1242: C1242 Last Thirty Seconds

C1242 Last Thirty Seconds

The old man took the scoreboard and quickly set the attack plan.

"Dad, isn't two points a bit too much?"

Aldridge took a towel and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked at Old Man Popovich with some hesitation.

"Who said we want two points?"

The old man smiled.

"Hm?!"

Aldridge was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this arrangement clearly to let him hold the ball and attack? Could it be that the old man wanted him to play two plus one?

But the people on the Rocket Team weren't fools. They definitely wouldn't easily break the rules at a time like this. Moreover, as the game went on, the referee's judgment was relatively more lenient, so they wouldn't easily break the rules.

"DeRozan, you will complete the final attack!"

Old Man Popovich turned his head and looked at DeRozan, who was beside him. He patted DeRozan on the shoulder.

"Alright."

DeRozan nodded.

"It doesn't matter whether we can throw or not. We have absolute control over the rebound board. Aldridge, Guy, no matter who gets the rebound, leave it to DeRozan immediately!"

The old man continued to make arrangements for his team members.

"Okay!"

Aldridge, Guy, and the others nodded in agreement.

After the pause, both teams returned to the field.

DeRozan, who was shouldering the heavy responsibility of attacking, took a deep breath. When he raised his head again, his eyes became firm.

According to the old man's arrangement, Aldridge and Guy began to work together and feint as soon as the match began.

The Rocket Team's defensive attention was attracted by Aldridge. They began to use double pincers in advance. They didn't let Aldridge easily enter the inner line, but they didn't do much during the process. After all, they were in the lead now. If they let the other side stop scoring, it was a very stupid thing.

Guy, who was carrying the ball, saw that the defense of the rocket had not been fully adjusted. He had an idea and sent it to Bryn Forbes, who was next to him.

After receiving the ball, Bryn Forbes was stunned for a moment. This was not one of the tactics his father had arranged in the end. However, he quickly reacted. He held the ball and charged into the inner line, further attracting the rocket's defense.

This time, when he saw Bryn Forbes charge into the basket, Tucker, who had been staring at DeRozan, finally moved.

Seeing the opportunity to pull the ball out, Bryn Forbes flicked his wrist and accurately sent the ball into DeRozan's hands.

DeRozan took a deep breath and resolutely jumped up. He aimed at the basket in front of him and shot.

Go! You must enter!!

DeRozan roared in his heart.

The basketball knocked on the back of the basket, then jumped up. It circled around the basket a few times, then paused for a moment, and finally fell into the net.

He made it!

DeRozan's face was filled with surprise as he waved his fist excitedly.

The members of the Spurs were all delighted, and their tensed nerves were mostly relieved.0

Old Man Popovich also couldn't help but cheer.

This wave of Spurs only took ten seconds. There were still thirty seconds left until the end of the match. Rocket was only left with two points in the lead.

"Everyone, do your best!"

"We must defend against them!"

"We will win!"

The members of the Spurs were greatly encouraged. They quickly returned to defend and prepared to continue fighting.

"It doesn't matter. We are still in the lead. As long as we score another goal, they will definitely lose!"

Young Master Wei clapped his hands vigorously to encourage everyone.

"Third Brother, let's work together later."

Young Master Wei walked to Big Beardy's side and used a voice that only the two of them could hear to discuss.

"Alright."

Big Beardy nodded, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and prepared to organize the attack.

As Young Master Wei had said, they were still in the lead, and as long as this wave of attack hit again, they would be able to win the match.

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