Just like playing volleyball, Ben Wallace used all his strength to swing the racket in the direction of Rasheed Wallace. ?? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ ｎ?ｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

Lamar realized the danger and was about to rush forward to intercept the ball first, but as soon as he took a step, there was a piercing pain on his body.

"Good pass!"

Rasheed Wallace didn't hesitate to catch the basketball, jumped up again and threw the ball out.

"Huh!"

"Beep beep!"

At the moment when the basketball broke the net, the referee's whistle also sounded, and his hand was firmly pointed at Lamar, who was in pain on the ground.

Defensive foul! The referee's decision is understandable.

The Knicks' players stepped forward to protest and had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

The Detroit Pistons, on their part, celebrated enthusiastically, with everyone coming up to give Rasheed Wallace a high-five.

The next free throw basket is related to the fate of the Pistons tonight, and it also determines whether the Pistons can go further.

If you don't, I'm afraid the Pistons' season will be over.

Lamar is the devil who will never let his team be overturned with a 3:1 lead!

"Whew!"

Rasheed Wallace is personally using his hands to pull the Detroit Pistons back from the edge of the cliff step by step. As for whether Rashid can regenerate the Detroit Pistons, it all depends on the Knicks' offense next.

At the most critical moment, the most critical shot, the Knicks still habitually handed over to Lamar.

Lamar stabilized his mind, and the soreness in his abdomen just now spread throughout his body, as if there were countless small worms biting, which made Lamar suffer every second he held on the court.

But now that the ball is in his hand, Lamar's first thought is still the game, and nothing is more important to Lamar whenever and wherever it is.

At this point, all Ramal could see was the basket, and Rashid Wallace, who was defending in front of him, was no longer in his plan.

One, two, three, Lamar with the ball gradually advanced like Rasheed Wallace.

Rasheed Wallace tried to stop him several times, but Lamar's cold eyes made him shiver from his heart.

"This bastard has become terrible, too!" Rashid Wallace was even angry at this point, with the absurd idea that he would never encounter Lamar again.

"Oops!" said Rasheed Wallace, who said in a bad voice.

Just when Rashid was distracted, Lamar was ready to break through.

That's right, at such a life-and-death moment, Lamar has long put life and death aside, Lamar did not choose a mid-range shot that can reduce the load on his body, but chose a more secure, but more harmful to the body with the ball.

Rashid also knew that if Lamar was allowed to burst inside, the Detroit Pistons would be in real danger. Thinking of this, Rashid didn't have time to think about it and stepped forward to grab Lamar's arm.

"Beep beep!"

At this time, Lamar's brain was almost blank due to the sharp pain, and his attention was focused on shooting, and he was not prepared for Rashid Wallace's sudden movement at all.

Lamar was immediately dragged to the floor by Rashid.

The Detroit Pistons fans in the arena were also shocked, and they knew very well that if Lamar fell again, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thankfully, Rasheed Wallace managed to keep the last shred of his sanity in the nick of time, and he reached out to hold Lamar just as he was about to fall.

Jeff Van Gundy, who was already so frightened that he almost jumped up, was slightly relieved when he saw this scene.

The referee's whistle blew again, this time his finger was on Rashid Wallace, the defensive foul and the referee's decision was unquestionable.

"Lamar, come on!" Alan Houston panted as he watched Lamar. Houston, who has never been very physical, is now a little unable to hold on, and he can still stand on the court and only rely on his last breath to persevere.

Lamar nodded and walked to the free throw line. Taking the basketball from the referee, Lamar took a deep breath and raised the ball above his head with both hands. At the moment when he was about to shoot, there was a tearing pain in Lamar's abdomen, and it was this trembling kung fu that Lamar's basketball threw off the trajectory, smashed on the basket and bounced to the side.

"Okay! just do it!" The Detroit fans at the scene immediately jumped up with excitement when they saw that Lamar actually missed the ball.

In their opinion, this is a once-in-a-century scene, and it is too rare for Lamar, who has a high free throw shooting rate of 88%.

Lamar was startled and quickly reined in, tried to calm himself down, and then threw the second ball.

"Huh!"

The goal was scored, and the score between the two sides was stretched to two points again.

The Detroit Pistons had one more offensive opportunity, and Larry Brown quickly called a timeout to reconfigure the strategy. He also knows that if he loses this game again, the Pistons will really be finished!

The pause passed quickly.

The game restarted with the Detroit Pistons serving in the midfield.

The Knicks' defensive formation was as wide as possible, and their idea was simple, to do their best to defend three-pointers.

The referee handed the ball to Ben Wallace, and the rest of the Pistons immediately scattered and followed Larry Brown's prearranged tactical run.

Stackhouse took the opportunity to pull to the top of the three-point arc, while Prince, who was in charge of protecting him when he was around, and Rasheed Wallace squeezed under the basket, ready to scramble for rebounds.

"Jerry, it's up to you!"

Lindsay Hunter, who received the ball first, didn't let the ball stay in his hand for long, and directly handed the ball back to Stackhouse's hand with a single blow.

There were only a few seconds left before the end of the game, and by the time Stackhouse received the ball, the timer had reached the final five seconds.

"Jerry, it's a matter of success or failure!" Rasheed Wallace said silently as he stood under the basket.

Stackhouse jumped straight up after receiving the ball, his eyes fixed on the basket.

At this point, Houston had already pounced, but considering Houston's physical strength and the distance between the two of them, Houston couldn't do anything about this shot.

It's just that Houston didn't give up, and he couldn't let Lamar's hard work be wasted because of his own powerlessness.

The basketball was already in the shot, and when the ball was on his fingertips, Stackhouse knew it was going to be a good feeling.

But at this critical moment, Houston's hand also arrived. Alan Houston used an almost forward lunge, and his body was almost thrown out.

With a snap in his fingertips, Houston knew they had won this game.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and Starkerhouse's heart, who was about to celebrate the lore with his right hand held high, felt like it had been hit hard. Stackhouse looked at the basket dumbfounded, and Rasheed Wallace tried his best to grab the rebound, but he ultimately failed under Dampoter's death!

When the Knicks players searched for Lamar, the biggest hero of the day, they found that he had already walked into the players' tunnel.

Lying on a bench in the locker room, Lamar gritted his teeth and was examined and treated by the team doctor.

Looking at the phone call in front of him, Lamar hesitated. He really didn't dare to answer because it was Vanessa. Lamar didn't know how to face Vanessa at this moment.

Now Vanessa definitely knows her situation, hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out when Vanessa called for the third time, and finally a voice came from the other side of the phone after a silence.

"Lamar, how are you doing?"

"I—I'm fine!hmm!" Lamar wanted to speak fluently, but as the effects of the drug wore off, the pain in his abdomen made him snort softly.

On the other side of the phone, Vanessa's cry was heard as the phone fell to the ground. Lamar was also at a loss, swearing and swearing.

When Dampot and the others returned to the locker room, they found Lamar lying on his back on a bench receiving ice from the team doctor and begging for forgiveness on his phone like a grandson.

Everyone was stunned for a while, and everyone started to wash silently with a smile. At this time, no one dared to make any trouble, for fear of being killed by the angry Lamar.

Back in New York, Lamar was taken directly to the hospital by Van Gundy.

Lying in a hospital bed, Lamar finally slept soundly after being given painkillers.

I don't know how long it was, but Lamar finally woke up from the pain in his abdomen. The first person he saw was his sister Sally, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and it was clear that no one had slept well at night.

Seeing that Lamar seemed to be awake, Sally seemed very happy: "Lamar, you are awake! Thank God!"

"Sally, why are you here? Can you pour me a glass of water?" Lamar found that his throat was very dry, and his words were extremely hoarse, "Aren't you supposed to be still in China now?"

Sally nodded and said, "I just came back a few days ago, Vanessa is pregnant with a baby now? ”

Thinking of Vanessalamar, she couldn't help but feel sad: "Is Vanessa in a good mood now?"

"What do you think? Lamar, you really shouldn't joke with your body, you don't know how worried we were when you fell to the ground last night!"

Lamar struggled to sit up and took a sip of water, and after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't be as willful as a child, but I just can't let go!"

"We all know!" Sally came over and helped Lamar, "You've been here since you came back last night, but unfortunately you were already asleep by then." Then my mother took Vanessa with her, and I stayed!"

"Auntie, do they all live in the manor now?"

"Of course! You don't know how much Mommy cares about Vanessa right now. You've made Vanessa unhappy again this time, so go home and get ready to be nagged by your mother!"

It seemed that thinking of her aunt's nagging appearance, Sally couldn't help but shudder. (To be continued.) )