Chapter 381: Despicable and shameless, wait for my sanctions

Yes, what Rose proposed was a very realistic problem.

Before this, the ones ruling the league were undoubtedly the '96 generation; Kobe's Lakers won three consecutive championships, before that it was the Boston Big Three, before that it was the Spurs led by Duncan, the Miami Heat with O'Neal and others as the main body, the Pistons, Spurs, Lakers... this was the pattern of the post-Jordan era, an era of separatist warlords.

And as this generation gradually aged, James, who was given high hopes, rose strongly and chose the 'hardest road', and everyone naturally thought the next era would be ruled by the middle generation, the so-called Super Platinum Generation.

Chris Paul, who was present, belonged to this category, and Dwight Howard of the Lakers also counted.

And the new generation started from Kevin Durant.

It could be said that the current new generation's posture of seizing power was very fierce; three super superstars, Fan Xi, Durant, and Rose, had already emerged, and although Westbrook was considered to have a bit of a brain problem, his strength and talent were also not to be underestimated.

So, the question Rose raised now instantly permeated with a bloody aura.

If Fan Xi won the championship and opened a new era, then James, Howard, Paul, and this batch of people were destined to become the lost generation; they would become the Barkley, Miller, and Ewing of the Jordan era...

Any super superstar hoped to win the championship during their peak period, completing the dual brilliance of personal achievements and team achievements.

"The Clippers won't win the championship; your hypothetical question doesn't exist," Chris Paul said stiffly.

This was the second time he had a direct argument with Rose.

Rose spread his palms and said: "Whatever makes you happy, Mr. League's No. 1 Point Guard."

Derek's personality was dull, but that didn't mean he couldn't be sarcastic.

Paul was immediately very angry; once upon a time, this label that made him feel proud and smug had become a mockery, even he himself thought it was a mockery.

He glared at Rose.

Westbrook, sitting in the middle, was somewhat naive, asking: "Isn't the No. 1 point guard Jack?"

Silence.

The whole room was silent.

Silence was the Las Vegas of tonight.

"I want to play shooting guard in the third quarter."

Fan Xi proposed his suggestion in the locker room.

He said to the coaching staff.

Then, Billups and Steve Nash stood up very consciously. These two, one was a former Finals MVP, and one was a former two-time regular season MVP and No. 1 point guard.

Maikelbang scratched the back of his head; as a head coach, he couldn't quite catch Fan Xi's wild imagination. He was just a defensive coach.

Fortunately, he was an easygoing person, and he never made decisions on things he didn't understand. He said to Fan Xi: "How do you think we should implement it?"

Fan Xi then indicated that Miami would probably still have a buffer in the third quarter.

"I said harsh words before the game, which had an impact on them; they think I must have a backup plan, so they are especially guarding against me. This will give us more opportunities to deploy some new tactics; we need to use these new tactics to establish a lead. Accumulate greater advantages when the map is revealed and the dagger is revealed."

Fan Xi said his thoughts: "We'll play run-and-gun for a few minutes."

The Miami locker room was also discussing.

"We must have reservations; we are fishing now, we must have patience. Moreover, our physical fitness doesn't support us going all out."

James indicated.

Dwyane Wade nodded in agreement: "Jack has been tempting us; he has always wanted us to use all our strength to fight them; he knows we have already played four games and our physical fitness can't keep up, so he has made a lot of bait. But we must not be fooled. The most important thing is that Jack hasn't used his full strength yet; we must observe."

Wade's attitude was very clear.

At this time, Marcus Camby said: "Is there a possibility that Jack Fan actually has no trump cards at all, he's just at his wit's end, so he's changing things up in the first half."

"Absolutely no such possibility." Bosh hurriedly denied: "You haven't played against him; you don't know how deep his scheming is. We must be highly vigilant; he is the most cunning fox, and extremely ferocious; he will hunt after the gun goes off."

Bosh's words made the old Heat players feel quite the same.

Last season, Fan Xi was like this; he had new surprises every game, new weapons every game, making the Heat very passive, and in the end, he was brought back from the dead by him several times.

So, this time, they all bit their determination, they must have strategic patience.

Facing Fan Xi, they insisted: even if it was overly cautious, they must be cautious.

Beep!

The whistle blew, and the second half of the game began.

The Clippers made new changes.

Steve Nash, Fan Xi, Butler, Leonard, and Kwame Brown formed a new combination.

If a season ago, people said Fan Xi would lead Nash, two rookies, and the bust Kwame into the Finals, people would definitely think it was a fantasy. The 'old, weak, sick, and disabled' words spoken by those basketball experts were still ringing in their ears.

Compared to the Clippers' wild lineup changes, the Heat still maintained the starting lineup from the beginning.

In comparison, the Heat were not calm enough; they were restrained.

The Heat tried to play inside; they gave the ball to Bosh, letting Bosh eat the small with the big; this was a very logical advantage.

However, Bosh messed it up.

He adopted a face-up one-on-one; his triple threat didn't fool Leonard; instead, Leonard entangled him, Bosh shot forcibly, and although Leonard was not as tall as Bosh, his arms were huge and long, and he interfered with Bosh.

Bang!

The ball hit the iron.

Kwame Brown easily defeated Camby and grabbed the defensive rebound.

The ball was quickly given to Nash.

Nash dribbled and ran wildly.

Fan Xi ran faster than him.

Like lightning, Wade chased relentlessly, but didn't expect that when Fan Xi broke into the paint, he suddenly circled out, and Nash quickly passed the ball to him.

He caught the ball and sent it to his side; Leonard arrived, he broke into the paint... the Heat's defense had to shrink, and Leonard passed the ball to the corner.

Fan Xi had already run over; he caught the ball and shot easily... Swish!

3-pointer hit.

"No one is better at playing chaotic battles than Fan Xi; he takes one step and sees ten; his ability to adapt to circumstances is No. 1 in the league. Pairing him with a run-and-gun master like Nash, he is simply doing whatever he wants."

Kobe commented in front of the TV.

No one had any objections, even Chris Paul admitted that Fan Xi was a master of chaotic battles. Fan Xi's ability to find gaps in chaotic situations was unique.

"However, the Heat won't be so flustered all the time; they are a defensive system, and their mobility itself is very strong." Paul said.

On this point, Rose agreed.

In the Eastern Conference Finals, Rose and his Bulls lost on this matter.

"But, what does that have to do with anything? The Clippers have established a 6-point lead. A 3-pointer is enough to pull through several rounds."

Rose said.

James challenged the Clippers' paint; under Butler's relentless pursuit, he drew a foul on Kwame Brown; Kwame Brown almost pressed on him, and James was bumped into a stagger by the strong Kwame Brown.

The head referee blew the whistle.

This was one of the few moments James couldn't take advantage in physical confrontation.

However, just when he was in a mess, the Hollywood actresses on the sidelines stood up in unison again; Taylor, Selena, Fox, Scarlett, Watson, they shouted in unison: one, two, three, LeBron, Best Actor.

Their voices were crisp, and their line delivery skills were very good.

Being able to clearly let the audience in the front and back rows hear, naturally including James.

After James heard it, his face was extremely ugly; he looked at the head referee: "Don't you care?"

"This is part of the game, LeBron; it's not your first time playing an away game." In the head referee's eyes, they were ordinary spectators.

Bang!

Swish!

Made one of two free throws.

James was somewhat affected.

Turning back, the Heat quickly set up.

Their defensive positions were very good, but Nash still pierced through them; he pick-and-rolled with Leonard, and behind the paint free-throw line, a beautiful bounce pass was given to Fan Xi, who was circling the baseline; Fan Xi easily handed it to Kwame Brown in the cramped paint... Boom!

Dunk.

Fan Xi was the best transfer station.

Nash also finally fulfilled one of his biggest dreams in his heart; he proved that... the Finals could also be played run-and-gun.

Although it required Fan Xi's help.

Both sides entered a strategic stalemate again.

The Clippers used run-and-gun to maneuver, which exceeded many people's imagination.

After all, before this, run-and-gun tactics were considered regular season tactics; once in the playoffs, they had to rest, and the experience of the Suns over the past many years also explained this point.

But now, the Clippers were like a fish in water in the Finals.

Both sides played for 7 minutes.

Until Wade suddenly switched defense, unexpectedly stole Nash's ball and rushed to the front court, and under Leonard's pursuit, he fiercely completed a split dunk.

The gap narrowed to 3 points.

Beep!

The Clippers requested a timeout.

Wade roared loudly; he played with a fierce posture.

"The most intense hand-to-hand combat is about to begin."

Kobe made a prediction in front of the TV.

At this time, there was 1 quarter plus 4 minutes and 51 seconds left until the end of the game.

Every round from now on would determine the ownership of the championship; for any team, it was already the most dangerous moment.

The Clippers made adjustments; DeAndre Jordan came on, Leonard rested, Nash rested, and the previously well-performing shooter Arenas came on, paired with Jimmy Butler.

After the whistle blew, the Heat also made small adjustments; Camby subbed out, Haslem came on, Chalmers subbed out, Mike Miller came on.

At this time, the Clippers' lineup could be described as two stars and three shooters.

"The Heat are going to strengthen their offense."

Derek Rose said, and he also said: "If Nowitzki wasn't injured, they wouldn't dare to use such a lineup."

"But he is injured." Paul said sarcastically.

Fan Xi dribbled across half-court.

The Fan girls on the sidelines seemed to feel the pressure on the Clippers; they stood up and shouted in unison: MVP! MVP! MVP!

These Hollywood actresses worth hundreds of millions were the best cheerleaders in the Staples Center at this time; their voices drove the uniform shouting of the whole arena.

Fan Xi stopped outside the 3-point line, and Wade deliberately said cheaply: "Jack, you really have good luck with women. Can you tell me about Megan Fox's apartment layout? I've liked her for a long time..."

He was deliberately trying to mess with his mindset.

NBA super superstars all knew a little bit, for example, Garnett once said to Carmelo Anthony: your wife tastes like a donut.

Fan Xi glared at Wade; he felt extremely indignant at Wade's words and actions.

Because Megan Fox had nothing to do with him, and attacking someone unrelated to the game like this was really a concern for quality.

In a state of anger, Fan Xi still calmly made a sharp change of direction, then took a fierce step, his body forcibly rushing inside the 3-point line... Wade couldn't defend Fan Xi, just as Fan Xi couldn't stop Wade from shooting.

Fan Xi rushed into the paint like lightning; in a high-speed state, he suddenly stopped; Wade hurriedly braked, but it was too late; at the moment he controlled his center of gravity, Fan Xi changed direction, probed into the paint, jumped, his body stretched in the air, facing the defense of Haslem and Bosh, drilled through the gap, and completed a layup with one hand... elegant, dashing.

The ball entered the basket.

Fan Xi's shoulder was hit hard.

Haslem glared at him fiercely after Fan Xi landed.

He used this way to show his toughness; Fan Xi ignored him at all... many players liked to use this way to intimidate opponents, as if saying, you don't want to have your whole career ruined because of a layup, right?

The Heat exposed all their ugliness.

What kind of bullshit big family.

It was just a group of flies and dogs, chickens and thieves.

The game continued.

Wade launched a fierce charge; he broke into the free-throw line, stopped, jumped and shot... hit.

His touch was hot.

"Jack, is it more comfortable to do it from behind with a petite actress like Emma?" Wade trash-talked Fan Xi unscrupulously.

Fan Xi felt extremely disgusted.

But soon he assisted Arenas in completing a 3-point jump shot.

And then, Mike Miller hit a 3-pointer.

Then, Fan Xi passed to Butler; Butler's layup was fouled by Haslem from behind.

He went to the free-throw line, and Arenas went over to teach him two tricks.

But made one of two free throws.

When defending, Butler said to Fan Xi: "My touch seems not very good; you pass the ball to Arenas more."

Fan Xi thought, Butler really had a cold face and a warm heart.

However, in the next round, an accident happened.

When Butler defended James like a mad dog, James's steps were difficult; his dribbling rhythm was disrupted, and he even traveled.

But the head referee didn't blow the whistle.

And even in this situation, his layup still didn't go in; Butler fought with him for the rebound, and he pushed Butler directly out of bounds.

Butler staggered and almost fell onto the camera.

At this time, Arenas rushed up like an old hen; he used his head to push James away: "Kid, what are you doing?"

Arenas's action was actually not big.

However, James actually fell backward directly, as if he had been hit by a car.

Beep! Beep!

The head referee, fearing a fight, hurriedly rushed up to push Arenas away and blew the whistle continuously; he directly ejected Arenas from the court.

Fan Xi was stunned.

He spread his palms and said to the head referee: "It was clearly James who committed a malicious foul first, clearly he was flopping, why are you so biased towards him?"

The head referee was unmoved.

At this time, the big screen overhead had already replayed the details just now.

James's traveling, James's malicious push, Arenas's action of rushing over... Arenas's head didn't even touch James; James was simply flopping himself.

Ugliness exposed.

Instantly, boos filled the Staples Center.

Arenas gave a thumbs up to the head referee.

Then, he directly took off his jersey, threw it into the fan area, and walked towards the player tunnel.

After walking two steps, Butler shouted from behind: "Hey, Gilbert, thank you."

Arenas turned around, smiled at Butler, and said loudly: "Jimmy, charge forward!!"

"Remember that shooting feeling!"

Saying that, he strode towards the locker room; in the player tunnel, he high-fived the fans on both sides.

He was like a hero.

And the guy who made him leave the court was a complete clown.

"I can only say LeBron is smart."

Kobe held it for a long time before making such an evaluation in front of the TV.

In Kobe's basketball philosophy, this was usually the kind of action only role players who would do anything would do. Those super superstars who aimed to make a name for themselves in the long river of history would disdain to do such things.

Kevin Durant raised his eyebrows: "You won't be able to see this video on the Internet soon."

He was pointing at something, very meaningful.

Paul didn't care: "Anyway, the Clippers' best outside shooter tonight has left. The Heat have already put the victory in their pocket; they just need to zip it up to return to Miami and win the championship."

"History won't remember how Arenas went down; he's just a role player. History will remember LeBron leading the Clippers to win four consecutive victories after being down 0:3, creating an unprecedented miracle."

Chris Paul was a person who believed in victory. His theory was: victory is victory; there is no noble victory or despicable victory.

The Clippers subbed Leonard on.

The Heat used this free throw and possession to overtake the score.

Afterwards, Fan Xi fiercely broke into the paint; he smashed the ball into the basket facing Haslem's defense.

This time, the head referee finally saw Haslem's elbow aimed at Fan Xi's lower abdomen.

He called a foul on Haslem.

The Heat team collectively protested; James was as aggrieved as a stinky widow who had been violated.

Fan Xi went to the free-throw line and coldly and ruthlessly hit the additional free throw.

The Clippers were full of anger.

However, their scoring efficiency decreased somewhat.

After Arenas left, the Heat's defense was in a shrinking state, and the Clippers had no scorers to open up space from outside the 3-point line.

The third quarter was about to end.

In the last 1.8 seconds, Fan Xi threw the ball towards the basket just after crossing half-court.

The ball drew a long arc, and after the red light... Swish!

3-pointer hit.

This was a miraculous shot.

It seemed to be foreshadowing something.

It turned the Clippers' deficit into 1 point.

The Staples Center was excited, and the Fan girls on the sidelines were also shouting: MVP! MVP! MVP!

Wade, at this time, stimulated Fan Xi again: Jack, maybe you should buy a 5-meter by 10-meter bed and put 10 bedside tables next to it. After all, your shooting range is still quite far.

Fan Xi ignored him.

"However, you're going to lose tonight. Even if you got lucky and hit a super long 3-pointer, we are still leading. Jack, I've seen through you. You're just bluffing. I should have guessed it long ago."

"However, this is just playing with you."

"In the fourth quarter, wait for my sanctions!"

Wade sneered, he walked towards the bench, full of pride and confidence.

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