NBA: My template has no limit

After suffering repeated setbacks, Hardaway finally learned his lesson and started bringing the ball to the top of the arc before passing it directly to the inside.

Mourning and PJ Brown had a clear division of labor: Brown would box out Vin Baker, allowing Mourning to easily push past Andrew and score under the basket.

Under intense pressure, Sherman ran out of energy and was replaced by Perry.

After receiving the ball, Perry passed it to Xu Feng again. Apart from Xu Feng, there were no other players on the field who could independently hold the ball and attack, so Xu Feng had to handle a lot of possession.

Dan Marley stepped up to defend, and this time Vin Baker set a solid screen. Dan Marley couldn't get around it in time, and Xu Feng was now facing Danilovic.

Danilovic has a common weakness among European strikers: a fastidious approach to defense, and generally a relatively soft physique. Xu Feng's probing step didn't even require any effort; Danilovic simply moved aside on his own.

At the same time, Vin Baker, who was fast off, blocked Brown, leaving only Mourning to guard Xu Feng.

With three long strides, Xu Feng charged straight for the basket!

Mourning, true to form, took the initiative to jump and intercept!

In Mourning's mind, Xu Feng always jumps with the intention of scoring points. After a bad start last time, he must increase his efforts this time!

Xu Feng extended his hand in mid-air, deliberately colliding with Mourning's wrist-pressing and arm-pushing action, an obvious foul that was broadcast live across the United States.

beep!

Mourning committed another foul, bringing his total to four, including fouls against Andrew and Vin Baker. He completely lost control of his foul count in this game.

The Heat players were too arrogant, and after being outmaneuvered by Xu Feng in the first quarter, they were all furious.

This is a rage that Riley can suppress temporarily, but can never completely extinguish.

Xu Feng's act of drawing a foul came at a price. Under the intense confrontation, both he and Mo Ning lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, Xu Feng jumped higher than Mo Ning, so he naturally landed later.

The moment Mo Ning landed, the enormous black shadow above fell upon him amidst his despairing gaze.

boom!

Xu Feng slammed into Mo Ning, leaving Mo Ning dazed and confused. He also elbowed Mo Ning in the ribs.

In that instant, Xu Feng's image in his mind seemed to transform into Rodman.

"Fuck you! What the hell do you want?"

Mo Ning shoved Xu Feng off her, got up, pointed at his nose, and shouted.

"You broke the rule first, are you trying to cause trouble?"

Mo Ning's anxious look was exactly what Xu Feng wanted. Xu Feng was not intimidated at all and confronted him head-on.

The Heat players all swarmed around him, PJ Tucker was itching to fight, and Hardaway glared at him angrily.

Xu Feng has prevented them from showing off; they've been putting up with this kid for a long time.

The referee stepped forward to pull the two men apart, but they remained locked in a stalemate, like two stubborn bulls, and were eventually separated by the players from both sides.

beep!

The referee raised his left and right hands one after the other, making a gesture of spreading his five fingers to each of the two players, indicating a technical foul to the scorer's table.

Mourning has four fouls plus a technical foul. Xu Feng has three fouls and a technical foul.

"Change players! Change players!"

"Mourin, get down here! Didn't you hear me tell you to use your brains when you play basketball? Why did you have to try and block Xu Feng!"

Pat Riley frowned deeply on the sidelines, his elegant slicked-back hair showing signs of disarray.

"It wasn't my fault, that guy did it on purpose! He knew I was going to block him and deliberately made me foul! He even secretly elbowed me!"

Mourning felt wronged, believing that Xu Feng, that despicable person, had tricked him! If Hardaway were here at this moment, he would definitely agree with Mourning's point of view.

Pat Riley didn't want to deal with this stubborn person anymore.

"Calm down. Think things through before you go on the field. Your blind impulsiveness is ruining the whole team!"

With Isaac Austin replacing Mourning in the paint, the Heat's interior defense and their pick-and-roll coordination with Hardaway on the perimeter instantly dropped by more than one dimension.

Andrew Lang finally got his chance to shine. He received a bounce pass from Xu Feng in the low post, and then suddenly sat back, knocking Isaac aside before scoring with a bank shot!

"This belongs to you, Xu Feng!"

Andrew pointed at Xu Feng with both hands, laughing and shouting.

When Hardaway used his signature crossover at the top of the key again, he was double-teamed by Xu Feng and Perry, one high and one low, completely blocking his path to the basket.

"Shit."

Hardaway flicked his wrist and passed the ball to the unmarked Marley.

Mali is a usable shooter, but not a qualified one; his three-point attempts are consistently missing!

The rebound was caught by Andrew, who was crouching in the baseline.

The basketball drew a smooth star trail in the air, with Andrew, Sherman, and Xu Feng all being stars on this trail, eventually passing to Vin Baker.

Vin Baker, freed from the paint, stopped near the free-throw line, the place where he could best utilize his skills.

Vin Baker holds the ball with one hand, sideswipes PJ Brown lightly, clears space, and then performs a turnaround fadeaway jump shot.

Swish! Vin Baker's mid-range jumper sank cleanly!

With half of the fourth quarter gone, the score was 83-78, and the Bucks had successfully taken a five-point lead!

When Marlier was called for a foul again for sticking too close to Xu Feng, Riley called a timeout and substituted Mourning in.

The belated arrival of Mourning might stop the bleeding, but it can't turn the tide.

With only two fouls left, Mourning's playing style became more restrained, while the aggressive Andrew started to attack Mourning hard under the basket.

If you can break through, then attack; if you can't, then pass the ball back. After the attempt failed, Andrew passed it back to Wen Baker.

Vin Baker backs down Brown, fakes out Brown with left and right movements, and then scores with a hook shot!

Hardaway used Mourning's screen to block Xu Feng, then bounced out to the three-point line and shot a three-pointer!

Swish! A clean hit!

In the next round, Xu Feng received the ball in the same way and shot!

"Responding to the play! Xu Feng won't allow the Heat to mount an easy comeback!"

Mark had barely finished speaking when PJ Brown, who was coming down to the basket, shoved Vin Baker aside and dunked with tremendous force!

The crowd erupted once again. The Heat hadn't given up yet; they had temporarily abandoned their idea of ​​throwing trash to distract Xu Feng!

But soon, they restarted the plan.

Facing Marley, Xu Feng first made a series of small changes of direction, then suddenly stepped out with his right foot and followed with a digging step with his left foot, pressing his body forward as if he was about to break through to the right.

Just as Marley was moving along with Xu Feng, Xu Feng pulled him back with a full-range reverse crossover, sending him flying!

Because of his short stature, he could barely maintain his balance by supporting himself with one hand. Even so, Marley looked extremely disheveled lying on the ground.

Xu Feng looked down at Mali, and after he stood up, he slightly shrugged his shoulders and fired a three-pointer!

Swish! A single sword strike to the throat!

Xu Feng spread his hands, looked down at his shoes, slowly shook his head, and finally bent down gently to brush the dust off his shoes.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: "It would be effortless to defeat you."

"Fuck you! You damn yellow-skinned..."

"You cowardly coward! Didn't your mother teach you that's not how you play basketball?"

……

Chaos erupted at the scene, with fans in white Heat jerseys standing up and hurling insults at Xu Feng.

Steve, the photography director of Sports Illustrated, became a fanatic of Xu Feng at the beginning of the year. No matter where Xu Feng was, as long as there was no Chicago Bulls vs. Pistons game that day, he would definitely be there.

Steve sees Xu Feng as a symbol of God's blessing on his business success, believing that every performance by Xu Feng will be memorable and that as long as he follows Xu Feng, sales will definitely be high!

Just now, he captured the image of Xu Feng slowly shaking his head and mocking the crowd amidst a flurry of confetti, popcorn, and boos from the audience.

Steve stared at the spectacular scene in the camera, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin, so wide he didn't even notice the drool dripping from his mouth.