The NBA's opening sling against Chris Paul

Chapter 12 Let the cheers be more violent
"Rebound..." Li Ming shouted at Randolph without waiting for the landing.But he was leaned on by Griffin, unable to exert strength, and failed to get stuck in the best position.

Griffin failed to catch the ball on the first down and could only tap, take off again, and grab the rebound.This ability to take off continuously stunned everyone present.

Griffin was just about to make a long pass, but before he could make a move, someone stabbed the basketball from below.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was No. 7... Once again, cheers burst out in the arena.

"This rebound from Lee will change the trend of tonight's game." O'Neal said lightly.

"Well, yeah, there's still a lot of time left in the game. It's not good for the Los Angeles people to let the home team start at this time."

"Lee!!Lee!!Lee!!" The audience in the arena wave after wave.

Conley did not rush to attack, but slowly looked for opportunities outside the three-point line. His choice was right, and now he has to hit the success rate.

And the real killer weapon of the Grizzlies at the last critical moment is the 320-pound man-Randolph.

Obviously, Coach Rivers specially arranged tactics against Randolph during the previous timeout. At this moment, he was pushed out of the three-second zone by Griffin, and Bobby Simmons, who moved faster, was also staring at him. Always be ready to defend.

Paul and Randy Foye winked, yes, he will switch defenses, and he will face Li Ming directly in the next time.

"No way, the boss wants to mark this unknown Chinese player himself?" Randy Foye couldn't believe his eyes.

Paul is sure to insert Li Ming's side, and Randy Foye can only go around in front of Conley.

It's not that Conley is not good, it's just that if he wants to win now, he must cut off the arrogance of the atmosphere maker. This is the judgment Paul made in the attack and defense just now.

"The last four minutes and 50 seconds, let's see what happens."

"Now Chris Paul will personally mark the Chinese player Li Ming." Barkley deliberately raised the volume of the word "Huaxia" by two bars when explaining.

Obviously, regardless of the final result of the game, tonight's matchup will be published on the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers. The league needs such gimmicks to attract popularity. Similarly, businesses from all walks of life also need these popularity.

"Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Li Ming said coldly.

"I wish your skills could be as gorgeous as your chat skills." Paul smiled contemptuously.

Li Ming tried to cut in, Paul stuck to the defense tightly, he had no room to turn around, turned back outside the three-point line again, Paul's footsteps remained undisturbed.

"Okay, I have to find a way to get past him." But the system he expected didn't respond this time, and the voice didn't appear.

"Damn, is this shit reliable? At such a critical moment, when I get fans, you stand by for me??" Li Ming felt resentful.

Guy walked around him with the ball, but Paul remained unmoved and stared at Li Ming.

Conley strode into the paint area and made a sideways jumper. Bobby Simmons was not slow, and he was in front of him in a blink of an eye, with a pair of long arms tightly covering his eyes.

"I was fooled." Gay smiled slightly, and gently gave the ball to Conley who was about to come down. Conley almost completed an easy layup with no one guarding him.

Randy Foye froze on the spot, didn't recover for a while, this guy was really depressed tonight, the defensive end was constantly being targeted, and whoever got the ball was doing pick-and-roll cooperation with his defender, staring at his ass and hitting him.

89 to 86.In the next few rounds, both sides ended with mistakes, and the scene began to be suffocating, and it was difficult to get a point.

The time also entered within 3 minutes, and there were 2 minutes and 27 seconds left before the end of the game.

With the Clippers' possession, Paul quickly dribbled to the frontcourt, and Li Ming directly matched up with him, sticking close to him.

Paul has no room to escape, because the Grizzlies once again resorted to zone defense.

"How will Chris choose this ball? Should he choose his own three-pointer on the third line, or try to give it to Griffin inside?" Barkley drank the remaining water in his hand in one breath.

In the space of a dead ball, Rivers took Crawford and took Jordan. Now he needs to further increase the height of the court and control the rebound.

"Andre's playing is to position the game. But, will it be too conservative to replace at this point?" Barkley is very puzzled by Rivers' substitution. Open up the posture and be tough.

It is very difficult to defend by defending alone. After all, there is only a three-point advantage, which is not safe, and there is still plenty of time.

"This substitution may change the direction of today's game." O'Neal kept shaking his head.

"It's too easy to be targeted." On the Clippers' bench, Crawford slammed the towel on the back of the chair, his voice was not loud-it happened to be able to be heard by Rivers.

"After all, Jamal has a precise jump shot, and he can attract defensive points to teammates who are open at critical moments. But after Andre came up, although the height was higher, the Los Angeles people's own space became crowded. Chris's Breakthroughs are greatly discounted." After all, Barkley is a veteran, and his analysis hits the nail on the head.

Sure enough, Paul plunged into the three-second zone and turned back. The basket was too crowded to make moves, let alone pass.

Griffin pulled to the top of the arc and signaled for the ball. Paul hesitated and passed it.

"What is he going to do? Doug never expected a player who hardly took three-pointers and made less than [-]% of them to shoot in that position." Barkley almost laughed out loud.

Yes, Griffin hadn't developed long-range means when he first entered the league, and the three-pointer was even worse. He could only attack face-to-face and display his mobility talent.

Just as Griffin bent down to make moves, Li Ming dropped Paul in front of him again, and suddenly accelerated to rush in front of him.As soon as Griffin started, Li Ming fell down in response.

"Red No. 32 offensive foul." The referee's whistle was firm.

Rivers hopped anxiously aside and kept greeting his parents.

The cheers at the FedEx Center were deafening, and some fans even took off their shirts and waved them wantonly. Everyone stood up and applauded the No. 7 who spared no effort to defend.

"Lee, good job."

"MVP. MVP. MVP." I don't know who shouted first, followed by the voice of MVP one after another.

"Wow, this is rare, Shaq!" Barkley shook his head again and again.

Li Ming kept beating his chest towards the crowd, ran to the sidelines, murmured words, and made a salute gesture after forcing Wang Reggie Miller to score a goal in the last century.The crowd cheered even louder, eagerly cooperating with the yellow-skinned boy.

Rivers took advantage of the other party's celebration time and quickly pulled Jordan aside to whisper a few words.

Here, the Grizzlies had the ball, Conley dribbled the ball into the middle circle, Li Ming circled the baseline, and Gay was able to catch the ball smoothly.

"Keep moving! Keep moving," Hollins yelled at Randolph, motioning him to pull up high and make room.

Randolph swung his ass to the high position and took away the defender. Guy saw the timing and cut in. Paul broke out in the diagonal stab, with his arms raised and his feet standing still.

"If Rudy cuts the ball forcibly, he will definitely be dribbled into someone. After all, the referee's whistle cannot take sides." Barkley's palms were full of sweat.

"Yes, after all, Chris' feet have already stood in advance." O'Neill added.

Gay stopped in the three-second zone and froze in place, with six seconds left on the attack clock.

"Damn it!!" Hollins clenched his fists tightly, squatting on the sidelines where the opponent's defense was weak.

Paul's closeness and Jordan's arms put Gay in a dilemma, and the time is passing by every second.

At this moment, Li Ming slanted his body and rushed out of the bottom line in the opposite direction and then quickly returned. Randy Foye, who was chasing after him, suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.Li Ming took advantage of the situation to get rid of it, and Guy caught a glimpse of this opportunity and passed the ball vigorously with less than two seconds left in the clock.

"Not good." Amidst Chris Paul's startled voice, Li Ming almost twisted his body and threw the ball into the basket.Yes, he had no time to make any adjustments to the ball, and threw it completely out of instinct.

"This is Hawley who is one size smaller, and this is Hawley who is one size smaller." The Hawley that Barkley said was the most famous Mr. Big Heart in the league at that time, and he was famous for shooting this kind of buzzer-beater.

Hollins also stepped on the floor hard, venting his emotions.The FedEx Center became a sea of ​​joy under the tandem of live DJs, and the big screen continuously played the picture of the goal just now.

Li Ming stared at the scoreboard with a calm face, one point away...

(End of this chapter)