bayedsolid Chapter 414 Benxi: Why did you give me 1T?
Chapter 414 Benxi: Why did you give me 1T?
After talking about Nash for a long time, he finally looked at Wang Xiucheng.
He wanted Wang Xiucheng to rest.
But Wang Xiucheng stood up directly, answering Nash with his actions.
"Go for it," Nash could only manage to say.
The match has resumed.
Standing on the sidelines, Thibodeau looked at Wang Xiucheng with barely concealed greed.
Wang Xiucheng surprisingly started the fourth quarter after playing the full 12 minutes of the third quarter.
"You have amazing stamina!" Thibodeau wished he could force a Knicks jersey onto Wang Xiucheng.
With a player like that on the Knicks, how could they not achieve great things!
What a pity!
It's a pity the Knicks didn't get this little guy!
Thibodeau glanced at the players sitting on the bench.
Then he looked at Brunson, who was also on the field.
Although Brunson is also very good, he is still a bit inferior to Wang Xiucheng.
I'm craving it again!
Every time Xibodu saw Wang Xiucheng, he couldn't help but drool.
With a bang, Sibodu's thoughts were pulled back.
Wang Xiucheng stole the ball from someone again and went coast-to-coast for a powerful dunk from the free-throw line.
Thibodeau quickly looked up at the big screen.
Then Thibodeau's face darkened.
Because the replay on the big screen showed that Wang Xiucheng had intercepted another ball from Brunson.
And the method was exactly the same as in the first half; when dribbling the ball slightly away from his body, Wang Xiucheng found an opportunity.
Brunson himself was somewhat regretful, clapping his hands repeatedly.
At this moment, some fans who had gone out during halftime returned and found that everyone was dancing with their backs to the field.
Wang Xiucheng dunked from the free-throw line again?
Although we didn't see the competition, seeing this dance tells us what happened.
So the fans who had just returned also joined in.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng walking back from the sideline, Stallone stood up and extended his hand.
Seeing their father like this, his three daughters, though not standing up, timidly reached out their hands.
Wang Xiucheng patted them on the hand one by one and returned to his own half of the court.
The game continues.
Brunson, whose ball was intercepted again, was more careful this time, and his center of gravity was lower when dribbling.
Even the slightest movement from Wang Xiucheng would cause Brunson to immediately retreat, fearing that he would be dispossessed again.
Swish!
Brunson, who had screened the paint, passed the ball to Barrett on the perimeter.
Barrett finally made his first three-pointer of the day.
This also relieved Barrett.
My touch was terrible today.
If this three-pointer doesn't go in, he's planning not to shoot any three-pointers today.
Barrett ran back and patted Brunson's hand.
Wang Xiucheng dribbled the ball past midfield and faced Brunson.
Wang Xiucheng was leading the substitutes, so naturally he needed to handle the ball.
Ben West was also on the court, but he was more responsible for defense and rebounding.
Benxi, who was not far away, suddenly came over to cover for Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng, using Benxi's body, also entered the paint.
However, unlike Brunson, Wang Xiucheng did not pass the ball to the outside this time, but instead directly threw the ball away.
Brunson was right behind Wang Xiucheng. Seeing that Wang Xiucheng was moving rather slowly, as if he was deliberately waiting for Brunson to make his move, Brunson really couldn't ignore it.
So he reached out from the side and slapped the basketball before Wang Xiucheng could even leave his hand.
However, the next moment, Brunson felt that his palm did not feel the texture of the basketball leather.
It felt more like being patted on the palm of a hand.
Suddenly, Brunson heard a cry of "Ouch!" and saw Wang Xiucheng fall towards him.
With a thud, Wang Xiucheng fell to the ground.
With a whistle, the referee blew the whistle.
He made the gesture indicating that Brunson had fouled him.
Brunson looked completely bewildered, shaking his head like a rattle drum, his long dreadlocks flying around like rags.
Thibodeau also looked completely bewildered.
The next moment, Thibodeau yelled at the referee next to him, "Where was the foul? That's fucking flopping!"
The referee remained unmoved, looking at Thibodeau as if waiting for him to challenge him.
"I absolutely did not foul, believe me, it was Wang who was putting on a show, he was faking it!" Brunson shouted to his head coach Thibodeau. "This play can be challenged."
Thibodeau didn't even wait for the assistant coach behind him to give his opinion.
Brunson is extremely excited right now, and if this ball isn't challenged, he's afraid Brunson will carry that emotion with him.
Even if he fails to complete the challenge, he will still attempt it.
The game was paused so the referee could review the replay.
As the players walked back, Brunson shouted at Wang Xiucheng, "Liar, you won't succeed."
Wang Xiucheng smiled but did not respond.
The referee quickly reviewed the replay.
But the three referees still stood together and discussed it.
Then, a referee came to the technical table, turned on the device, and announced the result of the replay.
"Brunson made a cut on Wang Xiucheng's hand while cutting the ball. That was a foul, and he gets two free throws."
Stallone was the first to stand up, clapping and nodding, seemingly satisfied with the ruling.
Other fans also applauded enthusiastically, giving their applause to the fair referee.
Brunson continued shaking his head, his dreadlocks spinning like a propeller.
Thibodeau was still talking to the referee, even though he knew it was impossible to change the decision.
Wang Xiucheng has already started his shooting motion, so he will get two free throws.
This is not the most important thing.
To make matters worse, Brunson has already committed four fouls.
Wang Xiucheng stood at the free-throw line, took the ball from the referee, spun it around, patted it, and then shot it.
Swish!
Goal!
Bang!
The second ball went in.
One of the two free throws was made.
Barrett grabbed the rebound but didn't pass it to Brunson. He dribbled the ball across half-court, slowed down slightly, and then passed it to Brunson.
Brunson dribbled the ball to the three-point line and took a three-point shot.
Swish!
The ball goes in.
Brunson shouted, backing away while giving Wang Xiucheng a defiant look.
"Brunson AnswerBall..." O'Neal shouted, "How will the King respond?"
Wang Xiucheng turned and received the ball, ignoring Brunson's gaze, quickly crossed half-court, and reached the top of the arc under Benci's cover.
Brunson bypassed Benxi and came to the other side, but did not see Wang Xiucheng.
The next moment, he saw Wang Xiucheng shoot a three-pointer on the other side of the West.
Brunson's eyes followed the ball until it went into the net.
Swish!
Three-pointer scored!
Wang Xiucheng's three-pointer went in.
"AnswerBall!" O'Neal shouted again, "That's the king's response!"
Wang Xiucheng didn't run; he simply retreated slowly.
"Come on..."
But suddenly, Benci imitated Brunson's earlier actions and yelled at Brunson.
beep!
The referee blew the whistle, pointed at Ben West, and then made a "T" gesture towards the scorer's table.
Ben Simmons received a technical foul.
Ben was stunned. Standing on the field, he looked at the referee, bent over, and asked softly, "Did I get a technical foul? Why?"
The referee completely ignored Benci, picked up the basketball, and went to another basketball hoop, waiting for the Knicks players to come and take the free throws.
Seeing that the referee was ignoring him, Benci looked at Nash with an innocent expression.
Nash didn't even look at him; instead, he was giving instructions to Wang Xiucheng on the sidelines.
Hey, can you guys show me some concern?
Did I get a technical foul?
Shouldn't you calm me down?
Do you believe my back is hurting again?