo Wen thought, Kobe, who barely had much rest until the third quarter, was already a little overwhelmed.

It is true that he is a monster in physical fitness, but if you ask him to do everything on both offense and defense and still maintain a high level of competition, it is really a bit embarrassing.

However, if "a division of troops" is deployed at the three-point line to strictly guard against a passing master who plays without the ball, then the Lakers' defense in other areas is basically equivalent to the old widow's door - in name only.

Mo Wen, who was walking outside the three-point line, attracted the attention of two or three people. Rasul was also posing in the other corner, asking for the ball. Wade, who was holding the ball in the middle, felt numb. The Lakers' basket was in front of him.

In front of her, she was like a defenseless sister lying on the body.

Various postures, rush at will.

Oh, you can't say that, after all, the cannon can't be compared with air, chairs and Nash.

Paul's defense became the last half of the Lakers' fig leaf.

It is roughly equivalent to the T-string...C-string pants worn by girls, which adds a bit of fun to Wade's dragon collision.

Paul found that he was wrong. No matter it was Mo Wen's height or Wade's weight, there was not much difference in essence. They were both not human beings.

What makes him most desperate is that the small moves in the past did not have much effect in front of the Heat's perimeter duo.

In terms of small movements, Mo Wen is at the professor level, while Wade is at the level of old teaching aids.

Although Wade's black-handed counterattacks were not as clever as Mo Wen's, he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and had accumulated armor after long-term confrontation with Mo Wen. Within the level of confrontation allowed by the camera, it was already difficult for Wade to break through the defense.

Wade: Not bad, this little move has already achieved nine successes when Mo came here last year.

The Zen master stood aside and watched Paul suffer, but he could do nothing.

The Heat's perimeter combination is a killer for smaller guards.

With two guards who can play small forward, plus a small forward who is a professional, three strikers are placed on the court, and the small guard has no way of guarding him.

Next Paul?

Walton and Parker also have their own problems, and they may not be able to do better on the defensive end. The older they get, the more independent they become. If they go back and destroy the offense that is still smooth now, they can really get off work early for Christmas.

The Zen master who was caught in the dilemma of the dump truck seemed to have entered a "zen" state in the camera.

But he hasn't mastered meditation yet, and time on the court has not slowed down or stopped.

Zen Master had no idea, and Kobe and Paul couldn't find a solution to the game.

In a short time, the big man made three in and three outs, made two easy layups, and once was called a foul.

The east is not bright and the west is bright. Press the gourd and the ladle will float.

The point difference between the two teams was stretched to double digits. The Lakers players made a choice from their own hearts and released Mo Wen.

No matter how accurate Mo Wen's three-pointers are, they can't keep scoring, but Wade's sudden two-pointer can keep going.

There is nothing wrong with their thinking and decision-making.

But...did I let you go?

You saw your buddies and teammates stealing from your home, are you thinking about going back to the city?

Don't be impatient.

Mo Wen raised his hand again and gestured for the ball.

"Don't find Haslem on the screen and shoot another three-pointer! Kobe was one step slower in pursuit and the ball went in!"

"Wade broke through and was assisted by defense. He passed the ball without looking at the back of the head...someone, Mo, caught the ball...directly shot...and it went in! This cooperation is too smooth!"

"Three-pointer~hit! Kobe Bryant hit the key three-pointer, retaining the hope of winning for the Lakers. They haven't given up yet!"

"Mo's running is really like a ferocious wolf hunting on the grassland. He can bring great pressure to the defender without getting close, and you can't keep watching him because the Heat are now a wolf den.

He’s not the only one who eats meat!”

"Holysh*t! This is the fifth three-pointer. Can he really dominate the game with three-pointers? Try another one. If you make another one... I will kneel down for you!"

"...OK, director, please cut the scene. Charles is about to kneel."

"Kobe Bryant assisted Kwame Brown in a counterattack. How many assists has he made today? Why do I feel that he is developing in Mo Wen's direction?"

Several explanations were mesmerizing, and the audience watched with excitement, and the cheers became louder and louder.

Just... that's it... keep going... don't stop!

If you were to edit a highlight reel, this quarter would be almost all shot - wonderful breakthroughs, accurate three-pointers, and wonderful offense.

The Lakers really couldn't defend, but the Heat gave the referee face and didn't try their best to defend.

Of course, Mo Wen and Wade also had a tacit understanding and let things go a little bit.

The team is in the lead, and it is broadcast live across the United States. Everyone is in good condition today. Ao Pang, the Dinghai Shenzhen, has been resting off the court, so there is no need to kill the game so quickly.

Everyone has to eat.

Although you have to be conscientious when scoring.

If the points are gone, you can go and get them again.

But if your conscience is gone...then you can get more!

The score difference opened too early, which not only wasted today's good touch, but also sorry for the fans who spent money to buy high-priced tickets to watch the game.

They have absolutely no selfish intentions whatsoever.

With two minutes left in the third quarter, Master Jackson called a timeout.

Although he didn't have any good ideas or anything to say about the situation on the court, looking at the current score difference between the two teams, even from the perspective of being worthy of the salary paid to him by Bass, he should have called a timeout.

Off the court, Paul made a [5] gesture toward Kobe.

Kobe glanced at him with a frown while wiping his sweat.

"5,000."

Kobe bit his lower lip, frowned, then thought of something, then put on a malicious smile and nodded towards Paul.

Okay, good job.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the arena the morning after tomorrow. You have one day - you can't leave until you finish shooting!"

"What? I remember we didn't say the time?" Paul looked confused.

"Yeah, so now that I've said it, do you have any objections?"

Kobe put his hand on Paul's shoulder and squeezed hard.

He turned the depression and unhappiness of being backward into a murderous look on his face, looking at Paul with no doubt.

"No, Kobe, you are cheating!" Paul was very unconvinced. He did not expect that too many rewards could become a burden.

"I'm not cheating, rookie. You can still use me as a pawn to practice shooting three-pointers from the top, but my time is limited and I can't always accompany you."

As the offense and defense changed, Kobe also had a smile on his face, and he patted Paul on the back.

"Hahaha, don't think too much, I'm just bullying you, what can you do?"

"Fake Squid!"

Before the timeout ended, Jackson finally made the decision to replace Paul with a madman. He also wanted to see the actual effect of a full forward lineup.

In today's game, the reason for lagging behind was fairly clear, but the point difference was somewhat unclear. He would have more time to study it after the game was over.

He looked enviously at Da Fan, who was looking silly and wearing a Christmas hat cosplaying as Santa Claus across from him.

Recently, some people always say that Da Fan is very similar to him. They both led the team to win the championship in their second season of coaching the team, and there is a high probability of establishing a dynasty.

As a result, his reputation dropped a level.

Because everyone has discovered that championship coaches and dynasty coaches don’t seem to have any difficulties.

Just do your job well as a coach, handle the relationship with the players well, then find your big brother or daddy, hand over your tactical board, and just find a position to lie down.

During the Bulls' first three championships, there were many shots that Jackson gave to Jordan to play.

Comparatively, the difference between Zen masters and Dafan is that Zen masters pretend better and use some kind of religious cloak to package themselves, making them mysterious.

Zen Master was both angry and disdainful of such remarks - do they understand basketball? Do they know how troublesome it is to get along with superstars?

Everyone knows how to talk nonsense.

There are many honest people in the NBA, but how many honest people are there who can play well?

Only the coach himself understands the pain of the coach, except of course the idiot Santa Claus opposite!

On the court, after Sprewell came on the court, the Lakers' pressure on the defensive end dropped a lot.

Although Madman is 35 years old, his body is still quite strong. He only missed 2 games in the previous two seasons with the Timberwolves.

After coming to Los Angeles, he originally wanted to enjoy himself, but meeting a rookie who could threaten his "status" aroused his competitive spirit.

Madman, Artest, and Rodman are all the same thing. When they show off, they really show off, but if you give him a reason to fight, then they will really fight hard.

In order to keep the pressure on the little cannon, the madman who resumed exercise is in better shape than when he was with the Timberwolves.

Of course, the madman's speed cannot keep up.

But madmen are very open-minded. If you can't catch the sand, it's better to spread it. If you can't keep the person, just let him go.

Passed by Wade?

It doesn't matter, just make a fool of yourself when it's time to make a fool of yourself!

However, making a fool of yourself is a fool's errand, and the madman who loses no one but does not lose the team implements what it means to be a dwarf in action and a giant in words——

"You weakling and a coward, just shoot if you can, and continue to be your coward from beyond the three-point line. Come on, you have no ability. Come and have a chance with my big bird. Labor and management will beat you all over the floor."

Blossom, Mazefak!”

Hot knowledge, before, the Timberwolves three-headed monster, Madman, Hard Special, and Alien Cassel were all talkers.

The kind that goes to graves and burns family trees.

Mo Wen didn't know why he was facing Wade when he said this.

Maybe, maybe, maybe he is envious of the big contract he will sign in the future, accounting for 35% of the team's salary?

However, Mo Wen felt nothing at all when he heard the dirty words, and even felt quite bored.

It's all clichés, nothing new at all, and it doesn't even have a flow, so you have the nerve to speak.

Mo Wen wanted to open his mouth and give him the whole trick.

But when the words reached his throat, Mo Wen swallowed them down.

This is no longer a copy. It seems that many of the words such as Brother Ni cannot be said casually.

The lines I memorized before have no soul anymore.

Kobe, who was guarding Mo Wen, turned his head and glared at him dissatisfied.

This is my opponent. What are you trying to do to steal the spotlight? If you want to defend against him, you should have told me to switch defenses!

Standing behind labor and management, why do you have the nerve to call a dog?

But what Kobe didn't expect was that when he was distracted, the details were captured by Mo Wen.

Mo, who has no martial ethics, seizes the opportunity to collect the ball and is a golden rooster.

Kobe's reaction was very quick, but he only had time to close his eyes.

Swish——

Successfully stealing the chicken is great!

Looking at the falling basketball, he glanced back and forth between Mo Wen and Kuangren. For a moment, he didn't know who to direct his blood rage at.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be ganked by a teammate.

Paul off the court looked at the ceiling on the court and pretended not to see this wonderful goal.

He is now thinking about whether the upper limit he said when he made the bet was 1,000?

The Madman felt good today. After Cook's screen, he caught the ball and made a three-pointer.

He is also a three-pointer. He once set a record of 9 of 9 three-pointers. However, in the past two years when he played under Sanders in the Timberwolves, the three-pointer was gradually blocked - don't look at Sanders talking about it.

The banner of offensive basketball, he is also a master who does not want players to shoot three-pointers.

But when he came to the Lakers, the team needed his three-pointers again, so he picked them up again. The most important thing is that this skill can also severely suppress and ridicule A Pao who has not adapted to NBA three-pointers.

During the Heat's offensive round, Sprewell was kicked to the side of Mo Wen by a black-faced Kobe.

However, Mo Wen didn't plan to shoot a three-pointer this time.

Being able to compete on the same stage with players who have retired in time and space again is such a nice greeting.

Mo Wen has now scored 28 points, and scoring another two points is enough for him to complete his small goal of 30 points in a single quarter.

Wade is also looking for opportunities.

He has also scored 25 points, is three shy of double figures in rebounds, and is only one goal short of double figures in assists.

He also felt the eagerness of Ricky Davis and Sulla to force the board for a triple-double.

After scoring a 20-point triple-double or even a 30+ triple-double in the Christmas Day game broadcast live across the United States, wouldn’t all the headlines in tomorrow’s newspapers be his name?

It's very beautiful when you think about it.

Mo Wen scored a high score in a single quarter? Wasn't it all his assists?

"Old man, have you bought insurance?" Mo Wen patted Sprewell's arm with an American bully's smile on his face.

"Boy, are you threatening me? Haha, who do you think I am? When labor and management are playing ball and fighting with others, you don't know where you are. You'd better be careful. I won't rely on business contracts like you guys.

A hypocrite who eats is just as hypocritical as a hypocrite, and labor and management are very heavy-handed!"

Sprewell pouted, lifted the non-existent big gold chain around his neck, moved his shoulders twice, and grinned, showing his yellow teeth, just like the big brother in the slums.

Very good.

Who says black people don't know how to be considerate? Mo Wen was just thinking about how to overcome his pea-sized guilt when Sprewell's appearance gave him a push.

Players without the ball generally play low-confrontation positions. The only position that requires high-confrontation play without the ball is the inside position.

Mo Wen has always shown himself as an outside shooter, but he actually wanted to find an opportunity to show off his inside skills.

Who is the most famous short insider besides me?

Well, that's right, the number one power forward under 2 meters tall, the number one player in TNT - Barkley.

Although Mo Wen doesn't have the exaggerated butt and weight of Duke Bar, he has the same skills at the basket as Dameng.

Coupled with his top-notch power-generating skills and rounded off, it would be no problem to say that he is a [weight-loss version of Barkley].

The madman was still thinking about what little tricks he should use to torment Mo Wen, but he didn't expect a pain to hit him first.

Mo Wen actually took the initiative to contact him, and then headed inside against him?

Having lost the opportunity, the madman could only learn the tricks of his old teammate, try his best to parry Mo Wen's elbow, and then retreat deep into the basket using a strategy of fighting and retreating.

On this palm-sized court, he felt lost for the first time.

The inside players of both sides were stretched out on the outside - the Lakers replaced Mihm with Kwame Brown for impact, and the Heat replaced Mourning with Walker to increase space.

But he was on his way to the basket.

When Wade saw this scene, he was not in a hurry to attack.

During the Heat's internal training games, there were two great sights: O'Pang's second-rate ball-handling skills, and Mo Wen's first-rate low-post play.

It's just that the two of them don't usually use it in official competitions.

O'Pang's ball control may be a bit showy, but Mo Wen's low post play has no water at all.

Anyway, according to Ao Pang, Mo Wen only needs to gain a little weight, and his low post ability is not inferior to that of the Black Mamba in front of him.

And this Black Mamba is recognized as the point guard with the strongest offensive ability in the low post after Danzi.

Think about it, usually after Ao Pang catches the ball, if he scores within three movements, it will be regarded as an assist from Mo Wen. As long as Mo Wen doesn't ink, is it not appropriate for him to get an assist?

Sprewell, who couldn't stand Mo Wen's elbow and was lighter than Mo Wen, retreated in the middle of the fight and couldn't wait for support. The main reason was that Mo Wen chose a good position to cut in, and the inside players on both sides wanted to follow back to defend.

If you come over, you can only let go of the players in front of you. The Heat have two big men on the court with shooting ability, so they don't dare to gamble.

Kobe, who was letting Wade shoot three-pointers, had the conditions to support or switch defenses, but he was also afraid that Wade would take the opportunity to find Mo Wen's pick-and-roll and drive directly into the no-man's land at the basket.

In the fierce confrontation, the madman wearing a mask of pain can only grit his teeth to reduce the pain's invasion of the brain.

But this is just Mo Wen's off-ball offense.

After feinting to pass the ball to the inside corners on both sides, Wade handed the ball to Mo Wen.

Bang bang-boom! Bang bang-boom!

Mo Wen's back play was very rhythmic, but it was a pity that Sprewell couldn't hold on for two beats.

Feeling that the madman took the initiative to give up his defensive position, Mo Wen was not polite, jumped up and hit the board with a hook, and easily scored two points.

"Mo's post-up play against Latrell (Sprewell) couldn't stand up to him, 30 points! Mo became the second player to score 30 points in a single quarter this season. It's crazy. God, there wasn't a single free throw."

Festival 30 minutes!

Mo created a miracle, he is more magical and greater than Bryant's 30 points in a single quarter!"

Barkley shouted in the commentary room.

The on-site director also promptly switched the big screen above the arena to an interface showing Mo Wen's single-quarter scores.

"I've been wondering how many points Mo scored, and God, it's 30 points?"

"It's so accurate, so accurate! It's more accurate than a missile!"

"That's why I like to come to watch games live. Those stupid cameras can never capture his wonderful shooting arc!"

"This must be Mo's gift to the Miami fans!"

"There are 56 seconds left in the game, and he still has a chance to break the "Iceman's" single-quarter scoring record!"

No one cared about what moves Mo Wen used to score this time. Everyone only knew that Mo Wen had created a miracle and had a chance to break the record that was classified as a miracle.

Zen Master realized something and couldn't sit still. Kobe approached the referee first and asked for a timeout.

He just wanted to let the madman have a taste of Mo Wen's power, but something happened within the first two rounds of the madman.

"You can't, you can't, you absolutely can't let him score again, let him catch the ball, let him see the ball, everyone else can score, but that bitch must be guarded against me!"

Kobe and Zen Master reached an amazing tacit understanding at this moment.

Trailing by 15 points in the game, although there is still hope, it is already difficult to catch up. At this time, they would rather be further away from victory than become the backdrop for Mo Wen's record-breaking performance.

Paul, who had never been very convinced before, stared blankly at the big screen above.

He felt that it was absolutely a complete mistake for him to regard Mo Wen as the target of pursuit.

This guy is not a serious point guard!

As for the Heat, Mo Wen stopped acting and took the tactical board and arranged two cover tactics for himself.

At the same time, Ao Pang, who has a larger covering area, was also invited back to the field.

I'll break the record first if I have a chance.

"Mo!" "Mo!" "Mo!"

The fans on the sidelines also cheered Mo Wen desperately.

After the timeout, the Lakers still have the ball.

Jackson was afraid that Paul was too young and would not be stable, so he did not replace him. Kobe held the ball and kept wandering aside to waste time.

Mo Wen tried several times to steal but failed. He didn't start dribbling until there were 5 seconds left in the round, and finally took action while looking at the time clock.

In order to avoid Mo Wen's steal and block, the completion of this goal was not high.

A bunch of people crowded towards the basket like crazy, but it was O'Pang who got the rebound with his bigger body.

Kobica got stuck in front of Mo Wen and wanted to prevent Mo Wen from catching the ball.

O'Pang also knew very well. Instead of passing it directly to Mo Wen, he passed it to Wade next to him and smashed the ball to Mo Wen's side.

The ball was passed with a bit of force. Mo Wen ran and fought, and finally caught the basketball before it went out of bounds.

Mo Wen used a fake move to shake Kobe, who was gritting his teeth. Mo Wen turned around and found a space to escape from the other side.

However, the rest of the Lakers defended very hard.

As soon as Mo Wen and Kobe struggled to the basket, Lakers players appeared on both sides.

Mo Wen, who is used to hitting crucial goals, didn't panic.

They danced before the siege was formed.

In the real and fake movements, Mo Wen really found an opening.

After fighting for a while and pushing away the annoying Kobe, Mo Wen raised his hand and picked the basket in an unpretentious manner and sent the basketball to the basket.

The basketball entered the frame, and Mo Wenye domineeringly pushed away the Lakers players on the left and right to appear in the camera.

He didn't do anything to celebrate. He put his index finger to his mouth with one hand, made a downward movement with the other hand, and pointed at the timer.

There are 29 seconds left.

Amazingly, the audience at the scene cooperated with Mo Wen and suppressed the excitement in their throats.

The confidence Mo Wen showed at this moment made them willing to believe it.

The Lakers players who also witnessed all this felt shrouded in an unspeakable fear.

Why can't they stop Mo Wen even after they've gone to that extent?

Jackson didn't call another timeout, he chose to hand the game over to Kobe.

Kobe is the only Laker on the court who still has unwillingness and anger written on his face.

Back again, it was still Kobe who was holding the ball and stalling for time.

But this time the Heat chose to attack from a double attack, forcing Kobe to score the ball.

The Heat are acting morally right now by not fouling Kobe.

Think about the later descendants of Mamba. For the sake of records, they didn't blush when they fell behind.

Faced with the siege of three people, Kobe persisted for a few seconds before sending the ball out.

In just a few rounds, the madman lost his previous arrogance.

Seeing a Heat player running toward him, he was like a frightened bird, frantically pulling the ball and running aside.

There seemed to be a walk in the middle, but the referee hesitated and didn't call it.

Stern, who was in front of the TV, smashed the table when he saw this.

Why are you pretending to be a holy mother at this time? Let Mo go and set the record!

This is the Christmas game that the whole country is paying attention to. If it can set a record at this time, the NBA's heat meter will explode!

This hot potato was dumped on Odom.

The Heat players surrounded him from both sides again.

It felt like there were people everywhere, and Odom was in a panic. He didn't know where to pass the ball, so he threw the ball toward the basket by mistake.

Surprisingly, the goal went in.

But no one on the Lakers showed happy emotions.

They gave the Heat... Mo Wen 10 seconds!

Before he had time to accuse Odom, Kobe cursed and quickly returned to defense.

But this time, someone finally remembered Mo Wen's super long three-pointer.

After halftime, Kobe ran to Mo Wen, but Mo Wen did not get the ball.

It is too easy to get targeted with the ball at this time.

After halftime, the Heat players consciously set up a screen for Mo Wen.

The Lakers' pursuit was also very tenacious.

The five people on the field paid no attention to anyone else and just stared at Mo Wen.

It felt like they wanted to join hands and form a human wall to isolate Mo Wen in the stadium.

Of course, the specifics are not that exaggerated. Except for Kobe, no one else has that much anger and fighting spirit.

"Mo is running, he is still running, trying to find a suitable opportunity to catch the ball and shoot!"

"Kobe and Latrell are chasing and surrounding him, and they won't let themselves become the background so easily!"

"Mo caught the ball behind O'Neal. No one could interfere with him except O'Neal in front of him!"

"Hit! Kobe failed to block it, and Mo Wen, under the cover of O'Neal, hit the mid-range shot that represents a miracle!"

"After 23 years, a new layer has finally been extended on the dusty divine ladder. After scoring 34 points in a single quarter and setting a new assist record in the finals, Mo Wen left his name in the long history of the NBA.

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"Let's chant his name! More—WIN!!"

Mo Wen opened his arms and looked like the angel radiating holy light in the church.

O'Neal, who was equally excited, took off his jersey. What made him a little confused was that it was no longer his No. 34 jersey, but No. 32.

What a pity.

At this moment, a No. 2 jersey appeared next to his hand.

"Here, let's hang it up for him!" Payton took his No. 2 jersey and hung it on Mo Wen's left and right arms, one on the left and the other on O's No. 32 jersey, like flags.

However, they still felt that it was not enough, so they leaned down and lifted Mo Wen up.

The fans on the sidelines were all standing on their seats. In this atmosphere, no one could sit still.

Crazy!

The emotions that Mo Wen had asked them to suspend just now were like springs being pressed down, bursting out even more violently at this moment.

They witnessed the birth of miracles and even "interacted" with them.

This gave them a strong sense of involvement.

Today's ticket was only twice as expensive, and the Heat boss even cried!

34 points in a single quarter.

Although the nominal competition is not over yet, in reality the competition is over.

Kobe beat his depressed chest and looked helplessly at the celebrating Heat team.

He currently has 40 points.

There is definitely a chance for O'Brien to see him score 50 points tonight.

As long as he can score 50 points, no matter whether he wins or loses, it is equivalent to him defeating Ou Pang.

But now, all these are meaningless.

The fact that he scored 50 points was at best a footnote to Mo Wen's miracle.

Winning can reverse everything.

But look at the 17-point difference, his haggard teammates, and Mo Wen, who replaced him and sat on O'Pang.

It’s so tiring, but I still have to try.

After a short celebration, the fourth quarter arrived as scheduled.

What no one expected was that Kobe was still trying to lead the team forward when everyone else had lost their nerve.

He is still so passionate and works hard for every ball.

Even when it comes to garbage time scores, different people's mental states are different.

Some people can give you the feeling that they really want to fight again, while others make you feel that they are just doing it for the data.

The difference is not a subjective double standard, but depends on their objective efforts on the defensive end.

If you are behind, being willing to sacrifice on the offensive end is nothing, but if you are willing to maintain aggression on the defensive end like a role player, that is the real desire to win.

Mo Wen did not let himself go because of the ten-point lead. His rich experience of being overturned made him always respect these top scorers.

When Kobe wanted to persevere, Mo Wen stayed with him.

In the final quarter, Mo Wen and Kobe played for another 7 minutes. Both scored 50 points before hugging each other and leaving the game.

(Wade: So you really aren’t just brushing each other off honestly during garbage time?)

After the game, O'Brien originally wanted to have a touching scene of "forgiveness and reconciliation" with Kobe.

But Kobe saw the two jerseys in O'Pang's hands from a distance, and hurriedly left with a dark face without looking back.

He hates 34, both in the past and today.

It’s too late to unpack the chapter.

Set yourself a goal that is destined to be criticized by you. It can also be regarded as motivation for yourself. I will update it at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning...

(End of chapter)