basketball god death race space

Chapter 62 Cole Calculates Cole
Nima, I didn't foul when he dunked just now?
When it comes to me, it just touches the fine hair on his arm, is it going to be blown?

How can this kid deserve to enjoy this kind of star whistle?
Winnington rushed directly to the referee to argue.

Cole was shocked when he saw this, and rushed up to stop him. If this guy said something irrational, and called a technical foul, two free throws and one throw, the game would really be over.

The Zen master also quickly called a timeout and removed Winnington from the field to calm down.

Winnington cursed and was forcibly dragged back to the bench by Brown and Cole.

"Guys, let's see what to do!"

When Zen Master spoke, he stared at the Jordan trio. If these guys didn't want to, he couldn't force them to play.

"If you lose, you lose! Anyway, I won't play! Shame!"

Rodman said nonchalantly.

"I do not know either!"

Jordan stood up, and he pointed to the noses of the substitutes, "If you screw up the game, you solve it yourself, I won't wipe your ass! Don't think that standing behind me can throw away your own responsibilities and burdens !"

"Look at your performance! Mistakes, hesitation, and non-stop! At the critical moment, no one wants to catch the ball, no one dares to shoot! I haven't seen you play a tough defense! Your performance, even the third-rate players in the league The team is no match! This is the finals! If you haven’t got the awareness to carry the team, then I don’t think you will play again in the future!”

Jordan said sternly.

After listening to Jordan's words, all the substitutes felt chills down their spines, even Cole, who had fought with him, was no exception.

Zen Master originally wanted to persuade Jordan to go on the field and win the game obediently, but when he heard this, he thought he shut up.

Jordan wanted a loss to teach the bench a lesson.

The god of basketball is capricious!
But although Zen Master really wanted to win, he also knew that Jordan was right.

What's more, they still have a three-point advantage.

And time, only 20 seconds left.

They are the one with the bigger chance of winning.

"Let me play. I can control the rhythm of the final game."

Harper finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and spoke.

"Ron, it's great of you to take over the mess."

The Zen master said with relief, "In addition, they will use foul tactics in the end. We need to grab the rebound inside. Langley, you replace Winnington. This guy needs some time to think."

Langley nodded and stood up.

"Look, what the Warriors' bench has done!"

Miller said happily.

"Correct me, Dugu Ming is not a substitute!"

Barkley said with some displeasure, "My grandma is better than these damn bull substitutes!"

"They are not inferior!" Bird said. "Pride is the root of evil that leads to destruction!"

"Add one upstairs!"

O'Neill joked mischievously.

Miller said: "Longley and Harper are coming up, it seems that the Bulls are not so big-hearted haha."

Bird looked at the notice board of the player rotation, and said puzzledly: "It's strange that the Warriors still have no personnel adjustments. Are they going to let this group of substitutes play the most critical 20 seconds?"

"It's not for the substitute to fight! It's for Dugu Ming to fight!"

The magician corrected, "Based on Dugu Ming's technical characteristics, he is most suitable to cooperate with this bench lineup. He can have unlimited firepower, and no one can limit his singles ability, but if he is replaced by Curry Thompson, he You can only be an obedient system shooter. And who can guarantee that the Splash Brothers, who have been on the bench for a whole quarter, can make the key shots to win the game?"

Being pressed on the bench, Curry didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he volunteered for Dugu Ming.

"He has played the best form. He scored all the goals that should be scored and should not be scored. Isn't it the principle we have always followed to give the ball to the person who feels the hottest? I think we can sit back and relax. Watch him on the bench, now it's his game!"

Dugu Ming had an expression on his face that he was doing his part.

Cole shrugged, "Well then, since this is the case, let's arrange the offense and defense for the last round!"

When the timeout expired, the two sides returned to the field.

Duguming still had free throws to execute, so he stood on the free throw line and adjusted his touch slightly.

If this ball is missed, the game will be much more difficult.

"A free throw!"

The referee passed the ball and raised his hand.

Behind the hoop, there were restless Bulls fans. They waved the inflatable sticks in their hands, trying to interfere with Dugu Ming's sight.

Dugu Ming took a deep breath, and according to his usual habit, after dribbling the ball twice, he raised his hand to shoot.

Swish!
hit.

There was a sigh from the Bulls fans' seats.

Instead, the Warriors fans behind cheered.

"MVP!"

This is the most appropriate compliment for Dugu Ming's performance tonight.

With this free throw, Duguming has scored 54 points.

Moreover, he will continue to score!

Longley picked up the ball and sent it to Harper.

Dugu Ming posted it immediately.

Harper's free-throw shooting percentage in the playoffs this year is quite poor, only 69%.

He quickly passed the ball to Cole. Cole is the team's highest free throw shooter, and he has a big heart. Only he can deal with the Warriors' foul tactics.

Surprisingly, the Warriors didn't intend to foul at all!
The vicious Barbosa and Livingston directly double-teamed Cole.

"We know you can't dribble!"

Barbosa grinned grimly, squeezing Cole's dribbling space desperately, trying to make him walk and violate the law.

This is the trick given by the old Cole of the Warriors. No one knows himself better than him when he was young.

Cole couldn't dribble, his body was thin, and he lacked height and speed. He was the only one blocked by the two-meter Lievens, and he couldn't see anything.

"Come here!"

Kukoc yelled from afar.

Cole glanced through the gap and knew it was impossible, Dugu Ming was watching by the side.

The essence of the full-court press is to empty the center farthest from the ball, then defend five and four, and double-team the ball holder.

The thin Cole was so squeezed that he couldn't exert his strength, and it was impossible to throw the ball to the frontcourt.

Sometimes a high golf quotient is really not a good thing, and they will appear a little hesitant, especially when their teammates are still poor.

Center Langley finally came to his senses and ran back to the midfield to catch the ball. Cole threw the ball to Langley through the gap.

"drop!"

Longley was about to dribble when he heard the referee's whistle.

Eight seconds violation!

Failure to dribble across half court within eight seconds after serving is an eight-second violation.

This time, the entire Bulls team was dumbfounded.

Especially Cole, he has to bear the greatest responsibility for this important loss!

(End of this chapter)