The last line of defense off the court of the Spurs is Sprint, this guy is fearless and directly facing Chen Lei, the game is played to this point, even if you are a demon in the color and you are a little girl, you have to meet the opponent.

(Sprint's body trembled, but he was not shy and afraid, but angry, stepped forward, grabbed the camera, lifted it above his head and fell to the ground, turned around and glared at the dad who was typing, and yelled, "Hey, that screenwriter, who is the mother is a little girl, I am the evil wolf among men, I am a pure master!") ”）

But Chen Lei's true intention is not to attack, whether Sprint comes to make up for himself or not, he will throw this ball out in advance.

When the opponent rushed over, he lowered his center of gravity and handed the ball to one hand, drawing an arc from the bottom to the top and throwing the ball out of Sprint's armpit.

With a cool armpit, Sprint knew that his ball was still on Chen Lei's time, so he stopped and turned back, and what caught his eye was the Clipper No. 6 who took the basketball and bent his legs and was about to jump.

Just wanted to pounce but Jordan Jr.'s body had already begun to rise, even if Sprint fouled Jordan Jr. to defend it too late, so he simply stood there and gave up the restriction on Jordan Jr.

Unstoppable Jordan Jr. slammed the ball into the basket with a hammer with both arms, and a loud 'boom' sound spread throughout the court, which was also the home first point of the regular season rebounding champion in the Western Conference Finals.

"Roar~" Little Jordan roared hard and continued to vent the depression in his heart, this game was too aggrieved, and the score actually didn't open until the end of the third quarter.

And he is the child who was coaxed.

"Never sleeping on the balcony again." Little Jordan muttered, stretched his chest and stretched his muscles, turned around and ran to the backcourt.

88:85。 The Clippers lead the Spurs by three points. There were 33.2 seconds left in the third quarter.

"Pick up the pace. Attack twice. Parker took the pass and roared and rushed forward, and the Spurs began to run frantically.

After halftime, Parker handed the ball to Dio with a straight throw, and in the face of Chen Lei's defense, Dior raised his right hand high to grab the ball with one hand, and wanted to break through and divide the ball again, but the basketball fell down as soon as he slipped in his hand.

In astonishment, he quickly grabbed the basketball that fell to the ground, but before he could withdraw the ball with both hands to a pair of yellow-skinned palms, he took the ball away.

"Fat man...... Shameful~" Dior looked at the basketball that was taken away by Chen Lei and wanted to cry without tears, and glanced at the timer with 27 seconds left, and his side still had an offensive opportunity.

"Huh...... Why did you drop the ball in the sky? Chen Lei stared at the basketball in his hand with a surprised expression. Look up and down.

"Poof~" Dio spurted blood.

"Smack!" Chen Lei slapped the ball, and then opened his mouth wide: "It turns out that this is not a dream...... God really gave me a basketball~"

"Poof~~" The blood spurted out by Dior soared by half a foot.

Giving the ball to Paul and the Clippers were naturally a time-running rhythm, and Paul slowly swam away with the ball outside the three-point line.

This kind of ball basically doesn't pass the ball and will be handed over to the team's boss to control the ball and throw the ball before the final whistle, and the most suitable for the Clippers is of course Paul, the team's helm.

There is nothing the Pao Roma Spurs can do to see that they are in possession of the ball, and in this case, they can defend the opponent with as few fouls as possible, and it looks like Paul will dribble until the last second, and they will not give the superstar a chance to make free throws.

You must know that giving Paul a chance means giving him points for nothing, and defending is still unknown.

The time of this attack was regressed to about 5 seconds, Paul's movements accelerated, his body swayed left and right, his shoulders slammed to the right, and he glanced at the timer during the march, and suddenly turned around and jumped outside the three-point line. Holding up the basketball with his left hand, he threw the ball with a slam of his right hand.

The moment the "......" basketball was shot, the electronically synthesized whistle resounded throughout the court, and Paul still kept shooting and watched the tumbling basketball until it rolled into the basket.

"Yay!" Paul clenched his fists excitedly, preparing to celebrate with his teammates who had come to celebrate. The referee's shrill continuous whistle sounded in his ears.

"Toot toot toot toot ......" The referee hurriedly blew the whistle in his hand, and shook his hands to indicate that the ball was invalid.

Void? The head went blank for a second, how could that ball just now be invalid?

Paul stepped forward to reason with the referee, but the referee shook his head and did not mean to change the decision.

"I'm confident in my own shot, I swear to God, the shot was definitely a shot before the whistle" at the end of the third quarter was a crucial shot and he had to fight for it.

The linesman on one side squeezed past Paul and stepped forward to speak to the referee who had just blown the penalty, apparently with a different opinion.

The duo then walked to the sideline workstation to watch the replay, and the players on the pitch were given valuable time to rest.

Whether the basketball left his hand at the 24-second mark, after watching from multiple angles, the referee did not have an obvious conclusion, and finally had to maintain the original verdict and no longer let the stalemate continue.

And Paul became the victim of this controversial penalty, and the fans at the scene naturally did not sit idly by and watch their team boss being treated so unfairly, and sent boos in unison to the referee with a big back combed in this game.

"Bastard!" Paul shook his fist hatefully, and he deliberately dragged the ball until the last second, but when the ball passed through his hand, he was sure that there was no basketball in his hand when the whistle blew.

"Forget it, man, that's all for this year's blowing penalty." Chen Lei stepped forward and pulled Paul to persuade him.

"Why......" Paul sighed, glanced at the scoreboard and turned to run to the backcourt, remembering that time was running out and stopped again, standing in the middle line.

After the Spurs served, Parker dribbled quickly to the frontcourt, and about 4 seconds was enough time for him to find a favorable position to shoot, while Paul intercepted Parker in the middle to consume more time.

"Whoosh!" Parker was not angry when he saw Paul intercepting, and threw the ball at Green on the left with a shake of his hand.

Green received the ball and threw the ball out, and the whistle blew at the end of the third quarter between the basketball upline, leaving only the orange orb that had risen to the apex and began to fall.

"Bang!" The basketball kissed the basket like a hungry man who was rejected by a beautiful woman, and fell to the ground depressed.

At 88:85, the margin is still 3 points.

"I've never seen such a depressing, and this year's playoffs have been too chaotic." Paul muttered frustratedly, clearly still indignant at the goal.

"Then you can't just blame the referee, who asked you to suppress the rhythm can be accurate to 0.1 seconds, how can the referee's naked eye tell it" Chen Lei said jokingly, "If it's not me, people like me will only shoot the ball as much as possible, so even so, you are worthy of our thumbs up." ”

"Are you a sycophant?" Little Jordan came over when he heard this, and looked at Chen Lei with a slight squint and a wicked smile. (To be continued......)