masters-orleans Chapter 400 Im the best
Chapter 400 Im the best
Chapter 400 Im the best
The battle between the Detroit Pistons and the Indiana Pacers is in full swing, with only the last 4 minutes left in the game.
Score: 85 to 84.
The Pistons temporarily lead by 1 point.
In the past 3 minutes, the score has been reversed ten times, either the Pistons or the Pacers lead, and the two sides have never tied.
Schmitz wanted the ball in the low post, and the Dutch played O'Neal's low post dominance tonight.
Even if it was O'Neal, when did he hit 100% shooting on such a critical stage?Every score by Schmitz is critical.
The Pacers are a reliable one-on-one player for him, and he completed every one-on-one task assigned to him by the team brilliantly tonight.
This is why, now that he has the ball, it will cause such a commotion.
His opponent, Ben Wallace, was so short that Ratliff had been fouled out six times.
Hill quickly shrinks to the inside, trying to complete the double-team before he passes the ball.
The Dutchman saw the unattended Jaylen Rose and passed the ball.
Mo Mengchen hid in the corner, he waited for Schmitz to pass the ball, the opponent passed the ball, but his reaction was a bit slow, he failed to intercept the ball, and lost his defensive position because of it.
Rose sprinted forward, almost into the paint, and finally made a jumper outside the paint for a solid score.
He pumped his fist and roared excitedly as the team took the lead again.
86 is better than 85
"Sister, I'm so nervous." Adrian expressed the thoughts of the audience.
Ephraim was so engrossed that not even her brother, who was close at hand, could distract her.
The Pacers' defense prevented the Pistons from playing tactics, and the ball was handed over to the most confident heads-up player.
Hill held the ball high on the right wing, facing Rose who had just scored over them.
There was no sound from the sidelines, and the audience was afraid that it would affect Hill.
Hill's body floated with the ball. At this juncture, his explosive power was not as strong as in the opening game, but he was still full of threats.
Rose didn't dare to be careless, because a negligence could lead to the failure of the defense.
Hill stepped forward and swayed Rose's center of gravity. At the moment when the opponent was shaken, he crossed his legs, like a tornado parallel to the sea surface, blowing countless waves, got the ball with his left hand, and then hit the floor, turning his body to the left With a violent kick, he exerted strength at the same time, propping up his 203 cm body.
This goal is reminiscent of Jordan's buzzer-beating goal against the Jazz in the finals last year, so similar.
Hill completely shook Rose away, and after the shot, Rose's defense came slowly, and this defense was completely unable to interfere with his offense.
"Shh!"
The audience, who had been holding back for almost half a minute, burst into tinnitus after the ball was scored.
Most of the Pistons fans are workers. The usual work pressure makes each of them have a big temper. Most people will bring the work pressure to the arena. If they are not satisfied or happy with a player's performance, they will Rack your brains to insult each other.
This is a city where the average quality is appallingly low, but they work together to cheer for the team, and there are few arenas that can compare.
So far, the offenses on both sides have started with tactics.
It is difficult for Schmitz to get another singles chance. His opponent would rather break him into a bone than give him a chance.
Moreover, until now, except for the title stage of the first and second quarters, Schmitz has hardly had a rest. This is a major test for his physical fitness, and he can hardly hold on.
They choose to pass and keep passing.
From the bottom corner on the right to the top of the arc, and then transfer to the bottom corner on the left.
In order to rotate the defense, Hill had to leave Rose behind.
The person in charge of the rotation here is Mo Mengchen. His footsteps are not fast, and he can even be said to be very slow. He gave Rose a big chance to open up.
"Shoot, idiot!"
Jaylen Rose's three-point shooting rate this season is 34%, but the three-point line from the left corner has only single digits after entering the playoffs. This is the data that Mo Mengchen specially asked the team's statistician to do.
The tricks they used on Hill are now returning to them.
Rose hesitated for three seconds. He realized that the attack time was about to run out, so he had to shoot an unpromising three-pointer.
Mo Mengchen turned around to block Rose, the rebound hit the side of the basket, it was much weaker in terms of strength alone, the balance was about to break, the Pistons were about to counterattack, and the referee whistled.
The referee, who has been encouraging brutal confrontation tonight, blew the whistle for an off-ball foul at the basket.
Foul by Ben Wallace.
"Did you offend the referee?" Barkley asked.
Wallace exclaimed, "Absolutely not!"
There is no point in explaining it. With the last 2 minutes left in the game, the Pacers got a full 24-second chance to attack. This is the fact.
Wallace received his fourth personal foul.
Hill clapped his hands and shouted: "Don't worry, defend again! If we can defend them once, we can defend them twice!"
"Dream, it's just a fluke for you this time!" Up to now, both sides are very angry.
Fortunately, Hill is not a person who is good at fighting, otherwise it would be hard to say if the situation continues.
The off-ball foul just now more or less changed Wallace's defense against Schmitz, and he didn't dare to fight as brazenly as before.
Schmitz, who was exhausted, got stuck, and his teammates passed the ball directly.
"be careful!"
Hill turned back to double-team again, and he let Rose go completely.Just now, Rose was at the three-point point with the lowest shooting percentage, but now, he is standing in the hot spot where he is most sure of shooting.
Mo Mengchen chased after him, but Mark Jackson was let go.
Rose's mind is very clear, he never wants to make a strong shot in front of Mo Mengchen, so he passes the ball to Mark Jackson who is completely open.
The Pistons' defense was completely empty.
This practical player who made his debut in New York, can win a position no matter which team he is in, and lead the team forward, but is always put on the shelf, in the last less than 2 minutes, he scored a goal Very important three-pointer.
89 is better than 87
"You gotta pass the ball, didn't you?"
Rose ran past Mo Mengchen.
Hill wanted to apologize, but Mo Mengchen waved his hand to stop him.
"Before double-teaming next time, please think carefully. Do you think the Dutch still have the strength to attack?"
Mo Mengchen let Wallace serve.
"Give me the pick and roll, that guy and I have something to settle." Mo Mengchen said to Hill.
Hill didn't expect Rose to form a relationship with Mo Mengchen. Now that the game is over, he doesn't have time to pursue it, so he nodded.
In the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen wanted to pick and roll, and the defender was replaced by Jaylen Rose.
"Careful guy, you won't succeed!" Rose's defense wound up.
Mo Mengchen turned his back, and his hips, which were not upturned but extremely powerful, knocked Rose backwards.
"I see that your seal is black, and something bad will definitely happen to you in the future." Mo Mengchen said, "I cursed you."
Since my luck has been bad, my curse is bound to take effect.
"What are you talking about?"
"If I make this shot, the curse will definitely take effect!"
As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Luo Sui saw that he was about to shoot a three-pointer.
The wave he had led alone had been so intimidating that Rose jumped up automatically, and he immediately regretted it.
Mo Mengchen made a fake shot with his right hand, what did he jump for?His three-pointers tonight were all left-handed!
It was too late for him to regret it.
After Mo Mengchen shook him up, he took a step to the left, jumped up, and made a three-pointer with his left hand.
"Shh!"
90 is better than 89
Mo Mengchen said to the unwilling Rose: "I curse you, someone will score 81 points on you in the future, and this will definitely happen before you retire."
Ross was furious: "Fuck your fucking shit!"
Mo Mengchen's three-pointer allowed the Pistons to overtake again.
With Mark Jackson dribbling through half court, the game time entered the final minute.
This 1 minute will determine the outcome of the game.
This 1 minute will determine who wins the match point.
Schmitz is about to get in position, the referee's previous off-ball foul cut Wallace's determination, and he no longer gave everything to stick to the Dutchman.
However, the double-teaming that the Dutch expected did not come.
His situation has been seen through. Indeed, he does not need any double-teaming now, because he has no strength to complete high-quality offense.
He can only be contained in the low post, which is why Bird keeps him on the court.
A 100% hit rate is a threat as long as it is placed on the court.
But now there is no double-team, he can't contain the defense, he can only attack.
He was about to attack, and his golden partner, Miller, who was never tired and possessed physical fitness that he envied, ran out of opportunities amidst all these difficulties.
Schmitz turned around and sent a cross pass through the position, and Miller made a three-pointer jumper.
All choked.
That's Miller!
The arc is correct, the ballistic is exquisite, and there is no possibility of hitting iron.
It looks like this.
No, the strength is stronger, Mo Mengchen can see it.
Schmitz yelled, his 224 cm body surpassed everyone, his long arms were raised high, and he lit the rebound.
Dale Davis yells and grabs the offensive rebound.
He drew the defense close to him and handed it back to the unclaimed Schmitz.
Schmitz is completely open, and in the paint, the Dutchman is about to score with a simple throw.
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Ben Wallace, whose bare feet may only be 201 cm, is the last line of defense in the Pistons penalty area. His presence tonight is almost negligible, but, in the last twenty seconds, this block, this block let the team The block that kept the lead took Rick Schmitz from 100 percent shooting to nothing.
"A heroic block!"
"A suffocating attack and defense!"
"They're still chasing the rebound!"
Sometimes, the rebound is just looking for you, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Mo Mengchen was ready and stood in a favorable position, but the rebound did not fly to him.
It went elsewhere.
Mark Jackson on the perimeter, got the rebound.
With 23 seconds left in the game, the Pacers had enough time to complete the attack.
They have the potential to kill the game at the last second and crush the Pistons' hopes.
The game has endless possibilities.
This game has lost the rules, as long as they don't hit anyone, both the attacker and the defender can make any moves, as long as it is for the sake of victory.
Jackson is controlling the tempo, he wants to give the opponent a fatal blow.
With the game clocked down to the last ten seconds, anyone familiar with basketball knows who they're going to hand the ball to.
The man who kept running, the monster who was still full of energy and vigor until the last ten seconds.
For his opponents, there is no one more dangerous than him at this moment.
Alan Houston had been stalking him all night, and at the last minute he was out of position.
But that's okay, there's Devil's Mountain.
Hill caught up with him, and according to the development of this situation, he ran to the last second, and he couldn't escape.
Dale Davis emerged on the wing with an insidious plan to trip Hill.
The referee didn't respond, Mo Mengchen rushed forward and gave Miller a fierce blow.
Miller almost went out of bounds, he hit the ball on Mo Mengchen's feet and rolled out of bounds.
Seven seconds left in the game.
There was a fierce conflict between the two sides, because Hill fell with a nosebleed, and the remaining time was not enough for him to stop the bleeding.
This means that for the last seven seconds, he needs to sit on the sidelines and watch the game.
He slapped the floor hard and yelled unwillingly.
The boos were deafening, and Miller sneered sinisterly: "This is the playoffs. If you are not ready to bleed, then I can only express regret to you."
"Why is he always injured?" Houston couldn't understand.
"People are evil and others are afraid, people are kind and others are bullying, this world is so fucked up!" Mo Mengchen said rudely.
In the last few seconds, Don Reid came on to replace Hill, and from his weak legs, Mo Mengchen could tell that he could not count on this student at the same level.
The timeout ends and Miller enters the game.
Bird designed a very complex and subtle tactic. He felt that this tactic was too good. The better the tactic, the more likely problems would occur. It was only seven seconds, and the error tolerance rate was too low for them to fail.
Therefore, he decided to win in his own way.
The umpire handed the ball to Mark Jackson, who was about to serve.
Miller saw that the route of attack had been blocked, and he predicted that Mo Mengchen would not let them complete this tactic.
In the last seven seconds, he chose to believe in himself.
Miller passed through the off-ball screen, and Mo Mengchen stood in front of him. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pushed Mo Mengchen to the ground under the eyes of everyone.
"!#!#"
The booing on the field could make the faint of heart pee their pants, and Miller, after pushing Mo Mengchen down, caught the ball at the top of the arc and soared for a three-pointer.
No whistle, no foul.
92 is better than 90
"Only 4 seconds left for Detroit!"
"This action."
"So rude!"
"But the referee gave the game to the players at the last minute, so Detroit can only accept this result."
Miller shot through the hearts of thousands of troops, but there was no smile on Bird's face. He was not unhappy because Miller violated his tactics. In fact, Miller did a good job. He admired Miller's courage. , It's just that he left 4 seconds for his opponent!
Too much!
Mo Mengchen sat on the ground, he heard the referee's whistle to suspend the game.
He saw it, and lost fans prayed to God.
Hey, you still have an omnipotent Dor. Mo, what god do you need?
Frouses used up the last timeout of the night.
For the last 4 seconds, for the last ball.
"Don't tell me you've given up." Houston pulled him up.
"Give up? That's for the next life."
Mo Mengchen couldn't feel any pain or frustration, they still had 4 seconds, and Miller didn't completely kill them.
He doesn't want to look back at the unfortunate things that happened to him at this moment, enjoy the present, and let the past pass for the time being.
The surge in his heart was aroused little by little, Mo Mengchen knew that tonight he wanted to achieve himself, he wanted to stand at the top of the world and let the whole world know.
Im the best!
(I'm the best!)
Frauses carefully arranged a lot, but Mo Mengchen didn't listen to a word, he only said one sentence: "Give me the ball."
Without Hill, he was the only option at the last minute.
Although he is not an offensive player, he has saved the team many times at the last minute.
Frauses put down the tactical pen, and the tactics seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment.
Is Miller's lore a tactic?Frouseth never believed Bird would let Miller push someone away and catch the ball for the game-winner.
No coach would take such a risk.
Miller used his personal ability to score a quasi-lore, but now they want to discuss tactics to save the game?
No, only an eye for an eye, violence against violence!
pause is over,
The game has started,
Mo Mengchen didn't attack his opponent, he went through double walls and received the ball three meters from the three-point line.
4 seconds,
Miller took the initiative to guard against him: "Don't even think about it!"
3 seconds,
At this moment, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball and sprinted towards Miller's right hand. His starting speed was not fast, but he accelerated in the back, and the first step to follow was horribly fast. Miller wanted to lean on it. Mo Mengchen's With a cold glance from the corner of his eyes, the left hand hidden in his chest pushed his body violently away.
That push, now pay it back to you, idiot!
Miller was pushed away by Mo Mengchen, so he came beyond the three-point line, at the top of the arc, with only the last second left.
Mo Mengchen stopped abruptly, jumped up, and floated into the air. In 0.3 seconds, the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger pulled out the ball in turn.
The shooter is right-handed, not counting the ball. His right-handed [-]-pointer tonight made zero three-pointers.
No one knew whether he was confident, or simply forgot that he had no feeling in his right hand tonight.
The ball just left the palm of the finger, the time has come to an end, the red light installed in the backboard is on, and the game time is over.
When Mo Mengchen landed, he didn't watch the ball fall, but looked at the camera. Just as he gestured "Please witness" to the camera, the ball hit the backboard and went into the basket!
"He made it!"
"He threw it in!!"
"incredible!"
"unimaginable!"
"A game of ups and downs!"
"Dor.Mo and Reggie's last-minute [-]-pointers sublimated the game!"
The pain in the chest clearly came to Miller's mind, but he couldn't feel the pain in the chest. The greater pain came from his heart, from his enemy.
He felt cold all over his body, and at this moment, he looked extremely fragile.
Because he and his team were beaten.
The series isn't over yet, but tonight, he was completely beaten.
Miller looked up, and he saw a smiling face.
The devil is mocking him.
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(End of this chapter)