Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 300 You bunch of tacticians, you're so dirty!

Chapter 300 You bunch of tacticians, you're so dirty!

Regardless of how stubborn Brown is, or how much he insists on arguing with others, or perhaps he wasn't actually arguing with anyone at all, and his original game plan was to make substitutions every 8 minutes, he just didn't want to change his game plan.

Even if the price is being outscored by more than 20 points in three consecutive games.

But none of that matters anymore.

The current situation is that the 76ers are only one game away from being swept out of the playoffs by the Pacers for the second consecutive year!

The score is now 3-0!

The Pacers have a match point and could advance to the Eastern Conference Finals at any time!

This series is essentially over; there's no suspense left.

After all, no team in NBA history has ever come back from a 0-3 deficit to win!

The only suspense is whether the 76ers can regain their form at home, win even one game, regain some dignity, and not lose so badly or so shamefully!

Moreover, losing away is one thing, but this time it's at home! If we get blown out by 20 points twice in a row at home, the fans will be angry, and it could potentially affect the team's ticket sales next season!

Many people are unwilling to watch their favorite team get utterly humiliated in the playoffs!

Philadelphia fans' wish right now is actually quite simple: to win a game!

One game is enough!

Then the game in Philadelphia ended, and we went back to Indiana. Do whatever you want!

Just don't let them get swept away in front of us.

In the 76ers' locker room, Brown still had that deadpan expression, methodically arranging tonight's lineup.

"The starting lineup tonight is the same as the previous few games, no changes. Allen, you too, focus on off-ball movement and create space for your teammates. Troy, set more screens for Allen. And George, if you have the opportunity, be more decisive with your three-pointers!"

"As for Eric, you need to find a way to get out of Christie's tight marking. You need to prove you're not afraid of him, that you can take him down! You have to take down Christie, understand? Only if you can take down Christie can Allen receive your passes, and only then can we..."

"Eric can't do it, Coach." Brown was halfway through his sentence when Iverson suddenly interrupted, "Coach, if Eric could do it, he would have done it in the first three games. If he can't, he can't do it today either! Eric is my good buddy, he's given me countless great passes, I love Eric like my family!"

"But if you can't do it, you just can't do it!"

"Allen, what are you going to say?" Brown, who never liked being questioned and would never accept being questioned, looked even uglier than before. He looked at Iverson, wanting to see what crazy thing his beloved student was going to do.

"Eric alone isn't enough. We need more ball-handlers, we need more people to share the offensive burden with Eric. We need more people who can pass, drive, and score for our offense to work! Only then can we have a chance to win!" Iverson stood up, spread his hands, and shared his thoughts.

"I don't want to lose! I especially don't want to lose so humiliatingly!"

"You think it's my fault, just like those idiots outside? You think it's because I can't arrange the lineup that the team lost?" Brown snorted, his eyes narrowing even more, almost leaving only slits. He stared intently at Iverson, waiting for Iverson's answer.

"I don't know if your lineup is flawed, but I know we need to make changes. If we don't, we'll lose by another 20 or even 30 points tonight! Like I said, I don't want to lose so badly! Maybe we should try a different starting lineup; perhaps it will work wonders?"

"I won't change my starting lineup!" Brown said without hesitation, rejecting Iverson's suggestion: "My rules are the rules! My team doesn't need a second voice, and it doesn't need any questioning! You're all the same! I don't care if you're All-Star starters or scoring champions."

"If you're in my team, then you're bound to obey! Obey me properly!"

"If you're unwilling to change the starting lineup, then I'll have to change my playing style! I won't run around aimlessly like a headless fly anymore, and I won't foolishly run around trying to get a pass that's unlikely to reach me in time!"

"I'll start my game from the top of the key, I'll go back to my playing style from last season, and then, with my brothers, we'll win the game, we'll take down the Pacers, and I'll protect Philadelphia!"

"Are you crazy?" Brown seemed to be at his wit's end, looking at Iverson and saying, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know! I'm trying to win, not stupidly repeat the losses of the first three games! I've listened to you all season. I've been training like crazy since the offseason. I haven't relaxed or slacked off for a single moment. You said I'm more efficient off the ball, no problem! You said I should lead by example and not play those hero plays, no problem!"

"Even when you attacked me repeatedly and hurled all sorts of insults at me, I chose to endure it because I felt it would bring us victory! But now the situation is different. We're down 0-3, we're being beaten like idiots! We're being pinned to the ground and getting thoroughly thrashed!"

"At this point, I feel we should make a change!"

"You think we should change our starting lineup and our game strategy, just like those ignorant reporters and fans? Are you just being swayed by those ignorant jerks and saying things like that to me?" Brown was furious with Iverson. In his coaching career, no one had ever dared to talk back to him like this.

"I hate training, I hate training during the off-season, I hate running around in games without the ball, but I can do that to win. But what about you, coach? You hate change, you hate altering game plans for trivial things, but have you ever made any changes to win? Do you think you deserve my respect?"

"Allen, what do you mean, you bastard?" Brown stared intently at Iverson, looking like he wanted to devour him whole. "Are you trying to rebel?"

"I've said it before, all I want to do is win! I want to keep winning! And if our current approach isn't getting us to win, then I won't play like this anymore. I'll use the methods I believe will lead to victory to help the team!"

Beneath Iverson's diminutive stature, there has always been a tremendous amount of energy hidden!

For example, right now, when everyone else is afraid to speak up, he has chosen to stand up and confront Brown.

"And what about our defense? I can do what those basketball-illiterate idiots say, take George and Hill out, and then what? Huh? And then what? We'll abandon our defense? We'll get ripped apart by the Pacers! We'll be utterly crushed!"

"Have we stopped the Pacers yet? Is our defense great? We're allowing 120 points per game, and we're losing by at least 20 points per game! Is the problem defense? Our problem is: we can't stop them, and we can't score! Our so-called defensive lineup is being blown up by the Pacers, and we don't have any way to recover on offense!"

"We've been completely outmatched on both ends of the court! What we need to do now is change! Abandon defense and go all out on offense! This might cost us 40 points, but it could also bring us a victory! Rather than letting our method lead to another comfortable 20-point defeat, I'd rather take a chance!"

After Iverson finished speaking, he just looked at Brown, waiting for his response.

"You can play your way! But..." Brown's gaze swept over all the 76ers players in the arena: "If you don't listen to me, I have no reason to stay here! I'll resign! I'll resign after this game!"

"Coach, I'm not trying to fire you!" Iverson looked at Brown, wanting to explain.

"You just want to get rid of me! This is my style. My team doesn't tolerate any extraneous noise. My team just needs to be obedient like machines, nothing else matters! Now that you've chosen not to obey, I'm leaving! It's that simple!"

"So, now it's your last chance, Allen. You choose: do you continue to listen to me and train hard this summer until you beat the Pacers next year, or do you rebel and spend the summer looking for a new head coach?"

"I didn't rebel!" Iverson's temper flared up at this point. He looked at Brown and said, "I still respect you. I even consider you my father. But if this is your attitude, if you only see us as tools and machines..."

"I'd rather spend the whole summer looking for a new coach!"

"Allen, what are you saying?" Snow knew that if he didn't step in, the team would fall apart, so he quickly stepped forward and said with a laugh, "We still need to have a proper discussion..."

"No need to discuss!" Iverson and Brown roared simultaneously, interrupting Snow. Then they looked at each other, both incredibly tough guys, who would never back down or admit defeat at this moment.

"Very well, I understand what you mean." Brown glanced at the locker room and nodded. "Today is my last game coaching you. Win or lose tonight, I will resign! Also, tonight's starting lineup: Eric, Allen, Aaron, Tony, and Troy!"

"This is the starting lineup you wanted, right? Let's play like this and see who the real idiot is!"

After speaking, Brown ignored the others in the locker room and walked straight out of the locker room, heading towards the court alone through the player tunnel.

Iverson stood in the middle of the locker room, staring blankly at Brown's departing figure for a full minute before finally regaining his composure. He took a long, deep breath, clapped his hands, and said to his teammates, "Now! We really have no way out! We have no choice!"

"Win tonight's game and prove to everyone that we were right! Tell everyone we did nothing wrong! But if we lose tonight, and lose badly, then we'll become a laughingstock!"

"We'll become a bunch of trash and useless people who don't know their place, lack respect, rebel before the game, and have no team spirit!"

At this point, Iverson suddenly extended his hand and said, "So, now, do you choose to fight alongside me, or do you choose to just give up?"

"I like guys like you." To everyone's surprise, the first to speak up after Iverson was Kukoc, who had only joined the team in January and was usually quite quiet. He placed his hand on the back of Iverson's hand and said, "I see Michael in you! I believe in you!"

After Kukoc, there were McKee, Snow, Lynch, Ratliff...

More than a dozen 76ers players put their hands together, shouted their slogan, and then turned and walked toward the court.

They're going to make one last push this season!

"Something's not right." Lin Tian, ​​who was warming up, watched Brown walk out of the arena alone, and then saw the 76ers players come out a few minutes later. Then he noticed that Brown and the 76ers players didn't communicate at all and didn't say a word to each other.

He felt that something was definitely wrong with the 76ers!

"Something's not right," Webber leaned closer, asking curiously. "Did Iverson and Brown, those two hot-tempered guys, finally start fighting?"

"Then Allen will probably beat Brown to death," Lin Tian shrugged. "I think they're fighting amongst themselves; they're not even talking to each other."

"Impossible! I remember Iverson treating Brown like his own father, didn't he?" Webber said incredulously, "If those two are on the same team, what problems could the 76ers possibly have!"

"In principle, that's true," Lin Tian said. "But Chris, haven't you ever argued with your own dad?"

"We even got into a fight! Once I called him an old geezer, and he chased me for three blocks with a kitchen knife!" Weber shuddered as he said this, clearly recalling some unpleasant past. Then he shook his head and said, "No way, that has nothing to do with me!"

"What I'm trying to say is, even if Allen treats Brown like his own father, or even like his own grandfather, it's perfectly normal for them to have a fight!" Lin Tian said. "I just don't know what the situation is between these two right now."

After all, in Lin Tian's memory, Iverson and Brown's relationship was in its honeymoon phase. They recognized and respected each other, and both felt that the other was the best match for them in their lives!

This is no time for arguments and disagreements.

It will take another two years!

"What should we do then? I'm really curious whether they actually had a fight or not." Webber stroked his chin, looking like he was enjoying the drama.

"Who's arguing? Did Chris's wife find out he has two illegitimate children?" Miller and Carter chimed in, their faces full of gossip.

"Go to hell, Reggie! You think I'll never pass you the ball again? It's Allen, he and that old jerk Brown had a fight, the team's infighting." Webber gestured angrily towards the 76ers' half of the court, where the atmosphere was clearly tense.

"How can we be sure?" Miller asked, looking at Lin Tian. Carter and Webber, who were next to him, were also looking at Lin Tian. Although they didn't say it, their meaning was obvious.

You're close to Iverson, why don't you go ask him?

Lin Tian gave him the middle finger in exasperation.

Then he stretched and swaggered over to Iverson, who was shooting a basket.

"What do you think Lin will ask?" Carter asked curiously.

"What else can they ask? They'll definitely ramble on about this and that, then find flaws and clues in various small questions, analyze and compare them, and finally arrive at his answer!" Miller said confidently. "This guy studied psychology, he's got a knack for it! This kind of thing is his forte!"

"I think Lin will pretend to chat with Iverson, using so-called friendship and care to dispel Iverson's suspicions, and finally use sincerity to trick Iverson into telling the truth!" Webber said confidently, "That guy studied psychology, he's got a knack for it! His specialty is manipulating other people's minds!"

"Shall we go listen?" Carter asked expectantly, listening to the two of them talk about it so vividly. "Let's go listen and see how Lin actually dealt with Iverson, and what the results are!"

"Walk!"

"Together!"

Miller and Webber hit it off immediately, and the three of them followed Lin Tian toward Iverson.

However, the three bastards stopped when they were some distance away from the two of them.

If you're eavesdropping, you have to look like you're eavesdropping!

"Allen, did you have a fight with that old-fashioned, stubborn, boring, and completely inflexible idiot?" Lin Tian put his arm around Iverson's shoulder, acting as if the two had a very good relationship, and got straight to the point.

"Is Lin crazy? Asking him so directly? Iverson would be a fool to tell him!" Miller was dumbfounded. Wasn't this guy a graduate of the best psychology department in the world? Shouldn't he be full of advanced psychological skills and theories? And what happened? This?

Do you think high-level psychology involves probing, playing games, seducing, setting traps, peeling back layers, and carefully analyzing before drawing conclusions?

Lin Tian: Real psychology is damn straightforward! It focuses on catching people off guard and launching surprise attacks.

"Larry is a good coach, you're not allowed to insult him!" Iverson impatiently shrugged his shoulders, trying to shake Lin Tian's arm off his shoulder, but to no avail. He shrugged his shoulders twice, but it had no effect whatsoever.

So Iverson gave up and resignedly looked at Lin Tian, ​​saying, "Okay, we had a fight. This might be his last game coaching us."

"It's gotten so tense!" Miller couldn't help himself, forgetting he was there to eavesdrop, and leaned close to the two of them, saying, "Did you two fight in the locker room? Or were you spitting on each other? Or did you sleep with his daughter? No, at this age, it should be his granddaughter?"

"Larry's granddaughter is only 13 years old!" Iverson looked at Miller with a look of disgust.

"You beast! I thought Karl was the only scumbag in the league who would lay a hand on young girls, but there's someone else like you hiding in the mud!" Webber looked at Iverson with the same disgust.

"Fuck you! Are you guys ever going to stop?" Iverson gave the two men the middle finger and said, "I'm going to beat you to a pulp tonight!"

After Iverson finished speaking, he immediately shook off Lin Tian's arm and walked towards his own half of the court, where he needed to continue warming up.

Tonight's match is no longer a life-or-death battle for him, but a battle to prove his dignity and personal reputation!

He has to play well!

"This guy might explode tonight." Lin Tian said suddenly, watching Iverson's retreating figure, "We've kept him underwater for three whole games! For three whole games, he hasn't been able to surface. I think tonight he'll desperately stick his head out for air! This will be his fiercest counterattack yet!"

"Then what should we do?" Miller asked curiously, "Fight him head-on? Let him unleash his firepower without any real effect?"

"Even if he goes on a rampage, he's no match for you, Lin," Carter said with a laugh. "Are you planning to go it alone against him and see who has the bigger firepower, to see who's the best in the league? Lin, I'm betting on you to win!"

"So Reggie and Vince, you two will never be head coach in your lives!" Lin Tian patted the two on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"A good head coach wouldn't treat an opponent who's going all out and making a final, desperate attempt like you do. Tonight, they're clearly playing with a do-or-die mentality. They'll unleash 150% of their fighting spirit, and they'll be playing their best and most brilliant game of the season! Going head-to-head with them? It's not that we can't win, but it's unnecessary and risky."

Webber scratched his head and tentatively asked, "Lin, you're not going to double-team this guy the whole game, never going one-on-one with him, using constant double-teams, relentless defense, and multiple help defense to stifle Iverson's firepower, then slow down the pace and grind down the half-court offense from the start, wearing down the 76ers' momentum until it completely dissipates, are you?"

"Look! Chris truly deserves to be called the most complete, talented, and captivating power forward in this league! He has a deep understanding of tactics and knows exactly how to play the game!" Lin Tianchong gave Webber a thumbs up and said, "I'm going to find Larry now and have a good talk with him about this."

Watching Lin Tian's departing figure, Miller and Carter subtly took two steps, increasing the distance between themselves and Webber.

"What are you two doing?" Weber glared at them, annoyed. "Do I smell bad or have a virus on me?"

"That's filthy!" Miller wiped his hands in disgust. "You tacticians are so dirty!"

"I won't associate with you!" Carter exclaimed with disdain. "If I get too close to you, I'll become unclean!"

"Bullshit!" Webber cursed. "It's Lin who wanted to fight like this, what does it have to do with me? I just know him better, but that doesn't mean I agree with him!"

Then Weber glanced at Bird and Lin Tian, ​​who were now standing with Bird, chatting and chuckling together, and couldn't help but shudder. He said, "Those two are the real bastards! I'm innocent, and I wouldn't do such a dirty thing, okay? My moral standards are damn high!"

Webber was very anxious to distance himself, saying that he was not the same kind of person as Lin Tian and Bird at all, and that he was just a basketball player, a pure basketball player. He disdained and would not do any dirty tactics, shameless tactics, or ugly playing styles!

But clearly, the effect wasn't great. Carter and Miller had already walked to the side with their arms around each other, whispering and muttering to each other with Christie, Ben Affleck, and Mullin.

No need to guess, he definitely didn't say anything good about himself!

Webber was furious! "I'm the most dashing and romantic power forward in the history of the league, and you guys are comparing me to dirty, vulgar, shameless bastards like Lin Tian and Bird who use any kind of tactics?"

That's completely fabricated!

This is absolutely the most shameless and vicious accusation Weber has ever experienced in his life!

It's still an accusation that's completely baseless and without any evidence!

Shameless! Utterly shameless!

"Chris, come here for a second!" Bird and Lin Tian were beaming, clearly having already settled something. Bird excitedly waved to Webber, signaling him to come over.

Then Weber, who had just been indignant as if he had been greatly insulted, immediately ran over to the two of them. And then?

The Pacers saw three guys with lewd smiles on their faces, nodding constantly, and reeking of dirty tactical stench standing there with their arms around each other, seemingly plotting something.

"So dirty! These three guys are so dirty! I told you they were birds of a feather, in cahoots!" Carter looked at the three men with disgust.

"I thought Nelson was dirty enough, but now it seems he might be the most upright and righteous guy I've ever met!" Mullin shook his head. His red nose had become increasingly severe in the past two years, and he was becoming more and more like an alcoholic than an athlete.

With five minutes left before the start of the game, Bird and Lin Tian seemed to have finally finished discussing their new tactics. Bird clapped his hands, signaling everyone to come forward, then cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I just learned that there seems to be internal strife within the 76ers team; their players and coaches are barely communicating anymore! So what I'm saying is, this is our best opportunity! We need to seize this opportunity and make good use of their discord!"

"First, we need to change our usual tactics!"

"Fight a positional war!"

"Ben, Chris, after you two grab the rebound, stop making those quick passes like before. Calm down! Make sure everything's okay before passing the ball out. We'll slowly push the ball up the court and wear them down!"

"The same goes for everyone else. Unless you have a 100% chance to get a layup, slow down the pace and play slowly. Forget about pull-up threes, forced drives, and fast breaks—nothing like that tonight, at least not in the first quarter!"

"Slow down the pace! Reduce the number of rounds! Turn this whole match into a meat grinder—it's ugly and boring!"

"Then, Doug, you and Lin will double-team Iverson! Lin will be the first line of defense, and you'll be the second. Whenever Iverson tries to drive, immediately block behind him and prevent him from getting into the paint. Make sure he's facing two defenders at any given moment!"

"Don't give him any space to handle the ball, force him to pass!"

"The same goes for everyone else. If Iverson wants to run a pick-and-roll, if he wants to do an off-ball screen, pass-and-cut, or any other play with another teammate, the person closest to him, double-team Iverson! Tonight, we can't let him get into any rhythm!"

"As for the rest of the 76ers, they think they can kill us? If they could, I'd eat this basketball right here and now! Come on, Rick, give each of them a Gatorade, have a good drink, and get ready for the game!"

While Bird was making arrangements, Miller and the others were looking at Webber with increasing disdain.

Chang Wei, you still say you don't know martial arts?

The coach used the exact same tactics you just described!

You still say you didn't teach it?

Even if you didn't teach him, you say the same things as him and think the same things as him. Do you think you're innocent?

What a load of rubbish!

Weber exclaimed: I'm innocent!

Regardless, Webber has now been grouped with Lin Tian and Bird by the Pacers players.

These three guys are all equally dirty!

My heart is dirty!

After Bird laid out his final tactics and warned his players to be wary of a possible early onslaught from the 76ers, the game was about to begin!

At least, the starting lineups for both sides have been announced!

The Pacers will not change their starting lineup, but the 76ers have changed two of their starting players.

Ratliff and George Lynch were dropped from the starting lineup and replaced by Kukoc and Aaron McGee!

"It's finally changed! The 76ers have finally changed their lineup! They've abandoned their previous balanced offensive and defensive roster and replaced it with their most offensively potent and explosive lineup ever!" Kenny exclaimed excitedly, "The 76ers are going all out tonight!"

"But it's really hard to say whether this is a proactive or reactive change!" Barkley immediately spotted the blind spot: "Kenny, I don't know if you've noticed, but Brown didn't get up to give the players any final instructions or a speech just now. He just sat there without moving."

"This isn't like Brown at all! Given his almost obsessive need for control, even with only one minute left in the game, he would still use those 55 seconds for final decisions! Brown's performance tonight was very off!"

"But the 76ers seem to be on fire!" Kenny mused. "Look at those guys walking onto the court, they're clearly very excited!"

"Maybe that's why Brown is sitting still and not paying any attention to the team?" Barkley squinted and grinned mischievously. "I suspect something big is going to happen with the 76ers after tonight!"

"Beep beep!"

At that moment, the referee blew his whistle and tossed the basketball high into the air. Hill and Ben Wallace were both just over 2 meters tall. Well, Hill was just over 2 meters tall, and Ben Wallace was known to be just over 2 meters tall.

In short, the two short inside players were evenly matched during the jump ball!

But Ben Wallace was stronger, and he passed the basketball to Lin Tian.

After receiving the ball, Lin Tian calmly performed a behind-the-back dribble, then stretched before raising a hand and shouting, "No rush, stay calm, take it one at a time!"

"Did Lin take the wrong medicine, or did I take the wrong medicine?" Barkley rubbed his eyes dramatically. "He didn't take advantage of the 76ers' unstable situation to drive to the basket, but instead played it safe? Anyone who didn't know better would think the 76ers had Mutombo in the paint! But can one Kukoc really make Lin play it safe?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Kenny said decisively. "Looks like this is the Pacers' new move! Let's see how they plan to play!"

Lin Tian calmly approached the frontcourt and discovered that it wasn't Iverson but Snow guarding him. He immediately lost interest in trash-talking and instead directed his teammates' movements. He then had Webber set a screen for him, and after one step past Snow, he drove into the paint. Just as Hill came up to help defend, he threw the ball into the air.

"boom!"

Carter had already accelerated his cut during Lin Tian's breakthrough, and then, taking advantage of his height, strength and jumping ability, he forced his way up, caught the basketball in mid-air, and slammed it into the basket!

Pacers, 2-0!

Although they said they wanted to play slowly and grind out the set, the Pacers' offensive talent was still overflowing.

This kind of smooth and beautiful teamwork is something they could do with their eyes closed!

Even when grinding out a set position, the Pacers can still play brilliantly and spectacularly!

After scoring, Lin Tian and Carter high-fived. Then Lin Tian and Christie stayed in the backfield to defend Iverson and Snow, delaying their advance, while the rest of the team quickly returned to the backfield and got into defensive mode!

Lin Tian blocked Iverson, Christie blocked Snow, and the four of them split into two groups and started fighting in the backcourt early on. However, Snow, who had the ball, was not the type to lose his temper easily. As soon as he saw the Pacers' defensive attitude, he immediately chose to pass the ball quickly to McGee, who came back to receive it.

McGee's type is actually somewhat similar to Snow's; both are tall guards with good ball-handling and passing abilities.

However, compared to Snow, McGee has a more comprehensive offensive ability, scoring from three-point range, mid-range, and in the paint, and with good efficiency.

But that's all he's good at. He doesn't have the ability to force a shot against the defense. His "good" is that he can make the shot within a reasonable range.

After McGee dribbled to the frontcourt, he didn't rush. He waited for Iverson to run over and set a screen for him at the high post, then smoothly handed the ball to Iverson with a handoff.

Iverson didn't stop after receiving the ball. He suddenly started from behind McGee, accelerated, and flashed past him, rushing towards the Pacers' interior!

Lin Tian reacted extremely quickly, keeping himself in front of Iverson and not losing his position. Then, just as Iverson was about to stop and use a change of rhythm to create some more offensive space for himself, his left side was also blocked!

Christie is here!

Two more top-tier defenders, of the All-Defensive Team caliber, began double-teaming Iverson.

This time, Iverson didn't force an attack, and since there was still plenty of time on the shot clock, he even had time to dribble back two steps to create space and then find Snow, who was left wide open.

Snow received the basketball beyond the three-point line, but showed no intention of shooting. He didn't even gesture towards the basket; instead, he simply lowered his head and rushed into the three-point line.

Snow was helpless; it wasn't that he didn't want to vote, he just genuinely didn't know how!

Although this guy has made more three-pointers this year than he has in the previous few years of his entire career, which can be considered a big breakout from beyond the arc, he has only made 11 three-pointers in total this year.

而在今年之前，他从95-96赛季进入联盟，一直到98-99赛季，4个赛季总共进了10个3分球，命中率也从没有超过25%！

With that kind of shooting percentage and number of makes, you expect him to start the game by immediately shooting a three-pointer from beyond the arc? He really wouldn't dare!

So, the open shot that Iverson had finally found for the team was wasted. Snow drove all the way to the three-second zone before being blocked by Webber. He didn't dare to shoot himself and passed the ball to Hill behind Webber with both hands.

Hill picked up the ball and was about to dunk with both hands, but Ben Wallace was already on his way from the other side!

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the basketball was blocked by Ben Wallace, while Webber quickly grabbed the ball and raised both elbows to prevent any 76ers player from taking advantage of the situation and stealing the ball from him.

After confirming that no one was around, Webber calmly passed the ball to Lin Tian.

After receiving the ball, Lin Tian remained calm, raising his hand again and saying, "No need to rush, let's take it one point at a time! Stabilize the situation and wear down those Philadelphia bastards completely!"

When the 76ers advanced, Lin Tian and Christie dared to press forward and defend the entire court, but when Lin Tian advanced, not a single 76ers player dared to come up and interfere.

Everyone knows Lin Tian's speed. They all know that if they press Lin Tian in the frontcourt, there will only be one result: Lin Tian will blow past them in one step, and their teammates will have to face the predicament of 4 against 5!

Therefore, the best way to deal with Lin Tian is to set up a defensive formation in your own half and wait for him to come over!

This time, the Pacers passed the ball to Webber in the low post. Webber backed down against Hill, observed for a moment, and then suddenly made a quick turn, cutting into the three-second zone from the baseline. Without waiting for Kukoc's help defense, he made a low-handed pass to Lin Tian, ​​who was following up in the middle.

After receiving the ball, Lin Tian suddenly sprang up and slammed the ball into the basket with both hands!

"boom!"

It has to be said that after the first two possessions, the 76ers' offensive capabilities haven't been fully demonstrated, but their defense is truly lacking!

"No need to rush! It's only 4-0!" Iverson clapped his hands loudly, encouraging his teammates, "Don't worry, we'll take it one step at a time! We'll catch up in two rounds!"

"Two rounds?" Lin Tian suddenly stood in front of Iverson, one hand on his waist, and said, "Who gave you that confidence, Allen? Was it Coach Brown, who was sitting on the sidelines pretending to be dead?"

"Don't insult Coach Larry!" Iverson cursed, then shoved Lin Tian aside with his shoulder, caught the baseline ball, and launched a charge towards the frontcourt without hesitation!

This time, Iverson went all out. Even Lin Tian could only follow him from the side. Although Christie was also looking around, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to double-team him!

Iverson charged across almost the entire court. Apart from stopping at the three-point line to make a fake start and change his rhythm, he didn't stop at all and went straight to the Pacers' basket!

Although Ben Wallace's help defense arrived quickly, Iverson, who was in a frenzy, ignored him and forced a layup despite his defense. The basketball grazed Ben Wallace's fingertips, bounced off the backboard, and fell into the basket!

"Two rounds! I told you, two rounds, Lin!" After scoring, Iverson, panting, looked at Lin Tian and said, "No matter what tactics you use, we're going to win tonight!"

"I hope your confidence can last the whole game." Lin Tian still smiled as he received the ball from the baseline. The 76ers let Iverson play like this, attacking the whole court with such recklessness. Lin Tian was really not afraid at all. At most 20 minutes, Iverson would be exhausted and do the splits!

So Lin Tian wasn't in a hurry at all. He slowly advanced the ball while shouting to his teammates, "Guys, Allen said he'd catch up in two rounds! Let's score another goal and see how he closes the gap!"

(End of this chapter)