NBA: Kings of Los Angeles

With the last three minutes left in the game, it is not certain who will die the deer.

Yang Fan dragged his tired body back to defense.

The score was 95-94. The Lakers chased only one point away.

At the same time, Harden just scored eight points in a row, and Yang Fan also scored 14 points.

To exceed 55 points, you need to score another 14 points in the last three minutes.

The most important thing is that Yang Fan only has ten percent of his physical strength left.

“Come on, Ollie give,” inadvertently, this magical word came to mind in his mind, Yang Fan’s body couldn’t help but tremble, and his mind cleared up a little.

“There are still three minutes left. Be sure to hold on,” turning his head Yang Fan saw James sitting on the sidelines, if he was there, he would not be so tired.

“Harden, attack him, he doesn’t have much physical strength anymore,” Paul said and handed the ball into Harden’s hands.

“You can’t do it anymore, admit defeat,” the corners of Harden’s mouth rose, showing a victor’s smile, although the Rockets were only one point ahead at this time, but as long as Yang Fan was off, the rest of the Lakers did not have much combat power at all.

“Make me throw in the towel? In the next life,” suddenly Yang Fan’s eyes froze, Stockton’s steal shot quickly, and “bang” slapped the ball in Harden’s hand.

After the steal, quickly run to the opponent’s basket.

“Groove, so fast.”

“Purple lightning is not too much to describe at all.”

“Isn’t he physically weak? How is it still so fast? ”

“If this goal goes in, the score will be overcome.”

However, just after Yang Fan was about to make a layup, the referee’s whistle sounded.

“Lakers No. 86, hitter foul.”

……

“This…”

“It’s impossible, I can see this ball clearly, no hitter?” Ingram on the side said.

Wharton: I held out my tactical board and spread my hands in protest.

“This ball is broken so clean, how can it be a hitter?” Wang Meng said.

Immediately slow-motion playback on the big screen, Yang Fan did not touch the hand, and in the NBA, because the player’s hand is relatively large, there is a rule of the integration of the player, as long as the large area does not touch the hand, it should be a good ball.

But if the referee has already decided, it is impossible to change the sentence.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Lakers fans began to boo the referee like crazy.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly, if you want to blow, blow it earlier, causing me to waste my physical strength.

“This ball actually awarded the beater?”

“Star whistle?”

Immediately, Yang Fan slowly walked over, and his teammates all protested around the referee, but it had no effect.

“Okay, it’s okay, go ahead,” Yang Fan comforted.

The teammate was stunned, this is obviously a miscalculation, why don’t you refute it? At least put a little pressure on the referee.

“Okay, okay, the game is not yet bound, defense, defense, this ball must be prevented,” the Lakers had already overtaken the score, but the referee’s whistle sounded, a misjudgment to play the rhythm of the team.

Originally morale was high, the replay was clear, there were no hitters at all, and as soon as they got it, they were not in the mood to play.

However, it was Yang Fan who comforted: “Defense, defense. The game isn’t over yet. ”

The teammates were stunned and quickly returned to the defense.

All this is in Wharton’s eyes, and the heart said: “Yang, this kid, will become a great player one day sooner, not much worse than Jordan and James.” ”

The game continued, and since the number of fouls on the Lakers had arrived, Harden walked to the free throw line and hit two free throws steadily.

When Harden returned to defense, he said to Yang Fan: “It seems that God is on my side.” ”

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe in God,” Yang Fan said.

Race time, two minutes and forty seconds left.

And Yang Fan is already tired of standing on the three-point line and can’t stand straight, let alone slip the bottom line to find a vacant position.

“It’s up to you next,” Yang Fan said.

After blocking, Ingram went down and scored two easy points.

“Shouldn’t it be at this time, shouldn’t Yang Fan be replaced?” Mina said in the food broadcast room.

“No, although Yang Fan looks very tired, even if he stands still on the court, even if he is so tired that he can’t lift his hand, the Rockets don’t dare to let him go, this is his containment, it is undeniable that Yang Fan has become the spiritual power of the Lakers,” Wang Meng said.

Harden dribbled and singled Yang Fan, and now no matter who gets the ball, he will choose to attack Yang Fan’s position, because he looks so tired.

“Tired of this? Rest time, right? You’re young, and the future of the league is yours, but today, you lost,” Harden said.

Yang Fan stared tightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: “I don’t know where you have the confidence.” ”

It’s useless to say anything now, it has to be done.

“It’s over, Yang Fancheng has a defensive hole,” Meina said.

“Look at his eyes, murderous eyes, no, he hasn’t given up yet,” Wang Meng said.

Harden went to the left with an illusion, then to the right back, and Yang Fan didn’t react at all.

Tired can’t react?

Just as Harden was about to make a move, Yang Fan looked directly and shot the ball down again with lightning speed.

“What?”

“Broken again?”

After receiving the ball, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and went at full speed.

“Hurry up, can’t you let him score?” D’Antoni shouted with a growl.

What should I do if I can’t break the ball once? Then break it again.

Paul and Tucker hurriedly returned to defense, and just after halftime, Yang Fan suddenly braked, stood two meters away from the three-point line, and stopped and jumped off the building.

“This…”

“What is this operation?”

“Don’t get a layup?”

“Bang bang…”

As soon as Yang Fan made a move, Paul and Tucker, who were catching up, couldn’t stop the car at all and crashed straight into Yang Fan’s body.

I saw him fly out sideways and hit the floor violently.

Hesitation, Yang Fan has lost his balance, coupled with physical exhaustion, and finally his head touches the ground first, and the impact feeling of his head hitting the ground makes people look painful.

And the basketball in the air, like a tracking system, flew towards the basket.

The whistle blows, the ball goes in.

3+1

Now boiling again.

“Groove, awesome.”

“This also goes in?”

“The three plus one at the LOGO, I have never seen it in my life.”

“Yang, well, I love you.”

There was no time to celebrate, and all the team members rushed over like crazy to check Yang Fan’s injuries.

“Yang Fan hit this time is not light?”

“It’s going to be okay, is it?”

“Hopefully the injury doesn’t befall him.”

Ke Fan and Wang Meng in the live broadcast room both frowned.

The team doctor also rushed out, and after examination, Yang Fan hit his head, and Wharton called two timeouts in a row, and the blood on his head stopped.

“Coach, I want to play,” although Yang Fan felt the same pain as his head exploded, one eye was a little blurry, at least his sanity was still clear, and there should be no problem.

“Is that okay?” Wharton asked, of course he wanted Young to play, but only if it was fine.

“Trust me, no problem.” _

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