My days of working at the NBA

Chapter 28 Go to hell!

Finally, Lawrence made a move.

However, instead of launching a sudden shot, he ran a pick-and-roll with Carroll, and the two pushed forward side-by-side.

Everyone thought Lawrence was going to set up Carroll, but he suddenly accelerated, as if he had wheels of fire on his feet, and leaned on Hayward to put the ball up the court.

Du Ze had already positioned himself on the other side, fully prepared to grab the rebound.

result.

This bastard is usually so weak, but he's really tough right now. But his toughness is really ill-timed.

I really want to punch that ugly face of his.

Lawrence had no idea what he had done to offend Du Ze. When he turned around and met Du Ze's fierce and sharp gaze, he mistakenly took it as a compliment and immediately became smug, pounding his chest and shouting, "Victory belongs to us..."

The roar was deafening, and spittle flew everywhere.

Du Ze silently recited a three-character verse in his mind, then ran off to defend without looking back.

There are 1 minute and 30 seconds left.

They took the lead again, 68 to 67.

The problem is, he's still short of 3 rebounds and 1 block.

In this amount of time, the match will end in three rounds at most... or four rounds at most.

As we all know, the closer the score is in the final moments of a match, the more likely it is to drag on into a long, drawn-out battle.

Because of the need to maximize the success rate, if there are no good shooting opportunities, you have to wait until the last second before you are forced to take a shot.

really.

Marquette University is implementing this strategy.

The players kept making runs and cuts on the court, but McNeil wasn't in a hurry at all. He just slowly moved around, dribbling the ball and observing the positions of his teammates.

With ten seconds left on the attack timer, he finally moved, leaning on Lawrence as he charged in.

However, Missouri's defenses did not tighten as a result; everyone was keeping an eye on their own people.

The reason is simple: Duze has already recorded double-digit blocks in this game, and Marquette's players are completely overwhelmed by his blocks.

At such a crucial moment, who still has the confidence to challenge the guardian under the basket?

that's the truth.

McNeil drove to the free-throw line, bumped Lawrence, and jumped to shoot.

The area under the basket was already crowded together.

Carroll and Duze each occupied one side. As the two largest players in the team's paint, positioning themselves and grabbing rebounds was their job, and they certainly wouldn't falter in such a crucial moment.

With a thud, the ball bounced off the rim.

Du Ze was overjoyed; the opportunity had finally arrived.

Without further hesitation, he leaped high into the air.

But Carroll seemed to have only his eyes on the backboard, and he jumped up almost simultaneously.

Duze caught the ball first, but Carroll followed closely behind.

With that surge of force, Du Ze almost lost his grip, but fortunately, the "Iron Rebound Hand" effect provided a stable hold, allowing him to firmly lock the ball in his hand.

The two landed at the same time.

Carroll showed no intention of letting go, and instead swung the ball forcefully again, trying to take it away from Duze.

Du Ze's mind nearly exploded in that instant.

Why the hell are you trying to steal my data at this time?

Do you think I'd indulge you?

Fuck you...

Without the slightest hesitation, he exerted force and pulled.

The immense force that caused the misalignment nearly ripped Carroll away.

After receiving the ball, Duze glanced around and, seeing that Carroll was steady, slowly passed the ball to him.

You want it?

You want it so badly? Here you go.

While retreating on defense, Du Ze was still mentally counting down the seconds: two rebounds and one block were needed.

But the countdown had already begun, 57 seconds.

This is really bad.

At this moment, he wished he could turn back time.

But reason told him that such a thing was impossible.

Carroll caught the ball looking bewildered, said nothing, and quickly advanced forward.

The game continued, but everyone's heart was involuntarily tightening.

The moment that will decide the outcome has arrived.

Missouri has a one-point lead and must make this shot count.

When Du Ze arrived at the top of the arc, a thought flickered in his mind; he still had a skill that guaranteed a basket that he hadn't used yet.

Wouldn't it be more advantageous for him to grab rebounds if he sealed the game at this point? If he's down by 4 points, Marquette will definitely be desperate and will have no choice but to go all out with a three-pointer.

With that thought in mind, he reached out his hand to Carol, but Carol completely ignored him and walked right past him.

Lyons suddenly cut inside from under the basket.

Carroll saw it, passed the ball to Lyons, who caught it and slammed it in.

70 to 67, they're leading by 3 points.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

The crucial shot...

This point difference is like having insurance; the worst outcome is that the score is tied, but possession of the ball remains in our hands.

The scales of victory have clearly tipped in Missouri's favor.

Moreover, this attack took very little time, only ten seconds, with 47 seconds remaining.

Marquette promptly called a timeout.

This final attack was clearly crucial; they needed a high success rate.

If they can't score, the game is basically over. So, this attack is crucial and cannot be missed.

Back on the bench, Du Ze had just sat down when Anderson came over with a tactical board: "Everyone, stay focused. There's less than a minute left. If we can defend this shot, we'll win."

Du Ze no longer cares much about winning or losing.

Anyway, he still has one sure shot left, so as long as he doesn't make any fatal mistakes, his chances of winning are as high as 99%.

What he was more concerned about was whether he could still get those two rebounds and one block.

How about... we go into overtime?

The moment that evil thought popped into his head, he was startled.

No, the system says it's calculated for the second half, overtime doesn't count.

How foolish of me to have such a thoughtless idea! I almost got myself killed.

Anderson's voice cut through the cacophony of the wind and remained clear: "Marquette now has only two options. First, score two points quickly and then defend our offense with all their might, giving them a chance to win. Second, run into an opening and shoot a three-pointer, seeing if they have enough luck to tie the game. I want to emphasize that in the first fifteen seconds, you absolutely, positively cannot leave anyone open. They are very likely to choose to drive and try to score two points first. After fifteen seconds, their chances of shooting three-pointers become infinitely high, and at that point, defending their outside shooting is crucial."

After analyzing the opponent's intentions, Anderson quickly drew lines on the tactical board, laying out a strategy for quickly advancing the offense after securing the rebound.

Finally, he turned his attention to Duze and Carroll: "Duze, we must protect the rebounds and not give them a second chance. If they get a second chance, it will be tantamount to suicide for us."

Du Ze nodded repeatedly: "Understood."

Carol glanced at Duze without making a sound.

The timeout is over, and the game has resumed.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became suffocating.

Beep.

The decisive moment has arrived.

Burke serves.

Marquette's players ran around in a chaotic, endless loop, providing endless cover and shuttling.

Finally, Aké used a screen to drive straight to the basket.

Burke lobbed the ball high over the basket, and it landed right in front of Ak.

Aké got the ball, tilted his head back, and made a floater.

Du Ze, who had been waiting patiently for this moment, had been waiting for far too long.

He leaped over like a raging tiger, jumping high into the air.

boom.

The ball was slapped away hard.

The block count is finally complete.