Chapter Seventy-One: Five Crimes
Trapping is a very common tactic, especially for players with weak passing ability, being caught can often mean a mistake. Under the premise of not passing, there are only two ways to break the bag, one is to run back or use the cover to get rid of, in the opinion of Li Ming, who is not very good at running, it is also a little difficult to get rid of those two defenders.
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"Ball!" Before he crossed the halfway line, Li Ming asked Grant for the ball and accelerated directly towards the Bucks.
"Woo~" The audience, including many players present, were a little puzzled, looking at Li Ming's suddenly accelerated dribbling, they didn't know what he was going to do.
"My God, is Li Ming crazy? Accelerating before halftime? β
"I don't understand it either, but I always feel like it's going to look good!"
"Yes, yes, I'm a little excited inside!"
The audience exchanged heads, and Hojberg looked solemn, he probably knew what Li Ming wanted to do, but this style of play was too risky, right? And it's easy to get hurt.
"Damn, does he need to fight so hard?!" With a calm face, Hojberg already had the idea of replacing Li Ming from the field.
"Toot!" A whistle blew, Bucks Henson fouled, and Li Ming got a free throw!
The referee's whistle brought Hojborg's attention back to the court, where the guy in the No. 1 jersey was walking to the free throw line with a calm face.
"Sure enough! It's going to force a foul! Hojberg sighed in his heart, this method is not used by normal players, this has to be forced to have no choice but to use this stupid method, and γγγγγγ
"It's not going to be you fouled every time!"
There was a burst of cheers at the scene, and Li Ming steadily scored the ball, and the two points were in hand, and there were still three points left.
Back in the backcourt, Brother Alphabet was already in front of him with the ball, and he went straight to the basket, scored and made a foul.
Two plus one.
Penalty scored.
Li Ming's expression was calm, and until now, he didn't care how Brother Alphabet compared, and how he scored, what he kept thinking in his heart was: There are still three points, there are still three points, and there are still three points.
Holding the ball again, he still rushed up before halftime.
"Toot!" The whistle blew, and this time, it was Li Ming's offensive foul.
There was a boo at the scene, of course, it was a boo referee, and Li Ming played it back calmly, seemingly unaffected at all, but his eyes were more determined.
He had to continue to make fouls, this was the only way he could do it, but he was still worried, he was afraid that his style of play would annoy Hojberg and be replaced by him, but he didn't dare to look back and glance at the latter's expression.
"Fred, this is not going to work! Li Ming's style of play is completely joking with his body! And he attacked so reluctantly, our score is being overtaken little by little, if we lose in the end, I'm afraid it will cause criticism! β
On the side of the court, Hojberg looked at Li Ming who was determined on the field with a solemn face, and Pinckney's chattering advice in his ears, why didn't he want to call a timeout and replace Li Ming, but he always felt that Li Ming had a reason to do so, if he replaced Li Ming and damaged Li Ming's self-confidence or mood, it was likely to cause the latter's performance to decline rapidly in the future, and it was not without such a thing in history.
For rookies, self-confidence is more important than anything else.
Besides, he very much needs Li Ming to get a high score, compared to 10, he hopes to be 20, compared to 20, he hopes to be 30, in short, the higher the better.
In this way, he has the confidence and confidence to do his thing.
Therefore, he didn't call a timeout for a long time, but let Li Ming fool around on the field.
"Toot!"
After several consecutive turnovers and fouls, Li Ming finally got two free throws again, and the moment he stood on the free throw line, he exhaled deeply.
He's already committed three fouls, and he doesn't know which penalty will come first in the next moment between getting a free throw or getting whistled for a foul, so he's sure to make every free throw.
Accumulation of point after point.
This is the first time that Li Ming feels that it is so difficult to score after obtaining the system.
Fortunately, both free throws were scored, and only the last point remained.
There are still more than 5 minutes left, which should be enough, but Kidd still uses the method of two people to fight against Li Ming, which makes him a little impatient.
"Damn it!" Holding the ball again, Li Ming said in his heart: Two chances to foul, one chance to make a free throw, damn, I don't believe I will carry it like this.
Accelerating directly, Li Ming rushed towards the Bucks' penalty area.
"Toot!" Offensive fouls.
"Shh Unwillingly, he exhaled, turned around, and Li Ming attacked again.
"Toot!" Another offensive foul.
Li Mingwu has made a mistake!
"What's going on!"
"That's right! Li Ming feels that there is something wrong with his mentality! β
"Hey, boy! Don't be embarrassed by a No. 1 jersey! Let's go down! β
Finally, there were spectators in the audience who couldn't stand Li Ming's style of play, and began to shout, because of Li Ming's style of play, the Bulls had been chased by the Bucks to only three points.
What is unspeakable is a reversal.
The fans are like this, you play well and cheer for you, if you don't play well, naturally only cursing remains, and this scolding also affects other people:
"Hoiberg, are you eating egg yolks and plugging your brains?"
"Hey! Hojborg, get this guy down! If you keep going like this, you're going to lose! β
"To put it simply, what is the difference between you and my grandmother when you coach like this!"
The scolding was endless, and Pinckney's face trembled a little when he heard it, but Hojberg still looked at Li Ming indifferently, he was gambling, betting that Li Ming had his own ideas.
"Li Ming, Li Ming, don't let me down! Don't forget, what your own strongest weapon should be! β
He muttered in his heart, and Li Ming was also distraught, he had already committed five fouls, and one more time he would have to be driven off the court, which was definitely not what he wanted to see.
Especially now that he has twenty-nine points, one more point he can get thirty points.
If he really fails like this, I'm afraid Li Ming will have to be depressed for a long time.
"To attack or not to attack!" Li Ming is entangled, and then Kidd will definitely let people beat him up for this point, because as long as he makes another foul, he will be expelled from the game, and Kidd, who has used so many tactics to force Li Ming to this point, will not miss this opportunity.
So, this is likely to be his last attack.
Success or failure, it's just these twenty-four seconds.
Li Ming's pupils trembled slightly, and then a hint of discoloration flashed, as if he had made up his mind.
"One last attack, fight!"
After silently reciting the last word in his heart, Li Ming accelerated!