The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 288 We are the champions!
Hill was a little breathless, after all, he was a 40-year-old man.

Tu Man slipped over and put his arms around his neck, showing a wretched face:

"Uncle Hill, are you okay?"

Hill glared at him:
"Don't talk nonsense, man, how can you say no?"

Tu Man laughed and said:

"That's good, then I'll get stuck a few times, and you're sure to grab four rebounds!"

Hill said suspiciously:

"Why grab four rebounds?"

"Don't ask, just grab it!"

Tu Man dropped his words and slipped away.

Hill shook his head. He had already figured it out. He estimated that he would be in double figures after grabbing four more rebounds. For this curtain call performance, these kids really put their heart into it...

Well, come on!
The Heat attacked, back and forth, and finally James shot from outside the three-point line.

With a sound of "Boom", Yao Ming sat down on Haslem's arms, and Bosh was about to catch up with him, when his eyes flashed orange, and he threw himself on Tu Man's back.

Hill took a lunge and caught the falling basketball, the first one!
Throwing the ball to Nash, the five Suns marched together and slowly pushed forward. The momentum was not like playing basketball, but five Spartan warriors...

As soon as he crossed the three-point line, Hill immediately took the lead.

On his way to the basket, Iguodala, Tu Man, and Yao Ming appeared one after another, constantly helping him fend off the approaching defenders.

The infinite pick-and-roll, which the Thunder couldn't learn, was performed vividly on the Suns.

When he stepped into the paint area, Nash made a high throw, Yao Ming and Tu Man guarded on both sides, just like the legendary Wangwu and Taihang, forcibly turning the flat and reasonable collision area into a valley ...

Hill took off easily, grabbed the basketball, and smashed Huashan!

The Heat attacked again, and Tu Man let Bosh go.

Come, come, try your hand?
James crossed, Bosh dribbled, Tuman didn't move, held the ball and squatted down, Tuman still didn't move, so he took off with confidence, Tuman flew up immediately...

Bosh's eyes went dark, it's over!

But he didn't get the hot pot he imagined. Tu Man just gave him a big jump, but Bosh's hands were soft, and the ball barely hit the front of the basket.

Yao Ming had already squeezed Haslem out of the bottom line. Hill, who was always ready, jumped high and caught the escaping basketball. The second!

Just like last time, on the flat road created by the Suns, Hill held the ball like a broken bamboo, and dunked with a single-armed windmill...

The Heat attacked again, and Hill's defensive object was Chalmers.

Other hard stubbles that are not easy to chew have been rounded up by teammates. At this moment, they are showing their teeth and claws, and the Big Three have been forced out of the three-point line and are still struggling.

Chalmers couldn't make a pass, so he could only do it by himself, biting the bullet and rushing in. Hill followed every step of the way, and no one changed defense?
Always approaching the bottom line, Yao Ming attacked.

Only then did Chalmers stop, turn at the limit, and slid past Yao Ming, and then his vision was blocked by Tuman...

You can't get in, you can't pass it out, you can only vote!

The little hook looked back at the moon, Tu Man stretched out his palm, covering his eyes, the basketball hit the hoop, and fell out without any surprise, and fell into Hill's arms.

The third one!

Sun's old trick was repeated, the five people lined up, Hill was in the middle, Yao Ming and Tu Man were on the left and right, they stepped forward together.

The spotlights on the sidelines were flickering. This kind of offensive method has never happened in the long history of the NBA for 66 years. It is really domineering and can be used as the cover!
The Heat indented the three-point line.

With a seven-point lead in the third quarter, Pat Riley actually said:
"Hold on, don't panic, we can win!"

Win a chili!

Who can't understand this situation?
The sun is clearly handing over the ball. If others don't say it, that kid Tuman didn't block seventeen or eight blocks in the previous three games, but so far he hasn't had a single one!

Don't be shameless.

At that time, Tu Man will go crazy, whoever catches who will cover whom, and who can bear a hot pot in his face?

Are the Big Three shameless?
Still an infinite pick-and-roll, Hill took an S, turned his head to look at the moon, and threw the basketball in lightly and skillfully, 48 points!

The Heat continued to attack.

From leading by seven points to trailing by six points, they were arranged clearly.

The existence of time has become a kind of torment.

Why isn't it over yet?
Chalmers didn't want to play anymore, he threw the ball to James, and ran to the bottom corner by himself, looking down at his shoes, why the laces weren't undone...

James looked at Wade, then at Bosh, and no one ignored him.

Sighing, he started punching Iguodala back.

Leaning back pretendingly, the strange thing is that Iguodala, who had not given up an inch of ground before, immediately took a big step back, as if it was very empty.

Come on, I was acted again.

James was heartbroken, turned over and shot a jumper, and I stopped playing!

No one in the Heat looked at the result, including James, who turned around after shooting the ball and walked back dejectedly...

Sure enough, there was a "boom".

He doesn't have the pretentious halo of Arenas or Nick Young, so he won't score this goal, let alone throw it blindly!
Hill appeared in the empty basket, and got the fourth rebound!
Just about to pass the ball, Nash suddenly shouted loudly:

"Grant, run!"

Hill sprinted with the ball and flew past James. The latter just glanced at him, sighed lonely, and had no intention of chasing him back.

The same goes for the others. Nine people stood in place, watching Hill run across the frontcourt, cross the three-point line, and step into the paint area...

Dunk with both hands!

Gentry called a timeout and waited for Hill with outstretched arms.

The fans in Miami turned their backs quite thoroughly, and the whole arena resounded with enthusiastic shouts:

"Hill, Hill, Hill..."

Far away in Phoenix, the US Airways Center arena was packed, and tens of thousands of fans outside the arena surrounded the big screen on the glass curtain wall, shouting excitedly.

In the center of the orange ocean, Hill on the screen was full of tears and bowed deeply.

In an instant, starting from the US Airways Center Arena, the entire city of Phoenix was like a tsunami, and the name of Grant Hill resounded in the brightly lit night...

The final gig, Grant Hill cut:

50 points, 10 rebounds, 12 assists, 3 steals.

In the next few minutes, both sides had no intention of fighting, each of them fought in a loose formation, and the hit rate was high and low, of course, the sun was the highest...

The final score of the final game is fixed at:
118:101
The Heat finally scored more than 16 points in a game. This is the only time the Suns have allowed the opponent to score such a high score in the [-] games in the playoffs. So what does it matter?

They are already champions!

The fans in Miami started to leave the field, there was no cursing, no regrets, they were very quiet and orderly, what else can they say for the sake of losing the ball?

Phoenix has already started to party.

30 families and 150 million people took to the streets, spraying champagne, lighting fireworks, and waving the fire phoenix battle flag.

Crazy cheers:

"we are the champion!"

(End of this chapter)