NBA restricted area bulldozer

Chapter 220

This three-pointer made the faces of the Suns players collectively turn green, and the entire American West Arena was wailing, and this time the attack took 17 seconds to complete, which means that there are only... 23 seconds left in the game.

23 seconds?

The five pairs of Jazz looked at each other, and they naturally knew what they were going to do. If they let the sun dry out, they would die, and if they wanted the ball, they would have to foul.

Give it a try!

As soon as the sun served, Crotty went straight to Fat Miller.

The free throw percentage of the Phoenix Trident is extremely high, and Fat Miller is the worst free throw player in the Suns. His 58.4% shooting percentage is really the best choice. Free throw, but this is the most reasonable way.

Miller walked to the free throw line. Unlike Li Shengli, the American West Arena was quiet at this time.

Boom!

A pleasant voice sounded, Miller's face was ashen, Barkley's trident led by Barkley's face was even uglier, but on the Jazz's side, Li Shengli and Malone clapped their hands to celebrate, all the joy was on their faces, and several faces under the basket , The expression is too rich.

Second penalty.

Both sides held their breath and stared at the basket intently, while Miller, who made the free throw, took a deep breath, his face flushed, and he threw the second ball out of his heart.

Boom!

Missed the second free throw.

Li Shengli let out a roar of excitement, Ma Long rushed out from the other side, Li and Ma teamed up to take the rebound, and the frustrated Sun immediately surrounded him before giving up.

Fortunately, Stockton passed through the crowd and took the ball. Under the pressure of the Suns, he pushed forward with difficulty. However, Li Shengli and Malone's speed was not fast. After all, there was no chance for a fast break , The two also had to consider some unexpected factors to escort Stockton.

Pushing all the way to the frontcourt, Li Shengli settled on the edge of the penalty area. With 18 seconds left, the Suns still led by 1 point.

……

As far as the Jazz are concerned, they don't have many choices. Whether they score or not, this is their last round, and they even have to spend time to the end to prevent the Suns from counterattacking again after scoring.

As for the sun...

Leading by 1 point, they won as long as they defend this round, but unlike the Jazz, they hope to use high-intensity defense to make the Jazz take a quicker shot.

If they fail to score, everything will be fine, and if they score, they will only be overtaken by 1 point. They also have the opportunity to use foul tactics to get the ball back, send Li Shengli to the free throw line, and counterattack again!

So the outcome of the two sides is all in the last ten seconds.

One round decides life and death!

……

Kevin Johnson marked Stockton and played Stockton's signature three-way defense to the extreme, and Stockton quickly transferred the ball to Crotty who responded to him.

Anyway, it's a waste of time.

In order to avoid mistakes, the Jazz's passes and receptions are almost always close to others to get the ball, and until the last 10 seconds, seeing the timer jump to single digits, the scene turned immediately, and both sides broke out with amazing fighting spirit .

At the critical moment, any tactical arrangement is not as realistic as the individual strength of the star.

Stockton broke through to attract the defense, and gave the ball to Crotty, who had a bad chance, and then passed it to Tyrone, while the Suns...Marley made up the defense, and Kevin went straight to Tyrone who missed the breakthrough.

It is irrefutable that the more the ball is passed, the greater the chance of turnover.

But the Jazz had no choice. After Tyrone hit the penalty area, he saw Barkley rushing over, and simply gave the ball to Malone. At the same time... Malone made a shooting action, and Barkley and Fat Miller went crazy. !

Malone, want to shoot?

No one dares to underestimate Malone's mid-range shooting.

Flying Pig and Fat Pig came together, but Ma Long grinned and threw the ball to Li Shengli again.

In this round, all five of the Jazz touched the ball once, and Li Shengli, as the terminator of the attack unexpectedly, stepped forward and smashed the dunk with the tomahawk, preparing to smash the sun's goal.

Under normal circumstances, Malone attracts the insiders of the Suns. It is too easy for Li Shengli to score this goal with his physical fitness, but...the Suns have a strange thing.

Although Fat Miller was running towards Malone, he couldn't jump at all, and it's better if he couldn't jump or couldn't jump. There was no time in the air, so he turned around and rushed towards Li Shengli.

Seeing Fat Miller, Li Shengli frowned when he took off, and put more effort into his hands, trying to smash the ball into the basket before Fat Miller arrived.

boom!

A muffled sound.

Fat Miller probably couldn't jump, so he stood on tiptoe, hugged Li Shengli's waist, and carried him out of the penalty area again. Li Shengli blushed in anger. Not only Malone and several players, but also Jerry Sloan on the sidelines It's also beating his chest... After all, this is a chance for a lore.

Fortunately, Li Shengli can still make free throws. Although his free throw percentage in this game is not optimistic, there are 3 seconds left in the game, and the Suns have no chance to counterattack. With 2 free throws, 1 is for overtime and 2 are for overtime. Just kill!

Winner, Li Shengli!

Walking to the free throw line, all the members of the Jazz held their breath, but the atmosphere in the American West Arena reached its peak. This kind of fanaticism is far beyond the comparison of regular games...

The ecstasy roar of nearly 2 people overturned the dome of the American West Arena, and it also resounded through Phoenix City tonight. The so-called deafening is really no exaggeration, and even the ten players in the center of the sound wave were shocked. fainting.

"Brother, you're dead!" Fat Miller bent over his knees.

If he loses this game, he will be blamed for missing both key free throws at the end, so he hopes that Li Shengli will also miss the free throws.

"Boy, look at the other side, those are all gifts from the fans!" Barkley also grinned widely, distracting Li Shengli.

"You guys, fuck me! Are you afraid of losing? Are you bastards afraid of losing?" Ma Long looked unhappy, and shouted, "Li, you..."

Originally, he planned to stabilize Li Shengli's mentality, but to Ma Long's embarrassment... Li Shengli actually made the first free throw directly.

Swish!

First ball hit.

The more you want to calm down, the more you can't calm down, so Li Shengli gritted his teeth, regardless of whether he can get in or not, anyway, he will vote sooner or later, and the more he procrastinates, the more irritable he becomes.

Li Shengli made up his mind after scoring a free throw, and the life under the basket is clearly evident at this moment...

The Phoenix Trident clenched its fists, and Fat Miller was trembling all over, fearing that Li Shengli would kill; Stockton and Malone stretched their brows, after all, there was an overtime match, and Crotty was even more excited.

No penalty, overtime!

If you are punished, the sun will die!

It seems that there are not many choices in place, but after Li Shengli's second free throw emptied everything around him, he made a bold shot.

Boom!

Second free throw missed?

There was a burst of enthusiastic shouting at the American West Arena. Compared with being lore, playing overtime is the best choice at present, and everyone under the sun of Malone actually caught this rebound in their hands.

2 seconds!

Only 2 seconds left!

Malone, who was blocked by the sun, really couldn't pass the ball, and there was no time for him to protect the ball in the game, so he simply lifted the ball high and threw it towards the basket, trying his luck.

luck?

Li Shengli does not believe in luck!

The moment Malone threw the ball, he took off from the free throw line. On one side, several people surrounded Malone to grab the rebound, and on the other side was Li Shengli who took off. No one had a chance to react, and the entire American West Arena... 2 In the pupils of Wan Duo's eyes, there is only a seven-foot God of War.

Ma Long was unlucky, he threw the ball randomly without any aim, but the runaway Li Shengli intercepted the ball in mid-air, without any fancy, and dunked with super powerful hands.

The kinetic energy of the jumping and sprinting, the gravity of the falling body, and the explosive arm strength of the whole state, no one can imagine how powerful the big buckle is this time!

boom!

In the last 0.5 seconds, a muffled sound raised the alarm for the entire American West Arena.

lore!

Li Shengli is the lore!

Feeling the comfort of the ball being smashed into the basket, Li Shengli suddenly had a bad premonition in the next second, and ran to the side. In his eyes... the good-quality backboard was not broken, but fell off the rack directly.

Ouch!

There was another muffled sound, and everyone ran away. The instigator, Li Shengli, was the first to run away, followed by Malone, Barkley and others, except...poor fat Miller.

Because of his weight, no one refuted the fact that his back-and-forth running data in the restricted area was a pile of shit, and he thought it was just a piece of data in the physical test, but he never thought... At a certain moment, it turned out to be the key to escape?

Boom!

Ouch!

Fat Miller kicked his legs straight after being smashed, and the force of the backboard made him a lump of squeezed fat, and thinking of the culprit of all this... "Li Shengli, I'm fucking you!"

(End of this chapter)