Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and Sloan wished Gentry could call a pause.
There are six seconds left on the offensive clock.
Given Wei Guo's offensive efficiency, he could still score if he served from the baseline. If Gentry calls a timeout, Sloan can also set up some offensive tactics.
......
Wei Guo and Bo Xi whispered a few words to each other.
Posey walked to the baseline, ready to serve, and Sloan shouted, "Everyone, double-team Weiguo! Don't let Weiguo receive the ball!"
There are 6 seconds left on the attack.
Since the Rockets aren't calling a timeout, they'll definitely pass the ball to Wei Guo.
Malone, Harprin, Calbert, and Stockton surrounded Wei Guo, making it difficult for him to move. But he still raised his hand high, saying, "Throw the ball higher, I can catch it!"
Ostertag raised his hands to interfere with Posey's serve.
From Posey's anxious movements and flustered eyes, it was clear that he was trying his best to pass the ball to Wei Guo.
That's it...
Sloan calmed down and said, "If we don't call a timeout to set up tactics, Posey will only go looking for Wei Guo. Even if Wei Guo gets the ball now, it won't make a difference."
Wei Guo tried to move towards the baseline to receive the ball, and the circle of four players surrounding him moved with him.
"Whoosh~~~"
Posey suddenly threw the ball forward!
"Why?!"
This tactic...
Sloan was completely taken aback, but the basketball was already in Francis's hands. Francis received the ball and dribbled to the basket.
"Chase them! Chase them! Chase them!"
Sloan was shouting.
Malone and his teammates abandoned their defense on Wei Guo and frantically ran up the court, trying to stop Francis from scoring, but it was too late.
I saw...
Francis stood under the basket with one hand on his hip, watching Malone and his five teammates run towards him. At the same time, Francis kept an eye on the game time. With a fraction of a second left, Francis raised his hand and threw the basketball into the hoop.
"Beep!!!"
The match has ended.
124:58!!
The Rockets defeated the Jazz by 66 points on the road, setting a new record for the largest single-game point difference.
Why don't you go make movies?
Wei Guo put his arm around Bo Xilai's neck and said, "The way you acted and made that face when you served from the baseline is worth an Oscar."
Posey's flustered movements and anxious eyes made everyone think he just wanted to pass the ball to Wei Guo, and even Wei Guo was almost fooled by him.
Just now...
As Posey prepared to take the baseline ball, Wei Guo whispered in his ear that Wei Guo should draw the defense so that Posey could find a way to pass the ball to Francis.
Francis's pose with his hands on his hips at the end was so pretentious, it's a pity it wasn't a game-winner. If it had been, it would have been another iconic moment.
........
Match statistics:
Wei Guo: 45 points, 21 rebounds, 6 assists, 3 steals, and 7 blocks
Francis: 27 points, 5 rebounds, 7 assists, 1 steal, 2 blocks
Mobley: 29 points, 3 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, 1 block
Malone: 7 points, 5 rebounds, 1 assist, 0 steals, 0 blocks
Stockton: 23 points, 1 rebound, 5 assists, 1 steal, 0 blocks
Harpring: 11 points, 5 rebounds, 1 assist, 0 steals, 0 blocks
........
John Stockton, the Jazz's leading scorer, scored 13 consecutive points in the final moments, almost helping the Jazz keep the deficit within 65 points.
but...
Since Yao Ming was elbowed off the court, Malone has failed to score a single point under Wei Guo's defense, and he hasn't even managed to grab many rebounds.
Salt Lake City fans went wild, constantly cursing the Rockets and Wei Guo... The noise was so loud that Wei Guo and his teammates couldn't even hear each other clearly.
"These fans are crazy!"
Mobley panicked slightly and said, "Let's hurry up and leave."
"No rush..."
Wei Guo held Mobley down, then suddenly walked to the center of the court, faced the entire stadium, and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
"Fuck!!!"
"Get out of Salt Lake City!!!"
Facing the agitated fans, Wei Guo smiled calmly and suddenly roared, "This is just impotent rage!"
......
This time, Wei Guo completely offended the Jazz.
It also offended Salt Lake City fans...
As they walked toward the players' tunnel, extreme fans surrounded the tunnel, shouting and cursing at the Rockets players.
As Wei Guo said, this was all impotent rage, so Wei Guo ignored it and returned to the away locker room with his teammates.
The arrogance of a top star.
It's so disheartening; the feud between the Rockets and the Jazz, and between Wei Guo and Malone, has truly begun.
Francis and Mobley were still excitedly discussing the game when a commotion suddenly erupted outside the locker room, followed by the locker room door being kicked open forcefully.
"Where is Wei Guo?!"
Malone stood at the locker room door, shouting, "I'm going to kill him!"
"What are you trying to do?!"
Francis and Mobley immediately stood up and stood side by side in front of Malone.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Let's get going!"
"Do you want to be banned from the competition?!"
Behind Malone, Halprin and Stockton were pulling on him, trying to drag him away. Halprin kept apologizing to Gentry, "I'm sorry, Coach Gentry, we'll take Malone away right away."
"No rush..."
A calm voice came from behind Francis.
Wei Guo had just finished showering and was wearing only a pair of pants. He moved Francis and Mobley aside, his back bare, and stood in front of Malone.
It's too peaceful!
Malone's throat tightened, and he suddenly felt a pang of regret; he shouldn't have come.
But...
Wei Guo didn't give Ma Long any time to regret it. He suddenly stretched out an arm, grabbed Ma Long's neck, and pushed him against the wall.
A sudden burst of power!
Ma Long was lifted up by Wei Guo while pressed against the wall.
He grabbed Wei Guo's wrists with both hands, trying to move Wei Guo's hands away, but his feet were not on the ground, and Ma Long had difficulty exerting force, so he could not pull Wei Guo's arms away no matter what he did.
Slowly...
Ma Long's face was flushed red, and his eyes were almost popping out.
"Wei Guo, please let go!"
Stockton panicked, "Malone's about to be strangled to death."
"Was I wrong?!"
Wei Guo stared straight at Ma Long and asked softly.
Malone couldn't speak, only nodding with difficulty. Stockton immediately said, "He knows he was wrong, please let go..."
"Smack!"
Wei Guo threw Ma Long to the ground.
"Cough cough cough..."
Ma Long knelt on the ground, coughing incessantly, vomiting up stomach acid.
........
Wei Guo was not a time traveler, nor could he predict the future, and he was unaware that his actions had actually helped Ma Long.
After this incident, Ma Long became much more low-key in his conduct. Without Wei Guo's help, Ma Long might have ended up infamous for flirting with a teammate's wife at some point in the future.
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