Chapter 331: Scorched
"We need to create chances by constantly moving the ball, here and here, the Timberwolves' offense is just a bit of a routine, playing our aggressiveness, looking for physical confrontation, and the win is still ours!" Popovich drew tactics on the board, spitting on the Spurs players about his tactical adjustments.
The Spurs players all stood up straight and formed a circle, Duncan and other main players were the ones closest to Popovich, Bogans, Bonner and the like were in a more outer circle, and obscure players like Masimmy, Tambel, and Alonzo Key could only watch the water cooler farther away.
The cruelty of the NBA can be seen.
Even a team as cohesive as the Spurs can sometimes seem layered, and it's not about who decides, it's because professional competitive basketball has always been like that.
Coming back from the timeout, the fans stepped up their shouts.
The Spurs' first wave of the ball was handed over to Duncan on the inside, and Duncan was at the free-throw line, which turned out to be a high-post area.
Before the Timberwolves' coaches could react, Duncan made a wonderful pass to Parker, who was running back.
Parker hit a two-point layup.
70 to 66.
Occasionally playing high-level strategies, Duncan is also handy. The passing ability of the man who is arguably the greatest power forward of all time has been underrated, and although he can't average more than five assists per game in a season like Garnett, he still plays with a very smooth hand.
In modern basketball, it's rare to fall to the bottom like that. One hit the back single, and then chiseled out an inside line of space. Most of the interior players are getting faster and faster, and they can run and jump like a small forward. The scoring methods are mostly frame-based, and occasionally a small hook hand that turns around is already amazing. Although this development is in line with the evolution of NBA basketball, it always makes people miss something.
There is less of the charm of the traditional inner line, the indifference that Mount Tai collapses in front of and the face does not change, and the domineering that seems to calm the world with a ball in hand.
No player can do the same as Russell, O'Neal, Duncan.
The Timberwolves don't have such players either. Love, despite his stats, is more like a rebounding booster version of Nowitzki, and his outside touch is becoming softer and softer. Entering the second year of his career, he mastered a big killer like the three-point shot, which is unimaginable for the effect of opening up space.
An offensive maniac like Zheng Ke, who loves to break out on the wing, likes to pull away from the flank, and his favorite is after pulling away. Find open players quickly. Then brush up on a good assist.
Zheng Ke pouted his ass and turned his back to Jefferson to ask for the ball from outside Billups. "Smack!"
As soon as Zheng Ke took the ball, he closed his hands and slapped the basketball, and there was a sound, and then he turned around with the ball and took a tentative step. A dot in the air.
Without waiting for Jefferson to react, Zheng Ke withdrew the basketball. Take a step back with your left foot, follow with your body, and then quickly strike with a back.
Step-back jumper behind the face frame.
The basketball smashed into the frame and flew away, but the rebound was grabbed by aggressive Gibson.
After Gibson got the rebound, he didn't rush to attack, grabbed the ball with one hand, and threw it directly outside the three-point line, where Billups jumped lightly and grabbed the cannonball-like pass.
Billups was not in a hurry to attack, looked at the time, and stood still outside the three-point line.
After a while, Billups re-dribbled to the top of the arc, beckoned Pekovic to block him, and then attacked the basket himself along the halfline.
Someone rushes in, and someone wants to help. Billups stopped a step abruptly, kicked his old leg, and before the help of the defense personnel arrived, he shot high.
Hit!
72 to 66.
It's a match-up game, with the Timberwolves having strong offensive firepower and the Spurs also feeling hot, and it's rare to see such a performance on the playoff stage. Or that in recent years, it is rare to see the Spurs, who are known for their defense, play such an offensive performance, and the fans are stunned, and they don't even dare to go to the toilet when they pause, for fear that they will miss any wonderful shots when they come back from the timeout.
At the end of the third quarter, the Timberwolves led the Spurs by four points, 83-79.
Zheng Ke scored another high-scoring game, and in the third quarter, he had scored 35 points with 20 shots, which should be considered normal for him. It's just that the team is still tepidly ahead of the Spurs like this, which makes him a little anxious, because no one can guarantee victory until the last moment.
Sure enough, Zheng Ke had just finished the fourth quarter for 2 minutes, and the Spurs played a wave of 8-0 and instantly overtook the score.
The speed is staggering, Zheng Kecai drank water and rested, and when he looked up, his team was 4 points behind the Spurs, and he thought he was wrong, rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was still the case.
This situation is helpless, no one expected the outbreak of the bench, compared to the current laughter of the Spurs players, the atmosphere on the Timberwolves' bench is a little dull and dignified. "I'll do it anyway."
Zheng Ke thought about it and took the initiative to ask for help. "No, you need to rest."
To Zheng Ke's surprise, Whitman actually rejected Zheng Ke's request, and he rejected Zheng Ke's suggestion when he first moved on the court, as if to prove that he could do without Zheng Ke.
Zheng Ke's face changed, he didn't understand why Whitt would choose like this. "Here's your recent statistic, you're so tired and need a break. Now, even if you get back on the field, you will still not be able to guarantee 100% combat effectiveness at the end of the game, so we will repeat the mistake of the second game. Whitman handed Zheng a statistic, which was Zheng Ke's statistics for the third quarter.
In the second half of the quarter, he made only 1 of 5 shots.
Zheng Ke pinched the paper, and then kept silent. He didn't think much of Whitman's judgment in his heart, how could the player's state be guessed by skill statistics? But in fact, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, what if it was really like Whitman said that he was out of shape at the last moment? Didn't you become the sinner of the team?
Zheng Ke hesitated, and the other players of the Timberwolves were already on the court.
Popovich counted the personnel on the field, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered: "Didn't you change Zheng Ke to play?" What's going on, is it sexually transformed? “
Without Zheng, Popovich felt much easier to command, and many tactics could be better executed. Unconsciously, Zheng Ke has become the biggest pressure on the spurs, without this pressure, it is like a fish jumping in the open sea, and the sky is high for birds to fly.
After the timeout, the Timberwolves found a little bit of a way back off the bench.
Veteran Mike Miller hit a three-pointer that stepped off the line to help the Timberwolves pull back two points.
From leading opponents to chasing points behind the buttocks, the speed of transformation is a little unacceptable. Thankfully, the Spurs didn't have a lot of leads, giving Timberwolves fans hope of victory, waving plastic sticks, shouting the names of their bench players, and exuding their enthusiasm.
Zheng Ke returned in the eighth minute, when the Timberwolves tied with the Spurs by 92 points. "I'll leave it to you."
Iverson and Zheng Ke high-fived and encouraged, like the torch of a generation of scoring champions, and at this moment this glory was passed on to Zheng Ke. The camera clicked wildly, filming the exchange between the two generations of heroes, looking at Zheng Ke's young appearance, Iverson couldn't help but feel a little emotional, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Zheng's appearance caused a domino effect, and the Spurs followed suit to replace Richard Jefferson.
Another minute later, the Spurs replaced Duncan and Parker, and the Timberwolves replaced Lowry and replaced Billups, so the lineup for the final moment of the two teams has been almost adjusted.
Dribble under the crotch and shake the cross-step.
Zheng Ke held the ball to face Jefferson, constantly changing his center of gravity, making Jefferson a little unpredictable Zheng Ke's preferences. "Damn it, Akira your sister."
Jefferson scolded in his heart, but his eyes widened, he held his breath, not daring to take a careless step, for fear that Zheng Ke would immediately play magic and suddenly disappear from his field of vision. "呲~"
The grinding sound between the sneakers and the floor made people's ears hurt to hear, and Jefferson's hairs stood up the moment he heard the friction sound, and his nerves reacted quickly, and his tense muscles instantly made a judgment, and he actually kept up with Zheng Ke's pace.
Zheng Ke chose a forced breakthrough on the right side. Sometimes he will break back like James, looking for space, sometimes like Wade, a huge change of direction, and sometimes like Iverson, he will confuse his opponent with dazzling steps. This time, it was a combination of the three, but the effect was average, so that Jefferson, an old opponent, saw the movement, clinging to himself tightly, and interfering with some small movements from time to time.
Two steps later, Zheng Ke made a sharp stop, his right hand holding the ball briefly paused in the air, and a crotch dribble to restrain his body.
This state of urgency to the state of prohibition is surprising. And Jefferson, who was still immersed in small movements, couldn't contain this inertia and staggered forward.
"It's over!" Jefferson couldn't help but close his eyes.
Sure enough, Zheng Ke retracted his body, his left foot did not move, and the right foot that stepped out was withdrawn, and then stood in place, making a high-position fixed-point jumper that was easy to the extreme.
"Huh!"
The cacophony pierced Jefferson's ears and made him miserable. He doesn't have to think about it to know that he is on the NBA's official top ten games again, and maybe tomorrow some unscrupulous media and newspapers will use some photos from all angles as front-page headlines.
scored this goal, Zheng Ke couldn't help the excitement in his heart, he turned back to defense, held his chin high, raised his hands to the top, and motioned to the surrounding fans to increase the sound of cheering.
Sure enough, the fans were all emotional, stimulated by Zheng Keyi, and the screams came and went, and the crazy look was like a religious fanatic who had been brainwashed.
The game has become more scorching (to be continued......