Starting from the last bus in the NBA

Chapter 77 Are You Eating Shit?
The game was extremely stalemate, time passed little by little, and no one could do anything to win the other side.

Seeing that there is less than 1 minute left in the game, the time for the decisive battle has come, and the coaches of both sides no longer save timeouts.

After all, the Jazz are playing away games. Facing the cheers and interference of the team on site, they are obviously at a disadvantage.

Jerry Sloan no longer delayed, and took the lead in calling a timeout to change the rhythm of the game.

There were only 43 seconds left in the game, and the score between the two sides was still 92:92.

"Double-teaming, did you hear that? Don't give Carl a chance!"

Paul Westphal's voice is loud, almost screaming, in order to attract the attention of the players.

This is also normal. At this time of the game, everyone is very tired, not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

During the 10 minutes of three or four, I kept extremely focused attention all the time, and anyone would get tired.

"Okay, get on the field, let's win the game!"

It is still a similar tactic, everyone pulls away, and Stockton and Karl Malone play the last attack.

The Jazz have played the same tactic countless times, and the Sonics have already responded.

That is to double-team in advance, without giving Karl Malone a chance to play inside.

Sure enough, with Gary Payton's early double-teaming, Karl Malone chose to pass the ball immediately.

The basketball returned to Stockton's hands, and Gary Payton immediately returned to the defense, but left enough room.

A defensive player at this level, he naturally understands that he cannot be constantly mobilized by the opponent inside and out.

Sure enough, John Stockton didn't give the ball the first time, which made Gary Payton uneasy.

However, there was no moment of peace of mind. Stockton passed the ball, but the ball was not passed to Karl Malone, but to the free throw line.

It turned out that the Jazz changed their tactics, and both Karl Malone and Stockton were just blindfolds.

Jeff Hornacek, who was originally on the flank, suddenly got rid of Vernon Maxwell's marking and came in from the center.

This ball is quite similar to Wang Hao's ball just now. The Jazz are repaying each other with their own way!
However, compared to Alton's active defense, Wen Baker's reaction was obviously a beat slower.

In this way, Jeff Hornacek was allowed to go directly to the basket, almost unmarked.

As the three players with the best defensive awareness on the team, Gary Payton, Horace Grant, and Wang Hao have already reacted.

Horace's first thought was to help defend, but he was worried about missing Karl Malone behind him.

Gary Payton immediately wanted to cut off Stockton's passing route, but it was still too late.

Jeff Hornacek received the ball at the free throw line, it was completely unmarked, and he could have shot directly.

With Jeff Hornacek's shooter nature, this kind of shooting is absolutely sure.

Perhaps it was because it was the last minute, and it was a key goal at the last moment, so he chose a more cautious approach.

I saw Jeff Hornacek taking a step forward, intending to hit the basket directly.

It is possible to miss a shot, but it is impossible to miss a direct layup, right?

Even if Horace Grant chooses to defend, Hornacek can pass the ball and Karl Malone will complete the finish.

I have to say, this is very beautiful.

Horace really hesitated, which gave Jeff Hornacek a chance to layup.

However, just as Jeff Hornacek took the last step, he suddenly caught sight of a figure from the corner of his eye.

It was Wang Hao!
At the moment Jeff Hornacek asked for defense and went to the basket, Wang Hao rushed to help defend immediately.

It's just that he is near the bottom line after all, and the distance is a bit far, so he can barely reach it.

Seeing that Jeff Hornacek was about to make a shot, Wang Hao, on the other hand, took a step too late and failed to block in front of the basket.

At this time, he didn't have time to think too much, but took off directly and interfered from the side.

Because of the tendency to rush forward, such an action is easy to foul, but at this time, who cares so much?
It's better to fight than to let Jeff Hornacek succeed in the empty basket.

The moment Jeff Hornacek saw Wang Hao, he was really taken aback. Fortunately, the old player was stable enough.

Instead of panicking, he handed the ball to his left hand and opened his right hand in an attempt to block Wang Hao.

But at this time, Wang Hao jumped up and bumped into Hornacek, which is considered a foul.

In addition, Hornacek protected the ball very well, Wang Hao reached out and hit Hornacek directly on the arm.

Foul!
Although he hadn't heard the referee's whistle, at this moment, he instinctively realized something was wrong.

Since it is necessary to commit a crime, it is natural to commit it more severely.

Fouls are not scary, they just give the opponent free throws. What is terrible is that the foul is not firm and the opponent scores 2+1.

Wang Hao simply pressed down with both hands, directly denying Hornacek a chance to shoot.

Sure enough, Hornacek immediately lost his center of gravity, screamed, and almost fell sideways on the floor.

"Di!"

Sure enough, as soon as this side landed, the referee's whistle had already sounded, and the shot was fouled.

It's just that the foul just now was a bit harsh, and Hornacek seemed to be crushed on his arm, and he didn't get up for a while.

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

Wang Hao raised his arms obediently, but Karl Malone rushed over with his big elbow.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

Wang Hao frowned, facing the rushing Karl Malone, but he was not to be outdone, and did not take a step back.

However, he took the initiative to raise his arms high, indicating that he hadn't done anything and that he was innocent.

"Old man, what do you want?"

Wang Hao was just about to reply, but he saw Karl Malone's big face and big fat lips rushing over.

Just when he was about to speak, a sudden smell hit his face, which almost made him unable to hold his breath, so he subconsciously tilted his head back.

This formed a very strange movement, the chest pushed forward, but the hands and head were thrown back.

"Calm down, it's just a foul."

"Leng Dianjia, Carl, you don't want to be kicked out, do you?"

John Stockton and Horace rushed up immediately, trying to separate the two and stop the conflict.

However, other people from the Sonics and Jazz immediately surrounded them.

Gary Payton said even more unceremoniously: "Hey, Carl, is there a problem with this foul? When did you become like those limp pussies?"

The two sides who were originally confronting each other almost didn't start fighting because of this sentence. Thanks to the referee, Gary Payton was pulled away first.

"Damn it, did you eat shit? What does it taste like?"

It was at this time that Wang Hao finally couldn't stand the smell, and opened his mouth to shout out.

"puff!"

Hearing this, the surroundings were silent at first, and then everyone couldn't help laughing.

Not only the players, but even one of the referees laughed, and the loudest laugh.

(End of this chapter)