"Boss, this ball was mine just now......" Randy Ferje pointed to his chest.

"Settle down." Paul looked at him calmly and simply popped out the word.

He also didn't seem to be satisfied with the coach's substitution, and Jordan Jr. on the offensive end had no ability to take the ball on his own, relying on feeding the cake.

Now, with Randolph's black bear under the basket, he can't get stuck at all. Defensively, his pace was too slow, and he could only shrink into the three-second zone.

The most annoying thing is that his defensive habits are too bad, obsessed with block data, often losing his position, and repeatedly letting the opponent sneak to the basket.

At this time in the game, the coaches of both sides cherished their timeout opportunities and refused to call out easily, and could only rely on the players themselves to adjust on the field.

Paul walked through the half with a serious look on his face, and Griffin was on the left 45 from the outside.

Randy Foye was on the right side of the arc, and Bobby Simmons was still pulling near the baseline.

Li Ming still adopted a defensive strategy to prevent Paul from turning around easily.

Paul raised his hand and pretended to shoot, but Li Ming was unmoved. Paul's eyes rolled, a cat's waist, and Li Ming's center of gravity was quickly pulled back after being driven.

"Not good." Li Ming knew that he knew that Paul had a range.

Sure enough, he quickly pulled up and made a clean three-point shot.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops came to meet each other, and the ball fell into the pocket steadily. 92 to 88, a difference of four points.

Hollins called a timeout on the sidelines.

"Mike, you and Rudy pull up the line and don't give them an easy three-point shot." Hollins drew with a tactical board.

"The inside line is settled by Zach, if someone comes in, don't jump, try to block it, Rudy will come back and help you make it up." At this point, it's up to Rudy Gay's defensive coverage, and his long arms and formidable speed are the only reasons why Hollins dares to be so bold.

"On the offensive end, you can try to give Lee two attempts on the outside." Hollins twisted his head in Li Ming's direction and said firmly to Conley.

"Come, come on, let's shout that sentence out loud."

“Beat LA!!!”

The Grizzlies will return to the court like chickens.

"I'm willing to bet Hollins must have handed the ball to Zach this time. In the last less than 90 seconds, only he was the most sure of that point. Barkley said smugly.

"Maybe." O'Neill fiddled with the doll in front of him, hiding his concerns.

Conley advanced with the ball, and Randy Foye didn't give an inch, sticking to it.

Guy landed at a zero degree angle to the left, freeing up the area above to cover his two defenders.

Li Ming quickly pulled to the high position to ask for the ball, and Paul stared at it and put his hand against his waist.

"Damn, this Nima, isn't this referee blowing? The meat is going to be deducted. Paul's dark energy made Li Ming very unhappy, the referee was in front of him, but they were like blind.

Admittedly, this level of confrontation, at such a time they will not blow, leave it to the players to solve themselves. What's more, the opponent is still a super player, and Li Ming can't expect to get the help of the whistle in such a matchup - even at home.

And Paul may be the man in the league who is the best at judging the scale, his movements are hidden and dark, and he is really not easy to grasp. Basketball can't be without confrontation.

Li Ming received the ball, turned his back to the basket at the top of the arc, he turned his head tentatively to the left, Paul did not move, and the next set was still stuck.

"This won't work, it's not good to exert force." Li Ming put the ball back in Conley's hands, Conley took the ball and broke through in a straight line, Randy Foye didn't dare to foul easily, so he could only fight and go, just don't let him jump.

Conley leaned against Randy Foye and dribbled vigorously to the right with his right hand, but the man suddenly walked away. Randy Foye stumbled and nearly fell again.

"It's not good, he's going to shoot, go ahead, block him." Rivers picked up the clue and hurriedly gestured towards Randifuye.

At the same time as Randy Foye pounced, Li Ming also took the opportunity to go down, Paul was blocked by his own people, and between the lightning and flint, Conley's wrist flicked, and the ball went to Li Ming's hand.

Li Ming received the ball without adjustment, and took a big stride into the penalty area.

"Andrey." Paul struggled to squeeze through the wall and shouted at Jordan Jr., who didn't dare to jump this time because there was Randolph standing next to him, and if he pounced, Randolph would be empty.

At this moment, a huge body pulled Li Ming down in mid-air.

"If you want to dunk, save you." Griffin scolded and walked away from Li Ming, this foul was very direct and thorough, Li Ming fell heavily on the floor, and did not get up for a long time.

"It's a tactical foul, and it's better to get him to the free-throw line than to go to the basket. However, Mike's pass just now is a good thing, and the timing and strength are very demanding. O'Neill commented on the situation on the pitch in due course.

"Charles, what do you think?"

"Let's look at the free throws first, it's not over yet." Barkley's words are a pun and evocative. The devil knows which side he's on.

Li Ming got up slowly, Conley came over and whispered a few words on his left side, Li Ming nodded again and again, and began to make free throws. The first ball, smashed the basket, still fell in, the second ball, too.

92-90, "Looking at his free throws, it seems that he is not an iron man, and his breathing is starting to be a little messy." It's a little worrying, now that McElconley is being watched so closely, for the Grizzlies to win the game, Lee has to step up. O'Neill motioned through the headset to the control center to increase the volume of the scene one more notch.

Yes, the madness of the home fans barely makes it impossible for them to hear the whistle, and how can this be broadcast live.

Rivers called a short timeout again, and now he only had one last long timeout left in his hands, and Hollins had a long timeout, a short timeout. Relatively abundant.

"I know everybody's tired, but at this point, it's time for everybody to step up, and Jamal will be up to you, go and storm their defenses, and use up all the strength you have left." He yelled at Crawford.

"Damn, now that I think of Lao Tzu, if I keep playing in the fourth quarter, I won't be caught up at all" Crawford stood on the outermost level, looking at him indifferently, and he didn't know how many times he greeted the coach's family in his heart.

"In the last 47 seconds, the Los Angeles Clippers led the Memphis Grizzlies at home by two points, and now the Clippers have the ball, and Paul has the ball through the half." Barkley loosened the buttons on his collar and sat up straight.

In this last minute of the game, the sideline commentary is also like a big enemy, and he does not dare to slack off, for fear of missing any details.

Crawford settled in the bottom corner, put his hands on his knees, and bent over to watch his teammates run on the field.

"Damn it, Jamal, get moving, get moving......" Rivers yelled in his direction. Crawford looked and reluctantly moved two steps, and across from him stood Rudy Guy.

Griffin turned to the side and motioned for Paul to come over to him, and he came to help hook up the defender and buy him the half-step space.

But Li Ming was like a dogskin plaster, pestering Paul and completely blocking his breakthrough route.

'Chris has been on the ball for too long, which is not a good sign. Ross Barkley warmed up the situation on the pitch.

“Beat LA!!”

“Beat LA!!”

Fans waved everything they could to cheer up their home team, and even beer, Coke dripping to the front row, and everyone didn't care. Roaring and screaming.

"That's right, that's what it feels, that's what it feels." Li Ming took a deep breath and felt the atmosphere as much as he could.

"Lee, kill him, kill Paul." Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Wow grass, you think I don't want to, I've worked hard, this is Paul, half of you will be taken advantage of by him if you are not careful." Li Ming patted the floor with his hands again to cheer himself up.

He took two steps back and slowly spread his arms......

"Lee, stick it, stick it, damn it, what are you doing? I'm going to kick your ass and stick it up. Hollings roared hoarsely, and his hysteria even drew onlookers from the bench opposite.

Rivers smiled slightly, "There is." He took two steps forward and could almost touch the tip of the referee's nose on the sidelines.

Paul is facing the situation on the court, he does not dare to take risks, once this attack cannot score, he will change the opponent's possession, and he has to deal with this ball properly.

In the face of Li Ming's provocation, he did not choose to break through directly, but threw the ball into the hand of Griffin on the right side, and Griffin turned to face the basket.

Randolph's face almost touched his lips.

"Wow grass, this is so disgusting, Bah Bah ......" Griffin gave the ball back to Paul with a look of disgust.

It's not that he dislikes Randolph's bad breath, it's because he can't resist Randolph at all.

Paul began to dribble under his crotch continuously, but Li Ming still didn't lift it, and still shrank near the three-second zone, giving him enough space to break through.

"Chris still has experience, he doesn't rush to attack. Instead, choose the pressure time and wait for the opportunity to move. He is truly a top-notch master of control. O'Neill did not hesitate to praise Paul.

Just when the inside line was in chaos, Paul suddenly stopped to the top of the arc with a dribble and jumped high.

"He's going to make a shot, as long as this ball goes in, the Grizzlies will fall into passivity, and they can't chase it back in a round, as long as the Los Angeles people don't make mistakes, they can win the game safely."

Li Ming came first, jumped directly after taking a big step, Paul's shot was interfered with, the ball smashed on the basket, the two sides continued to scramble for floor balls, and the people in the penalty area turned over on their backs, and finally the ball was out of bounds.

Grizzlies possessed the ball, and the referee gestured after repeated video confirmations. Oh my God, the last 21 seconds, the Grizzlies' possession. ”

Hollins called a long timeout.

"Rudy, you go to the sideline, Mike takes the ball and quickly goes down, takes away the defender, and then Mike gives the ball to Zach, remember, try not to make three points until the end, and quickly foul once you lose the rebound."

Hollins' tactics were very simple, with seven or eight seconds left in the game, either a layup or a free throw, to drag the game into overtime.

Guy made a free throw, Conley ran back to the back court to catch the ball and took it past the frontcourt. But how should he choose this ball, whether to look for a two-point opportunity to play overtime or make the final decision? Ross Barkley kept an eye on the situation.

Guy went down, and Conley gave the ball to Randolph smoothly, but this round Rivers replaced Jordan Jr., which was obviously very targeted, and he ate Hollins' tactics.

Randolph was uncomfortable being pushed by Jordan Jr. under the basket, and there was no angle at all, and time passed little by little. He could only pass to Guy at the top of the arc again.

Guy was covered by Bobby Simmons' long arms and didn't have a chance to shoot, Conley was blocked by Randiver and couldn't catch the ball, Li Ming got rid of it in a reverse direction and quickly came towards Guy.

Guy didn't have time to think about it, as soon as Li Ming received the ball, his feet were settled, and Paul was already in front of him.

There is no chance to break through, there are many hurdles in front of him, and the referee will not necessarily blow the whistle at this time, looking at his teammates who are sweating and panting, even if he is lucky, he will not win much in overtime.

Regardless of that, Li Ming began to dribble sharply and retreated outside the three-point line.

"Lee, pass the ball, pass the ball." Hollins yelled at him. Conley also struggled to get rid of it around the baseline, looking for a chance to hit the target.

In the last three seconds, Li Ming suddenly threw the ball down his crotch and put the ball heavily on the right.

"Oh no, he's going to Andrei." Paul was shocked and immediately took two steps back.

But these two steps ruined the entire effort of the Clippers, and also achieved the counterattack of Li Ming, a small person.

I saw him quickly retreat and pull up three points in front of Paul with almost the same movement.

Air still...... There was a sudden silence in the stadium, and everyone from the players to the coach to the rostrum held their breath......

The ball made a beautiful arc and went straight into the net, the ball went in, and the lights came on.

"Wow, that Huaxia kid did it, he did it." The FedEx Center is in a frenzy.

Li Ming opened his arms and knelt in the middle of the court, greeting his teammates who came up one after another to hug.

"92-93, that kid from China won the game, let's congratulate Lee, let's congratulate the Grizzlies again." O'Neill roared.