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    "yeah!¡­¡­"

    The fans at the scene suddenly erupted into a roaring roar, mixed with whistles, showing their inner excitement. The Nuggets have not had a three-pointer from an outside player for a long time, and they are already hungry.

    "The Nuggets got a big deal" Drexler said with a hint of envy when he saw Bell hit a three-pointer. As a celebrity, he naturally understands the importance of a 3D player like Bell to the team.

    Bell hit a three-pointer, and there was a hint of excitement on his face. It can be seen that he was holding back a lot of energy in his heart.

    When returning to the half-court position, Bell ran to Anthony's side and said with gratitude in his eyes: "Melo, thank you for believing in me"

    "Just play like this, you will prove yourself." Anthony said with a smile, turned around and devoted himself to defense.

    Bell looked at Anthony's back, clenched his fists involuntarily, and said secretly: "I will definitely do it!"

    During the Mavericks' offense, Finley just arrived in the frontcourt and found Bell. He didn't do a pick-and-roll and directly asked Nash for the ball.

    The United States advocates individual basketball heroism, and Finley is also one of the three core members of the team. It is natural that the lost games must be regained.

    Seeing Finley's request, Nash waved to his teammates to pull away, and threw the ball into Finley's hands without hesitation.

    After Finley caught the ball, he put on a triple-threat posture and said, "Boy, I don't know who you are, but with this ball, I'm going to beat you!"

    Bell¡¯s face was still calm, and no emotion could be seen.

    After Finley finished speaking, he was originally waiting for Bell's reply, but he didn't expect Bell to have such an expression. His originally unhappy mood suddenly became very angry, and he started to do it with a sullen face.

    The Mavericks¡¯ tactic this time was entirely to give Finley a one-on-one shot, so the space was very wide. Finley didn¡¯t have to worry about being double-teamed. He took the ball and started to cross-step and shake.

    Bell stretched out his hands and stared at Finley's shoulders with his glasses, adjusting his defensive focus according to his offensive line to prevent himself from losing his defensive position.

    Finlay made several cross steps and saw that Bell did not lose his defensive position. He couldn't help but have a look of vigilance in his eyes. If he didn't take Bell seriously for the previous ball, he stopped being contemptuous now.  heart of.

    Seeing that he couldn't pass through the cross step, Finlay suddenly took a step forward, and then retracted his crotch.

    Bell was still very close and Finley was not able to get rid of him.

    Seeing that Finley still couldn't get through, his face became extremely serious. He looked up at the timer. He had already wasted nearly ten seconds just now, and he didn't have time to delay like this anymore.

    Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, and then used his trump card, a post-up singles.

    Finley's post-up play is absolutely top-notch in the league, and his fadeaway jump shot that imitates the god of basketball Jordan also has a 70-80% charm. It is precisely because of this that he has grown from an ordinary star to one of the Mavericks' trident.  .

    Turning around and leaning on Bell, Finlay grasped the change of Bell's center of gravity and began to dig in.

    Bell stared at Finley's body, stretched out his hands, and tried his best to lower his center of gravity. However, his body was still much thinner than Finley's. As he pushed him one after another, his defensive center of gravity began to become unstable.

    The two people, one attacking and the other defending, were slowly moving toward the three-second zone.

    The attack time is also passing by. When Finley reaches less than two meters from the basket, there are only 6 or 7 seconds left in the attack time.

    Finley glanced back and saw the time flashing on the timer behind him, and suddenly turned sharply to the right.

    Bell felt the change in Finley and hurriedly pushed to the right.

    At this moment, Finley suddenly jumped up, then flew backwards, his body slightly arched in mid-air.

    Anthony was pulled to the left and right corner by Walker at this time. When he saw Finley jump up and make a fadeaway jumper, his mind could not help but flash the countless jump shots Jordan had performed.

    The pictures in front of you are so similar!

    After Finlay jumped up, he leaned back very much. He relied on his slightly arched body to maintain balance. He aimed at the basket in mid-air and suddenly raised his arm. His shooting point was extremely high.

    The moment Bell felt Finlay jump up, Finlay had already slowed him down a beat. In addition, Finlay leaned back sharply, so he couldn't interfere at all

    D'Antoni turned around and walked towards the technical table, preparing to call for a short stop.

    Anthony was sitting on the bench, and he could clearly see the team's performance. When he saw D'Antoni going to call a timeout, he quickly got up and ran directly to D'Antoni.

    "Mike." Anthony leaned forward and said. He and D'Antoni had an unusual relationship, and his words were not so deliberate.

    "Melo?" D'Antoni saw Anthony suddenly running over and looked at him in confusion.

    "Mike, the new players are not very familiar with bombardment tactics. The situation is similar to when we played against the Mavericks before. I think if we can use our original characteristics like the last game, we will be able to deal with the game in front of us.  Would it be more effective?" Anthony suggested.

    "Well, I understand, you can go back." Anthony held his chin in his hand, nodded and walked towards the technical platform.

    After Anthony finished saying what he wanted to say, he quickly returned to the bench. He knew that some words only needed to be clicked. D'Antoni was better at the specific operations than he was.

    "Beep!"

    The courtside whistle sounded soon, and the Nuggets took a timeout.

    All the Nuggets players walked off the court. Except for Mutombo, everyone else looked a little frustrated, especially Wallace.  He was knocked unconscious, and he was also guarding Jamison, who was a technical player and had a three-point inside line, which made him very difficult to deal with.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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