NBA: A three-point experience card at the beginning

Mitchell dribbled the ball through the frontcourt and saw that Wang Yi had already returned to the three-point line.

He couldn't initiate a fast break.

He tried to challenge Wang Yi, but when he thought of this guy's terrifying lateral speed, he gave up.

If you can't score and get an offensive foul instead, the gain will outweigh the loss.

It would be better to wait for Gobert to come back and continue playing pick-and-rolls with a higher success rate.

So after all the Jazz players returned, he planned to play a pick-and-roll with Gobert.

But when the Lakers are playing hard, basically whenever Mitchell picks and rolls, two people are desperately chasing Mitchell.

It is very difficult for him to even pass the ball.

He tried twice in a row, and on the third time, he finally found the opportunity.

After the pick-and-roll, under the double-team of two people, the ball was passed through the gap and passed towards Gobert.

Gobert was feeling angry at this time.

Seeing this ball coming towards the fortress, he immediately became energetic.

As long as he gets the ball, he will dunk into an unguarded empty basket.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out like a ghost and struck the ball.

This hand has neither white skin nor black skin.

But he is unique in the league, with yellow skin!

Bang!

A soft sound.

Although this hand did not catch the ball, it changed the trajectory of the ball.

The basketball bounced on Gobert's wrist and flew out of the baseline.

The audience at the scene immediately screamed in shock.

"oh no——"

The Jazz made a mistake!

The Jazz made a mistake at the most critical moment.

This was completely unacceptable to the 20,000 fans present.

"SB referee!"

"Damn it, Gobert, are you sleepwalking?"

"This damn Oriental, he is simply a devil!"

scolding the referee;

scolding team members;

Scold your opponent!

And it's merciless.

That's the thing about Salt Lake City fans.

There are still 18 seconds left on the clock.

The score was tied at 121.

The Lakers head coach used up the last timeout.

The first is to lay out offensive tactics.

The second is to give Wang Yi some relief.

At this time, Wang Yi collapsed on the bench after coming off the field.

His face was frighteningly pale.

Big beads of sweat rolled down my face and body.

He lowered his head, and every time he took a breath, he seemed to be using up his last bit of strength.

A bead of sweat swayed on the tip of his nose.

Reflecting the lights in the arena.

Snap!

It fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

His hair was already soaked, but it stood straight up.

Like the spikes on a hedgehog.

James and Vogel pressed on his shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right.

"King, how is it?"

James' voice was a little deep.

This kind of competition even moved him.

Wang Yi seemed to be out of breath.

After half a minute, he replied: "No... no problem..."

Vogel sighed softly.

Said: "King, the last attack will be..."

"Give me the ball!"

Wang Yi, who was already exhausted, suddenly turned his head and looked at the coach when he heard the coach's words.

At this point in the game, he was already on top.

The last time he said this, it was in a consultative tone.

But this time, there was a sense of determination in his tone.

Obviously, he is not Kobe.

His qualifications and status in the team are far from enough to say this.

Obviously, the coach is more rational at this time.

He can grasp the pulse of the game better and look at the game more rationally than Wang Yi who is competing at the top.

However, Wang Yi, who is fighting hard, can no longer care about this.

He has scored four goals in a row.

This last goal is crucial.

No matter what, he must score!

So give me the damn ball!

James next to him looked at Wang Yi who was almost exhausted from exhaustion, but in his mind was the shadow of the man he once was.

That man has an almost paranoid desire for victory.

At the last moment, he would say, "Give me the damn ball."

Regardless of whether the final result is victory or defeat.

He will end the game himself!

This is the Mamba Mentality.

James played more rationally at the last minute and was closer to victory.

But that man fought with more passion and heroism at the last moment.

And now, this Chinese man's body is full of that man's shadow.

James was momentarily distracted.

After a moment, he turned to the coach and nodded slightly.

Head coach Vogel is an open coach.

And at this time, Wang Yi scored four times in a row, and the offensive efficiency was as described in a Chinese online novel - terrifying.

Perhaps giving the ball to Wang Yi is the best choice.

At the same time, the Jazz head coach also made arrangements for the players:

"If No. 1 gets the ball, you have to make a double-team first and let him pass the ball. But you can never really double-team him."

At this time, if there is a double team, Wang Yi will pass the ball out.

Other Jazz players will face a three-on-four situation.

At such a critical moment, the Lakers must not be given this opportunity.

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away in New York, in a luxury apartment building.

Durant slammed the game controller into the sofa again and drank red wine again.

The bearded man on the bed pointed at the TV screen:

"It's the last 18 seconds and the two sides are tied."

Durant turned his head and looked at the big screen.

The bearded man smiled and asked: "Kevin, how do you think the Lakers will handle this last attack?"

Durant poured himself a glass of red wine.

"I don't know how they handle it, but if it were me, I'd take a jump shot."

The most terrible shots are often made with the simplest shooting methods.

The God of Death doesn't need to be fancy.

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on site.

Players from both sides took to the field again.

The 20,000 spectators also stood up.

Time: last 18 seconds.

Score: 121 draws.

Lakers offense.

Pope served the baseline ball.

Wang Yi catches the ball.

This was beyond the expectations of the Jazz players.

Wang Yi has almost never advanced with the ball before.

They hesitated for a moment, wondering whether they should double-team the Lakers in the backcourt.

Just because of this hesitation, Wang Yi has already accelerated towards the frontcourt.

They quickly chased after him.

Wang Yi came to the frontcourt with 12 seconds remaining.

He was in no hurry to attack.

Mitchell and Conley came over, seemingly trying to double-team.

Wang Yi made a pass fake with one hand.

In fact, he didn't intend to pass the ball at all, he was just paralyzing the opponent.

Sure enough, Conley quickly retreated to guard Caruso.

At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly launched.

He accelerated, turned right, and passed Mitchell.

Get to the free throw line.

This time, Gobert was very careful when he came to cover up the defense.

The position is locked, and at the same time, it is prevented from being passed by Wang Yi's ball, and it is also necessary to prevent being passed by Wang Yi's crotch.

Seeing that Wang Yi couldn't get past him, he collected the ball with his right hand.

But Gobert had already covered him, leaving him no room to take action.

Wang Yi saw Gobert mentioning it too much and had an idea.

Move your hands to the right and fake a pass.

When Gobert relaxed, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the ball high towards the backboard.

This is not a normal shooting position.

Gobert is a little strange, what is this guy doing?

However, at this moment, Wang Yi suddenly started.

Passed by Gobert's side and suddenly entered the inside lane.

Conley had quick eyesight and quick hands at this time. When he saw Wang Yi throwing the ball high towards the backboard, he already knew what he was going to do.

Wang Yi is trying to throw himself into trouble.

Conley quickly returned behind Gobert and blocked Wang Yi's path.

He won't let this guy succeed.

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[Don't worry, don't worry, this game is indeed too long. It will end in the next chapter. I will not write such a long game in the future. I actually enjoyed writing it because it was too long, but you are tired from reading it.

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