Nba: Body Of Steel, Reshape The Glory Of The Green Army

"Defensively, the lads are doing a good job, we keep pressing, give them intensity! Give them pressure! They can't take it anymore, they've been dragged down by us, we've got the upper hand! Go for it."

As players from both sides walked onto the court, the Celtics three stood in a straight line near the free throw line, Lin Long in the middle, Bowen and Big Ben on both sides, and Curry in the far corner. To add space to the team, Billups stood out of bounds, ready to serve.

With the referee's whistle, Billups got the basketball.

Big Ben and Bowen took a step towards the top of the arc at the same time, standing side by side in a row, Lin Long passed through the gap between the two at an extremely fast speed, and the two of them immediately moved towards each other again, putting the Fill in the gap.

Mashburn and Mourning were all blocked by this blow. When they wanted to bypass the screen and continue to guard Lin Long, Lin Long had already reached the top of the arc and caught the basketball.

Then Billups, who was out of bounds, rushed over immediately, and after taking a cover with Lin Long, he took Isaiah away, who had been chasing hard, leaving only Lin Long and the exhausted Hardaway. one.

Naturally, Lin Long would not waste such an opportunity, nor would he hesitate. After he pressed another step towards the 3-point line, he pulled it straight out of the 3-point line.

The exhausted "240" Hardaway, who was already short, a head shorter than Lin Long, was exhausted.

His defense was useless and barely had any impact on Lin Long.

"Shh!

This was an easier goal than training, Lin Long made a steady hit, and the point difference returned to 3 points.

What's more, it only took 5 seconds for the ball to go from launch to launch!

With 42 seconds left in the game, the Celtics suddenly had more choices.

They can guard for 24 seconds, can continue to play quick offensive and defensive rounds, and they can also foul early to stop time.

After all, 3 points is a score that can be caught up in one round!

Riley did not choose to call a timeout. He only had one last short timeout left in his hand. Riley decided to wait and use it when it was more important.

The Celtics continued their full court press.

And at this time of the game, everyone put out 12 points of energy, tried their best to interfere and defend their defenders, and Big Ben kept jumping, falling, jumping, and falling.

Mourning, who was serving the ball, was blocked a lot by Big Ben, and was struggling to find a teammate who could catch the ball steadily.

But time passed quickly, and the Heat players had no chance to run. Seeing that they would violate the rule for five seconds, Mo Ning was even about to call the last timeout to stabilize the situation when a voice came over.

"give me!""

It's Hardaway!

Hardaway, who had just been bullied face-to-face by Lin Long, finally ran out of a space with difficulty.

Hardaway grabbed the ball, took a deep breath, barely lifted his last breath, picked a direction, and immediately accelerated and dashed.

This time it started so fast and suddenly!

Lin Long didn't expect Hardaway to be able to burst out with power, and he was actually passed over, but Lin Long reacted very quickly, and immediately turned around to catch up, and followed Hardaway relentlessly.

As long as they cross the center line, they can consume another 17-8 seconds!

Time is on the side of the Heat.

But just when Hardaway crossed the center line and relaxed a little, trying to stabilize the rhythm first, Lin Long, who had been chasing after him, finally caught up, and seeing Hardaway seemed to have stopped, Lin Long was rude, Pulled it out from behind.

After all, Hardaway has reached the limit of his energy and energy, and now he is forcing himself to continue running on the field. His reaction has long since slowed down, he didn't notice Lin Long behind him at all, or he simply forgot that there was another Lin Long behind him.

This time, Lin Long stabbed straight.

The basketball went directly out of Hardaway's control and rolled toward the 3-point line.

Billups, who had been tense and ready to go, was the quickest to see the opportunity. He caught up with the basketball in two steps and was the first to control the entire basketball. At the same time, he threw the basketball toward the front court without even thinking about it.

There is only one person in the frontcourt, and it is Lin Long!

After Lin Long stabbed Hardaway's dribble, he noticed that Billups was the closest, and he faced the basketball directly, so he had the best chance of controlling the ball.

So when Lin Long just started Billups, he turned around and ran toward the Heat's basket.

Billups' passing is much more comfortable than Curry's, and Lin Long doesn't even need to step after receiving the ball.

Pulling it up directly is a two-handed dunk!

Only 1 point left!

And time, there are 35 seconds.

The Celtics can work hard to prevent the next one, even if 24 seconds are exhausted, they still have 13 seconds to arrange a tactic and make a final attack with ample time.

Of course, the premise is that they must defend!

Riley's last short pause was finally called out at this time.

The team's performance in the last 3 minutes made him furious!

Looking at the low-level mistakes one after another, and the wrong choices one after another, he no longer dared to let the players dribble past the half court.

"After the training, I will give this group of guys a good wave of physical and strength training!"

Riley thought, laying out his final tactics.

If there is no accident, he also needs to arrange two rounds of tactics of one attack and one defense.

"Give the ball to Alonzo!"

Riley could no longer trust the exhausted Hardaway and Mashburn, who had been pinned down by Lin Long for two full games.

"Tim, you control the situation at the top of the arc, Isaiah and Leonard, the two of you are on the same side of the bottom corner and the 45 degree angle, give me the space completely! Alonzo, you are in Find a good position inside. Mashburn, you have the ball at a 45-degree angle on the other side, and Alonzo is here to play a small 2-on-2! Final finish, to Alonzo! Any questions? ' asked Riley.

"no problem!

The Heat team shouted together to boost their morale again.

When the two sides walked on the court together again, Lin Long saw the opposing lineup and suddenly grabbed Ben and said, "Ben, they are playing a big and a small, and only Mourning is an insider. 35

"So what?" Big Ben didn't know what Lin Long wanted to say.

"So their tactic must be to completely open up the space, and then let Mourning play one-on-one in the low post! Defend, if you defend Mourning in the last attack, the entire league can see your strength and talent, even if You're not here next year, and there will be plenty of teams that will give you contracts and status!"

"Lin!" Wallace stood straight: "I'm not going anywhere! I'll be where you are.

"Defend this ball first!

After Lin Long punched Wallace, he went where he should be...

The Heat's serve tactics are nothing fancy. Isaiah and Leonard serve one after another, and then Leonard quickly distributes the ball to Hardaway. The two consciously sank to where they should go. .

Hardaway stabilized the situation a little at the top of the arc. Before Lin Long came up, he gave the ball to Mashburn. While Mashburn got the ball, Mourning already had the advantage in the hand-to-hand fight with Big Ben. With one hand facing backwards, he held Big Ben tightly, and the other hand held up for the ball.

After Mashburn scored quickly, he moved to the other side, giving Mourning as much space as possible to single.

In the face of Big Ben, Mourning has a full psychological advantage!

He first sat down heavily towards the back for a few times, but Daben also mustered up his strength, put his hands on his chest, and he resisted it so hard that he didn't take a step back!

But then, Mo Ning turned around quickly and hurriedly, and directly bypassed Big Ben and wiped it towards the basket. Big Ben also reacted very quickly, and after moving his footsteps continuously, he blocked Mo Ning again.

The basketball in Mo Ning's hand slammed heavily on the ground again, Mo Ning hugged the basketball with both hands and jumped, and his shoulder hit Big Ben's chest again.

This time Mo Ning tried his best!

He is determined to score the final attack of the game!

But Big Ben still clenched his teeth and held it tight, his feet were steadied, and he didn't take a step back!

"Nice job! He can't do anything!" Lin Long, who had been watching the inside line, shouted excitedly. This shot Mourning had already died, and there was no other way than to pass it or force it.

After resisting Mo Ning, Big Ben raised his hands high, covering the angle and sight of Mo Ning's shot as much as possible.

Only the last 5 seconds left to attack!

Mo Ning knew that he had no time to hesitate any longer. He glanced at him and found that after all his teammates had been prevented from death, Mo Ning had only one last option left.

He pressed his shoulder again, gaining a little space.

Then he took off forcibly, and he wanted to press Daben to complete this final attack.

Big Ben still kept his arms raised high, not giving Mourning a chance to make a foul.

At the same time, he jumped up as much as possible. A pair of long arms pierced through the bottom 3.3 to block Mourning's line of sight and shooting angle. The helpless Mourning could only throw it by feeling.

At the same time, preparing to quickly fight for rebounds after landing, Mourning himself felt that this ball was defended to the extreme, and it was almost impossible to score!

But Mourning had just landed, and before he had time to turn around to get a good rebounding position, the referee's whistle rang!

The bottom line referee whistled for a foul on Big Ben's thug!

"The thug? My thug? I didn't even touch his body hair! You can ask him! 39

Big Ben was angry, he tried his best to prevent this ball!

He was still fantasizing about this summer just now, but the referee's whistle ruined it all!

The referee ignored Big Ben, but turned around and walked towards the technical table, and gestured for Big Ben to commit a foul.

It can be seen that the referee is somewhat guilty. He knows in his heart that this ball is as clean as a suit jacket that has just been dry cleaned, and there is no place for fouls.

But this is American Airlines Arena!

This is Miami and they deserve some bragging rights!

Seeing that the referee was ignoring him, Big Ben still rushed up and roared: "You son of a bitch, are you blind or deaf! Give me an explanation! Give me an explanation!"