894 Countdown to kill (Part 2)
In the last 10 seconds, we fell behind by two points.
There was silence in the center of Golden 1.
The DJ who had been stirring up the atmosphere at the scene had his hands off the keyboard at this time.
Shuang Ye stared intently at Wang Yi on the court.
All the big names sitting on the sidelines also stood up at this time.
Beckham, Jay Chou, Gu Ailing...
Who can sit still in such a tense situation?
In the private room on the fourth floor, Nicole and Anjiali also stood up nervously.
The two of them held their hands tightly together, and they could feel the moisture in each other's palms.
In the ninth row of the auditorium, Wang Yiren had already taken off her glasses.
A pair of clear, big eyes were firmly locked on the man on the field.
The man destined to become the hero of this city.
In the square outside the Golden No. 1 Center, the more than 30,000 people were nervously holding their hands, raising them to their chests, praying silently.
But when they prayed, their palms were already sweating.
In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room.
Wang Meng no longer pounded the table, but instead clenched his right hand into a fist and said, "Oh, I'm so nervous. Come on, brother, come on, king!"
Golden 1 Center.
The head coaches of both sides on the sidelines had sweaty palms at this time.
Especially D'Antoni.
He wanted to shout at Wang Yi twice to ask him to take action as soon as possible, but he was afraid of disturbing Wang Yi's shooting rhythm.
But if you don't shout, the time will be gone soon.
He was so anxious that his mustache almost stood up.
But at this time, Wang Yi, who was the focus of everyone's attention on the court, was not in a hurry and was still dribbling the ball slowly.
This time the Suns did not step forward to double-team.
If they double-team, the rest of the Kings will have an open shot.
They will never leave the Kings an opportunity to take an open shot.
Of course, they will not just watch Wang Yi fight 1 against 1.
As long as the time comes to the last two or three seconds, they will definitely step forward to double-team Wang Yi.
Obviously, Wang Yi also knows this.
So when he dribbled the ball to the last 4 seconds, he did not dribble forward.
Instead, he suddenly dribbled the ball and took two steps back.
Devin Booker, who was guarding him, quickly followed forward.
Wang Yi's two steps of retreat successfully avoided the Suns' double-team.
At this time, he had retreated to the Kings logo. Seeing that Paul was about to catch up and double-team, he glanced at Devin Booker.
Devin Booker and Wang Yi look at each other.
What he saw in Wang Yi's eyes was full of confidence.
Incredibly strong self-confidence.
This made Devin Booker's heart skip a beat.
Why is this guy so confident?
But it was too late to think too much at this time, the time had come to the last second, and Wang Yi was about to take action.
Devin Booker could only try his best to rush forward.
However, Wang Yi has already jumped up.
Even though Devin Booker made a timely save, his jumping height was far lower than Wang Yi's.
His hands could only reach Wang Yi's forearm.
Wang Yi looked at the basket 13 meters away, with fighting spirit in his eyes.
Just like thousands of times before.
The power was transmitted from his toes through his calves, thighs, waist, trunk, upper arms, forearms, wrists, and all the way to his fingertips.
The power is transmitted very coherently, so when shaking your wrist, you don't need much force at all.
It looks like he is lifting lightly, as if he is shaking lightly after peeing.
Basketball is like a shooting arrow.
call out--
An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you.
This cloud-piercing arrow carried the attention of more than 17,000 spectators at the scene;
Carrying the attention of more than 30,000 spectators outside the venue;
Carrying the attention of more than 90 million viewers around the world.
But it wasn't overwhelmed.
Now that it has set a goal, it will move towards the goal resolutely, resolutely and resolutely.
At this time, Wang Yi had already turned around, facing away from Devin Booker and the basketball that was moving away from him.
He raised his right hand high, stretched out three fingers, and pressed down neatly.
Made a three-point shot gesture.
Devin Booker did not look back at the basket, but kept staring at Wang Yi.
When he saw Wang Yi making this gesture, he was extremely shocked.
Is he that confident?
Because Wang Yi did not make this gesture just when the basketball was about to enter the basket.
In fact, when many people throw a basketball, they will have a premonition of whether the ball will go in or not when the basketball is about to enter the basket, so it is not difficult to do this action when the basketball is about to enter the basket.
The hard part is to do this right after the ball leaves your hand.
This can only show that this guy's self-confidence is through the roof.
At this time.
Lights on!
Whistle!
Game time is up!
But now that the cloud-piercing arrow has been shot, it has no intention of stopping.
There is no turning back arrow when the bow is drawn.
Behind Devin Booker.
The cloud-piercing arrow instantly penetrates the target!
The friction between the basketball and the Nets produced a sound that sounded like heavenly music to Kings fans, but sounded like judgment from hell to Devin Booker.
Swish——
Time has frozen at this moment;
The picture seems to be frozen at this moment.
The entire Golden No. 1 center seemed to pause for a second or two.
The next moment.
"Wow——"
It looks like Mount Fuji suddenly erupting.
Huge cheers overflowed from the Golden No. 1 Center, merged with the cheers of the 30,000 spectators outside the stadium, and quickly spread through the entire commercial district outside the Golden No. 1 Center.
Huge cheers erupted within several kilometers around the Golden No. 1 Center.
Far across the ocean, in the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, the barrage has long been submerged by "666".
Wang Meng and Huang Jianxiang not only smashed the table, but also beat their hands to pieces.
Wang Meng's excitement was palpable: "Awesome! 66666!! What did I say, Wang Yi will definitely kill, what now! Kill! Countdown to kill! Countdown to three-point kill! Countdown to logo three-point kill!
!”
This time Huang Jianxiang was afraid of being robbed of his lines, so he could only praise him.
He took on the momentum of commentating on a football match, slapped the table and shouted: "Kill! Kick! Kick!!!"
The third final kill has already been shouted out.
And the words that followed were all shouted with the same momentum as the soldiers attacking the city and killing the enemy.
"Wang Yi has made a contribution, Wang Yi has made a contribution! Wang Yi did not give Phoenix any chance. The great shooting guard of China, he inherited the glorious tradition of China! Jordan, Kobe, and James were possessed by their souls at this moment. Wang Yi
Yi is a person, he represents China’s long historical tradition. At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone————”
The last sentence sounded broken again.
After shouting, Huang Jianxiang let out a long breath.
I'm not just a compliment.
This time, Wang Meng can only be reduced to a flatterer.
"The sky is so blue!"
"It's so explosive!"
In the golden center No. 1, the score was fixed at 125 to 124.
Wang Yi counts down the seconds to kill!
Devin Booker looked at Wang Yi’s back.
At this moment, Wang Yi is like a big mountain.
It seems that there is a mountain that he can never climb again in this life.
Old gunman Paul looked at Wang Yi's back.
The envy, jealousy, loneliness, disappointment, and sadness in his eyes are all mixed together.
This year's hopes have been shattered again.
Year after year, hope comes and returns disappointed.
When will this end?
Now there is a scary guy like Wang Yi coming out of the alliance.
Chapter completed!