one-handed ball

Chapter 314 Unexpected defeat
Capital University, male dormitory.

It should be in the morning, and it was quiet without any sound. The college students should all go to class to study.Then suddenly, the entire building erupted with wailing sounds of different lengths, first in a few dormitories, knocking on the bed, knocking on the table, sighing, and all kinds of things.Immediately afterwards, the commotion spread to all the dormitories, and then even turned into the entire campus.

Boys' dormitory 504, with the door ajar, a dozen shirtless youths surrounded a certain high-end computer that claimed to be imported from the United States.

"Is there a mistake? I can't take it anymore." Liang Shixiang held his head and kept shaking his head.

"I can't stand it either. How did this happen? This Gibson's defense is too bad, and he missed Duncan again." Said the extremely burly male student wearing glasses.

"That's right." Brother Eye's words resonated with the surrounding students, and one by two criticized Gibson in the TV broadcast.

"This is a big trouble. The Timberwolves probably won't be able to win." An untimely voice sounded, and everyone glared at him. It turned out to be Xiao Zhang, a lonely Spurs supporter.

"Damn it, what are the Spurs fans doing here, get out!" Zhang Shixiang laughed and cursed, reaching out to push Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang sat on the bed with a hippie smile, and said: "I just won't leave, I'm just watching here. I want to watch you look so hard, hahaha After all, this is my dormitory. Magpies' nests, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, burning incense to drive away old monks."

At the Target Center arena, the Timberwolves encountered the most difficult moment ever.

Some of the fans covered their mouths, some covered their hearts, and they drew triangles on their chests with their fingers. At this moment, they made great wishes to ask God.

When Zheng Ke stepped onto the court, his confused mind suddenly cleared up.

For Zheng Ke, he may have never encountered such a desperate situation since entering the NBA.It's fine if you don't make the playoffs, but if you make it to the playoffs, it's a culling game. The winner lives and the loser dies.There is no other option here, either cut your head and squeeze out a piece of success, or you lose the game and go home fishing.

When he actually stood on the field, Zheng Ke put aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind, only the field was left in his field of vision, thinking about how to put the ball into that damned ball frame.

"duo~~"

The referee blows the whistle, and the whistle blows.

Zheng Ke raised his hands high, and Jefferson pulled his jersey covertly.He moved, as if he was going to run to the left, but he ran to the right. The moment he started, he pushed Jefferson.

Jefferson didn't expect Zheng Ke to make such a small move, so he let go carelessly. Zheng Ke ran a few meters away, and he quickly stepped forward two steps to chase after Zheng Ke.

Zheng Ke ran 45 degrees to the left from the elbow area. When he ran over, Billups' pass also appeared around him in time, and he grabbed the basketball with one hand.

"Whoosh~~"

Zheng Keyun is fast, his ball is moving, the ball is integrated, and he strides towards the weak side of the Spurs.

The defense there was not tight. Zheng Ke really wanted to make a jump shot here, but he still suppressed this idea deeply. Under Jefferson's defensive pressure, he broke through two steps in.

The closer this is to the basket, the more pressure the defense will have.

Zheng Ke is not the kind of dead-brained person either. Seeing Duncan open his hand, as if he was about to form a siege to him, he quickly turned left and followed Jefferson's body to avoid the double-team.

Zheng Ke kicked his legs on the ground, and his body floated backwards. Jefferson jumped high and stretched out his hand to interfere with Zheng Ke.

"go with!"

Zheng Ke yelled, straightened his back, and after staying in the air for a while, he threw the ball.

With only the last 13 seconds left, Zheng Ke made a shot.

The basketball flying in the air has received nearly [-] million eyes from all over the world. People are expecting, yearning, and cursing
Tumbling, wonderful tracks in the air, getting closer and closer to the basket.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

From different angles, different lenses see different framed pictures.Different regions, different network speeds, and different times heard different in-frame sounds.

But in the next moment, the fans raised their hands!

"Super star! Big heart! Lore killer!" At this moment, endless words popped up in people's minds to describe Zheng Ke, and they were willing to give him all the praises in the world.

Zheng Ke raised his arms with a calm expression.

Surrounded by crazy Timberwolves players, this shot is too critical.This goal that carries the hope of a season is even more difficult and thrilling than the lore.

Whitman sat down on the stool and suddenly felt that his strength had been sucked out.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and dropped a stone that jumped into his throat.

This is definitely a shot that makes everyone crazy. Zheng Ke's heart is so big that it is unbelievable.The two teams have fought such a game, and any goal is extremely difficult, let alone an equalizer goal like Zheng Ke, you know, if he fails to score, the Timberwolves will really be in trouble .

But Zheng Ke is very sober, the crisis has not been resolved, the Spurs called a timeout, and the game still has the last 11 seconds.

"Go, go back to the bench!"

A group of people surrounded Zheng Ke and returned to the bench.

"It's hard to handle." Duncan squinted his eyes, feeling a little troubled, and analyzed with his psychology major, "I didn't even make Zheng Ke's heart fluctuate for a goal like this just now. This guy's mental quality Sure enough, he is as perverted as he said on the Internet, and he is really a player with a big heart. Now it is more difficult to score a goal in the last 11 seconds than before."

Popovich didn't see much annoyance on his face, and he even comforted Jefferson, "It's okay Richardson, you've defended very well in this series. Just like Tom, his stats will skyrocket as soon as he enters the playoffs. You have already defended the shot just now. It’s just that his last shot is really abnormal. I used to defend this kind of shot only on Jordan and Kobe. seen."

After Popovich comforted Jefferson a few words casually, he took out the tactical drawing board.

For him, any tactics have been practiced in previous Spurs training, and this time the final ball arrangement has actually been rehearsed long ago.Perhaps Popovich made some small fluctuations in the route to make this final attack more in line with the current situation, avoiding Zheng Ke's defensive range as much as possible.

After the whistle, the two teams returned to the field to fight.

This is the cruelty of competitive sports. One second, you feel happy as if you have won, but the next second you have to watch the game anxiously, waiting for the trial of fate.

Whistle, kick-off.

When Parker received the ball, he dribbled the ball freely under the crotch, handed the ball to his right hand, and then ran along the three-point line to the right side of the basket.

"Ginobili is on the left side, and Duncan is at the elbow." Zheng Ke observed the dynamics of these three people, and began to spin the Spurs route in his mind.

Parker and Duncan did a pick-and-roll, attracted two double-teams, and found that the pass couldn't be passed. He turned his body, gave the ball to Duncan, and ran out to catch the ball again.

"Time is running out!"

Popovich on the sidelines and Ginobili on the court roared at Parker, reminding him to count down.

Parker didn't have time to reorganize, relying on his explosive power, he charged towards Billups, trying to force a breakthrough!

6 seconds, 5 second.
The audience counted the time aloud in their hearts, watching Parker and the Spurs fall into desperation, not to mention how happy they were, hoping that the Spurs would feel like they were running out of this last time.

Parker rushed to the bottom line, there was really no chance, he stopped suddenly, and made a throwing action.

"Don't think about it!"

It's not that Billups underestimated the 28-year-old young man, but in such a game, in such an atmosphere, and at such a critical moment, he really thought that Parker was going to make a shot, so he made a judgment and jumped up.

Parker is a feint.

The fake action near the last second is bold and realistic.

Parker's thin body passed under the flying Billups, took a step with his right foot, tapped it lightly, leaned forward like an elf dancing, and threw the ball!
"Oh no!"

Seeing Parker flying Billups away, Zheng Ke's heart skipped a beat, with an ominous premonition, he watched the tumbling basketball just like the whole world watched the basketball he shot just now.

With the ball still in the air, the red light indicating the end of the final time has come on.

The moment that passed through the air seemed to have passed thousands of years.

"boom!"

"Shuh!"

The first sound is the sound of hitting the board, and the second sound is the sound of a basketball passing the net!
This is a typical Duncan-style lore!Parker's high hitting backboard near the bottom line made the basketball fall steadily into the basket, turning up dazzling white net flowers.

The only sound left in the world was the sound of the Spurs players celebrating wildly. Zheng Ke looked at this scene with his hands on his hips helplessly.

Whitman stared blankly at the scene on the court, and suddenly there was a scene in his mind after the Timberwolves won the championship last year.Comparing the two, I feel even more sad in my heart.

There are cameras chasing the Spurs players, and there are cameras that stare at the Timberwolves to shoot extras.

There were sobbing fans in the stands, many girls were crying like rain, they covered their mouths, their eyes were full of tears, some couldn't believe that their team would encounter such a Waterloo.

A few sporadic Spurs fans rushed into the arena to support the Spurs who were staging a one-man show to celebrate.

Iverson had a confused look on his face, and his mind was blank.He propped his chin up and watched the sweat-soaked Timberwolves players walking down sadly, feeling very uncomfortable.

Zheng Ke took a deep look at the only hanging championship banner, and walked into the dark player tunnel.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the stern howling of wolves sounded in the Minnesota area, as if telling some kind of story.
(End of this chapter)