Chapter 347

Fan Xi walked onto the court; he specifically came to Chris Paul.

"Chris, the pressure on you should be very heavy now, right? Kobe is already injured; if you lose this series, what will be the consequences?"

Fan Xi said to Paul clearly and calmly.

Paul raised his head; he looked at Fan Xi; he was a bit surprised.

Strange how Fan Xi knew; even other teammates on the team didn't know; how could he know.

Paul's expression confirmed Fan Xi's judgment again.

Fan Xi smiled.

He achieved his goal.

Paul kept following Fan Xi, trying to disrupt Fan Xi's rhythm of receiving the ball.

But Leonard on the sidelines just hung the ball high; Fan Xi easily got the basketball with his height and jumping advantage, then he ran wildly forward; Paul pursued relentlessly, but at a position one meter away from the three-point line, Butler came to screen.

Fan Xi stopped, moved horizontally, jumped and shot... Swish!

From receiving the ball to shooting, the whole process took less than 3 seconds.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc.

This ball carries the endless hope of the Clippers and entrusts the prelude to the Clippers' counterattack.

At the moment Fan Xi shot, his heart was very calm; his hand was steadier than any previous shot; he knew... it would definitely hit.

Swish!

When the basketball fell into the net.

The entire Staples Center boiled; 20,000 Clippers fans were roaring.

But Fan Xi's voice suppressed the noise around him; he shouted loudly: "Defense! Double-team Paul."

Fan Xi rushed to Paul's side first; he used entanglement defense; Butler also pursued relentlessly.

Gasol under the basket couldn't open the ball to Paul at all; he only had to pass to Kobe.

But just as he passed to Kobe, Leonard ran over at high speed, and so did Fan Xi.

Fan Xi's goal was not on Paul at all.

His acceleration was very sharp.

Kobe just received the basketball with his left hand while blocking Leonard; he had already arrived on horseback; he didn't wait for Kobe's ball to land, nor did he give Kobe a chance to request a timeout; he reached out to grab it directly.

He knows what Kobe's habitual ball-protecting action is.

Slap!

Immediately, Fan Xi slapped the basketball down with one palm.

Then Leonard very tacitly used his long arms to slap the basketball, and turned his back; at this time, Fan Xi ran outside the three-point line.

The cooperation between the two was seamless; Leonard blocked Kobe and handed the basketball to Fan Xi; Fan Xi took the hand-off pass and shot... Swish!

Hit again.

The point difference narrowed to 4 points instantly.

There were 52 seconds left until the end of the game.

The Clippers completed two three-point attacks in just 8 seconds, and both were completed by Fan Xi.

The sound wave at the scene could no longer be suppressed; everyone was shouting wildly.

This is a magical moment.

The commentators on the TNT commentary table had already been surprised and couldn't close their big mouths; an impossible miracle was happening before their eyes.

They must accept a statement: Jack Fan is a Miracle Child born with the ability to reverse.

There were 52 seconds left.

The dumbfounded Lakers bench requested a timeout when the second three-pointer hit; D'Antoni was panicked.

He even forgot that this was their last timeout.

Kobe looked at the bench angrily.

This is a stupid judgment.

Why is D'Antoni so panicked; why doesn't he know how to be calm.

This timeout is equivalent to calling for the Clippers and acknowledging the Clippers' dominant position.

Clearly we are still leading by 4 points.

Kobe walked back to the bench with a livid face; on the way back to the bench, Paul walked over; he told Kobe: "Bad, Jack Fan already knows about your injury."

He spread his palms helplessly and said: "If I knew it would be such a result, I would say lead by 20 points in the last 1 minute. Yes, 20 points. Jack, can you complete a comeback when trailing by 20 points in the last 1 minute?"

They are not firm-willed people; they are all characters who add flowers to the brocade; they don't have the ability to send charcoal in the snow at all.

They looked at Kobe with terrified eyes.

But Kobe didn't say a word.

Back on the bench, D'Antoni pretended to be calm and clapped his hands: "Children, we must cheer up; we must control the rhythm; don't let them continue to hit counterattacks. Chris, stabilize the rhythm, stabilize the rhythm, and we will win!!"

D'Antoni said all the clichés; there was no difference from the previous timeout. Now that he said it, it increased the team's tension instead.

The Lakers bench was very quiet, but the Staples Center was very lively.

The home Clippers fans kept shouting in unison during the timeout: MVP! MVP! MVP!

The big screen overhead repeatedly replayed the footage of Fan Xi hitting 2 consecutive three-pointers.

Magic Johnson, sitting behind the Lakers bench, even lowered his head in self-reproach at this time; he felt that the words he said after the last game ended led to the current cause and effect; he had a lot of guilt.

He is like those fans who feel that their home team is behind because they turned on the TV to watch the game.

Compared to Magic Johnson's self-pity, Fan Xi became the focus of the whole team on the bench; all teammates jumped up and high-fived; the scorching atmosphere spread on the Clippers bench; everyone firmly believed that they would collect a victory next and take a 3:1 lead in the total score. Even if the Lakers are still leading by 4 points and have ball possession.

"We must defend against this Lakers offensive, and then hit a ball quickly, and they will be kicked to the edge of the cliff."

"Listen, they are in a mess now; they are like a domino about to be blown over by the wind; don't look at them as a towering castle now, but they will collapse soon."

"They have no timeouts; their core is injured; they are more fragile than ever. Must not let them survive this hurdle."

"We will take them down tonight; next game we will face a Lakers team that is more fragile than ever. And if we let them survive tonight, they will be tougher than tonight in the next game."

Fan Xi warned everyone when everyone was excited.

Everyone was convinced by him.

Authority and status are all fought for.

Competitive sports, only the strong can harvest respect.

Mike Brown emphasized defensive elements.

Then the whistle blew, and the game continued.

Kenny Smith announced loudly on TV: "Just wait and see; the whole world will see how Jack reverses the Lakers when trailing by 10 points in the last 1 minute. Why Jack can become a legend, why he is the most commercially valuable sports star in the world, tonight will give the answer."

Smith is not low-key at all.

He firmly believes that Fan Xi can complete this impossible task.

Even if the Lakers still occupy the active advantage now.

D'Antoni arranged a screen tactic for Paul; it was a double screen.

Howard and Matt Barnes screened for him; he shuttled through and received Gasol's inbound pass.

But afterward, Fan Xi pressed up.

Fan Xi has been pressing Paul, full of aggression, not giving him a chance to stop at all.

While pressing defense, Fan Xi also kept talking trash: "You can't grasp the opportunity, Chris; you have never proven yourself in the Western Conference Finals; you simply cannot become the driver of any team; you are just here to ride the Lakers' express train......."

Fan Xi's language offensive was very fierce.

Finally, Chris Paul made a 'not very rational' move; he suddenly stopped when he killed into the free-throw line; taking advantage of the moment Fan Xi's center of gravity didn't fully follow, he shot smoothly and fluently; although Fan Xi flew over, he didn't touch the basketball.

If it were in a regular period, this would be a decent shooting choice.

But now, he only used 11 seconds.

He didn't need to attack.

"Rebound!"

Fan Xi shouted.

The paint was crowded into a ball.

Bang!

Sure enough, the basketball hit the iron.

Just when Howard, Gasol, DeAndre Jordan, and Nowitzki were crowded into a ball, a black shadow flew out; it was the desperate Butler.

Butler jumped to the sky above the restricted area regardless of everything; he didn't care how to descend at all; when his fingers grabbed the basketball, he immediately shouted: Jack!!!

He slapped the basketball over.

Fan Xi immediately jumped up to catch the basketball and pushed forward quickly.

Butler, that bastard, fell from the sky; it was DeAndre Jordan who supported him so he didn't fall to the ground.

Just standing firm, he immediately started running, straight to the front court.

At the same time, Fan Xi had already killed into the restricted area; Paul pursued relentlessly; when Fan Xi jumped... he could only push hard from behind... he wanted to let this hateful guy fall directly to the ground; he even thought darkly... just let this guy get injured!

Beep!

The whistle blew.

Swish!

The basketball thrown by Fan Xi entered the basket.

Fan Xi staggered when he landed, but his stability was quite good; his feet were fixed on the floor like suction cups.

Fan Xi is not a physique that is easily injured.

"Thanks for your foul."

Fan Xi showed a charming smile to Chris Paul.

He walked to the free-throw line; the Staples Center was already a mountain and sea.

There were 36 seconds left in the game; the Lakers went from leading by 10 points to only leading by 2 points.

Swish!

As Fan Xi hit this free throw, the point difference was only 1 point.

Fan Xi pushed back from his own fountain to the Lakers crystal.

The Lakers have no timeouts.

The audience in front of the TV at this moment were all with a "come out and see God" expression.

And Kenny Smith blurted out the moment Fan Xi scored the layup: "God! God! God, Jack is God! God is wearing the number 10 jersey tonight. If the miracle on the basketball court must have a specific name, then this name is Jack Fan!!"

"Forget Jordan; Jordan didn't do such crazy things at Jack's age."

"I dare say the second-year Jordan didn't have the excitement of the second-year Jack Fan."

"In fact, the first-year Jordan didn't have the magic of the first-year Jack Fan!"

Kenny Smith blew the conch, even pulling the God of Basketball out for comparison.

But whether it was his partner sitting next to him or the audience in front of the TV, they didn't think there was any problem with this sentence.

Fan Xi's first two seasons were too dreamy.

If he can really turn the tables on the Lakers tonight.

Then there is no doubt that this game will be the most perfect comeback performance in the Western Conference Finals in history.

D'Antoni stood on the sidelines very panicked; he almost wanted to jump up, but he had no way; he had no timeouts.

He urged the players loudly to increase their focus and stabilize the rhythm.

"We are still leading, we are still leading, don't worry, don't worry!!"

D'Antoni shouted on the sidelines, the advantage is with me.

He hoped to let the players maintain high-spirited fighting spirit and tenacious confidence.

But the Clippers players were exposed in the crazy double team; Matt Barnes had to pass the basketball to Kobe.

At this time, Leonard entangled again, and Fan Xi also went to pounce.

However, the moment Kobe received the basketball in the air, he passed it directly to Paul; he didn't let Fan Xi get his wish.

Paul dribbled across the half-court; Fan Xi entangled again.

"If you can't get in this time, you will be completely ruined."

Fan Xi told Paul coldly: "You will be considered as having no ability to lead the team, no ability to play critical balls, no ability to carry a strong team."

"Chris, go to a weak team; at least that will make you look powerful."

"The cruel Western Conference Finals is not suitable for you."

Fan Xi's language offensive was as sharp as a dagger; he could always cut through the opponent's heart defense.

Paul gritted his teeth; if he had a gun and the law didn't care about him, he would shoot this hateful guy Fan Xi into a hornet's nest without hesitation.

But now, what he has to do is carry this team.

As long as he hits one ball, the Lakers are sure to win.

Paul thought so.

He consumed about 10 seconds at the three-point line; Howard came up; he quickly passed through Howard's screen.

At this time, he had a shooting opportunity, but he didn't grasp it; he continued to explore inside... the place one step inside the three-point line is not his sweet spot.

He likes to go in a little more.

But Leonard helped defend... the damn Clippers always have perfect help defense; these two rookies are like side defensive machines that don't know fatigue.

At this time, Paul had a chance to pass the basketball to Kobe, but he didn't do so.

He knew Kobe was already at the end of his rope. Although Kobe made a gesture of receiving the ball and shooting.

Paul continued to go deep; the moment he was about to arrive at the reasonable collision area, he quickly made a gesture of passing the ball to Howard on the left; Leonard was indeed fooled; his body moved horizontally to the left.

Paul quickly changed the pass to a floater. The basketball was quickly thrown out of his hands... but the moment it was thrown, dark clouds covered his head; a black shadow descended from the sky; he hadn't even reacted yet.

The basketball just thrown was forcibly scooped back by a palm.

Paul hurriedly landed.

He turned around; Fan Xi had already grabbed his basketball.

At this time, there were 15.9 seconds left until the end of the game.

Fan Xi was no longer in a hurry.

He pushed forward steadily.

He didn't request a timeout either.

At this moment, the Clippers had already mastered the initiative.

The Staples Center was full of noise; everyone was cheering for Fan Xi's incredible defense this time.

"He is like a terrifying spider directly covering Chris's defensive area." Charles Barkley said on TV.

"No, this is a premeditated hunt. Paul fell into Jack's trap from the beginning; he didn't realize it himself."

Kenny Smith said: "Paul's IQ is not as good as Jack's. The number one point guard is just an empty name; real strategy still depends on Jack!"

Kenny always boasts about Fan Xi like this.

But he boasts with reason and evidence.

And at this time, an interesting change appeared on the court.

Kobe Bryant shook his finger at Paul, pushed Paul away, and walked to Fan Xi himself.

Black Mamba is going to have the final showdown.

He is going to spit out fatal venom.