Chapter 412: Miracles
At 116-115, the Pistons had a chance to defend a 76ers' offense, and then press the time to play the last offense in search of a stunner opportunity.
But from the second half of the fourth quarter, the Chinese kid, who was gradually going crazy, refused to give the Pistons such a chance.
"Beep--", "Bang! ”
Fast-break dunk, Prince fouled, two plus one.
"Huh"
Standing on the free throw line, Chen Mu hit a free throw, and after hitting the free throw, he also waved his arm fiercely, accompanied by the sound of the Pistons shouting a timeout, greeted the stunned eyes of the fans, and walked to the bench with his head held high.
Chinese boy, completely crazy.
"119 to 115, there are only 25 seconds left in the game!"
Kenny Smith doesn't care, in terms of the job of commentator, Smith, who is a shooter, is more calm, more disciplined, and less likely to show his own tendencies in the game.
At the same time, his good partner Barkley is a master who does not care about other people's opinions at all, and can say whatever he wants. Such a pair of combinations is the most classic combination mode on the commentary stage.
Well...... It is also one of the most classic combination modes in the cross talk industry......
And now, at the Auburn Hills Palace Stadium, at the home of the Detroit Pistons, in the midst of the wild boos of the fans who lasted almost the entire game, the thick-eyed Smith also "defected".
"Philadelphia 76ers, on the verge of making history!!"
Smith is naturally not accurate enough, the game is not over yet, although the 4-point gap is indeed difficult to chase, but the game time is still enough. If the Pistons can take advantage of their offensive opportunities, whether it's shooting a three-pointer or grabbing a quick two-point and then fouling, they still have hope of turning the game around.
It's just that people all over the world who are watching this game know the momentum of the game. It has been completely taken away by the Philadelphia 76ers.
"Good shot! Strike! Played beautifully!! ”
Back on the bench, Cheeks smiled, and at this point, whether or not there was a so-called miracle in the final moments of this game, whether the Pistons could turn the game around.
Cheeks knows that this game, as one of the most classic games he has ever coached in Philadelphia, has given him no regrets.
"Whew...... Call...... Call...... Whew......"
Chen Mu couldn't stop panting, playing more than 40 minutes in a game, as a big forward who had to fight hand-to-hand with players like Rashid and Mark Hill under the basket. To say that Chen Mu is not tired is absolutely false.
However, at this time, Chen Mu has gone through nearly three years of NBA trials, sweating in the equipment room with Iguodala countless times, and challenging the limits in the virtual training camp again and again. Those struggles on the practice field, those sweat and blood, and those pride in gritting his teeth and insisting on "one more group of exercises" have made Chen Mu have physical strength above the level.
Young, talented. Technology will change over time.
But hard work is the foundation of everything, and there is no hard work. Nothing can be done.
Chen Mu, who has worked hard for so long, just wants to surpass his limits.
On the other side of the bench, Rasheed Wallace came on midway through the fourth quarter. In fact, it didn't contribute much. But the fight with the Energizer kid Chen Mu under the basket, especially the rebounds taken by Chen Mu on the top of his head again and again, made Rashid physically and mentally exhausted.
This exhaustion. It's not just a physical exertion, it's a psychological exertion.
Perhaps, it's time to go the other way......
Rashid Wallace, the former gifted Roaring Celestial Venerable who didn't care about other people's opinions, seemed to have finally felt the pain of the sharp blade called Time slashing at his flesh and skin.
The Eastern dynasty, which belonged to the Detroit Pistons, was coming to an end.
During the timeout, Sanders racked his brains about how many tactics to lay out and how the game continued after the timeout. How Billups gritted his teeth and got a foul under the basket and hit both free throws. How the 76ers cleverly handed the ball to Korver, sending the sharpshooter to the free throw line and then making a free throw without missing a shot.
Including the moment when the final whistle sounded at the end of the game, the score was fixed at 121-117, and the Philadelphia 76ers advanced away from home.
Rashid doesn't remember at all.
There was only one thing he could feel, and that was exhaustion.
“…… It's over! It's over! It's over! The coffin was decided, the king was defeated, and the game was finally over!! ”
On the commentary stage, Rashid's two seniors shouted incredulously, without any neutrality as a commentator.
In the stands, the fans booed the whole game, but they died down at the last moment. Until the end of the game, the 76ers bench players rushed into the court and hugged the main players to celebrate. These details are in the eyes of the fans of the Motor City.
But they can't afford to boo their opponents anymore.
The game is over, boo, what can change?
What should be done, the Pistons players have already done it, and if they can, they have done their best.
Fight to the last moment with such an opponent, such an opponent who is in a desperate situation in a life-and-death battle and can still be reversed strongly after being 22 points behind.
Our players, they deserve our applause.
"Smack"
"Bang Bang"
"Papa......!"
Vaguely, Rashid, who was so tired that he could barely open his eyes, seemed to hear bursts of applause, and seemed to see that the fans in the stands were rising. Except for a few Tie Zhong who were still surprised why they lost, the rest of the fans dedicated their applause to the Detroit Pistons.
Enough is enough, really enough.
Many fans even shed tears, and female fans secretly wiped their tears, while not forgetting to applaud. Tears have been pouring out of the eyes of the male fans, but the dignity and domineering of the fans of the Motor City still made them not reach out to wipe them, but just kept waving their arms, raising their fists high, and shouting for their heroes with red muscles on their faces.
"Well done!"
I don't know who shouted such a voice, but this shout was instantly answered, and many fans began to wave their arms and shout to cheer for the Pistons players.
"Well done!"
"Well done!"
"Detroit Pistons, well done!"
“PROUD-OF-YOU!!!”
Proud.
The fans of the Motor City have enjoyed the heroism and pride of the Eastern District overlord for so many years, and now, the hero is old. The challenger finally got the win.
Fans, still proud of the Pistons.
“HEY,RASHEED。”
Rashid's eyes were in a fog, here, once considered his new home, after being traded, he once disdained the team's gangs of seemingly gangsters, but after contact, working together, and cooperating, Rashid found that the Motor City. It's your own home.
The shout rang out, and Rashid held back the sourness in his nose and looked back to his side.
Not far away, the Chinese kid, is standing there.
“GOODGAME。”
Chen Mu smiled and gave Rashid a thumbs up, the expression on his face couldn't say how excited he was, nor did he have many surprises, let alone the kind of hard work that he had worked on for many years. Finally defeated the carnival of the Great Demon King.
Yes, just calm.
I've tried, I've failed, I've succeeded.
Chen Mu has gone through all this. Together with his teammates, he created a Black Seven Miracle that is rare in history.
Now, it's time to look for a new challenge.
That's what life is. Cycle.
“…… GOODGAME。 ”
Rashid was moved by this simple sentence, and suddenly held back tears, and just wanted to bow his head to avoid the camera and the eyes of his opponent. found that Chen Mu turned around in understanding and did not come to see him again.
Old......!
Rashid was even more moved in his heart, knowing that this simple turn was the greatest respect that Chen Mu left to him.
This is the greatest respect for a strong enough opponent.
Thank you, Chen ......
Rashid's tears could no longer be suppressed, the edifice was about to collapse, everything was turned to ashes, and under the flying masonry, the glory of the Detroit Pistons finally came to an end.
At this moment, the end is complete.
With Billups leaving next year, a Western Conference team is said to have thrown an olive branch to him, and a big deal may be coming soon.
The team has seen that with the current lineup, it is impossible to continue to maintain the competitiveness of the championship level, and the Detroit Pistons have come to rebuild.
The helmsman is gone, here, what is there to be nostalgic for?
Rashid leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to hide his tears, looking up at the roof above him that he had fought for years, letting the tears flow down his face.
The nearby camera lenses were also deliberately diverted, giving more footage to the victors 76ers.
Thank you, you guys......
Rashid knew that this was the respect given to him by the group of videographers who had worked with him for many years in the Palace of Auburn Hills.
But I want to cry......
In the fog of tears, Rashid seemed to have that night in front of his eyes again, that summer, the former Pistons Five Tigers competed in the finals together, facing the F4 Lakers with OK plus Payton and Malone, blow after blow, shattering the Lakers' championship dream.
At that moment, when the gold cup was raised, there were Chaunse, RIP, Tyshawn, and Big Ben by his side.
You're a knight, right? Is Cleveland fun? Have fun playing there? Is it fun to play next to LeBron?
Where am I going?
Rashid Wallace, the tall warrior's body, sat there quietly, crying.
Behind the miracle, how many people's laughter is hidden, and how many tears are hidden?
Chen Mu and his teammates were not too excited, and expressed their joy in moderation.
The Palace of Auburn Hills, as always, kept its promise.
"Come back next year! You Chinese kid from Philadelphia! ”
"Come back next year!"
"Come back next year!!
……
In the shouts of the fans, Chen Mu laughed, looked at the cute guys who were furious in the audience, slowly put his right index finger and middle finger on his forehead, and waved it out in a chic manner.
“SO-LONG! DETRIOT! ”
4-3, the seventh super reversal.
Philadelphia 76ers, qualified. (To be continued.) )
PS:SO-LONG! DETROIT!!!