Chapter 284: First point guard: The water is too cold

Kwame Brown left the court early, but he handed in a perfect answer sheet. He suppressed the Lakers fans who had looked down on him before, and he rewrote his own history. From tonight on, at least the Lakers fans wouldn't dare to call him a "bust" number one pick again.

If he was.

Then what was Dwight Howard, whom they were so proud of?

Kwame Brown retired with merit, but the Clippers' homework wasn't finished yet, and Fan Xi's goal hadn't been realized.

Subbed in was Deng Liwei.

Because DeAndre Jordan said he could completely crush the Lakers' paint, this was his promise to Fan Xi. Fan Xi looked at the interior combination on the court; the Lakers had two white players, it didn't matter if the Clippers added another white player.

So Deng Liwei was subbed in.

Deng Liwei had played power forward, his height was sufficient. Although he always drifted outside the three-point line.

Swish!

Kobe hit the second free throw.

Their crucial offensive was destroyed.

The basketball returned to Fan Xi's hands; Fan Xi reached the frontcourt, Kobe Bryant defended, he increased his defensive intensity, he locked Fan Xi down.

Kobe Bryant's individual defense was extremely strong; he was one of the few superstars in NBA history who was both offensive and defensive.

Fan Xi was shrouded in defense, feeling great pressure.

But this also made Fan Xi very happy.

Fan Xi stepped into Kobe's defensive circle, colliding with all his might; when he completely fell into Kobe's rhythm, he suddenly turned around, a high-difficulty fadeaway jump shot... Kobe sealed his hand to Fan Xi's brow.

But... Swish!

The basketball hit the net crisply.

The point gap expanded.

The entire Staples Center was filled with the sighs of Lakers fans and the cheers of Clippers fans.

This goal by Fan Xi crushed the last bit of confidence of many Lakers supporters; they couldn't help but realize that things had become irreversible, Fan Xi was already indestructible and unstoppable.

The morale of the Clippers fans burned to the peak; this was the first time in their history they had counter-killed the Lakers, and it was so open and aboveboard, so hearty and thorough.

Many people in the arena roared Fan Xi's name until they were hoarse.

Many die-hard Clippers fans in front of their TVs even roared so loud the whole neighborhood could hear.

Too satisfying.

Magic Johnson reached out and covered his face; this scene was broadcast on TV, it was the true portrayal of all Lakers fans, they could no longer bear to continue watching this game.

They all clearly knew that once Fan Xi went crazy, even ghosts and gods couldn't stop him!

At the same time, Fan Xi showed a relaxed smile; he said to Chris Paul: "Chris. In the preseason, you hid on the bench and didn't dare to take the court to be my enemy. Now, your chance has come? The clean break you pursue is right in front of you."

"Soft, try-me!"

Fan Xi said to Chris Paul with extreme mockery.

He called Paul a softie.

He bet Paul wouldn't dare to clash with him; someone who cherished his feathers, how could he dare to stand up and be an enemy to himself, who was unstoppable, at such a critical moment?

Clean break?

Hmph, a joke.

Softie!

Fan Xi's disdainful eyes burned Saint Paul's self-esteem, his sarcastic words like sharp blades constantly cutting through his nerves.

At some moment, he took a deep breath; he decided to teach Fan Xi a lesson.

So, he got the ball, came to the frontcourt, and made a gesture to clear out for a one-on-one.

Lakers fans also gathered their last courage at this time, cheering for Saint Paul; they hoped to see Saint Paul's counter-kill, this was an opportunity to boost morale again.

Fan Xi swaggered to Paul's front.

He opened his arms, his eyes staring at him like a goshawk, every move he made was under his gaze.

Paul felt real pressure, and the cheers of the Lakers fans only increased his fear.

He stepped forward, he charged inward.

Then, he passed the ball.

He was like the late Ming dynasty scholar Qian Yiqian, passionate and eloquent in front of people. But when things came to a head, it was just a "the water is too cold," his integrity not even as good as a courtesan.

Paul passed the basketball to Kobe.

The cheering at Staples Center stalled; this was a good pass, Kobe had run to an open spot, and was in a golden attacking position.

But it wasn't what the fans wanted to see.

As a point guard, Paul doing this was understandable, very smart.

But as the first point guard...

Magic Johnson sighed silently; infinite sadness surged in his heart, he saw the mockery at the corner of Fan Xi's mouth.

He knew Chris Paul could never replace the role Fan Xi previously played for the Lakers; when Fan Xi reached a critical moment, even if you pointed a gun at his forehead, he wouldn't pass the ball; he would kill his opponent with his broken body.

But Paul... was Paul after all.

There was no need for any clean break.

In the hearts of Lakers executives like Magic Johnson, there was already an answer.

Including Jean Bas, it's just that she didn't want to and wouldn't admit it.

Kobe used a beautiful turn to pass Leonard, but when he went to shoot, Leonard flew over, his fan-sized palm slapping fiercely on Kobe's hand.

Beep!

The head referee blew the whistle.

Gave Leonard a foul.

But Kobe clutched his right hand and bent down.

His right index finger was already prone to dislocation, but this time, he felt a piercing pain; it might not just be a dislocation.

Kobe was in so much pain that cold sweat flowed down, but he gritted his teeth and resolutely stood on the free-throw line.

He aimed at the rim with his left hand.

Swish!

Swish!

Both free throws hit.

But just at this moment, D'Antoni made a substitution, using Matt Barnes to sub Kobe Bryant off the court.

There were 2 minutes and 22 seconds left in the game.

The scores of the Lakers and Clippers were still intertwined.

However, Jean Bas chose to let D'Antoni sub Kobe off; she knew Kobe must be injured, otherwise he wouldn't have used his left hand to shoot free throws.

She cared about Kobe very much; she knew Kobe was the Lakers' trump card.

She didn't want to take risks.

Moreover, she knew very clearly that subbing Kobe off at this time would be a good way for the Lakers to save face. Even if they lost in the end, there would be an excuse.

But at this time, Chris Paul was undeniably a bit panicked; he looked toward the bench.

He thought D'Antoni would sub him off too.

However, the Lakers had no such intention.

Because Paul had sworn before the game that he wanted a clean break, and everyone thought he would fight to the end.

What if they won?

Then Saint Paul would be majestic.

"Hehehehe."

Fan Xi came to Saint Paul's front with a cold laugh.

He showed his cards; he wasn't pretending anymore.

Paul took a deep breath, brought out his strongest focus, and rushed toward the frontcourt.

But before he even crossed half-court, Fan Xi pressed up, and at the same time, Leonard also frantically wound around him.

Paul was caught off guard; he hadn't taken this rookie, who had been repeatedly beaten by Kobe, to heart before.

But when Leonard wound around him, he immediately knew the severity.

He hadn't even had time to collect the ball and call a timeout... Pop!

The basketball was directly stolen!