Chapter 313 Classic

"Jermaine O'Neal made a foul, and Jermaine actually fouled against Kobe Bryant outside the three-point line very uneasy. The West, which had already been sentenced to death, came back to life. As long as Kobe made three free throws, the West will tie the score..." Kenny Smith shouted.

I was crazy, I took a few steps to Jermaine O'Neal and grabbed his clothes, clenched his fists, and I wanted to give him a full bloom of peach blossoms. This guy is a completely bastard!

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Tracy McGrady hugged my waving arm, and then Michael Jordan came over and hugged me.

Allen Iverson used his thin body to separate Jermaine O'Neal and me.

The referee ran over and asked me to calm down, otherwise I would call me a foul.

Isaiah Thomas quickly blew a long timeout.

"What's going on?" Isaiah Thomas no longer smiled, and his face looked cold.

"You ask him!" I pointed at Jermaine O'Neal and shouted, "Damn it! He wants to lose the game, he doesn't want Michael to get MVP!"

"What?"

"Ah?" Everyone was shocked.

"I didn't. I just wanted to slap Kobe Bryant's shot. I didn't expect to foul it!" Jermaine O'Neal looked firm.

"You are lying! Tracy has already defended well, what are you going to get involved? And you didn't go to basketball at all, you went to Kobe's hand completely!"

"I don't..." Jermaine O'Neal gritted his teeth and insisted on making a mistake, not intentional.

"That's all about this! Everyone is not allowed to go out to talk about this in the future!" Michael Jordan glanced at Jermaine O'Neal coldly, and then came to a conclusion.

"Isaiah, what do you think about next?" Michael Jordan asked at the smiling assassin Isaiah Thomas after seeing everyone nodding.

"There are 1.3 seconds left, this is our last time. We have no time to pause anymore. Let's prepare to play overtime!"

"Ben, you replace Jermaine. After you come on the court, you must control the rebounds!"

"Suppose Kobe made three free throws, then we are ready to play overtime. If he missed the first two free throws, there are two possibilities for his third time. The first is to hit the basket hard and grab the rebound ball to attack, and the second is to foul the off-ball personnel when we serve. If so, we have to..." Isaiah Thomas kept drawing lines on the tactical board, analyzing various possible situations and various targeted tactics.

The referee is already urging him.

I stood up and walked onto the court with everyone. Kobe Bryant had already stood on the free throw line and prepared for the final free throw.

I don't want overtime to appear. Michael Jordan has been playing for too long in this game. From the perspective of physical strength, Isaiah Thomas is likely to not let Michael Jordan play in overtime, which will make him lose a lot of points in the MVP selection. Once someone performs well in overtime, it is very likely that the MVP will belong to others. Therefore, the battle must be completely resolved within the last 1.3 seconds, and overtime must not be performed.

I frowned and thought about what tactics should be used in this situation at the moment, what should I do, and how I can score a goal with a 1.3 second serving at the bottom line.

"Michael!" I patted Michael Jordan on the shoulder in front of me.

"Yeah? What's the matter?" Michael Jordan turned his head and asked!

"If I tied, I'll serve at the bottom line, and you go directly to the opponent's paint area. I think I can pass the ball to your hands!" I said to Michael Jordan in a low voice.

"Are you sure?" Michael Jordan showed a trace of distrust on his face.

"In the last 1.3 seconds, I couldn't think of any other chance to score. I think the possibility of scoring like this is greater!" I said lightly.

"Okay! I'll wait for your pass, preferably a dunk that can be used to relay in the air!" Michael Jordan nodded and said.

"I'll do my best!" I nodded and said.

Kobe Bryant stood on the free throw line and kept slapping the basketball passed by the referee. After countless aiming, he finally shot the basketball in his hand.

The basketball was a little short and hit the basket, but the basketball still entered the basket.

Kobe Bryant made the second free throw, and with the first ball as a benchmark, the second ball was much more perfect, and he shot straight into the basket.

The most critical moment has come, and everyone has focused their attention on the basketball in Kobe Bryant's hands. This time, the basketball in Kobe Bryant's hands determines the next trend of the game.

I bent down and raised my right arm to prevent Dirk Nowitzki from rushing to the basket to grab the rebound. Ben Wallace, opposite me, was also trying to poke his body out, trying to lock the opponent outside.

Kobe Bryant frowned slightly, stretched out his tongue and swept it hard on his dry lips, then raised the basketball in his hand, looked at the basket, and threw the basketball out.

Countless people are looking forward to it or not, and countless people want to know whether the basketball flying in the air will eventually fall into the basket.

However, as a player, he cannot predict the final result of the basketball. Everyone can only make the worst plans and make arrangements according to the failure of the basketball.

Ben Wallace and I turned around, crossed our bodies, and controlled the entire basket in the hands of both of us, but the Western insiders behind us were not to be outdone. Kevin Garnett had stretched his arms and jumped high, trying to slap the basketball from our heads, while Dirk Nowitzki hit the gap between me and Ben Wallace.

The basketball slowly fell down, and the basketball fell into the basket with the attention of thousands of people.

"The ball is in! Kobe Bryant held on at the critical moment. He made three free throws and three free throws. He tied the score again. There were 1.3 seconds left in the fourth quarter, and the East had no timeout. They could only serve from the bottom line. It took them at least 3 seconds to lead the basketball through the half. 1.3 three seconds was not enough. This game will enter a 5-minute overtime battle..." DJ at the scene was yelling loudly, explaining his opinion.

I ignored anyone, including Isaiah Thomas, who was yelling on the bench, I ran to the bottom line and received the basketball thrown by the fans. I looked at Michael Jordan, who was sprinting to his opponent's basket, and estimated how far he was from the basket. He glanced at Kevin Garnett, the Western Conference player closest to me, and he didn't come to interfere with my serve. Maybe they really thought they were going to play overtime.

Almost all, Michael Jordan has rushed to the opponent's hinterland. If I throw the ball over now, I think he will have an air relay.

The ball flew up, flew out of my hand, and drew the longest arc in NBA history toward the basket in the west.

The basketball flew over one person, two people, three people... When someone felt something was wrong and was about to chase the ball, the basketball had already reached the hands of Michael Jordan who was jumping up high.

I have never seen Michael Jordan's dunk style when he was young, and I have never seen the wonderful scenes of him being named "Flying Man", but today I seem to see that young Flying Man.

Michael Jordan actually slid in the air for 1 second, and then poured the basketball into the basket!

The lights are on! Boiling!

Michael Jordan ended his performance at the NBA All-Star Game in a perfect way. The shots he left behind were not bleak backs or heroes' tragic tragic heroes, but another classic.

"Thank you!" Michael Jordan hugged me

"You're welcome!" I replied softly.

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Chapter completed!