Chapter 261: Maverick's counterattack

123:112

With 2 minutes left in the game and a 12-point difference, basically the game has lost its suspense, barring a miracle.

Doug. Collins saw that the game was basically going to win, so he put me on the bench. Haywood replaced me as a big center, and Luis Haywood replaced me. Scola also rested, leaving only Carlos as the power forward. Boozer maintains the firepower on the inside.

The outside line is also a pure bench lineup, Courtney. Alexander, Lonnie. Baxter, Michael. Jordan started a soy sauce show on the court.

"Today's table is good!" Me and Louis. Scola chatted and praised the captain of Argentina, although it was a bit ridiculous for me to praise him, who was much younger than him, but it can't be helped, I'm the boss of the team and I have to do it.

"I said, if you have a bald head, you will definitely have a good appearance, you see how good your table is today, 17 points, 9 rebounds, and 3 offensive fouls against the opponent, which is really amazing!" Chauncey. Billups stuck out his bare head from the other side.

"Huh!" Louis. Scola touched his equally slick head and giggled, as if he was now more satisfied with his new model.

"Chaunse, don't talk nonsense, you can really fool, Louis straightens his bald head and says okay, what about me? I'm the first of my ancestors, and I have a bald head.,Why didn't you see me look good.,I've lost a lot of playing time today.,A whole 4 minutes less playing time.,What do you say is going on? "Richard. Hamilton yelled on the other side.

"How many points did you score today? Let me see**! You actually scored 29 points, you got 29 points and you shouted a fart, I don't have as much as you! It's obvious that you've got a bald head and a wave effect! "Chauncey. Billups exclaimed.

"Huh? Is it? Why didn't I feel it? "Richard. Hamilton scratched his newly-bare head and thought.

"You said that if it weren't for your bald heads, would we have scored such a high score today? When have we ever scored such a high score? Not at all! We've never scored such a high score, which shows that I'm right to be bald...... "Chauncey. Billups happily talked about the incomparable correctness of letting everyone straighten their heads.

Just as everyone was chatting with each other, suddenly there was a wave of surprise in the stadium.

I quickly looked into the middle of the field and replaced Steve. Nash plays on Nick. Fan. Axel was on the field with his arms outstretched, his legs bent outward, and he was churning up and down like a one-legged golden toad, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud with his hilarious dance. But when I saw the scoreboard, I couldn't laugh.

123:118

The score is only 6 minutes away, and the clock is just over 35 seconds!

On the big screen, Nick was playing back. Fan. Exel's brilliant performance, where he first hit a three-pointer on the offensive end and then he steals Lonnie. Baxter passes to Michael. Jordan's basketball jumped high from beyond the three-point line and shot a long-range three-pointer, and incidentally caused Jordan's foul.

I watched the replay on the big screen in amazement. Collins was also surprised, and the teammates on the bench who were just talking nonsense were all stunned.

In 2 minutes, the difference of 11 points was caught up, which was a bit difficult, but in 1 minute and 25 seconds, there were many examples of chasing five or six points.

Substitution!

Doug. Collins immediately called a timeout for a substitution!

I was substituted for defensive specialist Larry. Hughes, Flounder Chauncey. Billups, Richard. Hamilton was also substituted.

The Mavericks also made an all-out substitution over there, and Nick. Fan. Exel, Mike. Finley, Dirk. Nowitzki, Reeve. Lafrentz, Raga. Bale was all on the field, except for Steve. In addition to Nash's defensive holes, he is basically the main lineup.

Fan didn't let the free throw go to waste, and he hit the shot steadily.

Michael. Jordan stood on the baseline, but the Mavericks suddenly pressed the ball, and Nick. Fan. Exel is firmly entangled in Chauncey the Flounder. Billups, not letting him catch the ball.

Larry. Hughes struggled with a reverse run and shook off Mike, who was clinging to him. Finley, taking advantage of that moment of the flash to catch the basketball.

The ball came out, but Larry. The moment Hughes catches the ball, Raga. Bell suddenly let go of Michael. Jordan, run to Larry. Hughes, and Mike. Finley packs Larry in front of and back. Hughes.

"Be careful!" I saw Raja. Bell held out that sinful hand and I tried to remind Larry. Hughes, but it seems a little late.

Larry. The basketball in Hughes' hand was pulled along. Bell slapped him off, Larry. Hughes was stunned, but he reacted immediately, followed the route of the basketball flying, went forward, hugged the basketball, and at the same time hugged the basketball Mike. Finlay.

Scrum!

The referee's whistle sounded!

Larry. Hughes shook his arm fiercely and scolded the word that started with f, but no matter how much he scolded, it couldn't change the ending.

Larry. Hughes and Mike. Finley and the two stood in the circle at the top of the arc, ready to scrum for the ball, and I stood with Larry. Behind Hughes, his eyes widened as he waited for the trajectory of the basketball as it was tossed.

The referee tosses the basketball in the air, and Larry. Hughes and Michael. Finley jumped almost at the same time, stretching out his arm and slapping his hand at the falling basketball.

Larry. Hughes's physique is good, but it is closest to Michael than the purported physique zhì. Jordan's Mike. There's still a slight gap in Finley's case, Mike. Finley slapped the basketball away, and Dirk. Nowitzki received the basketball from beyond the three-point line, and without any hesitation, he took the ball and jumped high and threw the basketball in his hand!

Basketball is in!

Dirk. Nowitzki raised his arms and shouted, the arena was silent, and a Jedi counterattack seemed to be about to take place, but the protagonist didn't seem to be the Wizards.

"The Wizards were beaten by an opponent in the last 48 seconds, which is simply incredible, but the Mavericks did it, 123-122, and the margin is only one point, and the Wizards must take steps to prevent this crazy offensive momentum of the Mavericks!"

Doug. Collins was shouting wildly on the sidelines, directing everyone's running, the sweat on his forehead proving that he was in a hurry, and if the Wizards lost this game, then the Wizards would be completely nailed to the frame of shame.

I'm standing on the baseline ball, Dirk. Nowitzki kept jumping in front of me, distracting me from my vision. Michael. Jordan and Chauncey. Billups is constantly interspersed with runs, and Richard. Hamilton kept running around the crowd.

5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds,

The clock was about to pass and my head was sweating, but I still didn't get the ball out.

Just as I was about to call a timeout, Carlos. Boozer ran away from Reeve with a counter-run. Lafrenz, I quickly passed the ball out.

Carlos. Boozer's catch was somewhat unexpected, and Reeve. Lafrenz was a little surprised, but Carlos, as a power forward. Boozer's dribbling ability is so average that he doesn't dare to dribble forward at all.

At this time I didn't think about anything, I just instinctively tried to thrust forward while reaching out to Carlos. Boozer gestured and passed the ball over.

The basketball passed a little high, I could only jump high and take the basketball into my arms, I thought that after taking the ball, I would attack the basket directly, but Carlos. Boozer's passing skills were so poor that the Wizards' offense had to turn into positional battles.

The ball is handed to Michael. Jordan, let him organize! As a star who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, it is the best choice to hand him the ball.

"Don't worry, we're still one point ahead!" Michael. Jordan said lightly, reminding his teammates that the current situation in the game is still good for the Wizards.

Michael. Jordan's words worked, and the frowns on everyone's faces relaxed, and they no longer looked as impatient as they had just been.

God, always God!

Michael. Jordan was wasting time, and he was unhurriedly dribbling the basketball beyond the three-point line, waiting for the number above the rebound to become 5. Jordan moved, he suddenly pulled sideways, and then suddenly burst inside to defend his Mike. Finley tried hard to interfere with Jordan, but at the critical moment Michael . Jordan is simply not something he can prevent.

Malcolm. Lafrenz came out to make up for it, but before Jordan's body touched him, he jumped high, leaned back sharply, and shot the basketball in his hand!

Basketball goes to the net!

Michael. Jordan, clenched his fists and yelled, ran back to the backcourt, ready to defend.

There are 51 seconds left in the clock! At 125:122, the Wizards still have a three-point lead.

Nick, who just performed very well. Fan. Axel, looking for an opportunity, but Chauncey. Billups clung to him at the critical moment, not giving him any chance to sneak attack.

The basketball is passed to Mike. Finley, Mike. Finley is now the boss of the Mavericks, and he bravely picked up the burden at a critical moment, first rocking from side to side, shaking Michael Brown. Jordan's center of gravity, then holding the ball and rushing to the left, when he rushed halfway, he directly pulled his body back, jumped high, and threw a jumper from a large angle.

Michael. Jordan's defense was on point, and he didn't eat Mike. Finley's feints, although he can't jump now, he has enough experience to interfere with Mike. Finley's shot.

The ball hit the rebound, landed on the top edge of the basket, and then fell. I got in position, but Nowitzki grabbed my clothes behind me and I couldn't jump at all.

I'd love to curse! Nowitzki, this guy, used his experience to know that the referee would not blow a foul lightly at this moment, and he used such a despicable means against me!

Basketball by Reeve. Lafrenz slapped to the outside, Nick. Fan. Axel is reorganizing the attack.

51 seconds, 23 seconds for the attack just now, and only 27 seconds left. Nelson didn't plan to call a timeout, the ball was in their hands, and he was going to use his momentum to directly crush the Wizards.

7 seconds, 6 seconds, 5 seconds,......

Nick. Fan. Exel moved with his sudden start, followed by an emergency stop, followed by a big turn from Chauncey. Billups flew into the inside with his side.

"Don't foul! Let him vote! "Michael. Jordan shouted.

Yes, as long as you get to the three-point line, you only shoot a 2-pointer, and the Wizards will still win, but Michael. Jordan's reminder was a little late.

Carlos. Boozer slapped it right on the wrist for Fan. On Exel's forearm, the fan madman in the air stopped his waist pole, let himself stay in the air for a longer time, endured the pain, adjusted the basketball in his hand, glared angrily, twisted his body crookedly, and shot the basketball in his hand!

2+1

The foul was so obvious that Carlos was almost heard throughout the arena. Boozer's thugs.

Michael. Jordan is yelling at Carlos. Boozer, but it's no longer of any use.

Penalty Kick In!

There are only 4 seconds left for the Wizards!

Doug. Collins called a timeout and arranged one last offensive tactic. But the last shot was performed by Richard. Hamilton made a mistake while catching the basketball.

The game went into overtime!

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