king of defenders

Chapter 488 Lore and Anti-lore
"Shh!"

The Nets flew upwards, raising a white wave.

The home fans were silent, staring blankly at the basket, at the man who still raised his arms, with a chilling and cold expression, like a god of death.

There were only 8 seconds left in the game, and at this time, Durant actually made a key three-pointer, leading the score in one fell swoop and leading the Heat by 1 point.

At this time, the winner can be divided by one point.

"Ugh"

"Damn it, let him throw it in."

The Heat called a timeout, and the fans were whispering and sighing. They were still ahead, but they were overtaken at this time.

Meng Yun stood up and surrounded Spoelstra with his teammates. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Durant is really too strong. Two consecutive three-pointers are really like death.

Of course, the game is not over yet, with 8 seconds left, it is not certain that Durant wants to reap the game alone, and the Heat still have a chance to come back.

Spoelstra glanced at Meng Yun, hesitated, and made a decision: "Meng, wait for you."

Meng Yun's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed: "Yes."

Spoelstra just nodded, spread out the tactical board, and began to arrange: "Now the score is 116:117, we are 1 point behind, but the game is not over yet, we still have a chance to reverse."

While drawing the tactics, he ordered: "There are 8 seconds left, we can still execute an attack, but we must be fast, the opponent will definitely be oppressive defense, and will not give us an easy shot. But it doesn't matter, the point difference is only One point, the number of fouls has reached, the opponent does not dare to foul, as long as we are not afraid, it is enough to attack once."

"but."

"We still have to be fast. We can't wait until the end to make a shot. That would be too risky. We can only use 5 seconds for this attack. If we don't make it, we still have the last chance."

Listen, the Heat will nod.

Meng Yun calculated in his mind, although the time of 5 seconds is tense, as long as he runs well, he can only pass the ball once at most, and don't make extra passes, it should be enough.

"Dragic." Spoelstra said: "Wait for you to serve the sideline, Wade, Meng Yun, Bosh, Whiteside, you line up, Meng, Bosh, you go first , ran to the left and right sides, and pulled the defenders away. Whiteside set a screen for Wade, blocked the last man, and bought time for Wade. Wade, you have to quickly go around the top of the arc to catch the ball. If you can shoot directly after the ball, then shoot a three-pointer directly, if you can't, pass it to Meng or Bosh immediately."

"Meng, Bosh, if you receive the ball, you must shoot immediately regardless of whether there is anyone in front of you."

"And Whiteside, you set the screen for Wade and stay in the paint. If your teammate doesn't make the shot, you have to try to put it back. Remember, you don't have time to get the rebound and then put it back. Bunk in the air, understand?"

Everyone nodded in awe.

Although the tactics are arranged in this way, the court is changing rapidly, and I am afraid it will be difficult to develop according to your expectations. Spoelstra also feels tricky, saying: "Our opponents are not only Thunder players, but also time. Come on, This is our last chance and I believe you can do it."

"Yes."

"Ah."

Whiteside, Bosh, Wade, Dragic, Meng Yun, the five agreed, exchanged a look, and walked onto the court.

Thunder players also returned to the court, Ibaka, Adams, Robertson, Durant, Westbrook, their task is relatively simple, in short, it is to defend the ball.

If you defend it, you win!
"Huh." Meng Yun exhaled, clenched his fists, and couldn't help being nervous. Even though it might not be his turn to make a move, he would still be nervous.

beep!
Pause ends.

Dragic stood on the sideline, Meng Yun formed a row of four, and then spread out quickly, and started running according to Spoelstra's unworthy tactics. The Thunder players also acted immediately and rushed to the four directions.They are not running around, but they each have their own goals. Simply put, they are staring at each other.

Finally, it was Wade. He moved to the left first, and Robertson quickly followed, but then Wade ran back. Robertson turned around quickly, but bumped into Whiteside, screaming in his heart: "Not good."

With this cover, Wade shook off Robertson and came to the top of the arc. Dragic also passed the ball. Wade caught the ball and saw that Robertson was rushing, but there were still two steps away. Hesitating, he slapped the ball on the floor, adjusted his movements quickly, and then jumped up quickly, preparing for a three-point shot.

At this moment, another figure rushed forward and also jumped up quickly. He jumped slower than Wade, but his height and wingspan ratio was too good. His arms stretched out and covered Wade's head.

"not good."

"Oops."

"It's Durant again!"

In the auditorium, the home fans turned pale with fright.

Seeing that Robertson was unable to stop Wade, Durant suddenly pounced on him. He was tall and long-armed. Although he pounced hastily and might not be able to block the shot, it still forced Wade to speed up his shots.

"This ball is more than half."

Meng Yun's heart skipped a beat, and before he had time to think about it, he rushed to the inside line quickly.

At the same time, the basketball arced, slammed on the rim, and then bounced high. Whiteside and Ibaka jumped up at the same time, reaching for the ball.

"It's over."

"It's a pity I didn't go in."

"If Durant didn't come out suddenly, this goal would definitely be scored."

The home fans were annoyed and felt extremely sorry.

This is over, there is not enough time, there are only 2 seconds left, what can I do?
"Look?"

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

The fans were surprised, and looked quickly, only to see a flying body, he jumped very high, raised his arms, even passed Ibaka and Whiteside, and grabbed the basketball.

"That's Meng!"

People were shocked, staring at the young man wearing the number 0 jersey.

That is the No. 0 jersey of the Heat, not the No. 0 of the Thunder, that is Meng Yun!

All the players were also stunned. When Wade missed the ball, everyone stared at Whiteside and Ibaka, because time was almost gone.

No one expected that Meng Yun would suddenly appear, like a divine soldier descending from heaven.

I saw Meng Yun grabbing the basketball, shouting loudly, his body paused in the air, the muscles in his arms puffed up, and he dunked the ball hard towards the hoop.

"Bang!"

Meng Yun hung on the basket with one hand and collided with Whiteside and Ibaka.

At the same time, the whistle sounded at the end of the game, and the whole game was declared over.

People were stunned for a moment, and then there was a huge cheer, the home fans were boiling, all stood up, waving things that could be waved in their hands, small signs, small flags, clothes, mobile phones
(End of this chapter)