basketball never sleeps

Chapter 87 The sun has set, good night.(5K)

When it comes to the ability to control the rhythm, Wade is still a bit behind. Nash tempted him a little, and the kid couldn't help but follow suit.

Wade: As long as I'm fast enough, O'Fatty's murderous eyes won't be able to catch up with me.

Therefore, young people need to exercise, just like learning to drive and practice shifting gears. They have to take their time. Putting fifth gear at the start does not mean that you have to shake the car and turn it off when you start.

After Mo Wen came on the field, O'Neal finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of his little brother, he certainly couldn't say no, but he couldn't stand it just now after going through several rounds with no results.

"Dwyane, when you play, you can't just look at yourself. You have to consider your teammates together. We are a whole. McQueen also learned to consider his teammates in order to achieve success."

Mo Wen stood by and taught Wade like a veteran.

Wade nodded reluctantly. He knew that he was indeed a little over the top. When you see someone scoring easily on a fast break, you can't help but keep up.

Then he was cut off by the trader.

However, Wade was convinced in his heart, but his mouth was still tough.

"Have you ever played with McQueen?"

Mo Wen didn't say anything else, just smiled and shook his head. To say that he had actually played ball with Gang Leader Qiao, and played many times.

Just two days ago, he selected a nightmare copy, [1989 Eastern Conference Finals], in which he played Pippen in 6 games with Joe.

3 wins and 1 loss, and the remaining 2 games were directly canceled due to fights with Ma Hong and Ranbir.

It can be said that among the current players, he should be the one who knows the strength of the Peak Joe leader best.

The way to ascend to the throne is very simple, you don't even need to be a winner to do it, but if you want to ascend to the altar, only the winner of the winner can set foot on the long staircase that reaches the sky.

After Mo Wen came on the court, Nash watched helplessly as the game returned to the rhythm of the first half.

For a team like the Suns, it would be enough for the Heat to play "carrot squat" in singles with Ou Pang and Wade.

Marion has help defense, and it's not weak, but the Suns coaching staff isn't very good at using it yet.

D'Antoni and Larry Brown are two extremes, one wants to defend but not attack, the other only wants to attack but not defend.

The Suns' defensive tactics are, at best, quick rotations, but at worst, they are man-to-man switching. Because there are too many defensive holes, they simply don't protect the defensive weaknesses.

After three quarters, the two teams were tied at 89:89.

In the fourth quarter, the Suns continued to defeat the main force, while Da Fan made a small rotation under the persuasion of the assistant coaching team and Mo Wen.

Substitute Rasul and Haslem and replace them with Damon Jones and Da Zhi.

Suns players are used to playing 40 minutes per game, but the Heat usually rotate a lot.

"Quietly, Xiao Mo has scored 35 points today, breaking his career scoring record. If nothing else happens, there is a high probability that he will break the Chinese record set by Yao last season in the fourth quarter.

A player's highest scoring record of 41 points." Zhang Weiping's eyes were full of expectations.

"Friends in front of the TV can call the fans who have not watched the game to watch and witness this moment together. Mo Wen rested for a while in the third quarter. Physical fitness should not be a problem. As long as the two teams can maintain their current situation

With the intensity of offense and defense, it is not difficult for Mo Wen to score 40 points." Sun Zhengping also said.

The commentator's words reminded domestic fans that today is Saturday, and they might be too lazy to get up, so they started calling their friends.

40 points, isn't this kind of crazy scoring game much more exciting than football?

Returning from the fourth quarter, Nash breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his defender had become Damon Jones.

Immediately he rewarded himself with a singles breakthrough, breaking away from Damon Jones' mediocre defense. Nash attracted Wade's defense and then passed the ball to Quentin on the outside, hitting a three-pointer.

After Mo Wen dribbled the ball past half court, he handed the ball to Wade, and he followed Dazhi's screen and pulled away.

Johnson was unable to catch up, leaving Mo Wen empty outside the three-point line. Wade wanted to play a cool game and passed the ball behind his head, but he didn't expect it to go in a wrong direction, so Mo Wen could only run outside again.

Take a step to catch the ball.

Looking at Jonson who was chasing him, Mo Wen did not hesitate, jumped sideways, and shot directly from an open space two steps away from the three-point line.

The basketball drew a high arc and entered the net hollowly.

The two teams tied again at 92:92, and Mo Wen's score reached 38 points.

A certain mature teenager far away in Cleveland bit his fingernails in front of the TV. He is the only rookie in the 2003 class who has scored 40+ points. He scored 41 points once last season, and last month he played against a team that had many players absent.

He also scored 43 points in the Pistons, but watching this game, he felt like he was going to be blown away.

In the Suns' round, Nash led the fast break and gave the ball to Stoudemire on the side. Da Zhi came over to intercept Stoudemire's dunk path. Stoudemire did not go to the basket to fight hard but distributed the ball to Ma, who was left open in the mid-range.

Lyon.

Marion hit a big two-point jumper.

The most famous thing about "Hacker" besides his wingspan is his weird "38-style" shooting action that looks like a women's basketball team. When he shoots the ball, his arms basically don't exert any force, and he relies entirely on his wrist to throw the ball, and

The release point is very low, just above the head, and the shooting speed is very fast. Although it doesn't look good, it is surprisingly accurate in actual combat.

Mo Wen once again held the ball and advanced steadily, and after O'Neal completed his position, he passed it to Wade.

"Don't give the ball to Wade. Doesn't he know that he is about to score 40 points?" Kenny Smith said unexpectedly.

Other players on the field were also very surprised by Mo Wen's move. They all knew that Mo Wen was only one goal away from completing his milestone.

Especially Wade, who was holding the ball, couldn't help but turn his head and look at Mo Wen.

This guy obviously loves data so much, how come he can still be so calm at this critical moment?

And O'Neal, who was on the inside, had already thought about the script for the post-game interview.

In this situation, a certain guard would rather shoot ten irons later than have to shoot by himself. However, Mo Wen handed the ball to his teammates at this time. This is the gap between realm and consciousness.

Mo Wen felt the slightly strange looks from other people on the court, but his mentality didn't change much.

At first, he had the idea of ​​​​swiping away, but now he just wants to win.

In this situation, he can still be attractive without holding the ball. The most important thing is to use his containment effect and help the team win the game first.

Winning numbers are good numbers, losing numbers are meaningless.

In the next 3 minutes, the Suns indeed increased their defensive attention on Mo Wen, which also caused a large number of gaps in their already weak defense.

Wade, O'Neal and Eddie Jones seized the opportunity and scored one after another, helping the Heat gain a 5-point lead.

"Xiao Mo has played so selflessly and reasonably these past few times. He always attracted the defense and left opportunities to his teammates. In those few balls just now, I felt that he had no chance to play by himself. To say that we fans still have

I hope to see some unreasonable situations." Zhang Lili said in the studio, feeling very itchy in his heart.

"Maybe Xiao Mo wants to win the game first. This is also a kind of self-confidence, no less than two minutes." Sun Zhengping guessed Mo Wen's thoughts.

Mo Wen didn't let everyone wait too long. When everyone thought he could play team basketball, Mo Wen unlocked his 40-point career achievement with a "bald arrow" from beyond the three-point line.

Seeing Mo Wen's photo and score displayed on the home screen, the fans on the sidelines also gave Mo Wen timely cheers and applause.

Wade high-fived Mo Wen angrily. He also had a chance to unlock this achievement in the previous game against the 76ers, but he didn't take advantage of it.

However, Mo Wen's performance was not over yet, as if the cork had been opened.

In the next two rounds, he hit Nash with his back once and made a mid-range shot, and once caused a foul on Quentin's defender, pushing his score to 45 points.

The Heat also lead the Suns by 7 points, 107:100.

Seeing that there was still half a quarter left, D'Antoni felt something was wrong, so he called a timeout.

Dafan was a little hesitant when holding the tactical board. As a head coach who likes to emphasize discipline, he hopes the team can win and continue the team's winning streak rather than the players scoring high scores.

"Mo, you..."

"I understand, I still play according to the tactics. If I have the chance, I will shoot. If I don't have the chance, I won't force it. Winning is the most important thing." Mo Wen saw Da Fan's dilemma and said very understandingly.

On the other side, the Suns coaching staff had a heated discussion for a long time, and the final result was that Marion reluctantly came to Mo Wen again.

Marion felt terrible. The same formula, the same taste, and this situation gave him a sense of deja vu from the previous Olympic bronze medal match.

Looking at Marion's bitter face, Mo Wen suddenly wanted to laugh.

"What a coincidence, Sean."

Marion smiled awkwardly as if crying.

Then he got very energetic and followed the tasks given to him by the coaching staff, ignoring other people and just staring at Mo Wen.

What he didn't know was that even if he didn't guard Mo Wen seriously, he would not focus on the attack in the next period due to physical distribution. Mo Wen was brought up not long after the break in the third quarter and has played for 38 minutes now.

For the two goals he scored just now, Mo Wen felt that he was not consuming blue bars, but blood bars.

It seemed that the Suns' arrangement had an effect. In the next 4 minutes, the situation changed suddenly.

The Suns used fast breaks to win consecutive games, while Wade on the Heat's side made two consecutive strikes. O'Neal made 0 of 2 free throws, allowing the Suns to recover the 5-point difference.

The Heat have just changed the lineup to the starting lineup, but it can't change the fatigue of O'Neal and Mo Wen.

If it were a positional confrontation, Mo Wen and O'Neal would be able to withstand it with gritted teeth.

But my physical fitness has declined, and I really can't keep up in competitions.

Under the camera, O'Neal was sweating profusely and his eyes were lifeless, while Mo Wen was also walking three steps, one step, two steps, and trying to hold on.

The home fans were still cheering loudly for them, but the Heat players seemed increasingly powerless.

Although the Suns' players were not much better, the hope of a comeback still gave them endless motivation. There were 70 seconds left in the game and a 2-point difference, which was not difficult for the Suns.

Especially Marion and Quentin, they felt extremely excited when they thought that Mo Wen's score could be turned into an empty score.

Da Fan had just called a timeout to let the players take a breath and at the same time had a chicken soup meal, but he was also worried about how effective it would be.

"Dwyane, help me cover in a moment and leave the rest to me." Mo Wen patted Wade on the shoulder.

"Do you still have physical strength?" Looking at Mo Wen's heaving chest, Wade asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you ask me if I've seen Michael Knock play? Next, I'll let you see how Mike Knock plays."

Mo Wen hammered his legs, which were a little numb from running.

If it were someone else, if his physical fitness collapsed, he might really collapse, but for him who was fighting in the dungeon every night to the point of collapse.

There is still room for maneuver.

At the end of the timeout, Wade held the ball and advanced to halftime. After a moment of hesitation, he gave the ball to Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was taking time by walking and dribbling from the outside, and Marion, who was defending Mo Wen, followed patiently, but from his twinkling eyes and restless toes, we could tell that he had an idea.

"Remember the last shot I made in the Olympics? They shouldn't have sent you to defend me. It was too cruel." Mo Wen said with a hint of pity.

After hearing this, Marion's expression suddenly dropped, and he narrowed his eyes and replied, "No one will fall at the same place twice."

After saying this, Marion couldn't help but lean forward and press forward, and at the same time, a pair of long arms stretched towards the basketball on Mo Wen's side.

Mo Wen did not panic. He turned sideways to block the position with his elbow, reached his shoulder to the left and pretended to start. Without waiting for Marion to react, he reached out with his right foot, used his elbow to free Marion's right arm, and made a silky smooth move.

He turned around and escaped from Marion's defensive cover.

After taking two steps inside, facing Quentin who was coming to help defend, Mo Wen changed hands with the ball and shot a horseback arrow.

The basketball hit the board, widening the point difference to 4 points. Mo Wen's personal score also reached 47 points.

However, before the Heat fans could be happy for long, Nash also took the risk and shot a three-pointer from one step outside the three-point line.

Mo Wen was interfered with, but it didn't work.

With 40 seconds left, the score difference was only 1 point.

"Keep it up, keep it up!"

Da Fan shouted uneasily next to him.

Wade controlled the ball for half the game and decided to hit the ball himself. He defeated the Hornets in the playoffs last season, and he is also confident in his key ball ability.

Dong Dong——

There was nothing fancy, as soon as Hardaway's killer changed direction, Wade shook off Quentin who was guarding him, broke into the paint, and then finished with a close-range pick before Stoudemire returned to defense.

24 seconds, 3 points difference.

The home fans immediately burst into explosive cheers, and Wade also raised his arms in excitement.

It's me at this critical moment.

And the Suns didn't give up. D'Antoni was afraid of interrupting the rhythm and didn't even call the last timeout.

Faced with the Heat's pursuit and interception, Nash chose to trust his teammates, jumped up and smashed the ball into the Heat's half.

Johnson also stepped up and chased the ball. Haslem, who was coming over from the side, didn't hesitate and shot a three-pointer.

Swish——

This shot seemed to hit the heart of American Airlines Arena.

In just a few seconds, the situation was reversed again.

The score is tied again with 18 seconds left on the clock

"Incredible game. The Suns and Heat are indeed the top two teams in the league. There will be no winner until the last moment of the game!" Barkley shouted in the commentary room.

"It's so exciting. I never imagined that today's game would end like this. The Heat called a timeout. It seems they need to prepare the next final attack." Kenny Smith also let out a breath.

Da Fan rubbed his temples. This game was more exciting than the playoffs last season.

"My free throws are the most accurate. Let me hold the ball this round."

Mo Wen took the towel and wiped his sweat, but still remained calm.

"We still have to press time. Anyway, if we can't score in the end, we will go to overtime." Da Fan thought for a while and nodded. "As for the specific tactics, we will use reverse cut screens... Of course, whether we can win or not is up to you.

judge."

Da Fan patted Mo Wen on the shoulder.

Mo Wen scored 47 points, but no one will mention it now. Winning is the most important thing.

On the Suns side, D'Antoni rejected the option of foul tactics after discussing with his assistant coaches.

After the timeout, the Heat chose to serve from the backcourt, almost waiting for 8 seconds before coming to the frontcourt.

Looking at the 10-second countdown on the scoreboard, Mo Wen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a perverted smile.

This fucking thing is so exciting.

Mo Wen stood outside the three-point line, just like the last moment of the Olympic game, dribbling the ball with his left and right hands alternately in a very rhythmic manner.

Seeing the nightmare-like luck control in front of him, Marion gritted his teeth, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Haslem, who was covering at a 45° angle to Mo Wen's right. His heart trembled.

At the same time, Wade, who was sinking in the bottom corner, suddenly lifted up, bypassed Haslem and was about to cut inside.

Just as Mo Wen made a Samgold push ball movement, Marion noticed the details behind him and stretched out his hand to intercept the basketball. However, Mo Wen didn't expect that Mo Wen's other hand would gently move back the ball.

Turned to the other side.

Seeing Mo Wen step out with his left foot and tilting his upper body sharply, Marion quickly tilted his body to make up for it.

However, it was only after he moved his body that he noticed the smile at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth.

Isn’t it?!

Mo Wen stopped, collected the ball and pulled it back.

Marion turned his center and pivot foot sideways, trying to use his strength to turn around, but with a twist, he lost his balance and sat on the floor.

In Marion's desperate eyes, Mo Wen didn't look at him anymore, but stared at the timer on the backboard, rushing to throw the basketball before the last second.

Swish——

Mo Wen put both hands on one side of his face and tilted his head.

"The sun has set, good night."

(End of chapter)