NBA: God-level talent

Under Artest’s dead-end entanglement, Lin Mo made a fake action of shooting.

After shaking it away, Shunshi took a step forward and quickly broke through.

Artest was in a hurry to fill the throne, very embarrassed.

Regie Miller, who was assisting in the defense, quickly pasted it up and carried out a pinch attack.

There is no doubt about how strong Lin Mo’s finishing ability is, and the Pacers do not dare to put him within two meters of the basket.

“Uh-huh!”

Lin Mo threw a sharp back, met the fingertips of Reggie Miller and Arteste, hit the board high, and sent the ball into the net.

After Lin Mo opened the situation for the team and scored the first point, the Knicks fans sat down at ease.

The loyal Spike Lee, still bouncing around on the sidelines, his eyes wide open, staring intently at every player, every offensive round, more seriously than the referee.

“Defense! Defend! ”

The fans also shouted in unison for defense, which suddenly raised the momentum of the Knicks team to a notch.

The position of the mountain and tsunami caused a lot of psychological pressure to the entire Pacers.

“Your defense sucks, let my grandma come over and get 50 points on your head.”

Lin Mo squirted wildly at Canadian Solar Shot.

When he attacked, this guy was pestering and chattering in his ear, which was really annoying.

Lin Mo’s energy was endless.

Artest had a black face and a stomach full of fire, but he had nothing to say.

On the basketball court, strength is respected, and if you are shot head-on by the other party, you can only deserve to be sprayed.

If you really want to spray back, you can only do it when you humiliate the other person.

But Lin Mo would not give Artest a chance.

The ball is switched and the Pacers attack.

Faced with the momentum of the New York home tsunami, the Pacers players did feel the pressure.

But these NBA players have long been accustomed to playing on the road.

Pressure is there, and it doesn’t affect them too much.

Reggie Miller faced Keith Van Horn’s deadlock and hit a 3-pointer head-on.

O’Neill Jr. picked up the rebound above Milisic and poured the basket with his murderous hands.

That is, Milisic dodged fast enough, otherwise, it would become the background board of the partition.

Milicic’s athletic talent is certainly not as good as that of little O’Neill, and it is too young and inexperienced.

Now O’Neill Jr. is the peak of his career, and it is really difficult to deal with.

Lin Mo also did not expect that Milisic could blow up Little Oni.

As long as on the defensive end, with a little restriction on O’Neill Jr., the offensive end can seize the opportunity, the goal should be scored, and Milicic will complete the task.

As for the work of dominating the stadium, of course, it is still left to Lin Mo to do.

“Don’t be discouraged, I’ll let you get back to the field.”

Lin Mo patted Milisic on the shoulder and comforted him.

“No problem, I’m not going to be blown up by this guy.”

Milicic also held his breath.

He hadn’t yet touched his old club, the Pistons, how could he be willing to be blown up in the Pacers’ round?

Lin Mo received the ball at the back and directly broke through at the speed of light, and the whole person seemed to be stepping on the thunder of the mighty light, roaring and galloping.

In this super-fast rhythm, the slightly bulky Artest can’t keep up.

Artest is a muscle stick, a heavy body, in the battle, like a wall, very useful.

But Lin Mo did not take the usual path, and when he got the ball, he directly hit the whirlwind, and Artest desperately chased after him in the back, and they were all thrown a few meters away.

It was hard to reach the three-point line, Reggie Miller blocked Lin Mo, and Artest quickly made up for it.

Lin Mo alone attracted two people’s attacks, causing little O’Neill to pull out to make up for the defense.

Under the basket, Milisic had a short gap.

In an instant, Lin Mo thrust a cannonball straight and delivered the ball to Milić’s hand.

When little O’Neill did not return, Milisic directly clasped his hands and gave a vicious breath.

For the next two minutes, the two sides were caught in a protracted blacksmithing battle.

The ultra-high-intensity defense makes the players on both sides unable to score points, and frequently plays iron.

Artest was on the defensive end, sticking to Lin Mo like a brown candy.

All kinds of waist pulling, pulling arms, tearing jerseys.

Lin Mo did face a lot more defensive intensity than when playing the Cavaliers.

And the Pacers directly adopted Artest’s single-defense tactics.

Only when Lin Mo burst into the basket would someone assist him.

It can be seen that the Pacers’ defense of Artest is still quite trusting and dependent.

With 6:33 left in the game, the Knicks were 10-8, two points ahead of the Pacers.

“Boom! Boom! ”

Lin Mo dribbled the ball and forcibly hit Artest from the free throw line, directly pushing the beast to the position under the basket.

Then, Lin Mo turned around and shot Artest directly at Artest.

In this horrific defensive intensity, three-point shooting and interior layup opportunities are very rare, and most of them are mainly mid-range shots.

Under the fierce entanglement of Artest, Lin Mo’s most stable way to score points is naturally to lean back and shoot.

This is also Kobe and Jordan’s big killer.

Lin Mo stomped on the ground with both feet, and the rocket took off into the air, and his body was at a 45-degree angle to the ground.

Artest couldn’t cover it at all, and could only put his hand on his waist when Lin Mo was shooting.

Lin Mo’s body lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.

However, the ball was as accurate as a missile guide, shooting through the net.

At the same time, the referee’s whistle sounded, 2+1!

“You are a waste, you can’t stop me with this kind of trick!”

Lin Mo stood on the free throw line, dribbling to prepare for the free throw, while looking at Artest on the side, all kinds of anger.

The two men began to fight at the free throw line.

Da Yao on the side looked at it, but he felt a little funny.

But on such a serious occasion, he still forcibly held back, did not laugh out, but prepared to grab a rebound.

“Duang！”

Lin Mo hit the iron with this penalty and did not score a penalty.

But at the moment when the ball bounced high, Lin Mo suddenly accelerated, directly rushed to the basket, and volleyed up.

Born on the top of Da Yao and Little O’Neill’s head, he struck the moon for nine days, grabbed the ball in his hand, and bent his bow and dunk!