Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 693 693 485 The Inconceivable Final Scene

Chapter 693: Chapter 485: The Inconceivable Final Scene (Combined)_4 Chapter 693: Chapter 485: The Inconceivable Final Scene (Combined)_4 Spectators always can co up with seemingly effective tricks, but Jackson wouldn’t let Jas play the power forward position anymore.

Because the first half had proven that Jas was not ntally prepared, and his skill set did not support him playing inside.

The only thing the Lakers could do was to replace Pau Gasol with Bynum.

This decision, which worried Jackson, ended up turning the ga around in the fourth quarter.

When Bynum ca on, his face flickered with the most negative expressions ever seen: anger, frustration, confusion, disbelief, hostility.

He couldn’t understand why he was only given a few minutes of playti in a ga that might have been watched by over twenty million viewers.

This anger transford into his driving force.

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Bynum was the type of player driven by anger, recalling how he had responded to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the greatest center after being knocked down by Shaquille O’Neal in just a few seconds.

Bynum repeatedly grabbed offensive rebounds, maintaining the Lakers’ scoring frequency.

Kobe started to play irrationally one-on-one, Jas’s breakthrough against Durant was unsolvable, and the SuperSonics urgently brought DeAndre Jordan to enhance their basket protection, but Hamilton’s three-pointer from outside brought the score close again.

At a suffocating critical mont, Yu Fei, after a pick and roll, received the ball and scored a three-pointer.

The SuperSonics regained their composure.

Durant, taking a pass from Yu Fei, soared and dunked, bringing his personal score to 30 points.

He had beco a magnificent scene in the SuperSonics.

Reebok’s CEO Paul Arrington frowned because, with Durant performing like this, regardless of the outco of the ga, it would be a victory for Nike.

But Yu Fei’s presence was terrifying.

He helped defend by blocking Jas, and his fast break pass to Durant drew a foul.

His and DeAndre Jordan’s presence inside kept the Lakers from daring to enter the basket area; they gambled with three-point shots in the last few minutes.

Kobe scored, Hamilton scored, Marc Gasol who returned to the court also scored.

It seed as if fate was on the Lakers’ shoulders.

They hit three consecutive three-pointers within a minute.

Would this craziest Christmas battle see a highly dramatic coback?

In the final half-minute, Yu Fei, attracting a double team, passed to Durant.

Durant shot a three-pointer, but never anticipated Jas, bursting with peak human condition, would rush in front of him and touch the certain three-pointer with his fingertips.

“Bang!!!!”

As Jas chased Durant, he also left the basket area open; Yu Fei reached that crucial spot, soared like a dragon, caught the offensive rebound, and smashed it down with full force.

“BOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!”

That was Yu Fei’s 45th point. The Lakers had less than 15 seconds left, but worst of all, they had no tiouts left.

Jas handled the ball, aiming to pass to Kobe, since the latter was hot in the fourth quarter.

Yu Fei read this move, rushed to the periter, and executed an extrely close defense on Kobe. Jas could pass the ball to anyone, but it was impossible to pass it to Kobe.

No ti left!

Artest burst out for a screen; Jas drove to the basket, DeAndre Jordan, like a giant, defended cooperatively, making the King montarily think—Yu Fei marking Kobe, who would cover Artest?

Ron Artest was left open, receiving Jas’s pass in the final seconds. There was no ti left, but Artest chose to dribble, and you could almost hear the anguished screams of the Lakers fans at Staples Center: “NOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~!~!!!!!”

His extra dribble not only made his shot overdue, but it also allowed the SuperSonics’ defense to rotate into position. This three-pointer, which carried the Lakers’ hopes of winning, didn’t even touch the rim and ended up hitting a cheerleader’s head on the sidelines.

For a second, most of the people at the venue wore indescribable expressions, as if soone was stuck in an elevator in a large mall, and there were nine other people inside. One of them suddenly pulled down their pants and defecated in public—right at the specific mont the elevator doors opened, and everyone in the mall was watching.

This was the final mont of the night; twenty thousand people on-site and nearly twenty million Arican viewers watched as Artest, from beyond the three-point line, killed the Lakers’ last hope with a three-pointer as foul-slling as feces.