NBA opening draw to twilight Shaquille O'Neal

Chapter 170 Lore!Lore!

"Thank you coach!"

Only the Blazers players know that the reason why coach Terry Stotts called two timeouts in a row is simply to let Wang Zelin recover some strength.

"What are you talking about, we are on our own!" Coach Terry patted Wang Zelin on the shoulder, "We will rely on you later!"

Intense tactical arrangements are underway...

"Luke, you go to replace Pavlovich. Your task is to run without the ball and keep them away from LaMarcus and Wang as much as possible."

"Matthews, set a screen immediately after receiving the ball to help Damien get rid of Dwyane; if it fails, quickly move to the nearby three-point line and be ready to receive the ball."

"As for Damien, your task is..." Coach Terry smiled strangely, "deliver the ball to Wang or LaMarcus."

"what!"

"what!"

Wang Zelin and LaMarcus shouted one after another.

In the case of only 7 seconds, there are obviously more opportunities to exert force from the outside, but the coach arranges shots from the inside.

"Ah, that's right," Coach Terry was very satisfied with the player's reaction, "Even if you all think that the team will attack from the outside, then I will do the opposite!"

"Answer me, do you two have the confidence to complete the last shot!"

Coach Terry looked directly at Wang Zelin and Aldridge.

"Have!"

"Have!"

"Well, follow the plan for a while, Damien, you have to play by ear, whoever gets the chance first, Wang or LaMarcus, pass it immediately." Coach Terry ordered.

"Ok!"

Lillard nodded.

……

After the timeout ended, Heat coach Erik Spoelstra immediately noticed that the Trail Blazers' lineup had changed again, and became more vigilant.

"Let's pay attention to the No. 8 player of the Trail Blazers. The white forward is very good at shooting. Last season, his three-point shooting percentage was 43%."

"what!"

The generals are a little startled. You must know that the two sharpshooters of the Heat, Ray Allen and Reggie Miller, made 45.8% and 43.5% of their three-pointers last season.

Marksmen of this level are rare in the league, but there is one in the Blazers on the opposite side.

"The No. 8 is called Luke Babbitt. Last season, he made 100 of 43 three-pointers. Although the number of shots is not as good as Ray's 332 and Mike's 177, as a substitute who only played 13 minutes, it is dangerous. The coefficient is indeed high enough."

NBA Hall of Famer Bob McAdoo, then an assistant coach for the Heat, added in time.

After learning about Luke Babbitt's information, everyone in the Heat team is even more convinced that the Blazers' final attack will most likely be shot from the outside.

Focus on the outside!

James and Wade looked at each other, a tacit understanding in their hearts had been reached.

As everyone knows, all this is in the hands of Coach Terry.

……

"Beep beep!"

Aldridge stood on the sidelines and sent the ball to the sideline.

The Heat's defense is very targeted, focusing on pinching Lillard and Luke Babbitt.

The three of Lillard, Matthews and Luke Babbitt move quickly without the ball.

Using the cover, Lillard received a serve from Aldridge, who immediately went inside, but was blocked by James.

To be honest, Aldridge is not as good as James in terms of strength or weight.

6 seconds!
Luke Babbitt was focused on by the misplaced Mike Miller and couldn't run out of space.

5 seconds!
Lillard ran out of position, and Wade caught up again.

4 seconds!
Matthews made a detour from the bottom line, and Ray Allen bumped into Aldridge... Opportunity!
"Stop dreaming!"

James rushed forward frantically, Matthews saw it, passed it to Aldridge beside him, and Bosh rushed over.

3 seconds!
Aldridge made a cross, the target...Wang Zelin who was emptied on the right!

"Fake!!!"

"Who is guarding?"

"Why did you miss that rookie?"

The faces of the Heat fans changed drastically, and they began to curse.

Eric Spoelstra, who stood shivering on the sidelines, roared out in a voice no less loud than the fans on the sidelines.

"Dwayne, hurry up!"

"What are you doing!"

"..."

If it wasn't for Bob McAdoo to stop him, Eric Spoelstra would have been so angry that he almost rushed into the court.

2 seconds!
catch!
Wade and Ray Allen jumped high, trying to interfere.

1 seconds!
Shake your wrist and shoot!
The advantage of height was clearly shown, and Wang Zelin successfully launched.

"No way?"

The Heat stared anxiously at the orange basketball in the sky.

finally……

The countdown of the timer is all reset to zero.

The backboard and the timer are all around, and the red light is on at the same time.

"Excited!"

The harsh buzzing sound resounded throughout the arena.

The game is over, and basketball ends its short journey.

"Shh!"

101: 100!

"Oh, my god!"

"Damn, what's the situation?"

"We lost? We really lost!"

The fans at the scene stared wide-eyed in shock, staring at No. 36 of the Trail Blazers with disbelief.

……

At this moment, Chinese fans far away across the ocean are paying close attention to the game.

Inside the NBA studio.

When Director Zhang saw that the ball fell into Wang Zelin's hands, a string in his mind tensed instantly: "Now that the ball is in Xiao Wang's hands, what will he do with it? He voted..."

After a short chest suffocation.

"Damn it! It's in!!"

"This ball is very reasonable! Just how to play!!!"

Director Zhang turned into Zhang Lili on the spot.

"Wang Zelin made a shot! The ball went in!! Wang Zelin beat the Miami Heat!!!"

"Master, it's still a buzzer lore!"

Director Ma's voice suddenly rose, and the whole live broadcast room couldn't help shaking three times.

Message board in the studio.

"Wang Zelin made a move! Got in!!! Lore!!!"

"Fuck! This young man!!! Fuck!!!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, my fire was killed just like that!"

"..."

After a brief dispute.

"The king is awesome!"

"The king is awesome!"

"The king is awesome!"

"..."

On the message board, the four large characters were swiped across the screen.

……

"Yes! Yes!"

"Cool! King!"

"You completed the lore!"

"You led us to victory!"

Lillard, who was closest to Wang Zelin, rushed over ecstatically.

Grinning loudly, like a big child, he jumped directly onto Wang Zelin.

A night of persistence, a night of hard work, is finally not in vain!

The rest of the teammates jumped and rushed over one by one, and even the Blazers players sitting on the bench rushed into the field waving towels.

"I knew it, you can do it!" Coach Terry raised his arms and ran towards Wang Zelin with the coaching staff excitedly.

Everyone formed a circle centered on Wang Zelin, jumping up and down, celebrating hysterically.

This game is too difficult!
You know, the opponent is the defending champion Heat led by the Miami Big Three.

Facing such a strong enemy, the league does not know how many teams are timid before fighting.

But under the attention of so many people, the Blazers forcibly withstood the heavy pressure and completed the overtake at the last moment of the game.

At the end of the game, the American Airlines Arena became a carnival venue for the Trail Blazers.

The fans at the scene looked extremely complicated.

They saw with their own eyes that an unknown pawn, who was completely indifferent before the game, completed an epic comeback at their home court.

The one who beat the Miami Heat was a center from China!

An Asian center and a yellow-skinned guy actually killed the mighty Big Three of the Heat.

Thousands of standing fans, holding their heads in their hands, stared at the large electronic screen hanging on the dome.

Some younger fans were caught on camera and started crying with tears streaming down their faces.

They only witnessed the Miami Heat win the O'Brien Cup last year and climb to the top of the NBA.

but tonight...

LeBron James, who was killed by Wang Zelin, put his hands on his hips and stared blankly at the final score on the big screen.

101: 100.

What an irony!

In the end, James had to accept the fact that he lost.

It's still the kind of buzzer lore, and there is really no chance left.

Turn your head and look at the Blazers.

Wang Zelin, who completed the buzzer lore, was surrounded by the Blazers players, enjoying the joy of victory to the fullest.

depressed!

Unwilling!

Wrong!

All kinds of emotions came to my heart, and finally, James finished the expression management and greeted him with a smile.

A man, no matter how he loses, he can't lose his demeanor!

"Man, you made the game go tonight!"

"I will always remember this night, the next time we meet, I will definitely kick your ass hard!"

James took the initiative to find Wang Zelin, gave him a hug, and didn't forget to thump the latter's back heavily.

Wang Zelin didn't dare to show weakness, and thumped James' back hard.

so hard!

"LeBron, I promise, I will win the next meeting."

James was hammered so that the corner of his mouth twitched.

"hiss!"

It hurts!

After letting go of James, the two exchanged a few more words, Wang Zelin turned and trotted, and disappeared into the player tunnel.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you next time!" Came back to his senses, James helped the hairband on his head depressed, "The press conference will be nerve-wracking again soon."

Few people have noticed that James, who is only 28 years old, is completely bald under his headband.

　The debt from the day before yesterday was returned.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)