Chapter 283: The 01 number one pick should naturally be better than the 04 number one pick

"Jack Fan is too arrogant!"

Bill Simmons said on TV: "The game isn't over yet; he's provoking Jean Bas like this, isn't he afraid that the Lakers will end up taking the game?"

His words were weak, lacking confidence.

Because before this, he and his partner had been helping the Lakers brag and helping the Lakers suppress the Clippers.

They reminded Fan Xi to be afraid of the final game result; in reality, this was a projection of their inner selves. What they were panicking about now was the Clippers taking the victory, and the Clippers fans' reckoning and mockery of them.

In this game, they had been suppressing and mocking the Clippers, and flattering the Lakers.

While Bill Simmons and his ilk were panicked and flustered, the Lakers fans also became uneasy; the Clippers' offensive was too fierce. They had witnessed Fan Xi's greatness; Fan Xi, representing the Lakers in the Finals, often staged desperate assassinations at critical moments.

The previous excitement and passion turned into tension and fear at this moment.

Especially when the scene of Fan Xi pointing his finger at Jean Bas was transmitted to thousands of households through the TV signal.

Although Bill Simmons was attacking Fan Xi for being arrogant, everyone knew that the Miracle Child Jack Fan never shot without a target; when he extended his index finger, it was judgment.

Although the Lakers were still leading at this time.

However, the morale at the fan level had already collapsed.

They began to look forward to a miracle.

This was their most panicked moment on Christmas Eve.

At the same time, on the Lakers bench, some panicked emotions were also spreading.

Before the last timeout, they were still full of confidence, intending to annihilate the Clippers directly and stage a massacre. But in the blink of an eye, the highly anticipated first center Dwight Howard was dunked into a shrinking turtle and fouled out, and the Clippers' offensive was like a tide, directly launching an attack wave.

Most importantly, D'Antoni discovered that his previous tactics were no longer effective.

Moreover, he had to face a realistic problem: Dwight Howard's departure made their interior defense extremely weak. And the iron alliance formed by DeAndre Jordan and Kwame Brown already had a regional advantage.

Most importantly, they still had Yao Ming sitting on the bench.

Damn it.

D'Antoni, this elegant white head coach, couldn't help but curse. He was thinking: How exactly was this dead game of the Clippers brought back to life?

Mike Brown, standing at the other end of the court, didn't understand either.

He even had a dreamlike feeling; in a daze, the Clippers directly unleashed their ultimate move in a desperate situation, turning the big villain Lakers upside down.

"Don't panic, it's just a strategic adjustment."

Chris Paul said with extreme calmness on the bench: "Let's not get confused ourselves; essentially, they just seized an opportunity to complete a fast-break dunk and a three-point shot after a pick-and-roll."

Saint Paul had the demeanor of a great general: "This doesn't prove that our strategy has a problem; the advantage is still with us."

"Paul's insight is great." Ron Artest gave a thumbs up, agreeing with Saint Paul's opinion.

At this time, Kobe Bryant frowned; he thought things weren't that simple. He never dared to underestimate Fan Xi; he always believed Fan Xi was a one-in-a-million combat talent. Having been teammates with Fan Xi for a year and being on good personal terms, he deeply knew that Jack Fan was a one-in-a-million combat genius.

What is a combat genius?

A combat genius is someone who is good at erupting with combat power several times higher than usual during a game, and can grow rapidly in battle; when pushed to the edge, he can erupt with reversal energy.

"We cannot be blindly optimistic; Jack Fan very likely hid his strength before. He is good at showing his fangs at critical moments. This is why he can always create miracles; he is good at making the hunter numb. He once told me that the best hunter often appears in the image of the prey."

Kobe Bryant issued a warning: "We must remain vigilant."

D'Antoni listened to Kobe's words.

Chris Paul, however, didn't care, thinking Kobe was blindly mythologizing Fan Xi's ability.

D'Antoni set up two backup tactics: the first was to continue following the previous Jordan Rules, indulging Fan Xi and then double-teaming him after he entered the paint. The second was to let Kobe defend Fan Xi, guarding him strictly from the source.

When Chris Paul received the order, he curled his lips. He was a player who extremely pursued victory, but also a player full of confidence in himself.

Currently, Kobe could suppress him. However, from time to time, he would still reveal his true nature; he liked to dominate everything by himself.

Beep!

The whistle blew, and the game continued.

The Lakers had Chris Paul bringing the ball; Fan Xi pressed from the half-court, and under his winding defense, Paul consumed a lot of energy reaching the arc.

Then, he handed the basketball to Kobe.

Kobe initiated an attack on the strong side, still defended by Leonard.

Leonard benefited greatly from the matchup with Kobe, gaining a deeper understanding of offensive rhythm.

Kobe feinted, then turned around, and just as he found a sliver of space to shoot, Fan Xi flew over.

Kobe was caught off guard, his rhythm disrupted, but soon the experienced player passed the basketball to the open Paul.

Paul received the ball and could have shot directly.

But he quickly killed into the paint, and when he used his footwork to probe that Kwame Brown was rushing out, he quickly lobbed the basketball into the paint.

He wanted to give Murphy an easy shooting opportunity.

This kind of handling itself had no problem.

However, he underestimated DeAndre Jordan.

Although Kwame Brown rushed out, DeAndre Jordan had been eyeing him like a tiger; DeAndre Jordan was an alley-oop master, and he knew at a glance that this positioning would form an open space under the basket.

Therefore, when Paul lobbed the ball toward the basket, he flew over a step early, his explosive physical quality allowing him to swat the basketball outward over Murphy's head.

Butler rushed over, grabbed the basketball directly, and handed it to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi received the ball, and the Lakers hurriedly retreated to defend.

DeAndre Jordan and Kwame Brown also seized the time to retreat, but were called back by Fan Xi: "Take it slow, let's play some tactics with them."

Fan Xi said with a light laugh.

Tonight, he not only wanted to defeat the Lakers, but also to crush the Lakers, to kill them and punish their hearts, to make them afraid whenever his name was mentioned from now on.

Any Tom, Dick, or Harry could run out and want to make a clean break with him.

What kind of trash are you?

Under Fan Xi's smile was a pair of cold, frosty eyes staring straight at Saint Paul.

Since you said you want to make a clean break, then I will use the way you are best at to finish you.

First point guard?

Hmph.

Fan Xi stepped to the top of the three-point arc.

Chris Paul opened his arms to block in front of him.

Fan Xi, however, wasn't in a hurry to charge; while waiting for his teammates to get into position, he spoke to Paul: "Although Kobe once told me that initiating an attack at the arc can never lead to greatness, and only by playing hard games on the wings can you win a championship. He was right."

"However, in order to make you, this so-called first point guard, understand the gap between you and me, I decided to use your way to solve you."

Fan Xi coldly read his heart to Saint Paul.

At this moment, or rather, from the moment he fell and stood up, Fan Xi no longer treated Paul as a high mountain in front of him.

It was just a small step on the road; spread your legs, step over it, and there is another world.

Fan Xi bent down, doing active crossovers between his legs; the force was uneven, the amplitude irregular, and the defender couldn't judge the reality through the rhythm.

Fan Xi had always been the league's top ball-handling master.

Chris Paul was, of course, one too.

However, Chris Paul was only 183cm.

Fan Xi's height in shoes exceeded 193cm; this was a solid height. According to the NBA's standard of exaggeration, Fan Xi could even say he was 196cm. Because, standing in front of Ben Gordon, a shooting guard who claimed to be 195cm, Fan Xi was even half a forehead taller.

The advantages in height and strength allowed Fan Xi to do more moves in close proximity, because Fan Xi's center of gravity was extremely low... he had the advantages Paul had, and he also had the advantages Paul didn't have.

This was probably why the greatest point guard in NBA history was Magic, not Isiah Thomas; height is the foundation of top-tier basketball.

Sss!

Suddenly, Fan Xi's third signature shoe, the Christmas colorway, stepped fiercely on the right side of Chris Paul's body, and his body then pounced like a tiger descending a mountain... Paul hurriedly shifted laterally to try to block... but in the blink of an eye, Fan Xi completed a behind-the-back dribble at high speed, his body also twisting along with the high-speed motion... although not as sharp and natural as Derek Rose's.

But at this moment, it was enough.

Paul was passed by half a body length.

Fan Xi then leaned in, directly crushing over Paul's body... height, stride, and strength meant Fan Xi didn't need stronger physical functions.

Thanks to the Jordan Rules.

When Fan Xi passed Paul, there was a smooth road ahead.

Fan Xi didn't hesitate at all; he killed straight into the paint, knowing full well there was an ambush ahead.

But he just went deep alone.

Pau Gasol blocked him, then Paul double-teamed him; the two used their hands and feet to force Fan Xi to stop, locking him in a narrow, cramped space.

From a defensive standpoint, the Lakers succeeded.

Moreover, from the moment Paul forced Fan Xi to stop, he used dirty tricks from behind... he had always had a relatively dirty style of play.

To put it nicely, Saint Paul was a paranoid person chasing victory. To put it badly, he was just a ball-playing thug who would stop at nothing.

Fan Xi's lower back was fiercely hit by his elbow, but subsequently, Fan Xi suddenly turned his side, made an upward shooting motion, and Paul subconsciously extended his arms... Shoo!

The basketball was sent out from under Paul's ribs... Paul only felt wind under his ribs, and an orange shadow flashed by.

How did he do it?

Paul was very surprised; he felt he had never made any mistakes, so why could he still pass the basketball out?

While Paul was shocked, DeAndre Jordan had already grabbed the basketball and leaped up... Boom!

The dunk happened!

The Clippers took the lead!

Surrounded by heavy layers in the paint, the Lakers were stabbed through the heart by a gun.

Dead through and through.

The Lakers fans at Staples Center couldn't even make a sound at this time; they were like they had been directly cut in the throat by that flick of Fan Xi's pass.

Jean Bas was shocked.

Magic Johnson hurriedly stood up; he wanted to see how Fan Xi did all this.

Amidst the cheers of the Clippers fans, the big screen showed the replay... through all-around detail capture, it turned out that when Paul used his elbow to hit Fan Xi's lower back, Fan Xi had already switched hands in front of his chest; his upward shooting motion was completely fake, just slightly lifting his shoulders... including jumping up.

And Fan Xi's pass was made at the same time Paul raised his hands.

It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Saint Paul lost completely.

Not only was his defense seen through by Fan Xi, but he also exposed his dirty elbowing under global vision.

Magic Johnson even thought... was Jack deliberately letting Paul elbow him, because Paul raising his elbow meant his next reach would be smoother.

More conducive to his behind-the-back pass.

If that was really the case.

Jack Fan was too terrifying, right?

Magic covered his head at this moment.

He felt a strong impact.

People all said his passing was elusive, a magic-like creation. But now, he realized Fan Xi had already surpassed the scope of Magic; he was actually treating the human heart as a battlefield, he actually calculated Paul's elbowing action, he not only won in assists, but also won in personality... In this round, the first point guard Paul lost his wife and his army.

Countless people in front of their TVs saw Paul's dirtiness and Fan Xi's elegance.

At this time, it was hard for them not to have an intuitive feeling: who exactly was the first point guard?

"Fan Xi!!!!!"

The CCTV host on the other side of the ocean was already high; from the moment Fan Xi assisted Butler in dunking on Howard, they were roaring: "It's time to tell the world who the first point guard is!"

"Fan Xi crushed Paul, I'm not exaggerating, this is the fact; Fan Xi beat Paul to pieces, he couldn't stop him at all, he couldn't stop him at all, he doesn't have the ability, you know?"

"Look at this assist, Fan Xi is Magic reborn, no, he is more Magic than Magic, he is a magician. Two people blocked him, Paul was still playing dirty tricks from behind, he didn't even want his face, and he still couldn't defend it, what does this mean... it means they aren't even on the same level."

"What was Paul saying about a clean break in one game? What qualifications does he have to make a clean break with Fan Xi? Break what?"

"Fan Xi is a great man, he disdains to be mentioned in the same breath as such a villain who plays dirty tricks behind people's backs!!"

The CCTV commentator roared with passion, hearty and thorough.

His voice spread to thousands of households along with the TV signal, igniting the hormones of hundreds of millions of viewers.

This was exactly what they were looking forward to.

At the same time, the Clippers' morale on the court instantly topped out, reaching the peak since the start of the game.

This was a majestic eruption after long suppression.

This was a fierce venting after long silence.

Everyone on the Clippers was ignited with passion at this moment; each of them had only one thought in their hearts: on this Christmas Eve, take down the Lakers, step on their heads, and sing a song of triumph.

The Clippers were topped out.

The Lakers, however, couldn't help but wither; they hadn't scored for a long time, while Fan Xi pinched their lifeline, stabbing repeatedly.

"Give me the ball."

When Chris Paul brought the basketball to the frontcourt, Kobe Bryant immediately took the initiative to ask for the ball; he pinched Leonard on the wing.

Paul originally wanted to play it himself; he wanted to win back his reputation, he didn't want to be rubbed on the ground by Fan Xi like this, he couldn't accept Fan Xi flourishing on him.

But Kobe asked for the ball, so he hurriedly passed it in.

Kobe received the ball and pressed down fiercely; instantly, Leonard couldn't help but lift his center of gravity... this was a top-tier scorer's feint.

Leonard's center of gravity moved slightly, and Kobe followed up with a step... very lightly, without the earth-shattering feeling of Fan Xi's breakthrough, just a natural action.

This was the pinnacle of technical flow.

Kobe passed Leonard and headed straight for the paint; after killing into the basket, he jumped up against DeAndre Jordan's defense, then made a nimble layup in the air; his flexibility allowed him more aerial maneuvers.

However, just as he shook off DeAndre Jordan and prepared for the layup, Kwame Brown flew over.

This former little brother, the guy who once didn't dare to catch Kobe's passes, bravely came to help defend, and defended very accurately, blocking Kobe's passing path.

Kobe could only force a layup in the air, hoping to induce Kwame Brown to foul.

But Kwame Brown didn't hesitate; he knew his brain wasn't good.

He directly hugged Kobe with both hands and squatted down fiercely!

Kobe, along with the ball, was hugged down by Kwame Brown like a baby.

Beep!

The head referee blew the whistle.

Kwame Brown received his sixth foul and had to go off to rest.

However, he smiled.

He asked Kobe: "Bryant, how did I play tonight?"

Kobe's expression was cold: "Screw you."

He cursed.

Kwame Brown smiled; he was happy that he had forced Kobe to curse again. Before, it was because he was so bad that Kobe jumped, now it was in another way.

"You played very well. You should have met Jack earlier; he taught you bravery and decisiveness."

Kobe's voice chased from behind.

Kwame Brown's eyebrows lifted.

He was happy to receive this evaluation from Kobe.

But he knew that bravery and decisiveness weren't taught; Fan Xi just gave him respect, tolerance, and true care. If there was anything else, it was Chen Ye; Chen Ye gave him theoretical confidence and path confidence.

When Kwame Brown raised his hands high, all the Clippers fans stood up to cheer for him.

He finally won unprecedented respect on this court.

He made tens of thousands of Clippers fans cheer for him.

Made tens of thousands of Lakers fans fear him.

Tonight, Kwame Brown just wanted to be better than Dwight Howard.

"The 01 number one pick should naturally be better than the 04 number one pick, right? Yao!" Kwame Brown walked to the bench and said this to Yao Ming.

Yao Ming, the 02 number one pick, smiled and said: "Theoretically you are right, but as someone who has retired once, I really don't know how to discuss this."

Hahaha!

Kwame Brown laughed very happily.

Bang!

When Kobe Bryant missed the first free throw, he laughed even more happily.

Because he really used a lot of force when he hugged Kobe just now.

A foul, it has to be worth it, right?