Coach: Coaching the Grizzlies at the beginning, playing the bantam

The lights in the stadium focused on the center of the court, as if even the air had frozen.

Brunson had just finished his celebration with a smug smile on his face, which showed the confidence and arrogance of a winner.

However, the charm of basketball games lies in their ever-changing nature. What may be glorious in one second may become the prelude to failure in the next.

At this moment, Wall was like a cheetah, his eyes fixed on his prey, running towards him with the ball.

There was determination and resoluteness in his eyes, as if he wanted to pour out all his dissatisfaction and fighting spirit in this attack.

During the transition between offense and defense, the two players once again faced off directly, which was one of the most anticipated duels in the game.

Brunson retreated, carefully observing Wall's movements.

He knew very well that Wall's breakthrough ability was among the best in the league, and if he was not careful, he could be easily broken through by the opponent.

Therefore, he remained highly vigilant, moving his feet flexibly and keeping his hands slightly open. He dared not reach out to steal the ball rashly, nor did he dare to lose his balance easily.

Wall had other plans in mind.

In addition to scoring over Brunson, what he wanted to do more was to cleverly cause Brunson to commit a defensive foul and make him leave the court early.

In this way, not only can the opponent's strength be weakened, but also the morale of one's own team can be boosted.

So, during the breakthrough, Wall was actively bumping into Brunson, creating physical confrontation, trying to anger his opponent and make him lose his composure.

On the court, the two figures intertwined, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

Wall is extremely fast, but Brunson's defense is also extremely solid.

Every collision seemed like a clash of two forces, with sparks flying.

Soon, Wall rushed to the free throw line with the ball, which is his scoring area and his favorite stage to show off his skills.

Normally, Wall would use a behind-the-back dribble or a change of direction in front of his body to complete the pass. His movements are smooth and gorgeous, always amazed the audience.

But this time, he deliberately slowed down his pace, as if deliberately luring Brunson forward to defend.

Before the layup, he took the initiative to bump into Brunson, creating physical contact, trying to make the referee see Brunson's defensive foul.

Brunson is no pushover, of course.

He knew he couldn't commit any more fouls or he would be in danger of being sent off.

Therefore, when Wall received the ball and took three steps, he quickly took a step back and did not intend to continue defending.

He stared closely at Wall's movements, trying to find flaws in them, but unfortunately, he was ultimately unable to avoid Wall's impact.

Wall was like a wild horse out of control, and he rushed towards Brunson.

The two bodies collided violently in the air, as if two mountains collided, shaking the stadium so much that it seemed to tremble.

The next moment, both of them fell backwards, with exaggerated expressions on their faces, as if they were performing a silent comedy show.

In the audience stands, fans exclaimed one after another.

They were stunned by the scene, and those who didn't know would have thought that the two had just participated in a slapping competition.

The referees were also shocked and they quickly gathered around to check on the two men.

Beep beep beep, at this time, the referee's whistle finally sounded.

After a brief discussion, they called a defensive foul on Brunson.

Brunson held his head in frustration. He knew that after this foul, the third quarter would soon be over.

His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but the rules were the rules and he could not change them.

In the studio, two senior commentators, Yang Yi and Wang Meng, sat upright, their eyes fixed on the court. Every slight movement and every subtle tactical change could not escape their eyes.

"Look, Wall shot again!" Yang Yi's voice was slightly hoarse, and his words revealed a deep understanding of the game. "In this ball, Wall's speed and breakthrough were really eye-catching. Although Brunson defended actively, he still seemed to be unable to keep up with the rhythm."

Following a quick breakthrough by Wall, Brunson accidentally fouled while defending, and the referee's whistle sounded immediately.

Wang Meng shook his head and said regretfully, "What a pity! Brunson had such a good touch in this quarter, and almost every shot from outside was successful, but he ended up getting fouled. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have to go off the court to rest again."

Yang Yi took over the conversation, revealing a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Yes, Brunson's condition today can be described as 'killer mode'. In the past few attacks, he made all kinds of shots from outside the three-point line. He is simply a scoring machine for the Nets. It would be a pity if he fouled and was replaced at this time. I wonder if Coach Lu Yong will take the risk of keeping him on the court."

Wang Meng pondered for a moment and analyzed: "I don't think Lu Yong will take this risk. Brunson has already committed 4 fouls, and the third quarter is not over yet. The score between the Lakers and the Nets is so close now, and every point is crucial. If Brunson gets his 5th foul before the end of the third quarter, he will be very passive in the fourth quarter. Coach Lu Yong must consider the overall situation and will not let Brunson's fouls affect the trend of the entire game."

Yang Yi nodded and agreed: "That's true. However, I think Brunson's foul was a bit unfair. He could have made a judgment earlier and let Wall go in, since he had Porzingis to help defend behind him. This way, he wouldn't have committed a foul and the team's defensive formation could have been kept in order."

Wang Meng smiled and added: "Having said that, the ever-changing situation in the game is always unpredictable. Brunson may have wanted to stop Wall's attack too much, and as a result, he was impulsive and caused a foul. This is also the charm of basketball games. Every decision may affect the outcome of the game."

"By the way," Yang Yi changed the subject, "Even if Brunson is resting, the Nets still have the superstar Durant on the court. I believe Durant will definitely step up and help the Nets stabilize the situation. After all, he is a top scorer in the league and can bring great help to the team both on the offensive and defensive ends."

Wang Meng nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "Yes, Durant is the mainstay of the Nets. As long as he is on the court, the Nets have hope. Also, don't forget that the Nets have other outstanding players, such as Mitchell, Porzingis, etc. They are also capable of standing on their own. I believe that under Durant's leadership, the Nets will be able to withstand the pressure and continue to maintain their lead."

As the game progressed, the atmosphere in the commentary booth became increasingly tense.

Yang Yi and Wang Meng were talking to each other, constantly analyzing the situation on the field.

At the same time, when Wall once again took the initiative to create physical confrontation and caused Brunson to commit a defensive foul, the live broadcast room seemed to be ignited, and the barrage of comments passed like a meteor shower, and every sentence carried the passion and dissatisfaction of the fans.

"Did the Lakers take the wrong medicine today? First, James continuously targeted Brunson. Now that James has no chance, Wall is looking for trouble again. He has no shame at all!" A barrage of comments passed by angrily, instantly resonating with many Nets fans. "The referee's whistle today was too biased, wasn't it? Wall's ball was obviously hit by Brunson on his own initiative. Brunson retreated and didn't want to have physical contact with him. How could he blow such a ball? It's no different from a hair whistle. The referee is simply blind!" Another Nets fan complained dissatisfiedly.

"The Lakers can only resort to such despicable tactics. They are no match for the Nets in a head-on confrontation. Even if they win this game, people will look down on them. It's really embarrassing!" A comment was filled with strong contempt, as if it was the highest mockery of the Lakers' style of play.

However, Lakers fans naturally refused to be outdone, and they stood up to defend their team: "How can Wall's offense be shameless? Taking the initiative to create physical confrontation is also a manifestation of basketball IQ. Look at James and Harden, they average so many free throws per game, aren't they all created in this way? Since the referee has acquiesced, it means that this style of play is reasonable and there is no problem. You Nets fans are just jealous!"

"The Lakers' style of play is truly brilliant, constantly targeting the opponent's defensive flaws. If you want to blame someone, blame Brunson's poor defense, right? You Nets fans should stop making noises, just admit that you are not as skilled as others!" Another comment from a Lakers fan was full of pride and provocation.

As the dispute between the two fans escalated, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became increasingly tense.

Nets fans expressed their dissatisfaction and support for the Nets: "Come on Nets! The Lakers are playing in such a shameless way, you must win tonight and put a dent in their prestige!"

"That's right, the Nets can't lose! We are regulars in the finals, how can we be defeated by a team like this? Nets players, hit them hard and let them know how powerful we are!" Another barrage of comments carried firm belief and determination.

The Lakers fans responded: "The Lakers will win! You Nets fans, don't be so arrogant. We were suppressed in the first three games of the finals. Now we finally have a chance to win, of course we will not let it go! Tonight, I will show you the true strength of our Lakers!"

"Haha, Nets fans, don't be so sensitive. In a game, there are winners and losers. If you can't afford to lose, don't play. We Lakers want to win today and let you see how we beat you!" A comment from a Lakers fan was somewhat provocative and proud.

The dispute between the two sides became more and more intense, and the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room almost filled the screen.

Some fans began to use various emoticons to express their emotions, while others directly cursed at each other in private chats. The entire live broadcast room seemed to have turned into a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder.

"This game really makes me angry! The Lakers' style of play is so shameless, it's just like playing rogue!"

"Hmph, you Nets fans, don't go too far! How can the Lakers be so shameless? We are playing based on our strength. If you don't like it, then don't watch it!"

As the dispute between the fans of both sides continued to escalate, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room also reached a climax.

In this war without the smoke of gunpowder, every fan seemed to have become a warrior on the battlefield, engaging in a fierce fight in the live broadcast room.

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Our eyes once again focused on the field. The game was like a rushing river, always moving forward and never stopping.

Wall walked to the free throw line, his eyes firm and calm, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, adjusting his breathing and mentality.

The noise of the fans, the encouragement of his teammates, the provocation of his opponents, everything seemed to be isolated from the outside world. In his heart, there was only that small basketball and that clear free throw line.

Just as Wall was preparing to take the free throw, Nets head coach Lu Yong's eyes were fixed on him.

However, his focus is not just on Wall, but also on his own team.

He waved at Brunson, indicating that he should come down and rest later.

There was a hint of reluctance in Brunson's eyes, but more of it was trust and respect for the coach.

He nodded, walked silently to the sidelines, and prepared to take his break.

At the same time, Lu Yong patted Rose on the shoulder and whispered to him, "Derrick, play with all your strength when you go up there. Use all your strength on both offense and defense. Don't save your energy. What you need to do is to do everything you can to help the team get through this period. I believe that your experience and strength will definitely lead the team out of this predicament."

Ross nodded, smiled at Lu Yong and said, "Don't worry, coach, I won't let you down. I know the importance of this game and my responsibilities. I will do my best to fight and contribute my strength to the team."

Lu Yong looked at Ross's determined eyes and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knows that although Rose is no longer the MVP he once was, his experience and wisdom are valuable assets to the team.

Afterwards, Lu Yong comforted Brunson who was resting on the court.

He patted Brunson on the shoulder and whispered, "It's no big deal, Brunson. Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them and become stronger. You should rest well during this period, adjust your mentality and state, and you will have time to perform in the fourth quarter. I believe you can regain your rhythm and feel."

Brunson felt a warm feeling in his heart as he listened to Lu Yong's words.

He knew that the coach had always trusted him and supported him.

He nodded and silently made a promise in his heart: I will definitely get back to my form and contribute my strength to the team.

Just as Lu Yong was communicating with Brunson and Rose, Wall on the court also finished his free throws.

He stood firmly on the free throw line, his eyes firm and calm.

As the basketball drew a perfect arc and fell steadily into the basket, Wall also completed his mission.

Both free throws helped the Lakers continue to narrow the score gap.

The cheers of the Lakers fans at the scene rang out again, cheering for Wall's outstanding performance.

However, this is a severe challenge for the Nets.

They know that the Lakers will not give up the game easily, and they must go all out to fight for every ball, every minute, and every second.

Lu Yong looked at the situation on the field and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

This game will be a tough battle, and he must lead the team to meet this challenge.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, adjusting his breathing and mentality.

He believes in his team, his coaching staff, and believes that every player can perform to their full potential in the game.

It is this silent trust that gave birth to this Brooklyn luxury battleship! (End of this chapter)