Chapter 136: The Last Stalemate

Basketball is five people, but basketball must have superstars, and the biggest names in the current Trail Blazers, Sabonis and Pippen, are both aging, and the first scorer of the year is Rashid? Wallace, but he's clearly not the kind of superstar who can win fights on his own. (，，dukanka

On the other hand, the Wizards are also choking enough, Richard? Hamilton is all an open pitcher, Christian? Leitner hasn't been a superstar since he entered the NBA, Chauncey? Billups has a big heart, but no one dares to trust him when he first arrives, and as for me, a guy who commands the iron strike under a tight defense, I can't fully trust him for the time being.

The game went on slowly, the difference was five points and three minutes, and now a superstar needs to come along and upset that balance.

I want to be the kind of player who can change the course of a game on my own and I try to do it every minute.

There were only 3 minutes left in the game, and the score was 91:88, with the home team in front and the away team in the back.

Damon? Stoudeye dribbles the basketball from beyond the three-point line.

I bent over tightly and stared at Scotty? Pippen, don't let him have the slightest chance of sneak attack.

"Defend this ball!" My voice was a little hoarse, I had fought all day, and my throat was already a little smoky, but this was the final duel, and I couldn't afford to lose.

Damon? Stadameyer fancyly dribbled the basketball, a stop, a change of direction, followed by another stop, a big turn from Chauncey? Billups' other side burst in.

The Wizards' defense shrank sharply, and the disadvantage on the inside made Stoudemire have to pass the basketball to the outside again, Scotty? Pippen received the basketball, and he threw two consecutive crotch drops in front of me, followed by a stop, and then another big turn, trying to walk past the baseline.

I was so dazzled by his dazzling feints that I didn't move at all, and the ultimate goal of the feints was to break through and shoot the basketball, and it was clear that I was a step away from Pippen, and I was able to jump up easily when he raised the basketball in his hand, and then give him a big hat. Pippen is not a fool, he understands that he has many options, but in fact there is only one, and that is to break through, and I got stuck in his position early as he walked inside along the bottom line.

Even though I'm clumsy with shots against defenders, I'm really talented in the position.

Scotty? As long as Pippen dares to pass, I promise he will step on the bottom line.

Pippen had no choice but to jump up and pass the basketball out in the air, and the basketball flew in the air, Bunch? Wells picked off the basketball and stepped into the paint, where Christian Leitner, who came to make up for it, forced the basketball into the basket.

Nothing to do, Richard? Hamilton can't stop the "stick" Bunch, who is in his prime? Wells, his powerful body that can be compared to the inside line is not Richard? A bamboo pole like Hamilton can contend with.

I'm entangled to death, I'm going inside, and now Scotty? Pippen does the front defense, I go outside, Bunch? Wells was firmly on me, and I barely had any room to catch the ball.

But just because I can't get the ball doesn't mean I can't cover for the other players. I blocked Bunch? Wells, Richard? Hamilton flew behind me and picked up Chauncey? Billups' pass, a very standard mid-range shot, scored two points.

93:9o, still three minutes, 2 minutes and 19 seconds left

Damon? Stadamire and Pippen made a cross, the ball went to Pippen, and I was beaten by Damon? Stoudamire blocked the chase and watched Scotty? Pippen throws the basketball into the hoop. Again, a five-point gap.

At this time, the Wizards must bite the score, and if they can't defend it, then they can only shoot. This is the only option.

I ran to the outside to Chauncey? Billups does the pick-and-roll, Chauncey? Billups cut inside at a 45-degree angle, and I quickly pressed to the bottom corner to chase down my Scotty? Pippen just happened to meet Chauncey who cut inside? Billups, Pippen slapped the basketball with a slap, Chauncey? Billups pushed Pippen with his left forearm, bent his right wrist, and the basketball flew into my position.

In the bottom corner, just outside the three-point line, I can stand on two feet. I caught the basketball and jumped up lightly to face Rashid as he came to the defense? Wallace, I gently rolled out the basketball.

It felt so good that I didn't look at the results, I just ran straight to the backcourt, and I knew that flying basketball was going to go headlong into the basket.

After 1 second, I didn't look back, but just raised the three fingers of my right hand up to the sky, full of confidence.

There was an exclamation in the stadium, followed by boos.

The exclamation is a compliment to my confidence, while the boos are meant to hit my confidence.

That three-pointer was really morale-boosting, I saw Christian? Lightner and the others all had incredible smiles of surprise on their faces.

Once again, it was the Trail Blazers' turn to attack, and I kept loudly reminding my teammates to keep Richard? Hamilton is always on the lookout for Bunch? Wells' tanks? Crushing breakthroughs.

But Richard? Hamilton still couldn't stop Bunch? Wells' burst into the box.

But it doesn't matter, because of my reminder, Christian? Leitner is already stuck with Bunch? Wells' forward route, Bunch jumped into the air, stretched out, and wanted to make a layup, but Christian? Leitner had placed a cauldron lid above his head.

The ball was thrown by him, the basketball smashed on the rebound, it fell, and several long people under the basket jumped up, and N arms were struggling to grab the basketball.

Rashid with a height of 211 cm? Wallace in Etan? Thomas and Christian? Leitner grabbed the rebound under the pinch, and then jumped in quick succession and threw the basketball in the air.

Basketball goes to the net, Rashid? Wallace roared and ran towards the backfield.

Once again, I didn't defend it, and damn it, the Blazers' offensive success rate was getting higher and higher in the final moments.

Once again, the pressure is on the Wizards' side, and the Wizards have to withstand the pressure, and I'm the biggest pillar to withstand the pressure, and I have to play my part.

Chauncey? Billups used my pick-and-roll to break inside again, and this time I wasn't so lucky, Bunch? Wells switched to defend me, Scotty? Pippen chasing Chauncey? Billups, Damon? Stoudeyer replaces Richard? Hamilton.

Chauncey? Billups has to make a choice, Sean in front of him? Kemp has stuck his path forward, flanking Scotty? Pippen stretched out his arms and kept interfering with him. Passing, or forcing offense, to whom is the pass passed? Etan? Thomas was taken by Sean? Camp blocked the pass, Richard? Hamilton was killed by Damon? Stadamire is firmly entangled, Christian? Leitner was taken by Rashid? Wallace resisted stubbornly. No one gets a chance.

It was the last moment, and the Blazers were starting to fight hard. The Trail Blazers also need to make the final push for home-court advantage.

As a champion with high hopes, I have the heavy responsibility of reviving the Wizards on my shoulders, and whether I can afford this heavy responsibility depends on the wave at the critical moment.

I pushed away the Punch who was defending me? Wells, though Bunch? Wells is physically good, but his tonnage gives him no advantage against me.

"Give it to me!" I'm in Chauncey? Billups shouted from behind him.

Chauncey? Billups flicked his wrist without looking back and passed the ball out.

I held the ball and went to the basket along the baseline.

Rashid? Wallace has given up on Christian? Leitner's defense, already rushing towards the basket, and Sean, who was ruined by drugs? Kemp also seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment, his body burst out with huge energy, and he stretched out his right hand and slammed it above my head.

There is no choice left, the arrow is ready to fly, and it has to. I had already jumped into the air, twisted my waist, turned around, and dodged Sean with my left hand holding the ball? Kemp's defense, dunking the basketball to the basket fiercely.

"Smack!" Once again, I left 1 palm print on my arm.

"Tick!"

The goal works! Foul on the beater.

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