Dallas natives watched as Su Wan stepped up to the free throw line, sinking the free throw and boosting his score to 78 points. They felt like shouting at him, "Su Wan, just how long do you intend to demolish this city?"
Nowitzki had beco the Mavericks’ "Lonely Brave Man," but that was already a matter of two minutes past.
Two minutes earlier, with Nowitzki unable to hold Su Wan at bay, the Mavericks’ narrow two-point lead was instantly erased. After Su Wan made that free throw, the New York Knicks were leading by about six points.
There were still two minutes left, and the creation of a new "miracle" was about to take place within that ti fra.
Johnson didn’t double-team Su Wan.
He had tried that approach before, only to have Su Wan shatter it with his "walking the dog" off-ball movents and continuous shooting.
At this mont, the Dallas people completely saw their shortcomings; they lacked a good shot-blocker.
Neither Nowitzki nor Haywood were that kind of player.
Once Su Wan broke through to the basket, he could score at will, which forced the Mavericks to tighten their defense under the rim. As a result, when Su Wan shot from the outside, the Mavericks’ double-team didn’t pose much of a threat.
This was the fundantal reason for their failed defense.
But it was a fact that Johnson had tried doubling!
Bill Walton also said, "The Mavericks tried every trick they had up their sleeve, but unfortunately, Su Wan tonight was destined to be unstoppable!"
The historic mont arrived when Su Wan’s jump shot from beyond the three-point line allowed him to tie Kobe’s score of 81 points.
Finally unable to contain themselves, the fans in the arena began shouting aloud:
"Su Wan!"
"Su Wan!"
"Su Wan!"
In Tis Square, pedestrians had gathered out of nowhere, joining in the madness and screaming at this mont.
Those fans who couldn’t restrain their excitent turned their eyes towards the stores in Tis Square. Their hearts filled with fervor, yearning to burst free, but for the mont they held back.
Of course, so fans who couldn’t hold back had already rushed onto the streets.
They all had one thing in common...
They’d had a bit to drink!
Whiskey combined with Su Wan’s performance on the court tonight gave them one feeling:
Buzzed, very buzzed!
Their hands held bottles, smashing them against lamp posts, cars, walls, creating a chorus of clinking and clattering, with broken glass everywhere.
Police departnts all over New York quickly received ergency calls.
They, too, were watching Su Wan create a "miracle."
But the mont they received the calls, they realized tonight was going to be chaotic.
"The legend of New York" was being forged right then, with less than 30 seconds left in the fourth quarter. Su Wan’s breakthrough to a layup made the basket, increasing his ga score to 83 points, surpassing Kobe to beco the second-highest single-ga scorer in the NBA.
And for the first ti, an international player had scored 80 points in an NBA ga.
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
...
The fans, tired of shouting, switched their chant.
But sohow, calling Su Wan "MVP" tonight felt a bit insufficient.
Then, a voice from a corner caught on, quickly uniting the whole place:
"goat!"
"goat!"
"goat!"
...
Whether the outside world recognized it or not, in New York tonight, in Madison, there was only one "God of Basketball," and that was Su Wan!
Any other, Michael Jordan included, should not even co close!
In the Mavericks’ final possession, they inbounded the ball from the backcourt for a quick offense and took a shot that missed, with Tyson Chandler securing the rebound and getting the ball to Su Wan.
Su Wan glanced at the clock, 23.4 seconds remaining and didn’t initiate any offense, dribbling the ball to the frontcourt and just letting ti slip by.
The cheers in the arena at this point grew louder and louder, eventually piercing through Madison Arena and echoing the "goat" cries spreading in all directions across New York.
Barkley shouted at the top of his voice, "Tonight, a myth is born!"
Su Wan just stood there, slowly dribbling the ball in place, and when the ti was nearing its end, he tossed the ball to the referee at the sidelines.
The referee hesitated for a mont but returned the ball to Su Wan:
Didn’t dare to take it, didn’t dare to take it, better you keep this ball!
He knew the value of that ball.
Holding it in his hands, he had a fleeting thought of claiming it for himself.
But listening to the crazy shouts of the entire venue, in order to leave the scene unscathed, he chose to give the ball back to Su Wan.
Then Su Wan realized, right, this was one of only three balls used in the world’s "80-plus-point" gas, and the whereabouts of one were still unknown.
The host at the sidelines was already waiting to interview him, but Su Wan didn’t go over. Instead, he had Erin take the microphone from that host.
As soon as Su Wan took the mic, the shouting in the venue instantly stopped.
Not just the venue, but the cheers from Tis Square, bars, and other places all ceased.
They all knew, Su Wan was going to speak...
"Dallas!"
"Cuban!"
"And all those who thought the New York Knicks would lose their first ho ga of the season tonight!"
"Who do you think I am?"
"Do you think I am a player on LeBron Jas’ level?"
"Savior" and "Savior" are not the sa!
The "Savior" blown by public opinion is a "paper tiger," while the real "Savior" has long been tested by fire and is pure gold.
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