Mirisic sat on the bench and inhaled frantically, sweat pouring out, and the freshly changed towel draped over his shoulders was wet again. The caddy brought him a bottle of high-energy drink, and he shook his head weakly and said, "Forget it, I can't drink it anymore, man, help me change a towel." ”

Brown looked at the listless players on the bench and shook his head imperceptibly, without the main force, the Pistons couldn't play a tough game at all. Fortunately, he still has a big book, otherwise he would have to go home in the first round, and thinking of this, he put his hope back on the court.

Hua Ben stood in the forbidden area with a blank face, holding his knees with his hands, taking advantage of the hard-won leisure time to rest. Hamm took the ball and dragged the offense back another two seconds at Brown's instructions.

The game has entered the fourth quarter, and with 10 minutes to go, the 3:1 advantage or 2:2 balance will appear in the eyes of the fans.

Now the score between the Knicks and the Pistons is 76:78, which is almost a tie, and this is still the result that the Knicks did not play in the second half.

In addition to Huaben, the Pistons did not have much time to attend in the second half. The current lineup on the court is center Warben, power forward Derek Coleman, small forward Terence Shannon, playmaker Ham, and scoring guard Lindesey Hunter.

In this lineup, except for Huaben, the other four players did not have Mirisitchi in the regular season combined, this is the dragon lineup, and they were selected to join the team just to make up the 15-man squad.

The Knicks' bench lineup is much better-looking, Uncle Mu can finally play after applying ice packs for several days, and with him, New York's interior line is a barrier. The big forward is Williams, the small forward is Travigni, who once played against Huaben, the scoring guard is Houston, the former New York boss mid-range shooting king, and the playmaking guard is Sandorf.

In the first half of the main hard fight, the Pistons once led by double digits, Mirisic, Oku, and Huaben formed an inside triangle, and Patin kept making the ball in, and the triangle rotation showed great dominance, and at one point even made New York fans think that they had met the Kings who were proficient in Princeton.

But after the Pistons' main force left the court in the second half of the third quarter, the Knicks' bench bandits took the opportunity to play a 14:4 ** to save the score lost by the main players in one fell swoop. Even if Wabeen is invincible on the inside, this can't hide the flaws of his teammates' ineffectiveness, and in that wave of attacks, the only 4 points are scored by Wabeto, and the other teammates just make up the numbers.

If it weren't for Marbury's reluctance to run in the second half, the Knicks would have won by this time, and for the two tired teams, leading by double digits at this time would have sent the game into garbage time early.

Patin attacked Marbury with all his might, and although he finally sent Ma Dashao off the field, he himself was also, and he couldn't run at that time.

Hamm shook the ball for a while, but instead of getting rid of Sandorf, he almost lost the ball by the opponent. Coleman and Shannon went up to pick them up, but Houston and Williams intercepted them early, leaving them in vain.

Hua Ben had no choice but to mention the high position to ask for the ball, he came out, and Uncle Mu also came out.

After looking at the situation on the court, Hua Ben shook his head and decided to play singles decisively, he was really not afraid of god-like opponents and pig-like teammates. It doesn't matter if you don't have good skills, but you have to run actively, but a few of the Pistons novices on the court don't have a sense of running, or they are also very tired.

With the ball, Wabbon slowly approached Mutombo, pressed his strong shoulders against his uncle's chest, and slammed it in.

Uncle Mu is tall and has long arms and excellent defensive awareness, and now if he wants to fight him, Hua Ben can only use his strength to find an advantage, after all, Uncle Mu is in his forties, and his pace and strength have begun to decline.

Hit again and again, Huaben didn't get any chances, he was too tired, Mutombo's body was a high wall for him now, and it couldn't be hit even if he hit it.

Mutombo sensed Huaben's weakness, and he immediately took two steps forward, pushing Huaben out of the restricted area like a bull.

Wabeto staggered back a step, and just as Mutombo thought it was effective to step forward again, he put away the ball and suddenly passed by, and rushed into the penalty area close to Uncle Mu.

As soon as Uncle Mu passed, Hua Ben hurriedly raised the ball above his head and prepared to hook up for a layup. As a result, Travini made up for the defense, and at this time Hua Ben had already begun to jump, and there was no way to adjust the location of the shot, and if he wanted to pass the ball, who could he pass to at this time?

At this moment, Huaben finally understood the feeling that Kobe would rather play iron himself than pass it on to his teammates next season, anyway, why not try it himself?

Wajben made a move, and Travini did not try to cover him in vain, but covered his face with his hand, covering his vision.

'Bang', the basketball hit the hoop and bounced out, and Uncle Mu, who followed from behind, jumped up and received the ball in his arms.

"Rookie, good job." Mutombo praised Travini and said, "That's the kind of defense that he doesn't know where the hoop is!" ”

Encouraged by Uncle Mu, Travini took the ball from Houston in the half, turned around twice in a row, played past Hunter, and hit a basket to tie the score in one fell swoop.

The New York fans were almost in tears as they saw the light of day from the start of the game. The Knicks played well in the second half of the third quarter and the fourth quarter, and this was precisely the most critical time of the game, and from the point of view of the momentum, they were unstoppable.

Brown hurriedly called a timeout, and he didn't have a few timeouts in his hand. In fact, he called a timeout not to deploy tactics, no matter how good the tactics are, players must be there to execute them, just rely on these rookies who can't even run? Hah, let's be realistic.

"Rest." Brown briefly said the only deployment, yes, rest, and he needed to give Huaben a good rest.

"Boss, I think I'm pretty much there." Mirisic felt uncomfortable when he saw Waben's gray lips, and he knew best what it was like to be physically exhausted.

Brown shook his head, there were still 9 minutes, the last 9 minutes, and he knew that with the white physique of Mirisic, Oku and Pattin, he couldn't recover enough physical strength in such a short time to squander nine minutes.

Waben sat in his chair, the towel he was draping over and shivering, not because of course he was cold, but because his muscles began to tremble, which was a sign of physical exhaustion.

"Forget it, that's the end of the game, let's go back to Detroit." Brown glanced at Hua Ben deeply, and the reluctance in his heart made his lips stiff when he said this, "Ben, get off, rest." ”

Huaben shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Why do you have to rest so early? There is time after death! ”

He poured a bottle of drink with the help of the caddy, and now he doesn't seem to have the strength to unscrew the cap, relying on the caddy's help. The photographers on the pitch all pointed their lenses at Huaben, including the big screen over the stadium, and also gave him the lens.

Hearing the unwilling sighs of his teammates, Hua Ben smiled reluctantly, and he said hoarsely: "The game is over? It's still early, brothers, if we can't take away a victory from this or the like, then what are we doing with so much sweat in front of us? Larry, leave it to me, give it to me! ”

"You need to rest." The Pistons' physical trainer admonished Waben, who put his palm on Waben's calf, shook his head, and said, "You can't do it again, your gastrocnemius muscles will spasm, and it will probably hurt you." ”

Hua Ben smiled: "Really? Will it make me die? Without waiting for the physical trainer to answer, he continued, "If I can't die, let the game continue." See where? He pointed to the stands opposite, where there was a deep blue ocean, but there was a snow-white one that shone like a wave. Blue is the classic blue jersey worn by Knicks fans, and white is the home jersey of the Pistons, and those fans wear it this way to make the Pistons players feel like they are at home.

"Those guys flew in from Michigan to New York to watch us play, they didn't come to see us lose." Hua Ben said tiredly but energetically, this is a contradictory existence, **tired, fighting spirit but always high.

ps: Thank you for the reward from the metatron brother, thank you for the recommendation votes cast by every friend, this book is about to reach 2w recommendation votes, and the fat man is looking forward to it. This afternoon, it was strongly pushed and continued until next week, and then it was on the shelves as a matter of course, alas, it was a long wait.

When it is put on the shelves, it will definitely explode, but before it is put on the shelves, let's make an agreement, right? Now it's 5500 collections, let's exchange collections for explosions, reach 6000 collections to break out a chapter, 7000 collections to break out a chapter, how about adding 1000 collections to break out a chapter? Moreover, the forced push is coming, there are more people paying attention, all kinds of criticism and praise will come, the fat man is ready to meet this storm, and I look forward to it, let the storm come more violently・・・・・・

Again,Recommend a good-looking competitive basketball novel [bookid=2524788,bookname="Glory of the Center"],I collected it anyway.,It's a data basketball stream.,The number of words is relatively small.,It's less than 3w.,Friends who like competition can raise it.,I think this book should be pretty good.。