Mitchell dribbled the ball through the frontcourt and saw that Wang Yi had already returned to the three-point line.

He couldn't initiate a fast break.

He tried to challenge Wang Yi, but when he thought of this guy's terrifying lateral speed, he gave up.

If you can't score and get an offensive foul instead, the gain will outweigh the loss.

It would be better to wait for Gobert to come back and continue playing pick-and-rolls with a higher success rate.

So after all the Jazz players returned, he planned to play a pick-and-roll with Gobert.

But when the Lakers are playing hard, basically whenever Mitchell picks and rolls, two people are desperately chasing Mitchell.

It is very difficult for him to even pass the ball.

He tried twice in a row, and on the third time, he finally found the opportunity.

After the pick-and-roll, under the double-team of two people, the ball was passed through the gap and passed towards Gobert.

Gobert was feeling angry at this time.

Seeing this ball coming towards the fortress, he immediately became energetic.

As long as he gets the ball, he will dunk into an unguarded empty basket.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out like a ghost and struck the ball.

This hand has neither white skin nor black skin.

But he is unique in the league, with yellow skin!

Bang!

A soft sound.

Although this hand did not catch the ball, it changed the trajectory of the ball.

The basketball bounced on Gobert's wrist and flew out of the baseline.

The audience at the scene immediately screamed in shock.

"oh no——"

The Jazz made a mistake!

The Jazz made a mistake at the most critical moment.

This was completely unacceptable to the 20,000 fans present.

"SB referee!"

"Damn it, Gobert, are you sleepwalking?"

"This damn Oriental, he is simply a devil!"

scolding the referee;

scolding team members;

Scold your opponent!

And it's merciless.

That's the thing about Salt Lake City fans.

There are still 18 seconds left on the clock.

The score was tied at 121.

The Lakers head coach used up the last timeout.

The first is to lay out offensive tactics.

The second is to give Wang Yi some relief.

At this time, Wang Yi collapsed on the bench after coming off the field.

His face was frighteningly pale.

Big beads of sweat rolled down my face and body.

He lowered his head, and every time he took a breath, he seemed to be using up his last bit of strength.

A bead of sweat swayed on the tip of his nose.

Reflecting the lights in the arena.

Snap!

It fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

His hair was already soaked, but it stood straight up.

Like the spikes on a hedgehog.

James and Vogel pressed on his shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right.

"King, how is it?"

James' voice was a little deep.

This kind of competition even moved him.

Wang Yi seemed to be out of breath.

After half a minute, he replied: "No... no problem..."

Vogel sighed softly.

Said: "King, the last attack will be..."

"Give me the ball!"

Wang Yi, who was already exhausted, suddenly turned his head and looked at the coach when he heard the coach's words.

At this point in the game, he was already on top.

The last time he said this, it was in a consultative tone.

But this time, there was a sense of determination in his tone.

Obviously, he is not Kobe.

His qualifications and status in the team are far from enough to say this.

Obviously, the coach is more rational at this time.

He can grasp the pulse of the game better and look at the game more rationally than Wang Yi who is competing at the top.

However, Wang Yi, who is fighting hard, can no longer care about this.

He has scored four goals in a row.

This last goal is crucial.

No matter what, he must score!

So give me the damn ball!

James next to him looked at Wang Yi who was almost exhausted from exhaustion, but in his mind was the shadow of the man he once was.

That man has an almost paranoid desire for victory.

At the last moment, he would say, "Give me the damn ball."

Regardless of whether the final result is victory or defeat.

He will end the game himself!

This is the Mamba Mentality.

James played more rationally at the last minute and was closer to victory.

But that man fought with more passion and heroism at the last moment.

And now, this Chinese man's body is full of that man's shadow.

James was momentarily distracted.

After a moment, he turned to the coach and nodded slightly.

Head coach Vogel is an open coach.

And at this time, Wang Yi scored four times in a row, and the offensive efficiency was as described in a Chinese online novel - terrifying.

Perhaps giving the ball to Wang Yi is the best choice.

At the same time, the Jazz head coach also made arrangements for the players:

"If No. 1 gets the ball, you have to make a double-team first and let him pass the ball. But you can never really double-team him."

At this time, if there is a double team, Wang Yi will pass the ball out.

Other Jazz players will face a three-on-four situation.
To be continued...