"That's the best offense on the planet!" Even with the Kings diehards, Kelsen and Carmen have to admit that Otard is indeed the best player on the planet to put the ball in the basket. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The remainder of the third quarter ended in a confrontation between Wang Weiyu and Otard. These two people, one plundered and plundered with pure personal ability, and the other coordinated other teammates, gave full play to their own strengths, and fought back one after another, and they fought on a par on the field.

The Boston Celtics scored more aggressively under Otard, and by the end of the third quarter, the margin had dropped to five points.

The jump ball advantage in the opening game allowed the Celtics to start holding the ball in the fourth quarter. Otard received the ball from the back, the ball in his hands, and he was very confident. There is only 5 points left, and as long as you can score this goal, you will have a chance to chase the difference to 3 points or even 2 points.

"W, how did you rest?" Otard asked with a smile. Wang Weiyu put both hands, like a spider's web, blocking Otard in a certain area. Otard looked at the basket with his hands floating. The eyes and hands formed a natural feint, which blew up Wang Weiyu's army.

Otard's eyes and movements gave Wang Weiyu the illusion that he was going to shoot. Wang Weiyu defended against his shot, but Otard suddenly started to shoot to the basket.

His speed was fast enough, and Wang Weiyu's pursuit speed shocked him. Can you even catch up? Otard looked at Wang Weiyu in disbelief - his defense seemed to have gotten stronger in the finals... How is this possible? Otard was amazed, but he was one step faster, and with the last two steps, Otard glided lightly across the sky. In front of Otard, Jeff Hogan flashed out.

This nasty guy! Hogan has interfered with Otard's breakthrough several times. Hogan is a thorn in the flesh of Otard's side, and he wants to get rid of it as soon as possible. Otard's ball flew into the sky from an extremely high arc and flew over Hogan's fingertips.

This kind of layup is a peerless good shot. Unfortunately, they often don't go into the basket. The same is true of this ball, which passed through the basket and fell half a circle on the iron basket. Just under the basket, Duruk Mersa burst onto the occasion, wrapped his hands around the basketball, rode Hogan's body, and screamed and dunked into the basket.

The referee is like a police officer who is in a hurry to make a difference. Inspection, found the clues and was sensitive tight, and then blew a whistle again.

Jeff Hogan looked at the ball that fell on his head, and he felt only a thunderclap above his head. As if waking up from a dream, he looked at the referee. That expression vividly conveys a question - foul? Me?

"Oh my God! Jeff Hogan's fifth foul! For the already stretched Emperor Saravo on the inside, there is no worse situation! Carmen choked, her tone full of regret.

"I'm sorry, guys..."Hogan knows better than anyone how important he is on the court at the moment. Marley Cecil patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Brother, your performance is worthy of anyone, if it weren't for you, our inside line would have been broken through by Boston a long time ago." "But... But—" Hogan was bitter about the foul count on him.

He has been a substitute for Merris until today, when he can finally make the most of his work in the team. What is now is to give him a hammer and wake Hogan from his sweet sleep.

Hogan is still like that, let alone Merris. He had never hated himself so much as he did now. When the team needed him the most, he could only sit on the sidelines. This was the case at the last minute of the recent Western Seventh Battle, and it is also true today.

"W, give them a ball!" Raglan is proposed in the run. Wang Weiyu listened to the voice. Since Raglan said so, he must have made a shot. He didn't feel good today, but judging from the rare firepower of the Imperial team on the field at the moment, Raglan is completely the second firepower of the Imperial team.

Just throw this goal and turn the tide around! Raglan wanted to dispel the impact of Truruck's 2+1. That effect didn't just narrow the margin to 2 points. All he had to do now was to suppress this dull momentum.

"You have no way out!" Gnacy Outaka sensed Raglan's murderous spirit from Raglen's movement.

"Want to pass the ball again? For God's sake, compete with me openly! "Otard doesn't want Wang Weiyu to pass the ball. Wang Weiyu had no intention of dueling him. He's waiting for Raglan to get in place, and once Raglan is in place, he'll be able to get the ball out in an instant.

Raglan moved nimbly like a snake, and he appeared at the top of the arc seconds before the time ran out. Wang Weiyu waited for a long time, and the basketball passed.

Raglan took the three-pointer, "Go in!" Wang Weiyu wanted to go in to grab the rebound, but Otard took the lead and blocked Wang Weiyu out.

It was difficult to enter, so Wang Weiyu had to watch the ball smash out of the basket. Otard pushed Wang Weiyu away, "You will lose to me because you trust others too much." "That's why we're fighting here, because of that, we're going to win the championship." Wang Weiyu responded directly to Otard's words.

"When you lose at home, when you watch us lift the Champions Cup at North Shore Gardens, your stubborn mouth will be a little more honest." Otard said lightly.

Otard just wanted the ball, but Peggy rejected him: "Otard, we have someone who scores more easily than you. "Who scored easier than me?" Scoring this piece, Otard is not convinced.

"You'll know after watching this round patiently." With that, Peggy's ball passed into Durukri's hands. In front of Duruk stood Hogan. With five fouls on his back, Hogan has become a veritable paper tiger, without any defensive intensity, and he doesn't even dare to fight.

Duruk couldn't feel the defense, and after a few gentle strokes, Hogan stepped back. Truuc scored on a cross-step layup like he did in an intra-team teaching game.

"Look, is it easier for Duruk to score than you?" Peggy asked. Otard was convinced and had nothing to say: "I admit, Duruk is much easier to score now than me, give him the ball if you want, I have no opinion." ”

"Damn it! They are tied! Banker Stan, who was on the bench, looked anxious.

Hoover Burns rubbed his fists and said anxiously: "Someone needs to score, and if you can't prevent it, you can only look at the offense." ""Offense . . . Look at W's..."Andy Clyde prayed for himself.

As soon as Wang Weiyu's block was called, Otard and Duruk came to him at the same time. Hogan didn't cut inside and couldn't shoot in a position where he couldn't shoot. His misplaced running position put Wang Weiyu in an embarrassing situation where passing is not, and not passing.

"Jeff!"

Wang Weiyu made a mistake in a hurry, and the ball passed directly into Duruk's hands.

Although it was an inside line, Truuk ran in a straight line at full speed at a speed comparable to that of a small defender. Entering the three-point line, he stepped into the paint area, jumped with all his might, spread his wings like a humanoid roc, and bombarded the basket.

"The Boston Celtics have overcome! The Imperial Team asks for a timeout! ”

"Without Merris and Art, Jeff Hogan has five fouls, and the Kings have no defense on the inside." Kelsen was worried about the Imperials. Carmen was more pessimistic than him: "What's worse is that Raglan doesn't feel good, Montgo's offense can't be counted on at this level of the Finals, and Marie Cecil is scarred and not as brave as he was again, which means ..."

"Both offense and defense are pressed on W's body."