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Chapter 667 is too much of a compliment.
Shaquille O'Neal and Charles Barkley remained silent.
What can they say as neutral commentators?
They were also afraid of saying the wrong thing and never being able to leave Indianapolis!
Regardless of the fans' jeers, the game will continue.
Although Wang Xiucheng had rested, he still frequently crouched in the bottom corner when he came on the field, avoiding close combat.
Swish!
Nesmith made his first three-pointer of the night.
The score was now 102-92, with the Pacers leading by 10 points.
Although Wang Xiucheng was on the court, the Pacers' shooting percentage was frighteningly high during this period.
Whether it was a long-range three-pointer or a floater after driving into the paint and losing balance, the Pacers made every shot.
Halliburton, dressed in a suit and tie, stood and applauded his teammates.
If the Pacers win this game, then Haliburton will definitely play in the next game.
Even Carlisle couldn't stop him.
He was fed up with the feeling of powerlessness of cheering on his teammates from the sidelines, yet being unable to help them in any way.
Udoka requested a timeout.
Firstly, I wanted to cool down the Pacers' shooting touch, and secondly, with the time limit approaching 3 minutes, it would be a waste not to use the timeout.
"Ten points is nothing. You all know very well that we have the ability to score more than ten points in a minute, so what we need to do now is to defend."
"Our scoring will only be meaningful if we can defend every single one of the opponent's shots."
Udoka held the tactical board in his hand but didn't use it. "Lock up Nemhad for me. Don't be afraid of fouls. If we win this game, we can rest for at least two more days. I promise you, I'll give you a break, as long as we can win this game."
Upon hearing that they could have a holiday, everyone, including Wang Xiucheng, had their eyes light up.
Udoka is different from Nash.
Nash's rules were relatively lenient, but Udoka's were much stricter.
Regarding the holiday, the team trained for many more days this year than last year.
Even Wang Xiucheng is like that.
Even though Wang Xiucheng used his position to avoid returning to the team, Uduka would call him repeatedly.
Uduka even tattled on Cai Congxin.
Cai Congxin had no choice but to call Wang Xiucheng personally, appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him, saying that since he was now a small business owner, shouldn't he take the lead?
Listening to Cai Congxin's patient and persuasive guidance, just like a homeroom teacher, Wang Xiucheng had no choice but to rejoin the team.
Now that he heard he could have a holiday, how could Wang Xiucheng not be happy?
Wang Xiucheng would much rather spend time with young ladies than face these grown men every day!
Udoka breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Wang Xiucheng return to the field full of fighting spirit.
He noticed that Wang Xiucheng frequently disappears from the game these days.
It's not a disappearance of physical properties, but a visual disappearance.
Wang Xiucheng often crouches in the corner, detached from the competition.
Then, when needed, he can score more than ten points per minute and win the game in one fell swoop.
It seems that these competitions no longer interest Wang Xiucheng.
Udoka remembered a quote from Jordan.
"Can I not play in the regular season, but only in the playoffs?"
For Jordan, the regular season meant nothing.
Perhaps Wang Xiucheng has reached this level as well!
Uduka was startled when he realized this.
He actually compared Wang Xiucheng to Jordan?
That's giving this kid too much credit!
Uduka had just thought of this when a loud crash brought his attention back to reality.
Wang Xiucheng was hanging on the rim with one hand, swung gently, and jumped back onto the court.
Wang Xiucheng had clearly just stolen the ball again and slammed it home.
Uduka didn't see the ball, but he could visualize it in his mind.
He even saw Nemhard's gloomy face and knew it was him who conceded the goal.
The Nets trailed by 8 points, 102 to 94.
As Wang Xiucheng retreated, he tapped his wrist at Uduka, seemingly reminding Uduka not to forget what he had just said.
The Pacers started their attack, with Nemhardt in possession of the ball, and Dillon, who already had seven fouls, was guarding him.
The crowd booed Dillon loudly, but this did not affect him at all; it only fueled his fighting spirit.
The boos at the Lakers' home arena were much louder than yours!
With a slap, Dillon slapped the ball, and Nemhard immediately turned around to block Dillon, regaining control of the basketball.
Nemhard was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
If we lose this ball again, I'm afraid I'll have to be substituted off the field.
"Come on, kid!" Dillon shouted at Nemuhad, while lowering his body slightly, staring at Nemuhad like a cheetah.
Nemhard's brain instantly became congested with blood.
Wang Xiucheng is one thing, but who do you think you are, daring to yell at me like that!
Nemhardt arched his back, trying to squeeze Dillon into the paint.
The assistant coach on the sidelines stood up and shouted something in their direction, and even Haliburton, who was not far away, was waving.
But Nemhardt's eyes were only on Dillon, and he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.
The stadium was in such a mess that all the fans were standing and booing Dillon, and Nemhard didn't have time to figure out what his assistant coach was saying.
All he wants to do right now is get inside and score that basket.
With a thud, Nemhard turned around and bumped his shoulder into Dillon's shoulder.
Then, just as he was about to make his next move, the referee suddenly blew his whistle.
Nemhardt was a little smug; Dillon had just fouled.
Dillon's hand was making a lot of a move just now, and the referee must have caught him. After all, Dillon already has 7 fouls, so the referee couldn't possibly not be watching him.
However, Nemhard watched helplessly as the referee pointed at him, indicating that the attack time had expired.
Nemhard was completely bewildered and didn't react for a long time.
Dillon slapped the basketball out of Nemhard's hand, threw it to the referee, and then gave Wang Xiucheng a triumphant high-five.
Nemhard turned to look at the bench.
The assistant coaches looked grim, and even Carlisle was taking deep breaths.
“Hey, focus, what are you thinking about?” Halliburton yelled at Nemhard.
Just now, when Nemhardt had the ball, Dillon disrupted his shot.
Halliburton knew that Nemhard must have mistakenly believed that the attack timer should be reset at this point.
The work is done on the top of the list.
If Nemhard had just glanced at the timer on the backboard, he wouldn't have made that mistake.
Towns went off the court and passed the ball to Westbrook.
Westbrook quickly crossed half-court, and when Wang Xiucheng came to the perimeter under Towns' screen, Westbrook passed the ball to Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng moved to the side after receiving the ball, creating a space for Nemhard.
Just as Wang Xiucheng jumped to shoot the ball, Siakam, who was following Towns, came over to help defend and stretched out his long arms to cover Wang Xiucheng.
Instead of forcing a shot, Wang Xiucheng threw the ball to Westbrook.
Nemhardt is still positioned between Wang Xiucheng and Westbrook.
Westbrook was essentially an open shot at this point.
Upon receiving the ball, Westbrook jumped and shot it without hesitation.
Swish!
The basketball hit the bullseye perfectly!