masters-orleans Chapter 255 Brown's Shadow
Chapter 255 Brown's Shadow
Chapter 255 Brown's Shadow
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As the competition intensified, the atmosphere on the scene reached its peak.
Yan Song now scored 34 points in the fourth quarter, with 6 minutes and 45 seconds left in the game.
The Knicks temporarily lead by 4 points, the score is 80 to 76, and the Heat players feel that they are only one step away from the Knicks.
But this time the Knicks owned the ball, Yan Song held the ball, and everyone in the Heat felt the pressure.
At this time, Yan Song was majestic, every step he took was like trampling on flames.
Everyone in the Heat is in danger. I am afraid that only Jordan has given them this kind of pressure.
But now, there is one more person with coercion, Yan Song...
Yan Song's forehead was covered with sweat, shining brightly.
The exhausted Hardaway and Brown, one on the left and one on the right, put Yan Song on strict guard.
Yan Song walked through the half court and walked into the front court. He has been controlling the ball with his left hand to save some energy for his dominant hand.
"coming."
Brown gasped.
"Pay attention to defense."
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"call."
A gust of wind passed by, Yan Song exploded in one step, his calf muscles were as hard as a city wall, and burst out like bullets.
The wind brought by the speed blew towards the faces of the two of them. As soon as they closed their eyes, as soon as they opened them... Yan Song was already in front of them.
"not good."
Hardaway failed to guard Yan Song because of his poor physical condition.
Like a shadow, Yan Song reached the free throw line in an instant.
"Make up for him!"
Hardaway yelled at Mashburn, who was also exhausted, trying to stop Yan Song with his body.
"Snapped!"
When Yan Song arrived in front of Mashburn, he suddenly took a step to the left, followed by a step to the right.
"Eurostep."
The commentator with a hoarse voice is very conscientious and is still explaining the battle situation to the fans.
But Yan Song seldom uses the European step for layups. Everyone in the Knicks knows that Yan Song will use "that trick".
"Euro step slam dunk!"
Following the commentary, Yan Song volleyed and smashed the ball into the basket with one hand, and the smashed ball hit Mourning's head.
"Ughhhhh!"
The home court exploded again, and some overreacting fans actually took off their shirts and waved their clothes.
However, Yan Song, who scored such a difficult goal, did not respond.
From the looks of people, he is now a ruthless killer, but in his heart, Yan Song has already blossomed.
"Hey hey hey, such a handsome dunk, it's definitely the top ten shot of the week!"
Yan Song thought happily, but continued to maintain a deadpan face in reality.
At this time, I considered that I had fully loaded 13.
The morale of the Heat was weakened by this dunk. Although Mourning was hit by the ball, he did not slack off at all.
Instead, he became more angry and more focused.
With a difference of 6 points, I hope to score 2+1 when attacking in the future, so that there is a chance to catch up.
Mourning let out a breath and didn't think about it again.
After a few seconds, Mourning asked for the ball from his teammate.
At this time, the ordinary regular season has been added a special meaning, the Heat's revenge battle.
Mourning held the ball and used the little energy left to hit Williams inside.
Both Dudley and Williams were in the four quarters, feeling Mourning's anger and power, and the gap between them.
"Aha!"
Mourning let out a snarl, and jumped out with his right arm straight out.
"Mourning hooks!"
"Beep."
At the same time, at the moment Mourning jumped up, Williams tried his best to block the shot and only touched the opponent's arm.
The hitter fouled the ball, but according to Mourning's intention, it still depends on whether the hook can be scored.
"Gollum."
The ball has touched the basket, but like a slide, the ball is slid out.
The ball missed and fell to the ground, making a thumping sound.
"Fake!"
Mourning cursed that he missed the chance to score 2+1, but he still had two free throws.
"Suck, breathe!"
Inhaling and exhaling heavily, Mourning stared at the basket with both eyes, fascinated.
Immediately afterwards, Mourning threw the first ball.
"when."
The ball hit the backboard, then fell into the basket, and hit the free throw.
"Shut up!"
There were boos at home, people trying to interfere with Mourning's free throws, but Mourning was extremely focused at the moment.
"call."
Another breath was spit out by him, and Mourning threw the second ball.
"Whoosh."
Hollow into the net, the ball scored, Mourning scored two points.
The point difference narrowed to 4 points, with 6 minutes and 18 seconds left.
Although the game is in the last quarter, it can be played very fiercely and very fast.
"Playing tactics, you can't give them a chance."
Yan Song said loudly after Mourning scored the last goal.
"They are all tired, I am not tired!"
After Yan Song finished speaking, he offended everyone in the Heat team.
But he doesn't care, now is the time to decide the outcome, he must win.
Right now, the Knicks have an absolute advantage in terms of morale, and the morale of the Heat is not good.
Yan Song was forced to hold the ball outside the three-point line, looking for opportunities to launch an offense.
"Grandma, defend me so tightly, Houston still doesn't move."
Yan Song cursed inwardly, he looked at Houston, who was as tired as a dog.
Leaning on his knees, out of breath.
He is really tired, so tired.
Yan Song was lazy for a long time just now, and he was always asked to run. He ran for three or four consecutive rounds, and ran away with the remaining physical strength.
Right now, Houston is pretty much a shell.
"Alan! Catch the ball."
Houston didn't rush to complain, dragging his body to take the ball.
At the same time, he also began to secretly scold Yan Song in his heart.
"Master, did you see that I would be exhausted? Pass the ball back to me."
"Just be merciful and attack yourself, don't you have physical strength?"
Houston holds the ball weakly, not waiting for him to move.
The ball was snatched by Brown with a snap, and Houston flicked the ball hard in a hurry.
The ball jumped in the direction of Yan Song, and Brown hurried to chase it.
But when he came in front of Yan Song, he was so scared that he took several steps back.
Didn't he see something else, Yan Song raised his fist just now and subconsciously backed away.
Speaking of the reason for his retreat, it was when Yan Song chased him last season.I left a shadow on myself.
He was originally playing two against one with his teammates and one against Yan Song.
But he underestimated Yan Song, he didn't expect Yan Song to knock down one with one punch.
He can't do without running, and if the grandson catches up with him, he will be beaten.
Just now, when he was about to get the ball, Yan Song raised his fist to punch him.
Wait for yourself to retreat.Yan Song put it away and picked up the ball.
For this, Brown blamed himself and Yan Song.
I blame myself, or I was weak and was frightened by Yan Song, and I hated Yan Song.
Or because this kid left a shadow on himself.
He knew that Yan Song wanted to scare him, but he was scared.
The more Brown thought about it, the more he regretted it. He patted his thigh several times in succession.
"Hey, what a motherfucker!"
(End of this chapter)