Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 461: 10 Consecutive 3-Minute Shots in a Single Quarter! Lin Tian's Status in the Martia

"You can't even play one-on-one, what kind of basketball are you! Go back to college for two more years, no, you don't even deserve to go to college, you can't even pass the exam! Go back to high school for two more years!" Lin Tian's trash talk was getting more and more vicious.

Even the usually composed James finally snapped after Lin Tian's trash talk.

"I can't play one-on-one? I just disdain one-on-one! I have higher basketball aspirations! But if you want a one-on-one game, then come on!"

With the referee's help in the first half, James was very confident. He didn't take the time when the referee didn't blow the whistle to heart. This time, he wanted to show Lin Tian what it meant to have an invincible shield!

James spread out one hand, signaling all his teammates to spread out for him, and then suddenly dribbled the ball back two steps, which was his signature starting move before launching an attack.

Because James knows very well that although everyone praises his maturity and says that he was already one of the 30 or even 20 best players in the league at the age of 18, James also knows very well that his skills are not good at all. His biggest advantage is still his physique, speed and impact!

So when he's about to go all out, he won't start by showing off his skills and dribbling. Instead, he'll first create some distance to give himself a running start and acceleration space before he accelerates and charges forward!

"Come on, Lin!" James roared, then suddenly made a clumsy crossover dribble, and then accelerated hard, charging towards the basket!

To James's surprise, this breakthrough was surprisingly smooth. He left Lin Tian behind in just one step, but James didn't even have time to be happy.

Because when he was only halfway there, Artest rushed over and blocked his way.

Artest's sudden appearance forced James to slow down before he could reach his limit.

Next up was Miller. These two, one in front and one on the side, completely suppressed James's speed on the drive.

"FUXX!" Only then did James realize that he had been tricked by Lin Tian. All that talk about one-on-one and one-on-one was a complete lie! At the same time, James also understood that his speed was not enough to easily get past Lin Tian. Lin Tian had deliberately let him slip by!

But it was too late for him to pass the ball now, because Lin Tian had already arrived behind him, and the three of them surrounded James, blocking him in the middle.

Then, Artest, who was in the best position, reacted quickly, reaching forward with both hands and slamming the ball onto James's back. With a roar, Artest pulled the ball towards himself with all his might.

But he didn't expect that James was also holding onto the ball tightly and wouldn't let go at all. Artest's pull actually failed to completely steal the ball.

"Again! FUXX!" But Artest caught his breath really quickly. In the time it took to catch his breath, he roared again. This time he used even more force, and he stood firmly on the floor to support himself. Then he used his waist to drive his entire upper body.

To describe it in the words of a Shaolin lay martial arts master who has diligently practiced the Vajra Kick, Artest's move can be described as: "Waist and stance in perfect harmony!"

Artest's second attempt was absolutely formidable. As one of the strongest perimeter players in the league today, Artest used all his strength to grab the ball. Perhaps James in his prime could have fought him and even gained the upper hand, but the current James simply doesn't have that kind of power.

Not only did the basketball immediately slip from his hand, but James himself also lost his balance and was thrown forward by the inertia, almost falling over.

James was also annoyed by Artest's almost robber-like actions. He didn't even think about turning around to ask the referee for a whistle. Instead, he turned around and chased after Artest and Lin Tian, ​​starting to retreat on defense.

He wants to win this ball back and save face for himself!

It's so embarrassing to be snatched away by life like this!

Although the Pacers' fast breaks are not what they used to be, they are not easy to catch up with.

Especially when they have a monster like Lin Tian on their team, James' efforts alone seem somewhat insignificant!

Lin Tian dribbled wildly down the middle, with Artest and Christie positioned on either side of him. As Lin Tian drove to the three-point line, he suddenly gathered the ball and faked a pass towards Artest, causing James to take a half-step in that direction.

Then Lin Tian stopped and dribbled the ball towards Christie again.

This time it's for real!

James charged toward Christie with absolute confidence, but when he got there, he found that Christie didn't have a basketball in his hand at all!

Where's the ball?

Is it Artest?

Just as James was about to turn back to look at Artest, hoping to find the basketball, the basketball had already come to him!

It flew in from the sky!

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound rang out above James' head. Lin Tian didn't pass the ball to anyone this time. Instead, he stopped outside the three-point line, pulled up and shot!

Less than a minute into the third quarter, Lin Tian hit three consecutive three-pointers, scoring nine points in a row and putting the Spurs on a 9-0 run!

"That's brutal! Lin is warning the referees in his own way!" Barkley exclaimed excitedly. "His meaning couldn't be simpler: I'll play like this, go ahead and call my three-pointers if you dare!"

Kenny added, "I have a feeling, and it's getting stronger, that Lin is definitely going to break some record tonight! His performance in those last few seconds was truly terrifying!"

"Maybe it's a single-quarter three-point record?" Barkley tried to guess. "Or maybe a single-game three-point record?"

"Maybe both, and maybe even some bonuses!" Kenny said. "Let's keep watching the game, enjoy it, and look forward to it!"

In this Spurs offensive play, James ignored Lin Tian's words and became the 99th star to be silenced by Lin Tian, ​​or to helplessly repeat "Shut up, shut up" repeatedly.

The usually silent James was more decisive and calm. This time, he passed the ball to Randolph in the low post. Randolph, who finally got the ball, turned around and drove to the basket. He ignored James cutting from the middle and jumped up to dunk, scoring 2 points!

"Zach, I'm coming!" James finally managed to shake off Lin Tian but failed to get the ball, so he was a little annoyed.

"I know, but I can dunk too." Randolph ignored James. They were both high school students who hadn't gone to college, so who was afraid of whom?

The two had just exchanged a few words when they realized that the Pacers had already inbounded the ball from the baseline again. Lin Tian received the ball and immediately accelerated, charging into the frontcourt.

Although Bowen, who seemed to have no idea what giving up or slacking off meant, was sticking to Lin Tian and blocking his way, Lin Tian, ​​who was now fully in the zone, was no match for a clean-playing Bowen.

He completely ignored Bowen, not even bothering to make a single extra move by Bowen, and simply dribbled all the way to the frontcourt, then gathered the ball, pulled up, and launched another reckless three-pointer.

"Whoosh!"

After another blast, Lin Tian was truly going completely crazy with his pitching in this section!

All of his three-pointers were absurd pull-up threes; none of them were in line with the tactics, and none of them would be written into the coach's tactics manual.

But those unreasonable 3 points just kept coming in one after another!

"What are you doing! Get back on defense!" Popovich was furious, his hair practically steaming. He spread his arms wide and yelled at James and Randolph, "Only offense? Basketball is only about offense? Defense! Get back to defense first! How many pull-up threes are you planning to let him sink tonight?"

"Next possession, double-team Lin! Block all his three-point attempts and let him shoot from mid-range! Let him shoot mid-range!" Popovich was really annoyed by these unreasonable three-pointers, and he no longer cared that the Pacers would hear his tactics.

Just shout it out!

He was really anxious!

If Lin Tian keeps throwing like that, who knows what kind of record he'll set!

You must hold it down!

"Snapped!"

Popovich was yelling at James and Randolph when he suddenly felt a pain in his butt.

Turning around with a head full of anger, Popovich saw Lin Tian's annoyingly smirking face.

"Old man, you don't want me to shoot threes, you want me to shoot mid-range shots instead?"

"Don't you know I'm the best mid-range shooter in the league?"

"Then go shoot mid-range shots! I don't believe you can kill us with mid-range shots tonight!"

Popovich doesn't care that Lin Tian is the league's best mid-range shooter.

He looked at Lin Tian, ​​provoking him. If Lin Tian was really provoked and kept taking mid-range shots, it would definitely be a good thing for the Spurs!

"I won't!"

When Lin Tian said those words, his expression was incredibly smug; he looked like he was about to stick out his tongue and give Popovich a "lol ...

FUXX!

Popovich found himself gripping the back of a chair tightly. At that moment, he had an incredibly strong urge to pick up the chair and smash it over Lin Tian's head.

Let this kid stay in the hospital bed for a month!

"Want to hit me?" Lin Tian looked at Popovich's hand pressed against the back of the chair, and at his arm with bulging veins, and saw through the old man's thoughts: "Come on, I promise I won't fight back."

Not fight back?

Nobody believes you!

Do you really think I've forgotten how pathetic that old man Sloan looked?

That bastard, he showed absolutely no respect or mercy to the coach when he beat him!

Lin Tian: This is truly defaming someone's innocence! If I, Lin the Great, hadn't shown mercy back then, that old man Sloan would be three meters tall with weeds on his grave, okay?

Lin Tian certainly wouldn't actually stand there and stick his head out, waiting for Popovich to hit him with a chair. The old man was from the military; what if he carried a shotgun for self-defense?

No need, no need. Know when to stop.

After exchanging a few words with Popovich, Lin Tian turned and walked away.

The Spurs are about to attack. The kind of thing where arguing leads to them not being able to get back on defense in time is something only high schoolers like James and Randolph can do. But I, Lin, a graduate of an Ivy League school, can't do it, I can't do it.

Making the same mistake as a high school student is embarrassing.

After Popovich's outburst, the Spurs' offense did improve at least. Although James was once again struggling against Lin Tian's defense and had difficulty organizing an effective attack, his height of over 2 meters still proved useful at this moment.

In a desperate situation, James leaped high and, incredibly, found Turkoglu, who was very far away, and threw the ball to him.

Hedo Turkoglu received the ball and passed it towards the inside, where Randolph backed down and made a turnaround floater!

After the Spurs scored, two players quickly ran towards Lin Tian.

James and Bowen!

The teams under Popovich are absolutely top-notch in terms of tactical awareness and execution; they are always able to implement the head coach's requirements and tactical intentions in the first instance.

But sometimes, even if the coach's instructions are correct and the players execute them well, it may not necessarily be effective.

Because in the NBA, sometimes the most useless thing is the right tactics and strategies!

Lin Tian didn't care about the double-team defense at all. Instead, he made a reverse run to create distance between himself and the two, then stretched out his hand to ask for the ball. He then dribbled and sprinted all the way. Relying on his absolute speed advantage, he had already reached the three-point line before the two could catch up with him.

Lin Tian showed no intention of stopping to adjust or steady himself, and once again pulled up for a shot from beyond the three-point line!

This time, he rushed too fast and acted too hastily. When he made his move, he was even floating forward. He couldn't control the inertia of his body at all.

When he released the shot, he was at least a step away from the three-point line, but when he landed, he was already about 2 meters inside the three-point line.

Lin Tian jumped forward at least 3 meters!

This kind of shot, where you're practically flying forward, your body is completely unstable, and you can't control your hand shape at all—it's an extremely difficult shot that every coach would want their opposing team's players to do.

Just keep throwing like that, it would be best to keep throwing.

The accuracy of such shots cannot be guaranteed.

"Whoosh!"

But with such an unreliable shooting percentage, Lin Tian made a shot that looked like a bad attempt.

"Does the tactic work? Does preventing me from shooting threes work?" Lin Tian ran past Popovich again, taunting him.

"Keep defending like this! He can't keep making these shots! No way! Nobody can keep making three-pointers like this!" Popovich ignored Lin Tian and instead yelled at James and Bowen, continuing to instruct them to follow the previous tactical arrangements.

Popovich's point is quite valid.

Indeed, no one can keep throwing and scoring like that, not even Lin Tian.

He doesn't have any cheat codes that guarantee a 100% success rate with his drifting shots.

The smartest thing to do with this kind of shot is to quit while you're ahead and never shoot like that again after you've made one!

For example, in the next possession, when the Spurs missed their shot, Lin Tian told Christie to take charge of the drive, while he himself ran up the court and started sprinting after everyone had taken their positions.

He began to showcase the skills and off-ball techniques he had learned from playing alongside Reggie Miller over the past few years, constantly running and utilizing his teammates' screens and his own speed and rhythm advantages.

Finally, as Lin Tian ran from under the basket towards the top of the arc, James and Bowen had long been left far behind and couldn't keep up at all!

Catch the ball, aim, and shoot!

"Whoosh!"

Another crisp sound, Lin Tian hit another 3-pointer!

"Where are you guys? Where are the guys guarding me? Weren't you supposed to keep me from shooting threes and only give me mid-range shots? I've already made several in a row! Is your strategy to prevent me from shooting threes, or are you just letting me shoot from anywhere and you don't care at all?"

"Shut up!" Popovich finally snapped, yelling at Lin Tian, ​​"You fucking shut up! And the rest of you, are you all just sitting around doing nothing? You can't even guard one jerk? You knew he was going to shoot a three, but you couldn't even contest it?"

"What I've been teaching you guys is all bullshit, you son of a bitch! Go to hell, you all!"

"Referee, he insulted me!" Lin Tian, ​​who was already standing in front of Popovich, took the initiative to "bear" all of Popovich's attacks this time. He just stood in front of Popovich, watching him, and as soon as Popovich finished his attack, he immediately filed a report.

"He called me a freeloader, an asshole, and even called me dog shit! Give him a good kick, give him a good kick!"

Before the referee could even speak, Popovich couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "You son of a bitch, have you no shame? Did I curse at you? Did I even speak to you? Get lost! F*** you! Get lost! Or I'll kill you!"

"He definitely cursed at me this time! He even threatened me!" Lin Tian looked at the referee with an innocent expression, leaving the referee somewhat at a loss.

Give Popovich a technical foul. The referee was right there; he knows exactly what happened. It was that bastard Lin Tian who was just looking for trouble.

But if they don't give him a kick, Popovich did indeed swear at the opponent's absolute star player.

Dilemma.

However, in essence, the referee still wanted to settle things peacefully and let the matter pass.

Pretending not to hear and playing dumb is the best way to deal with this kind of conflict.

"Give it to me if you want! You think I'm afraid of you? You manipulated puppets, you idiots! What can you do? What can you bunch of morons do? Do you even know if a basketball is round or square?"

"Technical foul!" This time, the referee didn't even think twice and gave Popovich a technical foul.

I can tolerate you insulting Lin Tian, ​​but I absolutely cannot tolerate you insulting my dream!

The technical foul called by the referee brought the Spurs' offense, which had just reached the frontcourt, to an abrupt halt. James, who was controlling the ball, looked at the referee with a puzzled expression, while most people on the court had no idea what had just happened.

"Who? Who got a technical foul? What did he do?" James spread his hands, not knowing what was going on.

"Did Popovich get a technical foul? Did he finally lose his temper and smash a chair over Lin's head?" Artest said. "That's actually understandable."

"I even think this is something to celebrate! It's extremely rare for someone to hit Lin on the head with a chair!"

Several players stared at the field, bewildered. Their attention hadn't been on Lin Tian and Popovich; they genuinely had no idea what had happened.

However, when Artest walked over aggressively, only to find that Lin Tian and Popovich were both unharmed, and even the chair that should have been the murder weapon was intact, a clear and intense disappointment appeared on his face.

"Disappointed my ass!" Lin Tian said irritably, kicking Artest. "I sacrificed myself for this technical foul, and what the hell is with that 'I'm so sorry I didn't die on the court' look on your face?"

"Misunderstanding! I thought we were going to fight!" Artest grinned, indicating that he was completely innocent.

Lin Tian rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this guy, quickly walked to the free throw line, and made the technical free throw steadily. Then the Pacers continued to inbound the ball.

This time it was Lin Tian again. At first, he was just standing in the far corner, but when the basketball came to Brad Miller's hands, Lin Tian started running again!

"Stop him! Stop this bastard!" Popovich was so angry he was about to jump up from the sidelines. He roared wildly. In Popovich's career, there were very few times when he was so crazy and out of his mind.

But there was nothing they could do; Lin Tian was just too crazy.

Well, that's not the main reason either.

The main reason is that Lin Tian is too deserving of a beating.

That's so annoying!

But if hard work were effective, what would be the point of cheating?

Lin Tian ran vertically upwards from the baseline to the three-point line, then made an incredible right-angle turn, shaking off James, who was relatively heavier and had a higher center of gravity. However, Turkoglu quickly took over and continued to closely guard Lin Tian with Bowen.

But Lin Tian had already sprinted all the way towards the top of the arc, and Miller's pass arrived precisely at that moment.

Lin Tian received the ball at the top of the arc. At this point, he was a full two meters away from the three-point line, but Lin Tian didn't care at all. After receiving the ball, he slapped it on the floor and then turned and stopped abruptly, changing from facing the basket to facing it directly. Then, Lin Tian took off and launched another long-range three-pointer!

This time, there were two people blocking Lin Tian's way again!

But it didn't work!

"Whoosh!"

"God! God!" Barkley in the studio was practically going crazy.

When has he ever seen a performance of this caliber?

No! Not just Barkley, fans all over the world have never seen a performance of this caliber on an NBA court!

too crazy!

Yes, Chamberlain once scored 100 points and scored over 70 points on multiple occasions.

Several other people also scored 70+ points.

But in terms of sheer shock and Lin Tian's fighting style tonight, none of those people combined could match Lin Tian's frenzy.

In a full 24-second shot clock, Lin Tian received the ball, dribbled only one step, and then forced a shot from two steps beyond the three-point line, overpowering two defenders.

Several times!

too crazy!

No one knows how many people gasped after Lin Tian's shot, nor how many people involuntarily knelt down and cried out to God.

But Lin Tian's performance tonight is clearly not over yet!

With 4 minutes and 20 seconds left in the third quarter, Lin Tian once again pulled up for a three-pointer. This time, Bowen, who was stunned by Lin Tian's shot and completely numb, didn't even reach out to interfere.

He was completely taken aback.

I'm tired. Let it end, let it be destroyed, let it be done quickly!

"Bang!"

it's over!

A dull thud rang out, signaling the end!

Lin Tian's streak of three-pointers has finally come to an end!

Perhaps because the ball missed, no one was prepared, so not many people even tried to grab the backboard. The basketball bounced on the rim once and then flew directly out of bounds.

During the dead ball situation, the court entered another official timeout in the third quarter.

Everyone needs to slow down.

As of now, more than 7 minutes into the third quarter, Lin Tian has made 10 of 11 three-point attempts and 1 of 1 free throws, scoring 31 points!

He made 10 consecutive three-pointers, and if you include the three-pointer he made before the second half of the game, he has surpassed his previous record of 10 consecutive three-pointers against the Magic, setting a new NBA record with an incredible 11-point streak!

Incidentally, including the three three-pointers Lin Tian made in the first half, Lin Tian has now made 13 three-pointers tonight!

He tied his own record, the same record of 13 three-pointers in a single game set against the Magic!

More importantly, there are still more than four minutes left in the third quarter.

That explosive power is absolutely insane!

而上半场因为犯规只打了15分钟的林天，现在已经轰下了52分7篮板7助攻5抢断2盖帽了！

Three fouls? Referees not helping? Is it like playing away at home?

It's nothing!

The Spurs, who were leading the Pacers by 5 points in the first half, have been completely overwhelmed by Lin Tian's play, and the gap between the two teams has now reached 17 points!

63: 80!

Interestingly, this point difference had a completely opposite effect on the fans of both sides.

For Pacers fans: A 17-point deficit is great! The gap isn't too wide, and Lin Tian can definitely score a few more points!

For Spurs fans: they really wish they were down by 37 points right now, so Lin Tian would most likely have to leave the court and wouldn't score anymore.

A true reversal of the two extremes.

In short, the Pacers are now cheering for the Spurs.

Hang in there!

You are a top team with a glorious history and countless legends! Show your pride and confidence! Show your confidence! Kill Lin! Kill the Pacers!

"The home fans... have switched sides?" Barkley paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "I've never seen this kind of switching before! I have to say, Indiana fans have been infected by Larry, Reggie, and Lin."

"They're all fucking despicable and shameless!"

Kenny said, "But I think the Pacers fans turning against the Spurs right now is more despairing and painful than any boos. If the Indians cursed at them, they might even regain some of their fighting spirit."

"But now... the Spurs' morale has definitely completely collapsed."

During the timeout, the Spurs' morale was indeed extremely low. Everyone was silent, and half of them had towels over their heads. Lin Tian had really broken them down during this period.

"Bruce, if Lin dares to shoot or drive in front of you again next possession, aim for his feet and send him to the hospital!" Popovich was furious this time, his eyes even red, as he gave Bowen the order.

"I'm not going." Bowen shook his head without hesitation. "I'm a clean player. Ever since I was punished for tripping someone with my foot back in my days with the Heat, I swore I would never do anything like that again!"

"God will not tolerate this kind of behavior!"

"F*** you! Coward! Wimp! Trash!" Popovich cursed several times, then looked at Horry: "Robert, you have experience with this too."

"Coach, I respect you, but that's Lin the fuck!" Horry forcibly suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. As a seasoned veteran, he certainly wouldn't challenge Lin Tian and do something that would lead to his death. "I want to retire peacefully. I don't want to lie in a hospital bed for months."

"Damn it! You bunch of cowards! You don't even dare to step on Lin? What use are you then? What use are you to me?! Who dares to go up and give Lin a good whack? I guarantee you'll be starters for the rest of the season!"

Are they going to be starters for the second half of the season?

Almost the entire team scoffed at Popovich's words, saying he'd probably spend the rest of the season in bed.

Who is Lin Tian? Do you really think we don't know?

"Are all my teammates cowards? Is there not a single real man among them?"

"Great, great, how about I go myself? I'll go up there and cripple him myself!"

"Beautiful! Fantastic! You'd rather watch an old man fight Lin than take action yourselves, is that it?"

"You've disappointed me greatly! I thought I had a pack of lions under my command, but you've turned out to be just a bunch of kittens, haven't you?"

"It's not that weird. If you can successfully block him, Lin will have no chance to fight back. He will be powerless and can only scream in pain while clutching his legs."

"I will protect you. You can retreat behind me immediately, and I will take care of you."

"you……"

Despite Popovich's best efforts to find the courage to give Lin Tian a hard time, he couldn't change anything.

Unfortunately, this is Lin Tian, ​​whose past achievements, or rather, his record, are simply too frightening.

Go ask the Jazz, go ask the Knicks, go ask the SuperSonics.

Whoever lays a hand on Lin Tian, ​​or dares to use dirty tricks on him, will have a good ending?

Being knocked down on the court and unable to get up is considered lucky; those who retire early, spend the entire summer bedridden, or whose careers plummet due to injury...

To be honest, who would dare gamble their career like that? And it's just a gamble that he can help Lin Tian; he won't retaliate on the spot.

Yes... the most successful outcome would simply mean that Lin Tian wouldn't retaliate against them on the spot.

Who knows how badly Lin Tian will beat me up next time we meet?

Only a lunatic would gamble!

So, after Popovich spent the entire timeout without persuading even one person to attack Lin Tian, ​​he decided—

Abandon this plan!

The old man wasn't stupid; of course, he wouldn't go himself.

Lin Tian has been a coach before, but Popovich doesn't think that just because he was a soldier, his physical abilities are better than Sloan's.

Serving in the military for those few years at most reduced Popovich's time in the hospital by half a month.

"You've disappointed me greatly." Popovich snorted, crossed his arms, and sat down in his chair in a huff, refusing to say another word.

What could he say?

He himself couldn't think of a way to stop Lin Tian.

Based on Lin Tian's performance in the third quarter, Popovich suspected that even if he put a lid on the rim, Lin Tian could still smash the lid and continue scoring.

It's impossible to stop it.

Powerless.

Then let's destroy it, we won't resist anymore, let them do whatever they want!

The timeout ended, and the players from both sides returned to the court. (End of Chapter)