The 76ers forced the Pistons to do this on the road, which has already surprised a group of experts.

In the last 1 minute, life and death are in order.

79 flat.

The outcome was unpredictable, and the fans in the Auburn Hills Palace Arena all stood up and frantically cheered for the home team, and now all the wins and losses are fleeting.

Whether you can win or not depends on the player's flash of inspiration.

The Pistons attacked, and Billups controlled the ball.

Hamilton was still running, and Willie Green complained: "Is this guy a marathon runner?" Ran the whole race, and still running. ”

Rashid Wallace and Jason Mark Hill formed the cover for the double ghost slap.

Hamilton came out and hit a catch-and-shoot jumper for two points.

Hit!

81 to 79!

The Palace of Auburn Hills plunged into a sea of jubilation, with only 37.4 seconds left to play.

Wang asked for the penultimate timeout tomorrow.

He picked up the tactical board, brushed the ground on the white tactical board, and drew the offensive tactics of the position.

At this time, it is a targeted point-to-point arrangement, which is much more detailed than the general arrangement before the start of the game, including how each player will run.

The 76ers players nodded.

The timeout ends and the game continues.

The 76ers did not choose to serve the ball in the frontcourt, and Iverson advanced from the baseline.

Up front, Iguodala received the ball on the flank, Al Harrington made an off-ball cover for Iverson, Iverson cut in, and Iguodala moved to the right.

As he approached the penalty area, Iverson swerved and moved towards the line.

Iguodala then forced Prince, and after smashing away a bit of space, he made a hand-to-hand pass to Iverson, who was answering.

"Bang!"

Billups hit a solid one, Iverson misplaced on Prince, accelerated with one acceleration, and rushed in.

He was too fast, facing Mark Hill's guard in the penalty area, and fired his trademark step-back jumper from close range.

No one can interfere.

In No. 3's eyes, there seemed to be an inexplicable confidence.

The ball makes a wonderful arc in the air.

Then hollow into the net!

Key ball, big heart!

81 flat.

The noisy shouts of defense in the palace of Auburn Hills stopped abruptly, and an exclamation rang out.

At the critical moment, it turned out to be so stable, and both teams grasped the key offense.

The pressure on the court is still on the 76ers' side.

With 23.8 seconds left, the Pistons still had one last chance to attack.

Pause back.

The Pistons set up the frontcourt serve.

Billups controlled the ball from the outside, with his back to Iverson to protect the ball, which was time-consuming.

"Want to make a final attack?"

Iverson interferes forward and forces Billups' dribble.

After 10 seconds, the Pistons started to run.

The 76ers' focus is still on Hamilton, who is also the Pistons' most likely player to shoot the killer shot, and Wang will not dare to risk it tomorrow.

When Hamilton ran out, the 76ers' players instantly turned their attention.

Billups turned, but dribbled himself.

Find Mark Hill, who quietly came up to block the demolition.

Jason Markhill is a backup forward for the Pistons, a sophomore this year, and he belongs to the short and stout interior line, with strength, good at grabbing the board, and a type on the defensive end like Paul Millsap.

Chris Webb couldn't defend, but Mark Hill was able to do well, limiting Millsap's play to a certain extent.

His coverage was of high quality, and Billups strode in.

Almost instantly, a misplaced offense was formed, and then the old man stood up to Millsap's defense and slammed into the 76ers' basket.

"Watch the pace!"

Wang tomorrow reminded loudly that Billups was playing with a slippery rhythm, and Wang was afraid that Millsap would make a mistake at a critical moment.

Sure enough, Billups slowed down in a critical step and stalled in the air.

However, a big hand always shrouded him and did not give him any chance.

"Oops!"

At this time, the pass is the easiest to be broken, and Billups can only bite the bullet and throw it into the sky with his own feelings.

"Rebound!"

Millsap yelled, alerting his teammates to scramble.

"Bell!"

The rebound jumped up, to the outside, in the air, and several hands reached out.

Eventually, with a roar, Rasheed Wallace unexpectedly grabbed the rebound.

When he fell, he was immediately surrounded by a bunch of people defending him.

"Smack!"

Rasheed Wallace dribbled, raised his hands, and attacked under the basket.

He's in a good position, Dareham Potter jumps, in the air, and it's a bunch of hands, it seems to touch the ball, it seems to touch the person again.

"Toot!"

The whistle sounds.

There was silence.

The referee pointed to Hellam Porter, 76ers defensive foul!

“Yes！”

The palace of Auburn Hills erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, and the explosion at this moment made the fans feel so excited.

1.7 seconds.

This is tantamount to giving the Pistons a chance to make a quasi-kill.

The camera was given to Wang Mingming, and the young head coach had a serious face and had already picked up the tactical board in his hand.

Wallace to the free-throw line to stabilize emotions.

Everyone's eyes were on him, Rao is Wallace has won the championship, and at this time, he is also a little nervous.

First penalty.

"Huh!"

Hit!

The audience cheered again, and the fans shouted and smoked.

Second penalty.

Wallace makes a jumper.

"Bell!"

I didn't win!

The rebound bounced high, and Durham Porter made up for it under the basket, overwhelmed the crowd, grabbed the rebound after jumping, and called a timeout at the first time.

At this point, the red light is almost on.

The time freezes at 0.6 seconds.

There was less time, it was too embarrassing, and although the second free throw gave the 76ers a chance, it was actually very difficult.

Wang tomorrow called for the last timeout, took out the marker from his suit, lifted the white tactical board in his hand, and all the players gathered around.

Wang Mingming: "We are so and so, so and so ........"

........

The plight of the 76ers has left some media gloating.

Wang Mingming's three-point theory is almost ineffective, and when encountering a once-in-a-decade defensive team like the Pistons, it is indeed not a simple shot to solve the battle.

The lights are on the pitch, and the noise is amid.

The players return to the field.

Sanders glanced at Wang Tomorrow and guessed Wang's tactical arrangement.

"Will it be a shot? 0.6 seconds, which is enough to complete a shot! Will it be a layup? The shooting rate of the layup offensive basket is higher, as long as you go up, it is a lore! Iverson? Iguodala? "Sanders has already envisioned a lot of final attacks in his own mind, but he doesn't know which one Wang will choose tomorrow.

"Toot ~"

The whistle blows and the game continues.

It turned out to be Andre Iguodala who served on the sideline.

This caused an uproar, and the fans were in an uproar, unable to understand Wang Mingming's tactical arrangement.

Iguodala has gone to serve, isn't there one less end point for the 76ers?

Iverson was in the centre circle, surrounded by Billups, and Hamilton was eyeing him.

It was certainly impossible to catch the ball in the middle circle, and the moment the whistle blew, Iverson suddenly ran.

Iverson's speed is the best of any NBA player ever.

At that moment, it really looked like a sports car.

As soon as he moved, everyone stared at him.

The people in the elbow area are also running.

Al Harrington and Millsap covered each other, and after Korver withdrew, took Prince.

At this moment, two seconds past the serve, Millsap suddenly went down.

After Harrington helped him block Webb, everyone didn't expect Millsap, who was a human wall, to suddenly withdraw, and at this time, Iguodala, who served on the sideline, was already ready to throw the ball out.

The basketball crossed the entire half court and flew diagonally to the left side of the basket.

Millsap came around, unguarded, and jumped in the air.

Jumping to the highest point, the basketball happened to pass over to him.

He flicked his fingers in the air.

"Toot ~"

The red light is on.

"Huh!"

Basketball into the net........