Chapter 187: The counterattack has begun, son of the tiger and leopard

In the eyes of geniuses like Magic Johnson and Jerry West, Fan Xi is far from being a team-building core.

In their view, although Fan Xi has extremely strong ball-handling ability, a very high level of breakthrough, and some commendable points in physical quality. However, his playing style lacks spirituality, and his attack lacks the energy to lead the whole situation with a point.

Magic Johnson is the strongest point guard in history; his vision on the court and passing techniques are top-notch. By comparison, although Fan Xi passes the ball decisively and is selfless and doesn't stick to the ball, it is rigid and has nothing special.

In a strong team with superstars, it is no problem to be an assistant.

But if Kobe gets old and retires completely in the future, it is very difficult for Fan Xi to take himself as the base, radiate the whole court, and drive teammates to form a strong system.

Jerry West's worry is also the same; Jerry West is one of the best shooting guards in history. Although he is only 188 cm tall, his shooting is extremely accurate, and the NBA logo is evolved from his ball-handling posture.

In his eyes, Fan Xi's shooting is not even as good as passing, and it is neither fish nor fowl. Although he has strong open-shot ability, he is a point guard, right? A point guard who doesn't control the ball and runs to shoot open shots, isn't that contradictory?

This is why Jerry West doesn't support Fan Xi.

When Magic said he wanted to go down and point out Fan Xi.

Jerry West's heart also moved; it is one thing that he doesn't want the team to take Fan Xi as the core in the future, but Fan Xi's tenacious enthusiasm moved him to the point of no return. He is a meritorious player of the Lakers, and at this moment of working together, he will not stand by.

"Let's go together."

They both stood up and walked to the bench below at the same time.

Jean Bas looked at them twice but didn't refuse. She had no opinion on Fan Xi; to be fair, if Fan Xi was a player she dug out with one hand, she would also support him without hesitation.

It's just that she must defeat her stupid brother now, not let the Lakers family business be destroyed in Jimbas's hands.

The game on the court is still going on.

James and Wade's blockade of Fan Xi is phenomenal; two emperor-like superstars, two peerless twins of the super platinum generation, are blocking Fan Xi with the posture of blue-collar fighting for their lives, which to some extent proves Fan Xi's energy; he even did something that the youngest regular season MVP in history, Derrick Rose, did not complete.

Tonight, Derrick Rose is sitting on the sidelines, and not far from him are Kevin Durant and Westbrook, Blake Griffin also came to the scene, but he sat a bit far away.

These are all iconic figures of the new generation of the league.

Previously, Rose and Durant were considered the two superstars of the new generation.

Now, maybe Fan Xi's name needs to be added.

His performance in this Finals has the style of "a single poem overwhelming the entire Tang Dynasty."

The game continues.

James and Wade keep impacting the paint on the offensive end, they keep seeking existence in Bynum, they keep pressing Bynum, they implement Pat Riley's ideas, they want to evaporate the fragile Little Shark directly.

Under the implementation of this tactical thinking, the Heat's offensive efficiency is actually not very high.

Therefore, after the first quarter, the Lakers only trailed by 5 points at 19:24.

The scene is a bit ugly.

Barkley even complained: I feel like I'm watching the Pistons vs. the Spurs.

When James and Wade block Fan Xi like blue-collar workers on the defensive end, and fight hard in the restricted area on the offensive end, can the game look good?

Back to the bench.

"Be harder, can you, Andrew, be harder." Kobe stood up and shouted loudly at Bynum: "You have a weight of 280 pounds, even if you play football and collide with James, you won't shrink your head and tail."

Bynum lowered his head and remained silent.

But his heart was rolling.

After the first quarter, his mind was full of pictures of James and Wade being aggressive in front of him, that kind of arrogance, that kind of contemptuous posture, all lingering in his mind.

He couldn't get rid of it.

If it were in the past, he would lie flat silently; he would feel that things were impossible, why fight with people to the death.

But tonight, Fan Xi's thin body, he fought with Wade and James on the outside, his body was already blue and purple from collisions, and even his handsome cheeks were bruised because he took an elbow from Wade.

The cheers of the fans at the scene hadn't stopped since the first second they stepped into the arena; everyone was looking forward to the miracle, everyone was looking at him with eager eyes.

It is impossible not to have an impulse in the heart.

Bynum also tried to be tough, but as soon as he got the ball, he was double-teamed by Miami, roughly destroyed, making him have no rhythm at all, and his heart was also very irritable.

If it were in the past, he really didn't want to play.

But now, there is always a sentence in his heart hanging him.

It's not Kobe Bryant's "be harder" which is almost questioning and demanding, but Fan Xi's sentence before the game: a knife if you stretch your head, a knife if you shrink your head.

You are going to be stabbed anyway.

If you are weak, James and Wade won't let you go either; they will still dunk over your head, walking in a domineering step, staring with round eyes, roaring at the sky, showing the majesty of the Chosen One.

Since that's the case, why not resist?

Something called "dignity" grew at the bottom of the heart of this young superstar who entered the vanity fair at 17, was pampered, and was always "cherishing his body for big things and forgetting righteousness for small profits."

At the same time, Fan Xi sat on the other side.

Magic Johnson and Jerry West bent over and talked to him.

Since the middle of the first quarter, after they came to the sidelines, they have been shouting to Fan Xi, and they are more active than the coaches.

Although before, Fan Xi and them had never had any intersection.

But now, they are together, and they are united to defend the Lakers' glory.

Although Magic Johnson and Jerry West have been away from the court for too long, their experience is still helping Fan Xi.

Magic has always emphasized a truth to Fan Xi: "You not only need to pay attention to the players who appear in your line of sight, but you also need to capture the teammates who don't appear in your line of sight. When his defender appears in your line of sight, it often means your teammate has formed a mismatch; at this time, you must pass the ball boldly. In the current situation, the rigid style of play can't kill Miami."

This is Magic's understanding of the court space, and his style is completely different from Isiah Thomas. Isiah Thomas is the kind of guard who relies on sharp breakthroughs to break the defense and pass the ball out. Magic is a space flow, a big trend flow; thanks to his height and arm span, his court vision is very good, and his passing is also elusive.

Therefore, Magic can always find the favorable area of his own side on the court before the opponent reacts, and force people with the general trend.

If Isiah Thomas is a general who takes the lead in attacking the city and is unstoppable, Magic Johnson is the commander who sits in the middle army account and plans strategies; Magic can plan offensives anywhere on the court, and he can also play back-to-the-basket in the paint to plan the offense.

In a sense, Magic is the first generation bug of the NBA.

Fan Xi tried his best to absorb the essence of Magic Johnson; this face-to-face teaching is far less effective than the "enlightenment" deep in the brain, because that is truly stuffing technology and experience into the body, and it can be done by conditioned reflex, although complete melting requires constant tempering.

Jerry West told Fan Xi that he didn't need to be constrained by shooting methods, didn't need to be constrained by shooting timing, as long as you feel smooth, you can shoot at any time.

Believe in the power of belief.

Jerry West kept instilling this point into Fan Xi.

In the thinking of this shooting master, shooting is a bit metaphysical.

*Beep. *

The whistle sounded, and the game continued.

The second quarter started.

Usually, the first three minutes of the second quarter and the first three minutes of the fourth quarter are rotation time. At this time, the team will often replace the rotation lineup.

However, tonight is a special situation.

Miami, except for letting Mario Chalmers replace Mike Bibby, the Big Three are all there, and Haslem also stayed on the court.

With Joel Anthony injured, Miami's inside dispatch is also stretched.

The Lakers didn't change anyone, just the starting lineup.

The injury of Kobe and Gasol, the two major cores, caused incomparable damage to the Lakers.

Dwyane Wade held the ball to the frontcourt; in the past, he always fought with Kobe, and Matt Barnes guarded in front of him.

Before playing in the second quarter, he made an arrogant action.

When he was at the technical desk, a fan shouted at him: You can never defeat the Lakers.

Wade turned around and made an international gesture of "silence", *shh! *

This gesture caused boos from Lakers fans.

However, the Heat didn't care at all, and Wade went directly to the frontcourt with the ball.

He wanted to hit this ball and kill the prestige of this so-called big-name team of the Lakers. Only by smashing all their arrogant bones could he calmly harvest victory.

Kill first, then punish the heart.

This is the Flash's usual move.

When Matt Barnes defended actively, Wade suddenly changed direction; the gap in talent made him gain a half-step advantage instantly, and he immediately killed into the three-point line.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the free-throw line.

He took the ball and stepped into the paint; his goal was Bynum; he wanted to dunk over Bynum's head.

One step, two steps.

After two steps, he jumped up, and he rushed toward Bynum fiercely like an eagle spreading its wings.

At this time, Bynum had just broken free from Haslem's lower plate entanglement; he wanted to block, but it was too late.

Just when he was about to move his body to the side to avoid this dunk in despair, a purple-gold figure flew from his side, rushing into the air like a fighter jet... *Slap! *

Bynum looked closely, and the owner of the Los Angeles number 10 jersey pressed Wade's downward-slashing basketball with his right hand.

The two seemed to freeze in the air.

Wade's unstoppable dunk momentum was forcibly blocked.

But Fan Xi, who was forced to take off, was already powerless to continue, and he landed; Wade also followed and landed, but when he landed, he threw the basketball into the sky.

At this time, James on the left side actually galloped over, like a tank with wings; he was truly unstoppable.

Fan Xi was already powerless to continue jumping at this time, and his body had exited the boundary after a block.

Just when Fan Xi thought this ball was beyond saving.

Suddenly, Bynum under the basket burst out with a low roar like a beast's neigh, and then his huge body rushed into the sky like a prehistoric beast.

The Little Shark didn't care anymore.

James was caught off guard; he didn't expect Bynum to be so fierce.

*Poof! *

The two collided in the air, Bynum directly hit James, who was unstoppable, down from the air, and the two fell into a ball.

*Roar! *

Staples Center erupted with a long-suppressed roar the moment the Chosen One James fell into the sand.

Bynum, who fell to the ground, slapped the floor fiercely, venting the indignation he had accumulated for a long time.

Why are you high and mighty, playing with me however you want?

Why?

Why am I a knife if I stretch my head, and a knife if I shrink my head?

Why?

Why should I be dominated by you?

I just want to flip this table.

A reckless, rascally emotion grew at the bottom of Bynum's heart.

The entire Staples Center was cheering for him.

Inside player, without a bit of bandit spirit, how to suppress the heroes?

Kobe shouted for Bynum on the sidelines.

Although the referee gave Bynum a foul, he didn't feel unhappy about it at all.

Instead, he glared at James and sprayed trash talk with full confidence: "Chosen One, it's just flesh and blood."

"Come again, I'll hit you again."

Bynum bared his teeth, his fierce state exposed.

Only then did he have a little bit of the appearance of a fierce beast center.

James and Wade must be very regretful; they didn't expect that a whole quarter of wanton bullying not only didn't kill the weak Bynum, but instead stimulated his bandit spirit.

"This is hard to handle."

Pat Riley rubbed his palms on the court, and he began to worry about the loss of the paint.

*Bang! *

*Bang! *

James missed both free throws.

Bynum grabbed the rebound, he showed off his elbows and swept two circles fiercely, although there was a suspicion of empty-handed searching for the enemy, it was also majestic and no one could enter.

Bynum passed the basketball to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi took the ball to the frontcourt; he didn't wait for James and Wade to join forces, and passed the basketball directly into the paint.

Bynum got the basketball, he turned around and leaned in fiercely, Haslem, who was half a head shorter, couldn't resist, then, he turned around strongly, jumped up, and there was only the basket in front of him; he jumped up and smashed the basketball in with both hands.

*Roar! *

After Bynum scored, he beat his chest hard; he was like a werewolf on a full moon night.

This center, who had lived a life of luxury since he was 17, finally caught up with the self that was once expected to be high tonight.

He had a touch of the posture of a hegemon.

Although he is still far from the peak O'Neal.

But facing Miami's paint configuration, it is enough.

Fan Xi looked at Bynum's rise and showed a gratified smile.

"The counterattack has begun."

He told his teammates.

... ===== CHAPTER 188 =====