naruto-story Chapter 729 Conspiracy sacrifice and lore!
Chapter 729 Conspiracy sacrifice and lore!
Chapter 729 Conspiracy sacrifice and lore!
Brian Shaw was substituted, but his arrival didn't mean anything.
With only 5 minutes left in the game, Fisher's 3+1 before leaving the field directly allowed the Pistons to chase the point difference to 2 points.
84 is better than 86
Magloire saw the shark running murderously, and the commentator was broadcasting the remaining time of the game. Seeing him so hesitant, Williams showed the responsibility of a veteran, and took the initiative to step forward and drink away the rookie: "Then Give me the pig!"
There's nothing else Magloire can do, and that's what's best for this game, to get out of the box to a veteran far less talented than himself, hoping his passion can hold off the Shaq's wrath.
Seeing that the inside line switched defenses without authorization, Westphal stood up. Why did he let Magloire play?Isn't it because of his height, arm length and good athletic ability?He has everything he should have, but now he gave up the inside line to Williams?
"go to hell!"
O'Neal roared, and when he got the ball in the low post, the Pistons were in a mess inside.
Coupled with Danny Ainge's joke: "The Pistons put Jerome and Shaq on the same position? His weight may not be as good as the shark's three meals a day!"
When the Shark pushed back with all his strength, Williams was knocked over. The terrifying weight gap made this matchup unequal from the beginning, and he was completely defeated.
It's just that he is not like other people, he is defenseless when he is knocked down, when the shark rises violently, he sticks up again, although it will not have any impact on the opponent's attack, but he will never fall to the ground forever.
"BOOM!!"
"Shaq~~!!"
The Staples audience applauded the Sharks.The shark walked away arrogantly, Mo Mengchen walked in indifferently, threw the ball to Williams, and said to Magloire at the same time: "Rookie, you should be ashamed of yourself."
Magloire gritted his teeth, Williams did this without his consent.However, if he really wanted to match up with the Sharks, why didn't he turn down Williams?
He couldn't respond to Mo Mengchen, and he didn't dare to respond.
Williams delivers the ball.Mo Mengchen looked at the score, 88 to 84, more than four minutes, and a gap of 4 points, there is no need to worry at all, this game has not reached the time to decide the winner.
However, every next round will be a bloody battle that will test people's hearts.
O'Neal got a lot of the ball at the last moment, and Kobe was left out. This seems to be a matter of course. Give the ball to the strongest person, and every team will do it.
If you don't look at Kobe's performance tonight, it makes sense to do so.
Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, but he was thinking about other things.
Will Kobe have an idea?
Will he be angry?
What would happen if the Lakers lost this game?
"We must win this game." Mo Mengchen murmured.
The seeds have been planted. Since last season's finals, Mo Mengchen has been waking up Kobe, the sleeping lone wolf. Now he is about to wake up, but he just needs some opportunity.
This game is an opportunity.
In the first half, Kobe proved that as long as the ball is given to him, he can lead the Lakers to lead the Pistons by 15 points in the half;
This is not enough, only let the Lakers lose the game, Bryant's repressed anger will be able to erupt.
Must win!
Mo Mengchen patted the ball, Brian Xiao in front of him felt cold, even he could feel the coldness from his opponent, it was a chilling aura.
Time flies like lightning, and the moment Mo Mengchen activated it, Xiao already knew that his defense was about to collapse. To his surprise, Dor.Mo suddenly realized his conscience and gave him time to react.Then, when his body reacted to the opponent's change of direction and lost his balance, he suddenly realized that this was not a sudden kindness, the opponent's pause was just to end his center of gravity.
Xiao was knocked down!
There was an exclamation from the Staples Center. Mo Mengchen sped up and passed Kobe, who wanted to help defend, but failed to pass the ball back to Houston, who was already open.
Everyone's movements slowed down in Mo Mengchen's eyes.
O'Neal's block was one step late, and Mo Mengchen's outburst was like a stormy sea—"Oh my God!!" The dizzying windmill looks like a meteorite from outside the sky, imagining the illusion of smashing the earth, something unimaginable happened at the critical moment of the game!
"Dor.Mo Riding on Shaq!!"
It can be found that more than half of the audience in the front row covered their mouths. Only by doing so can they control their mouths and not scream out of fright at the scene in front of them.
Mo Mengchen was pulling at the basket, and if he heard correctly, O'Neal was also called for a defensive foul.
The bottom line referee's gesture made Mo Mengchen affirm his own judgment: "The dunk is valid, and there is an additional penalty!"
Even O'Neill didn't expect such a thing to happen. Mo Mengchen flew up suddenly, and the speed and bounce of the bullet were terrifying. His defense was just a little late, and then he was ridden.
Mo Mengchen fell to the ground lightly, and he swayed on the basket for at least two seconds, completely releasing his strength, so that his legs would not be oppressed by any external force.
"Even if a pig is tied inside, the defensive effect will not be worse than yours."
Leaving the trash talk behind, Dor.Mo turned and walked to the free throw line.
"Damn Aussie!" O'Neill's eyes were bloodshot. If he had been more serious just now, the opponent would never have succeeded.
Even if he fouls maliciously, he will prevent the opponent from dunking like this.
"Damn it!" O'Neill was extremely angry.
Then, Mo Mengchen made a free throw.
87 is better than 88
In a blink of an eye, the point difference was only 1 point.
The back and forth between Mo Mengchen and O'Neill escalated the intensity of the match, and the spirit of fighting on the field became more intense.
In less than half a minute, O'Neal faked a pick-and-roll, really cut inside, pointed in the air, and completed a textbook alley-oop with Shaw, the most comfortable guard he has ever worked with in his career.
90 is better than 87
Mo Mengchen was not in a hurry, settled in the frontcourt, and called for a scalpel tactic. After the tactic was completed, he assisted Hill to score an empty layup.
89 is better than 90
"I don't fucking need anyone else's help!"
O'Neill made it clear that he wanted to play alone, and he wanted to prove that he was better than Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen needed to pass the ball, but he didn't.The paint area wanted the ball, and the other four Lakers watched. The big shark seemed to be able to submerge Williams, turned around and smashed a dunk with both hands.
92 is better than 89
Zen Master's face also became ugly, because O'Neal was playing the game he least wanted to see.
The superstar fights alone, and others become spectators. What is the difference between him and Kobe?How did Kobe, who was suppressed throughout the second half, feel when he saw this scene?
But he is playing so smoothly now, can he be stopped?
The Lakers unknowingly entered a dead end.
This is exactly what Mo Mengchen wants to see, he must continue to attack now, and cannot stop O'Neill.
therefore
Two meters from the three-point line, Xiao saw Mo Mengchen put the ball away.
A sense of panic permeated the audience. In this era where three-pointers are not advocated, except for the buzzer shot that was too late to be transported to the frontcourt, who would make a shot in this kind of place?
Dor. Mo will.
Xiao's defense was too slow. When he threw himself in front of Mo Mengchen, the ultra-long three-pointer two meters from the three-point line had already been shot.
The rotation of the ball is terrifying, and everyone's eyes follow it all the way to the basket.
Finally, play cricket into!
92 is better than 92
With less than 2 minutes left in the game, the Lakers requested a timeout, and Hill rushed to Mo Mengchen to clap in front of him.
The Zen master spoke fiercely, allowing the shark to see his teammates clearly.
O'Neal asked him back: "Will Michael Jordan give up the ball at this time?"
He pointed to the opposite: "Dor.Mo issued a challenge, I can't admit defeat!"
Kobe watched Zen master closely, wondering if Jackson had been consistent, or if he simply didn't like himself?
Although Kobe is rising, O'Neal is the player who has the greatest influence on the game in active service.
Faced with his persecution, the Zen master felt that heaven and man were at war, and finally said: "Only this time!"
"I'll win you guys, guys!" the shark yelled.
Except for Kobe, everyone else was excited.
The timeout was over, and when Mo Mengchen saw that the Lakers were still focusing on O'Neal, and the high-flying Sharks didn't pay attention to their teammates at all, he knew that Zen Master hadn't been able to carry out his tactics to the end.
Kobe was suppressed, but O'Neal was indulged. From the perspective of the young Kobe, what is it?
For them, there is only one last thing left in this game, and that is to win the game and then see what happens inside the Lakers next.
The Lakers will not give up the victory. To win, they must give everything.
Mo Mengchen tonight is like another Kobe, with a selfish style of play. He didn't explain, and his teammates just chose to believe him. Then, from this timeout, the confrontation inside has risen to a whole new level.
Williams risked his life for a fight, arousing Magloire's blood, and the two resisted with all their strength, and the game was stalemate all the way.
In the last half minute, the Lakers only led the Pistons by 1 point.
The ball was passed to O'Neill again.
The shark roared, sending out all his strength to end this damn game, his turn speed was so fast, people couldn't believe that this was a big fat man of 320 pounds, the young Magloire was inexperienced and was shaken dry Crisp and crisp.
The shark jumped violently and was about to attack, Williams rushed over like a death squad and took off with the shark.
Everyone at Staples Center stood up.
They heard the whistle, but the Sharks, the ball that must be scored, failed to hit it. He used too much force. Although Williams was blown away, because of the force, the ball fell from the basket. The shock went out and flew beyond the half court.
"Shaq's free throws will decide the game."
"He made 18 of 6 free throws tonight. Lakers fans should pray to God."
However, the worst thing about the Pistons was not O'Neal's two free throws or Williams' sixth personal foul, but Williams himself.
His heroic defense infected the whole team, but this time, the goddess of luck did not favor him, and his body lost his balance in the air. After landing, his hand hit the ground first, and he screamed in pain. The landing, and his subsequent reaction, was not good.
Mo Mengchen and Wise observed on the spot.
Wise couldn't see why.
"It doesn't look like a dislocation." Mo Mengchen said regretfully.
"Daddy" Williams grinned in pain. Sometimes, he didn't need to bark to look like a tough dog. "Looks like I'm going to take a break."
Williams is the hardest bone of the Pistons. He is full of bad boy legacy. He is one of the most popular players among Pistons fans.
Although his talent is not good, he withstood the pressure tonight when Rashid was unable to play, resisting O'Neal until now, his tough style and aggressive game attitude are worth learning from everyone.
But now he has to go.
"Jerome, you did a great job tonight." Dor.Mo, who never directly praised others in the game, said, "Go on and rest well."
Trash Dog stood up slowly, and there was applause from the scene.
Westphal then brought on Rashard Lewis.
"Mo, I'm not going to call a timeout no matter what happens to Shaq's free throw," Westphal told him.
Mo Mengchen met the head coach's eyes. Williams' injury is unknown. At the last moment of the game, no timeout was called, and the players were allowed to play freely, and Lewis was replaced.
Mo Mengchen nodded lightly: "I understand."
The fans at the scene don't expect O'Neal to make two free throws, as long as he can make one free throw, it is enough to make them happy.
O'Neal also satisfied them, hit the first free throw and hit the second free throw.
With 17 seconds left in the game, 98 to 96, the Lakers led by 2 points.
Westphal saw Mo Mengchen's plan.
The previous selfishness was laying out for the last moment.Mo Mengchen will use tonight's performance to attract double-teams at the last minute and create opportunities for others.
Westphal saw this, and he could even guess who Mo Mengchen most wanted to kill.
There is no better candidate than Alan Houston. If he kills tonight's game, he can indirectly kill Davis' ambitions.
However, Westphal is not willing to see this happen.
He still expects Davis, so he puts on Lewis.
"Paul, why was Rashad replaced?"
The comparison was about to begin, and Frauses took the initiative to ask for advice while looking at the field.
"A selfish team will never succeed. Everyone needs to sacrifice." Westphal looked from Houston to a nervous Davis. "Everyone needs to."
Then, the game begins.
First, the commentator questioned Westphal's arrangement, and didn't ask for a timeout in the remaining 17 seconds?
Then came the scalpel tactics of the Pistons.
From the previous games, we can know that the Lakers have cracked the scalpel No. 1 and No. 2 tactics, but Mo Mengchen still chooses to use the scalpel No. 2 tactic.
The first endpoint of this tactic is Alan Houston.
As time passed, Mo Mengchen waited with the ball on his left side. When the tactics were halfway through, he took the initiative to attack and passed Xiao, as if he was heading for the basket.
At this time, Lewis mentioned beyond the three-point line and screened for Houston without the ball.
The CIC king used his cover to run to the top of the arc. No matter how thorough the Lakers' research is, tactics are always ever-changing, and a small change in detail can completely change the tactics.
Mo Mengchen threw the ball behind his head.
"Alan Houston's open [-]-pointer!"
The CIC king jumped up, attracting the defense from the bottom corner to the front, he was in the air, he could execute the last shot, and proved his strength with a lore, making Ricky Davis completely lose hope of competing for the main force , he can do it.
"No, this is a jump pass!"
Houston's jumper brought Harrington, who was defending Lewis, in front of him, leaving Lewis completely open.In the last two seconds, Lewis received the ball.
Everyone needs sacrifices.
Lewis squats, lifts up, and jumps into the air with just one second left on the clock.
"It's not just talk."
The moment Lewis took the shot, the red light on the basket lighted up dazzlingly, and with a beep, the decisive ball of the game flew into the sky.
"Is it durian or candied fruit?" Mo Mengchen also looked at the sky.
Give it a good time!
The beautiful arc makes people raise their hands involuntarily.
"Shh!!!"
"It's over!" Kevin Harlan yelled, "Rashard Lewis killed the game, the Pistons came back to win at the last minute, beat the Lakers!!"
Lewis jumped up excitedly, just as excited as Jordan threw the shot, he jumped into the air and punched, roaring: "My shot is like candied fruit!!!"
(End of this chapter)