novelhk Chapter 411 Cutting and Being Cut
Chapter 411 Cutting and Being Cut
In fact, there's not much to say about Nash's timeout.
When Wang Xiucheng is on the field, you can simply pass the ball to him.
As long as others keep running, they will eventually create opportunities.
And when there's an open opportunity, Wang Xiucheng can pass the ball to the target eight or nine times out of ten.
Nash's only concern was Wang Xiucheng's foul trouble.
He didn't know why, but Wang Xiucheng had recently started to enjoy reaching out to intercept the ball more and more.
Sometimes it works, but if it doesn't, it's likely to be a foul.
The pause was over quickly.
Both sides have their main lineups back.
Knicks ball.
Brunson received the inbound pass from Mitchell Robinson and advanced to the frontcourt, using Robinson's screen to get into the paint.
Wang Xiucheng continued to follow closely behind.
Brunson's height, wingspan, and jumping ability allow Wang Xiucheng to attempt a block even when jumping from behind.
Therefore, Wang Xiucheng did not insist on blocking his route.
But suddenly, Brunson dribbled to the vicinity of the free-throw line, jumped forward, and threw the basketball toward the basket.
Wang Xiucheng jumped up immediately and swatted the basketball with his big hand.
But halfway through the jump, Wang Xiucheng realized he had been tricked.
Brunson didn't actually throw the basketball; one of his feet remained on the ground the whole time.
Seeing that Wang Xiucheng had been tricked, Brunson jumped up while leaning against Wang Xiucheng, and at the same time, he was about to throw the ball.
With Brunson in the air, Wang Xiucheng couldn't possibly allow him to score a 2+1, so he slapped Brunson and the ball to the ground.
Wang Xiucheng also lost his balance and fell to the ground.
With a whistle, the referee blew the whistle.
The players from both sides immediately rushed over and surrounded Wang Xiucheng and Brunson.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.
The audience began to jeer, with boos coming from Knicks fans.
The referee, fearing something might happen, kept blowing his whistle.
At this moment, Brunson rolled over and got up on his own.
"That was a flagrant foul, wasn't it?"
Brunson asked the referee.
Wang Xiucheng was pulled up by Durant and walked towards the referee.
Hart stood in front of Wang Xiucheng, his eyes fixed on him.
Wang Xiucheng didn't even look at him, shoved Hart aside with a slap, and went to the referee's side.
Hart, who had been pushed, took several exaggerated steps back, leaving behind a bewildered expression.
But when he realized that no one was paying attention to him, he could only walk toward the referee's position as well.
"I was trying to swat the basketball and accidentally bumped into him. It wasn't a malicious foul."
Wang Xiucheng addressed the referee.
Wang Xiucheng and Brunson kept talking, then waved their hands to shoo everyone away. After that, the three referees discussed something.
Without reviewing the video replay, the referee ultimately called a regular foul on Wang Xiucheng.
However, they still called Wang Xiucheng over to the vicinity of the technical table and told him to pay attention to his movements.
Wang Xiucheng was extremely sincere, nodding and making assurances.
That is to say, I didn't have a cigarette in my hand; otherwise, I would have lit one for the referee no matter what.
The entire stadium applauded the three referees.
See, the referee is quite fair.
Brunson made both of his two free throws.
The Nets led 45-42.
With the Nets in possession, Brunson raised his hands and stood between Wang Xiucheng and Claxton, who was inbounding the ball from the baseline, preventing Wang Xiucheng from receiving it.
If he wasn't allowed to take the ball, he wouldn't. Wang Xiucheng ran back to the front of the court and stood at the corner.
Westbrook received the ball and, with Claxton's screen, advanced forward.
Before they even reached the center line, Hart grabbed Claxton and hugged him tightly.
With a whistle, the referee blew the whistle.
Wang Xiucheng and Nash were both stunned for a moment.
Is this "Chopping Zhao Si"?
Claxton was also completely bewildered. Was this really necessary?
I only grabbed a few rebounds and scored a few easy baskets, is it really necessary to treat myself like this?
Standing somewhat helplessly at the free-throw line, Claxton wiped his hands on his jersey before taking the ball from the referee.
Wang Xiucheng pulled Royce O'Neal aside and whispered something to him, to which the latter nodded.
Bang!
Bang!
Claxton didn't disappoint Thibodeau at all, missing one of his two free throws.
Mitchell Robinson leaped high and grabbed the rebound.
Just as he was about to pass the ball to Brunson, Royce O'Neill grabbed Mitchell Robinson and hugged him tightly.
beep!
The referee blew the whistle again.
Counterattack!
The Nets even got choked!
Nash stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.
Go ahead and chop!
Let's hurt each other!
Whoever surrenders first is a coward!
Shaquille O'Neal, holding his head in his hands, shouted into the microphone from the TNT broadcast booth, "I hate this tactic."
Thibodeau glared at Nash.
Mitchell Robinson stood at the free-throw line, rubbing his hands together and looking expectant.
But with a thud, the first free throw hit the rim.
Thibodeau covered his face in anger, thinking, "What were you expecting if you missed the penalty?"
If we're talking about the Nets player with the lowest free throw percentage, it's Claxton.
The Knicks' lowest free throw percentage was Mitchell Robinson.
Mitchell Robinson's free throw percentage wasn't even as high as Claxton's.
Claxton's free throw percentage was around 55% at least this regular season.
However, Mitchell Robinson's free throw percentage was less than 50%.
Neither of them should laugh at the other!
Swish!
Don't get me wrong, that's not the sound of a ball going in.
Instead, it was the sound of a free throw missing completely, the basketball grazing the net and flying out of bounds.
As expected, Mitchell Robinson missed his second free throw.
Mitchell Robinson seemed quite disappointed, slapping his thigh with a look of regret.
Thibodeau lowered his head, his stomach heaving as if trying to catch his breath.
"Those two guys serve terribly!" Barkley didn't hold back at all, launching into a tirade: "I hate big, dumb idiots like that the most."
O'Neal, standing nearby, glanced at him and resisted the urge to slap him on the bald head.
Claxton grabbed the basketball but didn't immediately pass it to Wang Xiucheng or anyone else; instead, he waited a moment.
Seeing that no one fouled him this time, Claxton passed the ball to Westbrook.
Nash and Thibodeau exchanged a glance on the sidelines.
They both smiled and then turned their heads away.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Wang Xiucheng ran towards the baseline again, with Brunson closely following him.
But Wang Xiucheng suddenly braked, and his body swayed, and he actually turned around and ran backward.
Completely unprepared, Brunson's body moved towards the baseline, but his hand instinctively reached out, trying to grab Wang Xiucheng.
But before Brunson could even touch Wang Xiucheng's jersey, he saw Wang Xiucheng turn around and catch Westbrook's pass.
The next moment, Brunson also braked and tried to pounce on Wang Xiucheng.
The basketball in Wang Xiucheng's hands had already been passed out.
Brunson looked over as if sensing something, and saw that the basketball had been caught by Durant outside the three-point line.
And, without anyone knowing when the defense switched, Durant was now facing Hart, who is 1.93 meters tall.
Durant didn't hesitate at all; he pulled up and shot.
Hart jumped with all his might, but his hand could only cover Durant's face.
Swish!
The basketball spun and fell into the net.
Three-pointer, in!