The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!
Chapter 661 - 252: I believe that after my comeback, we will surely achieve our revenge_2

Chapter 661: Chapter 252: I believe that after my comeback, we will surely achieve our revenge_2

Chris Bosh caught the ball outside the three-point line and immediately went for the shot, with Artest lunging at him viciously.

"Toot!"

The referee’s whistle sounded.

Artest was dumbfounded on the spot.

No way?

He quickly turned around.

The New York Knicks were now leading by 3 points, and if Chris Bosh’s three-pointer went in, he’d have the chance for a four-point play.

In other words...

His foul could very possibly bury New York, no, all of Su Wan’s efforts for the entire game.

"No!"

The "sensible" New York fans were already holding their heads.

Their premonition was not wrong.

The ball went straight through the net.

Chris Bosh, who had been shown up by Su Wan the entire game, also clenched his fist fiercely at this moment and gave the air a forceful punch.

Wade was the first to rush up, passionately bumping chests with him: "Nice, buddy!"

Chris Bosh roared at him, saliva spraying, while Wade did not dodge or avoid, letting the spit splash across his face.

Hmm~

My brother smells so sweet!

Ah, spit!

No...

I mean, my brother’s three-pointer was so sweet!

Artest, regretful, wanted to argue with the referee, but was directly pushed away by Su Wan:

Don’t start problems for me now!

There were still 21 seconds 45 left, giving the opposing side a "3 plus 1" isn’t a problem. We still have a chance next round, but if you start mouthing off at the referee, and then we give them another "one shot one throw," that would be a big loss.

Artest didn’t know who had pushed him and turned his head around irritably, coming face-to-face with Su Wan’s speechless look. His impatient eyes instantly became much clearer.

orz~

The booing from the crowd rose at this moment.

But Chris Bosh was steady and made the free throw.

It’s sad to say, but there’s a reason this guy is regrettable.

He can help defend, he can shoot threes, and his height is especially valuable in the Small Ball Era.

If it weren’t for him damnably playing the five position in the Heat Team these past years and suffering from a pulmonary embolism, honestly, he could have achieved much more. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After Bosh’s free throw was successful, the trailing team became the New York Knicks, and D’Antoni called a timeout to set up the last attack.

Tyronn Lue looked at the players coming off the field and seemed to mutter to himself beside the court, but made sure D’Antoni could hear his voice: "Give the ball to Su, give the ball to Su, later just give the ball to Su!"

D’Antoni glanced at Tyronn Lue, pursed his lips, and although he had already been stunned by Su Wan’s performance, he was planning to give Su Wan the last attack. But with Tyronn Lue saying that, it fired up his contrary nature; he pulled out the tactic board, about to start writing and sketching, but Su Wan directly grabbed the eraser and wiped it all off:

"The final attack, just give the ball to me!"

Tyronn Lue beside him shook his head slightly.

Look!

I’ve already reminded you!

You think I’m talking tactics with you?

I’m just telling you about the psychology of these "Super Stars."

In a final attack, they won’t talk tactics with you.

No, I should say...

If the tactics you talk about aren’t to make sure they get the ball more securely, they won’t listen.

He also didn’t understand why D’Antoni, who clearly had experience working with Steve Nash, didn’t get this "superstar unwritten rule."

D’Antoni...

Really didn’t get it!

Steve Nash wouldn’t do such a thing.

It’s not his character.

The cameras of the sideline reporters were all aiming at the New York Knicks’ bench.

Many of them successfully captured this moment.

Su Wan’s dominance satisfied them with a smile.

If Su Wan couldn’t score later, then this would be an explosive sidelight; if Su Wan did score, then...

It would still be an explosive sidelight!

"Toot!"

The buzzer sounded.

Spoelstra was still emphasizing something to the Heat Team players.

Until the last moment, he was still holding Chris Bosh’s arm, continually pointing at a certain spot on the court.

Chris Bosh nodded again and again.

"No matter what happens, you’re already a hero for the Heat Team!" That was the last thing Spoelstra said to Bosh.

Overheard by LeBron James who was beside them.

No way, no way!

Could they really win...

The result he most wanted to see was the Heat Team losing.

But if the Heat Team won...

A little bit of secret joy would swell within him.

After all, if the Heat Team still won after Su Wan scored 50 points tonight.

When he returned, wouldn’t the Heat Team become the New York Knicks’ greatest bane!

Finally!

At last, ah!

I’ve finally waited for this day!

Anyway, win or not win.

For LeBron, he would be very happy tonight.

Because he saw a bright future.

"Toot!"

This time, it was the referee’s whistle.

The ball was passed to Tyson Chandler.

The New York Knicks’ players started moving.

Stephen Curry feigned receiving the ball, but couldn’t deceive the Heat Team.

Su Wan had to forcefully receive the ball.

At the moment he got the ball, Wade immediately clung tightly to him.

Su Wan, at "Full Power," went for a forceful breakthrough.

Wade felt that Su Wan was just about to squeeze past him.

Right then, Chris Bosh, remembering Spoelstra’s words, rushed over instantly.

Yes, the task, or rather the "death order," given to him by Spoelstra:

As soon as Wade marked Su Wan, rush over and double-team him, forcing him into a dead corner.

It was just that Su Wan saw him coming, dribbled to the three-point line, and immediately pulled up.

Wade instantly reacted, jumping along, desperately stretching out his hand towards Su Wan’s face.

Not just him, but also Chris Bosh, who also took a fierce step and lunged over.