Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 282 Yao Ming's obsession...

"We played a bad first half..." He left a sentence, and walked slowly towards the locker room...

In the halftime lounge, Yao Ming repeatedly rubbed his knees, looking a little anxious...

The past is like a lake of clear water, calm and calm.

The taste of youth seems to have disappeared on the plank road day after day, but the long-lost glory has never been seen...

An old pipe organ played non-stop in the corner, which was inversely proportional to the passionate speeches of other people in the locker room.

They said that the second half will be harder and more fierce...

Yes, the playoffs are full of hand-to-hand combat...

But me...how long can I play?

5 minutes? 10 minutes?

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"Your knee can only last 20 minutes of each game at most. If you continue to force it, the cracks in the cartilage tissue will become deeper and deeper... In the future, it may not only be far away from the basketball court, but even whether you can walk like a normal person will be a problem..."

"I know this from the 08 Summer Olympics. Hey man, can you change some new words (heart laugh~)..."

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"Hey! Guys! GOGOGO! Keep up your aggressiveness!" Someone stood up and said something, and then the players rushed out of the door...

Yao Ming: In my bones, deep in my heart, there is always a kind of stubbornness that reminds me all the time... I can't fall down, yes, it's not over yet!I still owe this kind of city a championship, and I still owe an explanation to the thousands of fans who support me...

Once, once is enough...

Regret or something, leave it to the future!
Even if my leg is broken, I still want to play my style today...

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My last stubbornness and I clasped our hands and sang loudly, is the next stop heaven!Even if disappointed, I still have my stubbornness!

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"The-houston-rockets, no. 11~~~yao~~~ming!"

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In this era when the center is gradually withering, the last dinosaur in the NBA embarked on his own journey...

"Come on! Come on..." He growled and ran towards the Spurs' penalty area, like a beast out of the cage...

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In the third quarter, Yao Ming made consecutive shots and frequently attacked the Spurs inside, and then the defensive end spared no effort to grab any rebounds and block opponents. This set of tough play, which was almost unsolvable, soon gradually expanded the score, and finally became a balance of power like a tug-of-war.

The way the Spurs deal with it is also extremely simple-hand-to-hand combat!
It's like Sima Zhongda's strategy against Zhuge Liang in Three Kingdoms...

If I don't confront you head-on, I will drag you to death...

And when Yao Ming covered his knees with his hands in the second half of the third quarter, bent over and panted, it also indicated that the Spurs' opportunity had come...

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"Hey! Ron! Didn't I tell you! We can't overload Yao Ming like last year! You..."

"Don't tell me the fuck, tell Adelman!" Ron bit his lips, in his eyes, there were no wounded, this was the best fighter he had ever seen, the best Dayao!

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It was another overlord step, squeezing away the backup center Elson and allowing the opponent to commit 5 fouls in the third quarter...

"Come on...it's not over yet! Come on!" He clenched his fists and depressed the Houston fans throughout the first half, almost going crazy...

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Yao Ming is currently the center who assumes the most tactical responsibilities in the NBA, especially on the offensive end.There is no coach in the league who is better at abusing his ace insider than Adelman. He is sure that an Asian who died in the Olympics because of his injured leg can stick to the end for 40 minutes every game in the playoffs, which is mainly based on hand-to-hand combat...

Whether it's the Nuggets or the Spurs...

We can't blame Ah Weng, of course, this is A Weng's consistent tradition. In recent years, there are only two elders who have collapsed and scrapped the season without any collisions. One is Yao Ming, who averaged 40 minutes per game last season, and the other is Chris Webber, who averaged 2002 minutes per game in the 03-39 season.

But it's really the players' own obsession...

Weber's obsession...

Yao Ming's obsession...

play!

Take the burden of winning or losing the game on yourself!

This season, when McGrady left the Knicks, a large group of rookies played well, and sometimes Iverson would jump out to show his presence, but when it came to the semifinals, people suddenly discovered that the so-called lineup thickness that had been placed on it before was completely vulnerable, and Ron was still using that set of seemingly calculated tricks to weave a deception that the team's actual total salary was less than 4000 million.

Look at how the Spurs ravaged him in the second quarter. Even Chandler bit the bullet in the second half, but he couldn't find any way to cooperate with the Spurs' rapid passing and cutting.

——Or can only rely on Yao Ming, the only superstar in the team...

While this is far from Yao Ming's best season in terms of individual statistics, the Rockets have never been more of a one-man team than they are now.

Chinese fans no longer have to argue about whether to feed Yao Ming or not. All the responsibilities are on him. In the first round of the playoffs against Denver, every time the score was tight, Yao Ming had to keep catching the ball and playing singles in the fourth quarter when the ball was overstretched.

Once a strong triple-double like G4 is played, the public opinion will clear their throats: "Yao finally did what he should do."

Is it fair?Maybe this is what a team has to face...

In the first half of the fourth quarter, Yao Ming was still standing on the court, but at this time the point difference was getting farther and farther...

Ron on the sidelines became nervous as Yao Ming missed one by one fadeaway jumpers, and Ye Li was even hoarse. They could only see the Rockets' mistakes, and then the Spurs counterattacked in an orderly manner...

Whether he wins or loses, Yao Ming's offensive efficiency in the final quarter is a dilemma that Yao Ming cannot avoid. On the night when his teammates misfired, his lonely singles again and again seemed to justify the last touch of the traditional dignity of the center.

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"...I have paid the price of my youth..."

"…again and again…"

"...youth does not fail..."

"...but how much youth do I have left?"

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He raised his head high and looked at the scoreboard in the distance...

"It's time to end..." The team doctor Jones glanced at the pocket watch on his wrist, and reminded Aweng worriedly. The latter sighed meaningfully, and then stood up...

It's just that those resolute eyes are still wrestling with the enemy...

He pursed his lips and shook his head at Adelman, then staggered and fell to the ground...

It was just a short 0 second before even his teammates had time to walk to him. He stood up again in front of tens of thousands of Houston fans who loved him deeply, and walked towards the bloody restricted area without hesitation...

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Keep going all the way...

What the hell reason not to stick to the end?

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Catch the ball, shake it from side to side, then turn around and hook...

Again!

Witnessed by tens of thousands of Houston fans, he gritted his teeth, and he didn't know where he got the strength. Like a god descending, he gave the old Spurs' inside line one after another, the heaviest combination of punches...

The trick is deadly...

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This world does not belong to losers, as long as I try my best, in the eyes of others, I am the champion!
"Ah~~~~!!!" He turned around like crazy, roaring angrily, throwing off the short and strong Blair who never left his body, and after catching the ball, he directly hit the Overlord Leaping Step, followed by a Thunder God's Slash...

With a bang, the audience was solemn...

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Who is the MVP...

it must be you...

Who is the MVP...don't doubt, it must be you...

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Swish!This time, he finally got rid of Shi Buddha's big hands, leaned back steadily and hit...

After regaining his touch, he was out of control, blocked Ginobili's layup in the next round, and rushed towards the hinterland of the enemy's penalty area like a moving Great Wall...

He pretended to lean back to trick Duncan, then directly circled his hands, raised his face to the basket, and faced McDyess with an angry dunk!

"Wake up all the fuck! We're the team that's going to win the championship!" Ron thought it was Chandler's passionate call for that soul-stirring roar...

This call sounded the clarion call for everyone in the Rockets to counterattack. Houston stood up like a Texas Chainsaw Massacre who was waking up on the east bed, sharpening his knife, and even an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

He didn't understand what happened to the people in the red and white jerseys...

Everyone has transformed into a terrorist who is resisting the bombing of the Spurs restricted area by the explosive package. For a while, only driving the score and going up like an explosion...

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Holding the hand of the soul tightly, fighting at the last moment...

In the darkness and fear, only you and I are left at the moment of decisive battle...

The countdown clock, the victory will end the rotation...

I close my eyes, I stand on the stage of life...

Only the last anger left in my heart...

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The strongest red wave in the world set off a most beautiful line in the Toyota Center...

Their ruthlessness will be the happiest annoyance for all the fans at the scene...

Yao Ming is about to explode at the touch of a button, and the wind will rise again, only he can ride the wind...

The heat-like temperature makes the hand feel unbearably hot, which makes people feel a little scary...

10 points...

20 points...

In the end, no one can remember how many goals Yao Ming scored...

People are left cheering~~~
Endless cheers!
From that moment until long after the end, it never stopped...

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I just remember that when the final whistle blew, the giant from the East raised his arms and shouted wildly...

Then for some reason, colorful bars danced on the scene...

The proud San Antonio people looked at each other for almost the whole game, and they were all trembling...

"MVP!~~~"

"MVP!~~"

One after another, the praises of MVP resounded all over the United States tonight...

After the game, Popovich used two "unbelievable" to express his surprise...

Who would have thought that Yao Ming would suddenly explode?
Who would have thought that he would play the entire second half in one go?
Yao Ming scored 45 points, 25 rebounds and 6 blocks, setting an epic semi-final single-game record, directly changing the fate of Houston's inevitable loss...

The Rockets, who were obviously one level behind and lagging behind in the entire game, had the last laugh. In the fourth quarter, a wave of 22:4 attacks completely ignited the sparks of the Aerospace City-wildfires...

"MVP!~~~"

"MVP!~~"

He raised his hands with a wide smile on his face, but when he walked towards the crowd of little brothers, he staggered and fell to the ground...

"I may have to take a break first! Before I come back, you must hold on to the fruits of victory!" He whimpered unwillingly, and instantly touched everyone present...

"Come on! Let's-go-rocket!" He squinted his eyes on the stretcher and looked at the floating color bars all over the field and laughed...

It also completely made the Houstonians understand that a top center's obsession with dreams...

　Yao Ming scored 45 points, 25 rebounds and 6 blocks, setting an epic semi-final single-game record, directly changing the fate of Houston's inevitable loss...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)