Champion Rules

Chapter 155, Episode 151: That damned curse is back! (Seeking monthly votes!) (Combined)

Lynch displayed great enthusiasm from the start, fulfilling his promise to reach the Finals within four games.

Even though the Detroit Pistons won two games at the Palace of Auburn Hills, the promise still stands.

He would no longer give his mortal enemy any room for illusion.

Carmelo Anthony wiped the sweat from his brow, and Zach Randolph took in the anxiety of the Motor City leader.

The power forward, as muscular as a black bear, placed his hand on Melo's head and said in a voice like muffled thunder: "Don't let the pressure consume you, brother. We'll always fight side by side."

The game continued, and Zach Randolph charged into the paint like a heavy tank. With a powerful elbow, his massive body carved out space for Lynch to receive the ball.

Chauncey Billups immediately passed the ball to Randolph, who backed down, dropped his shoulder, and turned his body. His signature hook shot with a backboard cutter drew a perfect arc, and the basketball kissed the backboard before swishing through the net.

Zach Randolph slapped his head and let out a beast-like growl.

"For Detroit!" The Black Bear, having scored the goal, pounded his head with both hands, letting out a trapped beast-like roar.

This is the first city and the first team in his career that has truly embraced him.

He's not the main character, but he's willing to lift the team up.

The most meaningful thing he could do was to keep Lynch, this defensive beast, firmly pinned down in low-post melee combat.

Zach Randolph is like an aging wife; only by actively pushing Lynch with his big, thick drum can he keep Lynch by his side and create opportunities for others.

The Detroit Pistons were not to be trifled with, winning 7-2.

After attacking, Lynch tried to establish position near the penalty area, but Zach Randolph's almost wrestling-like movements made it difficult for Lynch to achieve his goal.

Tonight, the referee specifically said before the match that he wanted the game to proceed smoothly, and he knew beforehand that the level of inappropriate behavior tonight would be quite high and that he had to control it.

But when Zach Randolph and Lynch were engaging in such a rough battle in the low post, the referees remained unmoved. This was because, given the era of "dark defense," the intensity of the physical play between Randolph and Lynch at that time was normal for the playoffs and still within acceptable limits.

Isn't this how you play in the low post?

This is no longer the era when you weren't even allowed to touch a star player.

Lynch needed to focus on defense, so he didn't want to waste energy and simply ran out to try and receive the ball at a high position.

However, as soon as he received the ball at the high post, he was double-teamed by Big Black Bear and Wu Sheng. The Pistons' strategy today was very clear: to double-team Lynch as much as possible and force him to pass the ball out.

Lynch didn't panic when double-teamed; instead, he waited for Eddie Jones to cut in before smoothly passing the ball to him.

Eddie Jones leaped over Dale Davis, using a beautiful reverse layup to avoid the block and score!
Despite being double-teamed, Lynch still managed to score for his team.

He showcased his versatility; Lynch became the first New York Knicks player since the 71-72 season to record a triple-double in the playoffs last season. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he did it a second time.

Eddie Jones stumbled and landed after a difficult layup, instinctively clutching his lower back with his left hand: "Damn it, my back!"

Actions that were commonplace in his youth are now like extreme challenges for Eddie Jones.

Lin Qi gave him a thumbs-up while reminding him, "Don't do such dangerous things."

"Shut up, Lynch!" This was the first time Eddie Jones had spoken to Lynch so loudly in the two years since joining the Knicks. "We didn't help you at all in the first two games, and I have no reason to be invisible tonight!"

The Knicks maintained their dominance on the court, and Zach Randolph began an even more aggressive offensive.

But this time, his spinning hook was slapped away by Lin Qi.

Zach Randolph's spin move is difficult to defend. On one hand, he's physically strong and can push you aside while spinning. On the other hand, Randolph's speed and size are completely mismatched; his spin move is as fast as a tank version of Tony Parker.

However, the continuous battles this season have allowed Lynch to catch Zach Randolph's rhythm and timing. This time, he seized on Randolph's turn and delivered a devastating blow!
If Lynch focuses all his efforts on defending Big Bear, Big Bear will no longer be able to score 20+ points in consecutive games like he did in the previous two games.

After all, he only averaged 12 points per game in the first two games against Lynch's defense.

However, the big black bear's goal was not to directly defeat Lynch, but to use its flesh and blood to restrain the defensive iron gate.

So Randolph stood up and didn't say anything, he just glanced at Carmelo Anthony, as if to say: Brother, it's your turn to show your skills!
The ball was inbounded from the baseline, and Carmelo Anthony backed down Ariza, carving out a foothold on the edge of the paint before turning and shooting a jump shot.

Melo's shot was in great form, and even though Ariza is tall and has a long wingspan, he still couldn't block the fadeaway jumper.

Just as the basketball continued to rise, Carmelo Anthony once again emerged from the edge of the paint, that dark shadow tearing through space.

He didn't know when Lynch ran over from Zach Randolph, nor did he know why Lynch was able to switch from the weak side to the strong side so quickly.

This was an opportunity, even in the first two games of the series with Lynch, it was definitely a scoring chance, and Lynch shouldn't have been here.

Lynch really shouldn't be here; he changed his defensive strategy tonight.

If they double-team Anthony prematurely, Zach Randolph will be in serious danger.

Without a two-pronged attack, Trevor Ariza alone cannot completely contain Carmelo Anthony.

Lynch's strategy was to double-team Anthony the moment he was about to shoot, just like the Chicago Bulls did against Shaq in the 90s.

Because when the ball handler is about to shoot, it is very difficult for them to pass the ball.

Of course, this strategy comes at the cost of testing Lynch's physical fitness and speed of help defense.

At this moment, Lynch decided to break his own physical energy distribution strategy.

He knew that this defensive exertion would pose a huge challenge for him in the fourth quarter. But having come this far, it would be too late if he didn't fight now.

When facing a mortal enemy, one must have the determination to die for them.

I can barely cling to my last breath, but you must suffocate!
Carmelo Anthony stared intently at the rising basketball, hoping it would clear Lynch's fingertips.

In the end, it may have been just two or three centimeters off, but the basketball still grazed Lin Qi's fingertip and suddenly fell!

"Lynch has delivered his third block of the game, and this is only the first quarter!" Mike Breen excitedly slapped the commentary table, while Isaiah Thomas beside him grew increasingly uneasy.

Although the methods of dominating the game were different, this damn dominance still stirred up some unpleasant memories for him.

Detroit responded to the King of New York with a meat grinder-like double-team, but when Lynch precisely found Marbury open in the muscle forest built by Randolph and the Martial Saint, he was unable to continue the offensive onslaught.

Throughout the entire first quarter, defense was the dominant theme, a theme that had actually been established since Game 2 of the series. A symphony of iron and blood defense dominated the court, and even though both sides had lost their rim protectors, the roar of steel clashing still echoed in Madison Square Garden.

第一节打完，林奇拿下7分5个篮板3次助攻3次封盖，卡梅隆.安东尼6分，尼克斯领先7分进入第二节。

Early in the second period, Sam Cassell, Grant Hill, and Richard Hamilton led the transitional lineup in a period of smooth offensive play.

But when both teams' starters returned to the field, the attack suddenly became sluggish, and the game once again descended into a suffocating and brutal struggle.

Lynch was always running, sprinting back and forth between Randolph and Melo, and always sprinting in front of Melo just as he was about to make a shot.

He may not be able to block every time, but he can at least cause some disruption to Melo.

Of course, this gave Zach Randolph some second-chance opportunities. On this court, besides Lynch, Zach Randolph is probably the strongest offensive rebounder.

In the first two games, Lynch didn't have to worry about this because Tyson Chandler was also very good at protecting the rebounds.

But now that the boxing champion is gone, Randolph will have an easier time getting offensive rebounds, and he can take advantage of the situation to wreak havoc in the paint without Tyson Chandler's protection.

However, choosing the lesser of two evils, Lynch preferred to reduce Anthony's output and efficiency rather than let the big black bear pick up some scraps.

The immense strain on the defensive end made it difficult for Lynch to get going against the Pistons' double-teams, but thanks to occasional catch-and-shoot opportunities, second-chance points, and high-low post playmaking, Lynch never caused the Knicks to go into a scoring drought.

The score difference between the two teams remained small, and neither team managed to break into double digits.

But the Detroit Pistons just couldn't get past them; they were always just a little short.

After three quarters, Lin Qi had already racked up an incredible stat line of 19 points, 14 rebounds, 9 assists, and 6 blocks!

Mike Breen's praise for Lynch never stopped: "Lynch dominated the game, and the Pistons are still down by 9 points. The Detroit team hasn't even been able to breathe the air of a leader in this arena since the start of the game!"

Isaiah Thomas still occasionally recalls images from the late 80s, seeing similarities in Demon 23 and Caesar 20.

“Listen, I admit I’ve had some disagreements with Lynch. But that’s not the point. What I’m trying to say is that even so, even though we don’t have a great personal relationship, I still have to praise him tonight. His performance was incredible. He made fans forget all the other players in this year’s playoffs and overshadowed all the other stars.”

The Smiling Assassin gave Lynch high praise, saying that few stars in NBA history could overshadow everyone else in the playoffs.

The only time this happened was probably in 2011, when people only remember the Mavericks defeating LeBron James. But in reality, the Mavericks also defeated stars like Kobe Bryant, Brandon Roy, LaMarcus Aldridge, Russell Westbrook, and Kevin Durant. LBJ single-handedly made everyone else pale in comparison, becoming a footnote in history.

After praising Lynch, the assassin changed the subject: "I'm not trying to brag, but I was the one who brought that amazing number 20 to New York."

During the holiday break, the assassin began to tell fans the winding story of how he drafted Lynch.

However, most people were clearly more concerned about the game itself. Although the Knicks maintained their lead, victory was not guaranteed.

Lynch's incredible individual statistics and the team's sustained lead stem from his tireless running, relentless hustle, and selfless playing style.

The Knicks can only maintain this level of defense when Lynch is on the court.

Now, Lynch's physical strength seems to be almost exhausted.

When number 20 sat back on the bench, all the fans around him stood up, and tens of thousands of eyes were staring at him intently.

If Lynch can't hold on in the fourth quarter, all his previous efforts will be in vain.

"God!" an old woman clutching a crucifix trembled as she gestured with her fingers across her chest.

Behind her, a man in a suit was nervously biting his nails.

A young female fan wearing a Lynch jersey covered her face next to the man in the suit, her heart pounding with every rise and fall of Lynch's chest.

Everyone knew that the outcome of this game, and New York's 34-year dream of defending their title, would be decided by that young man who looked exhausted.

Over the past three quarters, Mike Brown, Mike Malone, and Flip Saunders have repeatedly considered various rotation options in an attempt to solve the problems Lynch is facing.

Then they came up with a rotation strategy to have Lynch play the entire fourth quarter.

If Rockets defensive coach Tom Thibodeau knew their strategy, he would definitely praise the Knicks coaching staff for truly understanding basketball.

Philip Sanders crouched down in front of Lynch: "We need you to keep playing in the fourth quarter until the game is over."

Lynch nodded: "That's what I'm here to do."

"If you feel unwell, please let me know."

"Feeling uncomfortable? I'm having a blast!"

The break ended quickly, and neither Carmelo Anthony nor Zach Randolph left the court for the Pistons.

The Detroiters' bloodshot eyes gleamed with a ferocious, beast-like light. They understood the Knicks' all-or-nothing gamble, and the Motor City's engines were ready to run at full power, even at the risk of blown engines.

Neither side intended to leave themselves any room for maneuver; both gave themselves entirely to victory.

As the clock reset and the game entered the decisive fourth quarter, Mike Breen took a deep breath: "The toughest bastards in the league are all here!"

The battle continued. Carmelo Anthony pretended to receive the ball outside the three-point line, but actually cut in to attack the basket. As usual, Billups made the shot perfectly timed, sending the ball straight into Anthony's palm.

Lynch's help defense swept in like a hurricane, but Anthony flicked the ball to the weak side before taking off.

This time, the big black bear made a jump shot, and Lynch's return speed was slightly slower.

This wasn't a good sign for New York fans. The Pistons' bench erupted in a pack of howls, with Chauncey Billups yelling, "That guy's out of gas! It's our turn to dominate!"

On the Knicks' offensive possession, Lynch's jump shot slammed into the front of the rim, and Chauncey Billups received the ball and quickly advanced the ball.

He wanted to speed things up, leaving Lynch no room to breathe.

Sam Cassell stayed close to him, constantly providing resistance and preventing Billups from getting an easy pace.

The Pistons failed to mount a fast break, but that doesn't mean the opportunity has completely vanished.

Chauncey Billups, who had been orchestrating the attack, suddenly made a sharp change of direction, leaving Sam Cassell half an inch behind. He then slammed his right foot into the ground and cunningly plunged into the penalty area.

As a guard in the early 2000s' "Moreyball" style, Chauncey Billups would never choose a pull-up jumper; he would only attack in the most efficient way.

Dale Davis used his broad back to firmly block Nazir Mohammed, clearing the penalty area for the team's playmaker.

Chauncey Billupstos picked up the basketball, but saw a blurry figure reflected in the backboard.

"Fuck you"

"Boom!"

"Seventh block of the game! Lynch is still holding up the defensive barrier! Wait, he actually blocked it with his elbow!? Incredible height!"

Lynch's help defense wasn't as quick as it was in the first three quarters, but that doesn't mean the Pistons can do whatever they want.

The King of New York staggered half a step as he landed, sweat dripping onto the floor of Madison Square Garden, yet he still flashed his white teeth at the Detroit commander: "Old dog, who's on their last legs now?"

Chauncey Billups didn't even have time to respond; he just swallowed hard. In all his years playing basketball, he'd never seen a monster who could block an opponent's shot with his elbow!

This block gave the Knicks a chance to counterattack. Sam Cassell quickly passed the ball to Trevor Ariza, who was about to dunk when he was brought down by Stephen Jackson.

The referee nervously blew his whistle and immediately stood between the two teams.

Fortunately, the players only exchanged a few words, and Trevor Ariza quietly walked to the free-throw line.

That's the intensity of this game; every point was hard-won.

When Ariza took his free throws, the fans at Madison Square Garden cooperated by remaining silent. If anyone in the stands had uttered even the slightest heavy breathing, they would likely have been covered by the person next to them.

Ariza did not disappoint the fans and teammates, making both free throws to bring the score difference back to 9 points.

Lynch threw a punch, and Mike Breen did the same: "The Kings of New York's defense has once again shattered their arch-rivals' hopes of tying the game!"

Chauncey Billups shook his head, hands on his hips. Lynch's physical abilities were indeed not as good as before, but the danger level had not decreased much.

There won't be an easy minute in this match.

The game continued, and the stadium was filled with the heavy breathing of both sides.

This match is not just a contest of strength, but also the ultimate crucible for testing willpower.

Lin Qi patted his knees and took a couple of breaths, waiting for the bad kids' army to attack.

The intensity of the fourth quarter escalated further as both sides' stamina declined, making their already low offensive efficiency even lower.

League leader David Stern watched the fervor emanating from the arena on television, feeling both gratified and subtly uneasy.

Fortunately, his dynamic balancing strategy brought the series to its peak viewership.

What troubled him was that he felt the ratings should be even better, given Lynch's and New York's influence.

MJ's greatest achievement wasn't just his six championships, but that he elevated the NBA to a whole new level. According to Charles Barkley, during his playing days, the treatment of high school basketball teams and football teams was vastly different.

When the basketball team returned to school after a game, the cafeteria would at most give each of them a pre-made bag of hamburgers. But when the football team came back from a game, they were treated to steaks and cheerleaders.

MJ's emergence almost erased this gap. Although the NBA is still not the largest sports league in North America, high schools and colleges no longer neglect basketball players, and they can sleep with cheerleaders as casually as football stars.

Furthermore, the NBA has the highest average salary among the four major North American sports leagues, which is enough to illustrate the current scale of the NBA.

This is the great significance of MJ to basketball: he promoted the sport and raised its ceiling.

David Stern hopes that Lynch will inherit this torch and, as a super international player, amplify the sport's influence worldwide. The Beijing Olympics, which will capture global attention in a year, will be held in a year. When Lynch's personal charisma and the "redemption team" of the Dream Team VIII create a chemical reaction, coupled with the rapid development of internet communication, the arrival of the next basketball golden age will no longer be a fantasy.

But this damn game, which puts casual fans to sleep, is ruining that possibility.

This kind of game might get some hardcore fans in North America excited, but how can you expect a European kid to be interested in ten people who are constantly battling and can't even score?

He stared at New York No. 20, deciding what to do this summer to achieve his goal.

When David Stern snapped out of his reverie and refocused his gaze, only two minutes remained on the television screen. The New York Knicks still held a seven-point lead, but the tense atmosphere in the arena seemed to vibrate with tension.

The camera suddenly zoomed in on Lynch, whose orange and white jersey was already soaked with sweat. The fabric, clinging to his muscles, shimmered under the spotlight, as if water could be wrung out of it.

The data bar that appears at the bottom of the screen explains what greatness is: 25 points, 18 rebounds, 11 assists, and 8 blocks.

David Stern's pupils contracted; the last time someone could put up similar incredible numbers in the playoffs was Tim Duncan in 2003.

He scored 21 points, grabbed 20 rebounds, dished out 10 assists, and blocked 8 shots in Game 6 of the Finals, leading his team to a decisive victory over the Nets.

蒂姆.邓肯之前？只有沙奎尔.奥尼尔有类似数据，2002年总决赛G2，巅峰鲨鱼28分20个篮板9次助攻8次封盖。

This is a terrifying answer sheet handed in by two historical giants.

But tonight, Lynch is not just chasing greatness, he has the potential to surpass it.

David Stern unconsciously leaned forward, staring back at the television, determined not to miss a single second of the upcoming match.

On the court, Lynch grabbed another offensive rebound, but missed the second-chance opportunity against Dale Davis's tough play. His exhaustion not only eroded his shooting accuracy but also affected his finishing efficiency around the basket.

The clanging of metal pierced the nerves of every New Yorker; the offense of both sides had been essentially locked down by now.

Lynch retreated, clapping his hands and shouting, "Defense! Defense!"

He wasn't exhausted; he felt he had no right to collapse. He knew his teammates had gone through the same thing in the previous two games.

He cannot let their efforts down, he cannot disappoint them, and he cannot waste their support.

Carmelo Anthony was also drenched in sweat when his mid-range catch-and-shoot jumper hit the side of the rim.

But Zach Randolph, like an enraged brown bear, shoved past Lynch and grabbed the offensive rebound.

This was his 13th rebound of the game, five of which came from the opponent's paint. His determination was as strong as that of the Knicks players, vowing to fight to the end for the city that welcomed him and deliver a victory.

Randolph met the same fate as Lynch just now; he had just raised the ball and jumped to prepare for a second attack when Lynch blocked his shot from behind.

"Lynch is still defending his home court! The gap is still 7 points, and the Detroit team has failed to close it!" Mike Breen's eyes were bloodshot; he was fully committed.

Isaiah Thomas, standing beside him, was much calmer: "Do you know why elephants drink so much water? Because they have bad memories and always forget that they just drank water. Zach is like a stupid elephant, always forgetting that he's been blocked a lot by Lynch under the basket."

The basketball crashed to the ground with a thud, and five or six figures piled up like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Trevor Ariza snatched possession of the ball from the bloody battlefield, but after getting up, he limped, his left hand gripping the back of his left leg tightly.

Philip Sanders yelled a timeout, and Lynch immediately went to help him up. Mike Breen and countless New York fans covered their faces with their hands: "This is war, ladies and gentlemen, a bloody war. This damn pivotal game is as brutal as taking down a hill!"

The team doctor quickly conducted a brief assessment and, based on Trevor Ariza's pain level, it was almost certain that there was no structural damage to his thigh.

However, he said he couldn't exert any force, which is most likely due to a hamstring strain.

"Damn it! How long do I need to rest? A minute?" Ariza looked at the team doctor in panic. He had finally had a chance to redeem himself, and he had been doing well. He didn't want everything to come to an abrupt end.

But the team doctor's answer was not what he hoped for: "Don't be silly, kid, it will take at least a week!"

The cruelty of competitive sports is that Lynch and others don't have extra time to care about Ariza, and Flip Saunders has to make substitution decisions like replacing parts.

"DeShawn, go up there and tear Melo apart with your fangs, but don't fucking let the referees catch you doing anything dirty!" Flip Sanders yelled at the villain who had only joined the team mid-season.

The team needs to keep the pressure on Anthony, so no matter what, there has to be a fierce and aggressive defender in front of Anthony.

From this perspective, DeShawn Stevenson is a better fit than Grant Hill.

DeShawn Stevenson immediately took off his practice clothes: "Of course I'll handle him, I'm the second-best shooting guard in the East!"

Lynch patted Ariza on the head and continued to encourage everyone: "It'll be alright. The people of Detroit should be the ones who are afraid now."

As the piercing buzzer sounded, DeShawn Stevenson charged onto the field like a cannonball.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he raised his hand in the bottom right corner: "I'll go! My touch is on fire! I've got it!"

The basketball missed.

When he says "I have it," you'd better be prepared to retreat.

When he says "no," you can almost start celebrating.

"Damn LeBron, get off me!" the second-best shooting guard in the East cursed.

He just loves LeBron. Who doesn't love a round-faced guy with a little bit of a beard who wears white basketball socks?

But no one blamed him; the 20,000 spectators erupted in even more fervent cheers. Everyone understood that on this night of steel-clashing, defense was the only true path to victory.

DeShawn Stevenson employed a more aggressive defense than Ariza, despite being a completely different type of player. Ariza was more composed and agile, while DeShawn Stevenson was a violent defender, similar in style to Ron Artest, only at a lower level.

Normally, Carmelo Anthony feels he could easily crush this reckless guy.

But now, exhausted, he could clearly feel the soreness in his knees. In this state, facing this kind of defense, Melo felt like he couldn't even hold the ball properly.

Anthony didn't try to fight head-on; he passed the ball to Randolph, who tried to push back, but Lynch seized the opportunity and stepped back. The black bear's massive body, which had missed its target, tilted like a weightless cargo ship.

Another defensive scramble ensued, with staff rushing onto the field once again to wipe away the sweat.

With the score still 7 points behind, DeShawn Stevenson let out a triumphant roar.

With little time remaining in the game, the Pistons needed to score, but it was Lynch who broke the scoring drought first.

After being double-teamed in the low post, he passed the ball to Stephon Marbury, who had returned to the court. Just as Stephen Jackson removed the double-team, Lynch quickly regained his position, and Marbury skillfully lobbed the ball in again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lynch flipped over and leaned back, the basketball bouncing deadly on the rim, making the hearts of 20,000 people in the arena freeze.

When the net finally started to ripple, the Detroit bench collectively covered their heads.

The point difference is another 9 points; the Pistons are practically going crazy.

They put in a whole night of effort, but in the end, Lynch brought them back to square one.

As the war drew to a close, Lynch pounded his chest and roared at his arch-enemy, "Take your defeat and go back to Motor City to prepare for your funeral!"

The Pistons went all in, with Lionel Hollins calling a timeout and taking out veteran Dale Davis, replacing him with Richard Hamilton, and putting Randolph in the 5 and Stephen Jackson in the 4.

The purpose of this substitution is to seek three points.

The team needs long-range shooting now; continuing to play so rigidly will make it difficult to win.

The battle continues, with Chauncey Billups controlling the ball as he moves forward.

Richard Hamilton is full of energy now, while Eddie Jones is like a cat chasing a flashlight beam, exhausting himself without getting anything in return.

The masked man could even casually utter trash talk: "Old dog, want to throw up again?"

Billups started passing the ball, and the Pistons' offensive gears began to mesh.

Instead of passing the ball to the constantly running masked man, he passed it to Carmelo Anthony.

Carmelo Anthony used a triple threat feint to shift DeShawn Stevenson's weight and create an opening for a breakthrough—DeShawn Stevenson, the bull, ultimately paid the price for his recklessness.

"Damn it!" Flip Sanders cursed under his breath. Ariza rarely fell for Anthony's triple threat fakes, while DeShawn Stevenson was a bit too aggressive, always trying to brute force his way through his opponent.

Melo knew he wasn't that good at finishing around the basket, so he prepared to pull up and shoot from the edge of the paint.

But Number 20 pounced on him again. Their bloody competition had been going on for three years, with the level of competition increasing every year. Now, it had reached a point of no return. Lin Qi would definitely come after him, eliminate him, torture him, and destroy him.

Anthony was about to take the shot, but out of the corner of his eye he saw someone raising their hand for the ball.

It's Richard Hamilton!

He used off-ball screens to completely shake off Eddie Jones, leaving him with an incredibly wide-open shooting range. Even his breathing behind the mask was filled with bloodthirsty excitement!
Anthony flicked his wrist, changing his shot into a pass.

Lynch quickly changed direction, his leg muscles tensed, squeezing out every last bit of strength, and rushed out beyond the three-point line.

"RIP! He has a chance to save the Detroit Pistons, he takes the shot. Lynch blocks it! My God, he was just battling Melo on the edge of the paint, but he suddenly burst out! Another fingertip to the ball, another incredible defensive play!" Mike Breen's shout was drowned out by the even louder cheers behind him.

因为大屏幕上林奇的数据已经变成了27分19个篮板11次助攻10次封盖——1994年之后联盟首个四双，NBA季后赛历史上的第一个四双在血与火中淬炼而生！

Just as David Stern predicted, Lynch surpasses greatness!
DeShawn Stevenson shoved Carmelo Anthony aside, grabbed the blocked ball, and the Detroit Pistons had to commit a tactical foul on him.

With 44 seconds remaining in the game, if DeShawn Stevenson makes both free throws, the Knicks will be undefeated on Game 5.

But DeShawn Stevenson was an extremely poor free throw shooter throughout his career.

在0-06赛季之前，他的罚球命中率从未上过70%，04-05赛季他的罚球命中率甚至低至55%。

He set a new career high in free throw percentage this season, but it was only 74%.

Lynch walked over to DeShawn Stevenson: "Don't be nervous, they're finished if they miss the free throw."

DeShawn Stevenson turned around and sneered, "Brother, I'm here to assist you, not to drag you down."

Standing at the free-throw line, DeShawn Stevenson took a few deep breaths and calmly sank the first shot.

With a 10-point deficit, the Detroit Pistons are practically doomed.

Before the second free throw, DeShawn Stevenson looked at the Pistons players and said, "Remember this, I'm the second-best shooting guard in the East."

"brush!"

"An 11-point margin! I can declare that the New York Knicks have won Game 5 and are back in the series! Lynch led his team to victory in this fiercely contested night with a miraculous quadruple-double! This is the youngest MVP and Defensive Player of the Year, the youngest league ruler! In 1971, the defending champion New York Knicks fell in the Eastern Conference Finals. But in 2007, Lynch will not repeat that mistake!"

All the fans stood up and applauded for New York's heroes, and two different chants rang out in orderly fashion from Madison Square Garden.

"MVP!"

"Fuck Mello!"

"MVP!"

"Fuck Mello!"

The two shouts alternated, and this contradictory yet perfectly blended sound was like a doomsday elegy for the Motor City legion.

Ultimately, the New York Knicks crushed the Pistons at home, with the New York Kings delivering a crushing defeat to the Pistons with an unbreakable force.

This defeat severely damaged the Pistons players' confidence and shattered the backbone of the Detroit team, to the point that they couldn't hold on for Game 6 back in Detroit.

林奇在G6延续神奇，全场24分15个篮板10次助攻4次封盖。虽然没再打出四双，可三双表现已经足够惊艳。

DeShawn Stevenson, who started in place of Trevor Ariza, scored 11 points. Most importantly, his steal from Carmelo Anthony with 46 seconds left sealed the game, extinguishing Detroit's comeback attempt in the gloomy night sky of Motor City.

In the familiar Auburn Hills Palace, watching number 20 stand in the center of the court, raising his arms in celebration to end this epic showdown, Isaiah Thomas expressed his feelings.

"Do you know what Detroitans fear most?" He swallowed hard, swallowing a blood feud from over a decade ago. "It's the curse left by some Chicago ghost—"

The assassin's gaze pierced through time and space, as if he could see the red phantom number 23 dancing amidst the iron-blooded defense once again.

"Now, that damned curse is back."
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A playoff quadruple-double is the greatest achievement in NBA history, something Hakeem Olajuwon, Tim Duncan, David Robinson, the legendary Larry Olajuwon, Magic Johnson, and even Michael Jordan never accomplished. If anyone ever does it again, it will most likely be Lynch himself. — Flip Saunders is still discussing Lynch's Game 5 quadruple-double; such an achievement deserves to be discussed for two games.

Yes, Trevor is very likely to miss the Finals. Like I said, he has a Grade 0 hamstring strain. This isn't like an ankle problem where you can just get injections and force yourself to play, though I don't recommend doing that. Objectively speaking, a hamstring strain isn't a devastating injury, but it requires ample rest, and you can't overexert yourself during the recovery period. To give you an example, if you're 99.9% recovered and then you run at full speed, you might have to start the recovery process from scratch again. — Flip Sanders announced news that no New York fan wanted to hear.

When luck isn't on our side, we have to learn to accept it. — Flip Saunders' thoughts on having to be one less key player in the Finals.

I don't make predictions, and we don't really have any opponents we want to play. Or rather, we're not afraid of whoever comes. — Flip Saunders answering the question, "Would you rather face the Mavericks or the Spurs in the Finals?"

After Game 2, Lynch said he would lead us to the Finals within four games. During the toughest part of Game 5, he told me everything would be fine, and that the Detroit team should be nervous. He always keeps his promises, and we all trusted him implicitly. — Grant Hill on the series outcome.

As the second-best power forward in the East, I have to say, Zach Randolph is pretty strong, he could be ranked third in the East. —Amir Johnson's assessment of the "Big Black Bear" (Zach Randolph).

This series clearly demonstrates that one player in David McMenamin's so-called "dream team" is simply not on the same level as the other four. He can continue this self-deceptive game, but fans know perfectly well where each of the five players stands. —Stephen Marbury speaks out for Lynch.

I have nothing to say. This has absolutely nothing to do with the suspension. Lynch played two great games in a row, and that completely sealed our fate. Especially that quadruple-double in Game 5. Damn, what the hell can I say? — Carmelo Anthony on losing to Lynch for the second consecutive year.

"I'm sorry, Detroit." — Zach Randolph, the "bad boy," choked up at a press conference.

"You can't blame anyone. When your opponent is a guy who can put up quadruple-doubles in the playoffs, a guy who can block shots with his elbow, you can't blame anyone for the loss." — Chauncey Billups reluctantly admits defeat.

Congratulations to Lynch, he's such an incredible player. A playoff quadruple-double is probably a miracle I'll never see again in my life. But we'll come back stronger. Motor City will never give up easily. Grit and Grind! — Lionel Hollins's summary after elimination.

"Lynch, DeSean, thank you for the interview. DeSean, what does joining the Knicks mid-season mean to you?"

“I have to say, the Wizards guys are pretty good too. But coming to New York is like a rebirth for me. The only thing that bothers me is that the Wizards would rather give that French sissy a $500 million annual salary than me, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve proven that I’m worth more than $93.”

"Yes, you're worth at least 94, just based on your free throws in Game 5 and your steal tonight."

"Shut up, Lynch, it's not your turn to answer the question yet."

"Mind your own business, I'll say what I want to say."

"Friends in the press, do you see this? We experience this kind of oppression in the locker room every day."

"Uh, you two, you often tease each other like this, are you trying to motivate each other?"

"Of course, I've been encouraging Draco."

"Damn it, my name is DeShawn!"

(Thanks so much to Lin Yu, Z Daoshi, and other generous donors! I'm extremely grateful!)

(Only one chapter today, but combining the two chapters results in 10,000 words, so there's no reduction in output.)

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