thenovelthief Chapter 257 Lore attack and defense!
Chapter 257 Lore attack and defense!
Chapter 257 Lore attack and defense!
Trailing by one point with 23 seconds left.
"Let me get out of the way!"
Yan Song was entangled by Brown and Hardaway. The two of them were always by Yan Song's side, preventing Yan Song from receiving the ball.
Even if Yan Song received the ball, they would double-team quickly, not giving Yan Song a chance to break through.
As long as the Knicks are forced to stop within 23 seconds, the Knicks will undoubtedly lose.
"Boom."
Yan Song tightly grasped the ball with both hands, in his sight.
The hands of Brown and Hardaway were right in front of his eyes, and Yan Song used his auxiliary hand to push away whoever's hand was, and ran desperately to the frontcourt.
"It's not that easy."
Brown and Hardaway took turns to defend Yan Song, but Yan Song could only break through sideways and block their steals with his body.
During the journey, they hit Yan Song on the arm and head many times.
But the referee didn't blow the whistle. At the critical moment, what is needed is viewing, not a fair penalty.
It was miserable for Yan Song to be marked, but soon the opportunity came.
Yan Song relied on his speed to reach halftime, and now there are still 3 seconds to 8 seconds to violate the rule.
Yan Song had to make a choice, pass the ball or continue to break through.
But with so little time left, Yan Song couldn't pass the ball at all, and everyone was stared at.
"Whoosh!"
With the sound of his body sliding through the air, Yan Song turned around in one step and rushed out from between the two.
The referee blows the whistle if he wants to, and he doesn't blow the whistle if he doesn't want to.
However, the referee was still holding the whistle in his hand, without saying a word, and didn't mean to blow the whistle.
Yan Song went out and reached the frontcourt at the last second.
16 seconds left, 16 seconds left, this is the Knicks' last chance.
"Stay on him, keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him!"
Mourning roared at the top of his voice, and he was also running towards Yan Song.
But Williams is doing his best to control him, and the brief pick-and-roll allows Mourning to hit Williams.
The other three Knicks were rushing towards Yan Song.
"wait for me!"
"I'm here, wait for me!"
Starks, Oakley, and Johnson are also running desperately.
Yan Song was running to the right, and there were four people on his left.
"13 seconds!"
"8 seconds."
...
"Oakley and the others are in position! Yan Song makes a move!"
Everyone focused on the right side. Yan Song made a shot from outside the three-point line, and his teammates ran a pick-and-roll on the path that the Heat players had to pass, blocking everyone.
Yan Song made an open shot, and the Heat's players looked desperate, staring at the basketball.
The basketball was thrown from Yan Song's hand, spinning in the air, fast, extremely fast, until the end...
The basketball hit the hoop, the rim...
"Boom, when."
The ball jingled in the inner circle, seemed to fall, and seemed to pop.
At the end of the day, everyone raised their hearts to their throats and were too nervous to speak.
The ball... bounced, bounced to the hollow, perpendicular to the center of the basket, and the next second...
"Shh!"
The basketball splashed the net like a stone dropped into a lake, splashing…
The ball...goes in...
"Uh ah ah!"
The audience burst into cheers, everyone was impressed by Yan Song's goal at this critical moment, and Brown was at a loss when he saw the goal.
This shit actually got in, actually got in.
It was obviously going to pop up just now, it was impossible.
Under the tight defense just now, he didn't exhaust him. Instead, he was still chasing and threw a lore shot.
"4.2 seconds."
Yan Song beat the Heat, hit a three-pointer, and overtook the Heat by two points.
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
The home fans of the Knicks presented the highest honor to their favorite player, Yan Song.
The home court shouted Yan Song, MVP.
This is an honor that a player deserves to show off. Yan Song spread his arms and enjoyed the cheers of the people.
"Ahhh!"
Yan Song was screaming and roaring, this was the first time he roared so wildly.
He's been too depressed for a while, Boss You is not here, he is under pressure, it's too uncomfortable...
I'm so tired, I'm really going to collapse.
Sweat flowed into Yan Song's eyes, Yan Song wiped it off, continued to roar, and then waved his fist again.
The game did not continue, and the Heat used the last timeout.
During the timeout, Yan Song didn't go back, and didn't go to the bench.
With his hands on his waist and standing in the middle of the court, Yan Song was full of anger. In the last 4.2 seconds, the Heat had a chance.
嗏
"I want to destroy your hopes with my own hands! You have no chance!"
Yan Song must be domineering at this time, he just stood there, staring at the Heat.
The players on the Heat's side are still discussing the countermeasures for the last ball. They want to win, and they are for revenge.
But at this moment, they only felt chills on the back of their necks, and when they looked back, they only saw Yan Song's death-like eyes.
Some of the substitutes simply withered, Yan Song is not a rookie, this is a god who controls the game.
The god of the Knicks and Madison Gardens, this is his place.
"The last ball, coach, is it a three-pointer or a two-pointer."
"I can't score two points..."
Riley said.
"If you score two points, it's a loss. Overtime is not good for us. Let's play three points. Mourning, you give Hardaway a pick and roll."
Riley made a final decision that they wanted Hardaway to play a three-pointer to kill the game.
Indeed, continuing to play overtime is extremely detrimental to the Heat, which is the home court of the Knicks.
Moreover, their players are also tired, and Mourning is also tired. It is definitely not possible to continue playing.
On the Knicks side, there are people like Starks who maintain very good physical strength.
The Heat cannot play overtime, three-pointers must be three-pointers.
"The game has begun, and the final moment is here!"
Following the commentary, everyone except Yan Song came on stage one after another.
Yan Song stared at the three of the Heat, he was guessing who was the one who took the last ball.
"Mourning?"
"Hardaway?"
"Or Mashburn?"
Yan Song was still guessing, but soon he figured out who was going to carry out the final attack.
"Hardaway."
Yan Song's idea of this is not foolish. In the current situation, playing three-pointers is the best choice for the Heat.
Anyone can score two points.
But for the three-pointer, there is only one person in front of Yan Song, and that is Hardaway.
The Heat's shortcomings suddenly became apparent, the firepower was too weak.
"Starks, you guard Hardaway."
After Yan Song finished speaking, he walked away quickly. Starks didn't ask any questions, so Yan Song just let him guard against him.
Coach Van Gundy also said just now that if Yan Song has any ideas, he can listen to him.
At the same time, Van Gundy clasped his hands together and looked at Yan Song's back. In the last 4.2 seconds, Yan Song... what can you change?
"Heat's Brown serves."
Everyone in the Heat is running, and Starks is staring at Hardaway, but the defense is not too strict.
Because he didn't know the ball would go to Hardaway.
Two seconds later, Hardaway received the ball, and he found it when Starks was defending.
The Heat have all pulled away, and Marsh is next to him, Oakley fell to the ground...
"Mashburn's pick and roll, Hardaway is lazy!"
With the words of the commentary, Hardaway jumped up to shoot, and the ball was thrown from his hands, spinning.
"It's over..."
Starks repented, he didn't expect that he would be killed by someone, and he was the one who made a mistake.
Because of his own defensive error, Hardaway has a chance to shoot a three-pointer...
Before he finished regretting, at the very moment, a man glides from the sky.
"what?"
"That...that is?"
"Yan Song!"
Riley was shocked and stood up with one step. He watched Yan Song fly towards the ball like a glider in disbelief.
At this time, all the movements of Yan Song are like slow motion, people can see clearly, the operation is second by second...
Not waiting for everyone to let out piercing screams.
Yan Song volleyed the racket, and the ball fell to the ground and rolled towards the backcourt...
"Hmph, I told you that you have no hope!"
(End of this chapter)