Chapter 834

Name:Bishop of the Devil Author:Fargod
It's likely that by then, libit and Lijin will have broken the record of the youngest player in the NBA that Shaquille O'Neal kept.

Shaquille O'Neill was born in October 1978 and took part in the draft in June 1996 when he was over 17 and a half years old

The two kids of Richard's family advanced the record by a full year and a half. It's impossible for anyone to break the record in the future.

Unless someone is insane enough to let their children jump to the next level in order to break the record and make sure they can be selected at the draft convention, this is no doubt less likely than winning the lottery.

There is no doubt that these two boys are the exception of the exception. No one has been selected in the draft convention at a younger age than them before, and there will certainly be no future.

A lot of Los Angeles media are making a lot of fuss about the two boys, which leads to almost no one in the United States does not know Richard's two sons.

"Clay, come on!"

"Rudy, come on!"

The two boys shouted to cheer for the Clippers on the field.

With the last minute of the game left, the two points the Clippers are leading are nothing at all, because the Spurs' offensive leg is coming next.

Richard stood on the sidelines and watched the game quietly.

Spurs attack round, they play not anxious not slow, quite calm, there is no because the game is about to end and fidgety up.

Even the young players on the field are very stable.

Richard looked at Popovich on the other side, admiring himself in his heart. He really admired his ability to adjust.

Parker finally passed to Jimmy Butler, only five seconds before the end of their offensive round.

Jimmy Butler's three-point shooting from the outside, a "Shua" sound, three-point racing, the score directly against the super.

The Spurs fans at the scene were full of excitement. There are still 30 seconds to the end of the game, that is, two offensive rounds. At present, the Spurs are one point ahead and win more.

"Doodle doodle!" Richard called for a pause and replaced Gerbert, who was not a good free throw.

Popovich, however, seems to have a sharp heart, and he will now play No. 4 position in the field, replacing Capella, Duncan's coolie blue collar power forward, with a rather bad free throw.

Both managers are good at using free throws. They don't want to fall in the penalty at the last minute.

Richard replaced Gerbert with McCollam, while Popovich replaced Capella with Middleton.

The clipper's offensive turn.

Clay Thompson catches the ball on the outside line and directly shoots three points, which is Richard's fast attack tactics.

With 35 seconds left before the end of the game, Richard asked that the next attack round be shortened to within 7 seconds. In this case, even if the shot is not hit, the Spurs will drag time, and the Clippers will have an attack round of at least four seconds.

Unfortunately, it seems that God is also against the clipper. Thompson shot this time, and the basketball bounced around the edge of the basket. As a result, he couldn't arch into the basket. The backboard was collected by the old Duncan under the basket.

Richard smiled bitterly. It's hard to compete

If Thompson had just made a hit, the Clippers would have won more than the Spurs, though they could not have won the game.

After all, the Spurs are on the offensive round. Unless they make three-point shots and still have to hit, they will at most pull the Clippers into overtime.

But now that Thompson doesn't make it three points, it's going to be tough.

If the Spurs can score in this offensive round, they will basically be sentenced to death for clippers.

……

In the Spurs' offensive round, Richard took a deep look at Leonard.

It's self-evident. It's up to you next.

Leonard also saw Richard's eyes and nodded his head.

Parker is still in front of the court to control the ball, now the Spurs have such a big advantage, naturally not anxious to attack.

And looking at the Spurs, it's impossible to score three points

Even Richard is a little nervous as time goes by. This kind of anxious competition is not common in his coaching career.

……

Finally, Parker passed the ball to Jimmy Butler, who tried to make a mid-range shot. When Leonard flew up to the cover, he passed the ball to Duncan.

Duncan's current match is to chase green. After Gerbert leaves, green is directly placed in position five.

After Duncan took the ball, it seemed that the whole man was ten years younger and shot directly in the basket.

If there is no accident, it will be a goal in the middle of the board. Duncan has a high hit rate in this position.

But this was the moment when the clipper was almost dead, and a shadow came out not far away from Duncan.It's the alphabet

The letter elder brother with long height and arms seems to have used his milk strength, and the whole person's face is full of red. He stretches out his long arm to identify the picture and cover the ball.

It's not clear that there is no slow motion playback until now, but Duncan's hit is a failure.

The rebounds were grabbed by green.

There's a chance. The clippers have a chance to win.

Richard immediately called another short pause, which was the last one on his hand.

The Spurs are one point ahead of the clippers, but the Clippers hold the last attack round. It's really hard to say who wins or who loses at the last moment. Both sides have a chance.

Richard laid out the tactics for the players on the field.

In fact, it's hard to say whether the tactics at the last moment can be carried out smoothly after being arranged by the head coach. After all, the opponent is not a stake, which will inevitably hinder the implementation of the tactics.

The opponent is Popovich's old and spicy coach, so Richard just arranged a little.

That is to play two points. No matter who gets the ball on the field, he will play two points with the most confident means.

Because the basket is not particularly accurate, brother alphabet is in charge of sending the ball out of bounds. Just now, through slow camera playback, brother alphabet's finger really touched Duncan's basketball.

It can be said that just now Brother alphabet really saved the boat.

Alphabet brother passed the ball to green, who has the best passing ability on the field, and then green will divide the ball.

Obviously Popovich also expected this, green just received the ball, immediately Middleton and Butler two men came to the bag.

Once it's wrapped, it's not so easy for green to pass the ball smoothly. At present, time is life. Green doesn't dare to delay. He doesn't wait for the opponent to wrap the ball in place, and immediately points the ball.

……

The ball was put into Thompson's hands, who took off directly and shot in the middle.

"Duang!"

hit the iron directly. Richard sighed to himself. Did he just make a mistake? He should exclude Thompson from his two-point tactics. After all, sometimes Thompson's three points are more reliable than two points.

Now it's too late to think about anything. The game is coming to an end

At this point, the Spurs fans are ready to cheer, but Leonard kills and directly takes the rebound off Duncan's head.

In the moment of landing, when the body is out of balance, the basket is shot in close range.

……

"Doodle doodle!" The referee whistled the end of the game.

At that moment, the clear sound of basketball entering the net also sounded.

Leonard killed the Spurs in the last 0.6 seconds. He killed the Spurs in the western competition. This is absolutely a super kill that can be recorded in history.

Popovich's brow was wrinkled. He thought he would lose to the clippers, but he didn't expect to lose so much.

At present, this kid named Leonard let Popovich sigh to himself. If this kid had been chosen by himself, I'm afraid that their Spurs would be the one with a smile on his face now.

It's a pity to lose.

Popovich is confident that if they win the Clippers to reach the finals, their Spurs will definitely win the championship.

But unfortunately, the Spurs were killed and missed a great chance to win.