Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 591 Look at us!
8 minutes, there is really not much time left for the Cavaliers.

Bradley Beal returned to the backcourt to defend with a dark face, and even LeBron James did not comfort his teammates as before. Speaking of which, he may be more anxious than others, but he has heavier responsibilities and cannot affect his teammates.

The team obviously widened the point difference again, but Coach Wharton couldn't laugh. The team doctor just reminded him in a low voice that judging from Downs' actions, his right knee might be reaching its limit.

23 minutes, which has already exceeded the pre-match plan, and the game is not over yet.

Let Downs play strong for 30 minutes?From a professional point of view, the team doctor does not allow the team to do this.

Withdraw Downs at this juncture?I'm afraid Kevin Love on the Cavaliers side will be revived immediately with full blood.

"It's such a headache!" Wharton rubbed his temples, and immediately put down his hands. If a reporter finds out like this, he might not be able to write about it tomorrow.

The Cavaliers served, Kyrie Irving ran directly to the frontcourt, and LeBron James took the ball.

He advances slowly, dribbling the ball and thinking about what to do with the next ball in his head.

This round must be successful to prevent the Lakers from rising.

Then, it is crucial to find the safest point.

Kyrie Irving?No, Yuan Qingshan will never give him a chance, and maybe he will be counterattacked by the Lakers.

Tristan Thompson?Come on.

Bradley Beal?Seeing the annoyed look of this guy just now, he must be under a lot of pressure now, so he is not a good choice.

"Attack, LeBron!" At this moment, Coach Tylen Lue's voice came from behind.

LeBron James really wants to turn around and tell him that there are still 8 minutes before the end of the game. If he picks up the ax now, he will definitely not have the physical strength to continue in the end. Now he must find other scoring points to stand up and let himself take a breather.

Tyronn Lue's shout was so loud that not only LeBron could hear it, but all the players present could hear it. Paul George obviously raised his vigilance by [-] points.

At the same time, other Lakers players also became more careful, and Whiteside, who was guarding the inside, looked nervous and excited.

LeBron, if you dare to jump over, then prepare to taste the feeling of being blocked by me!

"Look, it's harder for me to play this way." LeBron James complained in his heart.

At the same time, Tyronn Lue was still chattering, constantly calling out the tactics he thought of to his opponents.

At the urging of Tyronn Lue, LeBron James turned his attention to Kevin Love.

To be honest, LeBron James is worried about handing over to Kevin Love to handle many critical moments, but now he has no other suitable options.

Then leave it to Kevin. Besides, Towns' knee injury is not healed, and his strength is greatly reduced. Maybe it is really a good solution.

Whoosh, thinking of this, LeBron James looked to the right and carefully observed the situation on Kevin Love's side.

Kevin Love understood what James meant. In fact, he wasn't ready yet. He subconsciously leaned his body weight back, trying to lean on Downs and prevent him from stealing from the front.

Feeling the pressure from Love, Towns turned sideways, ready to go around Love from the right.

Huh, Love adjusted his breathing, swung his right shoulder, and blocked Downs with his body.

"It's not that simple!" Towns continued to slide to the right, as long as he could grab a third of his body, Love's wingspan is not enough, and he has a great chance to destroy this pass.

Who knows!

Under the force, Downs suddenly felt a needle-like pain in his right knee.

"Oh, why does it hurt at this time?" Downs clenched his teeth.

In just one pause, James passed the ball in lightning, and a brown laser shot from it.

After Kevin Love received the ball, his body swayed. He didn't feel the pressure behind him, knowing that Towns couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

That's it!
Love slammed back with the ball, and Towns' foot was already unstable. After he bumped into it, he fell to the ground with a plop.

Love heard the voice behind him and subconsciously looked at the referee.

The ball was due to Towns' own unsteadiness, and it had nothing to do with Kevin Love. There was no foul, and the game continued.

The opponent fell, and there was no easier opportunity to attack. Love turned around, raised his hands above his head, took a good aim, and shot calmly.

Long two-point hit.

Kevin Love suddenly felt it was a pity, if only he stood outside the three-point line.

From beginning to end, Towns failed to stand up.

The fans cheered when Towns fell, until Love threw the ball in and ushered in a new wave of orgasm.

After the Cavaliers scored, it was the Lakers' turn to serve. Yuan Qingshan immediately called a timeout when the ball was handed over.

Coach Walton, Pete's assistant, and the team doctor rushed onto the court together.

Downs sat on the floor, looking at the scoreboard and timer with a numb expression.

The lights in the Quicken Loans Center were too bright for him to keep his eyes open.

"Carl, Carl, how are you?"

"How's your knee? Does it hurt?"

"Can you stand up?"

"Why are you arguing in my ears? It's so annoying!" Downs pushed Pete's palm away impatiently.

"Really, why don't you serve the ball sooner?" Towns complained in his heart, trying to stand up.

Severe pain in right knee.

Plop, Downs fell to the floor for the second time.

"Okay, get off the field and get treatment! Cleveland has the best clinic in the United States!" The fans near the bottom line gloated and shouted.

"Shut up, trash!" Veteran Channing Frye blocked Downs who was sitting on the floor behind him, and spat at the fans with his chest out.

The three referees surrounded them.

"Coach, can your players continue to play?" the referee asked.

Walton glanced at the team doctor, who shook his head.

Referee: "Okay, please replace him, the game will continue."

"Why don't you call that guy a foul? Don't you understand the rules?" Beverly yelled at the referee.

"Hey, Patrick, calm down!" Yuan Qingshan stopped Beverly, then squatted down, and pressed his forehead against Downs' forehead: "Carl, take a good rest and leave it to me, okay?"

Downs stared blankly at Yuan Qingshan, his eyes seemed to lose focus: "Is he going to leave the stage, isn't it?"

Yuan Qingshan nodded silently.

Towns' voice began to tremble: "Is my finals over?"

Yuan Qingshan pressed Downs's head and said: "Impossible, there are us, I promise you, I will bring the O'Brien Cup in front of you in a while, and you can take selfies whatever you want."

"Hurry up, the fans are going to riot." The referee continued to urge.

"Fuck him, they're all executioners!" Seeing Downs' pain, Beverly had nowhere to vent his anger.

When the stretcher arrived, Towns refused, so Nick Young and the team doctor had to help him up.

Towns didn't dare to touch the ground with his entire right leg. He walked to the bench and asked Walton, "Coach, can I stay here and cheer for them?"

Wharton: "Carl, I'm afraid not."

Towns choked up: "Please, coach."

Wharton sighed and said: "You have to go for an inspection now. This is the rule of the league. I'm sorry, Carl."

"Damn it, damn it! Hahahaha!" Towns laughed wildly as he was kicked out of the court.

"Hahahaha!"

……

Yuan Qingshan looked at the player tunnel until Downs disappeared completely before turning around.

"Okay, guys, let's see us next!"

Roar!
The Lakers shouted in unison, overwhelming the voices of tens of thousands of people present!

(End of this chapter)