Barkley and the Donkey's Ass! Lin: Sorry, I'm a shameless scoundrel! [Please S

Chapter 108 Barkley and the Donkey's Ass! Lin: Sorry, I'm a shameless scoundrel! [Please Subscribe]

On the defensive end, Howard remained unmoved by Lin Ze's repeated provocations. On the offensive end, Lin Ze increased the intensity and frequency of his strong attacks to the basket.

He started backing down the basket and then aggressively pushing towards the rim, while also making more physical contact with Howard when attacking face-up, and using some subtle tricks.

But this guy didn't react at all.

On another offensive possession, Lin Ze charged into the paint with a powerful elbow to Howard, scoring a layup in the process. Afterward, Lin Ze yelled at Howard, "One-on-one, you softie! Don't you have any guts?"

Howard glanced at Lin Ze but didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his head and ran towards the frontcourt.

After that play, Lin Ze gave up; he stopped trash-talking Howard.

Because he saw no resentment, fighting spirit, or enthusiasm in this guy's eyes.

There was only a deep sense of indifference.

I don't care about the stats, my status on the team, how well I get along with everyone, or whether I get crushed by Lin Ze.

Go to the court to play ball, then go home after get off work.

This is Howard's way of basketball.

This kind of person is difficult to anger.

So Lin Ze chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time and began to focus on playing basketball.

But Jackson was not satisfied with this kind of playing style.

During a timeout in the latter part of the second quarter, Jackson spread his hands at Lin Ze and said, "Go ahead and criticize him!"

"It's no use!" Lin Ze said helplessly, "He's just a Kapilabara (a type of Japanese insect), I can't spray him!"

"What is Kapibala? And someone you can't even spray? I don't believe it!" Jackson said.

"I really can't do it." Lin Ze was truly at a loss: "How do you provoke someone who doesn't care about basketball, winning or losing, or stats at all?"

"That is indeed a bit difficult." Jackson thought for a moment, indicating that he understood Lin Ze's predicament: "But I think you can do it. Can you think of a way?"

"I can't do anything about it." Lin Ze rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay any more attention to Jackson.

Why has this old man started teaching in this "shrug it off and tell me what to do" style?

In the remainder of the second quarter, Lin Ze's shooting touch noticeably declined, and the Mavericks became increasingly decisive and aggressive in double-teaming him. Even when he didn't have the ball, the Mavericks would have at least two players focus their attention on him.

In this situation, Lin Ze reduced his shot attempts and stopped actively asking for the ball and taking shots.

Even though the Mavericks kept double-teaming him and Lin Ze suppressed his desire to shoot, he still managed to score 8 points in the second quarter.

55: 60!

"Will Lin score 60 points tonight?" Kenny said. "He had a good shooting touch in the first half, almost unstoppable. The Mavericks had a hard time containing him, whether they double-teamed him or went one-on-one."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!" Barkley said. "The Lakers lack a second scoring option. If O'Neal or Kobe can draw the opponent's defensive attention on the court, then Lin might be able to score a very high number of points."

"But the problem is, neither of these two are available, the Lakers don't have a reliable passer, and Lin himself isn't a great initiator; he's more like a perfect all-around finisher."

"He is different from other top scorers. Other top scorers can score more points the more they have the ball and the more opportunities they have to shoot, but Lin needs strong teammates to help him draw the defense away and distract the opponent's attention."

"I don't think he can maintain this level of efficiency in the second half."

"The Mavericks will definitely change their defensive strategy!"

"I don't think so," Kenny said. "Lin has improved rapidly in the past few years, showing something new every year. So even if the Mavericks defend him tightly in the upcoming games, I think he can still play quite efficiently!"

Barkley casually smirked and said, "Let's wait and see! Anyway, I don't think Lin will be in the office tonight—no! In the office..."

Without Shaq, he can't score 60 points—not even 50! He needs someone to draw attention to him, someone to create space for him!

"Oh?" Kenny's eyes lit up immediately. "Want to make a bet, Charles? I think Lin can definitely score at least 50 points in one game this year without Shaq and Kobe!"

"Okay!" Barkley accepted the bet without hesitation: "I bet Lin won't get it! If Lin can score 50+ points without Kobe and Shaq, I'll kiss Kenny's ass in front of fans all over the world!"

Soon, the second half of the game began.

At this point, Barkley still hadn't realized something was wrong.

He hadn't realized that Kenny hadn't placed any bets at all; if Lin Ze didn't score 50 points this season, he wouldn't win anything.

He jumped into a game where he was guaranteed to lose.

But the American people clearly didn't care about that; they just had a different kind of expectation for the game.

Lin Ze scored 28 points in the first half. Can he score another 22 points in the second half?

Will Barkley get to kiss Kenny's ass tonight?

Or, to put it another way, will Barkley be able to kiss Kenny's butt this season?

At the start of the second half, the Lakers passed the ball to Lin Ze.

And now, the person who came to defend Lin Ze has changed to Finley!

As expected, Don Nelson changed his strategy. He no longer assigned Howard, who had virtually no defensive ability or willingness, to match up against Lin Ze. He knew Lin Ze too well.

If Lin Ze scores 50 or 60 points tonight, he can brag about it for at least three years!

Old Nelson would never give him that chance.

"Come on, Lin!" Finley opened his arms and pressed himself against Lin Ze. He had watched many of Lin Ze's match videos and knew Lin Ze's weaknesses.

Lacking explosive power and a slow first step, it's difficult to easily create space when opponents are closely guarding you.

Facing Finley's defense, which was clearly several levels above Howard's, Lin Ze lowered his center of gravity and tried a few times. He found that he was indeed unable to launch an attack from the high post, so he quickly passed the ball and started making runs.

Lin Ze isn't the type like Kobe who gets easily carried away. Since his opponent has already started to target his weaknesses, he certainly can't give them the opportunity to exploit them.

Lin Ze did not receive the ball again in this possession because there was no time left. In the end, Fisher took two dribbles and forced a mid-range jump shot, which missed.

Nowitzki then executed a pick-and-roll with Nash, who pulled up for a three-pointer!

"Whoosh!"

With a crisp click, Nash's three-pointer swished through the net!

"Look! Lin's out of options!" Barkley said smugly. "He's great, but his weaknesses are obvious! He's not fast enough, and his explosiveness isn't strong enough. He'll have a very tough time against a highly athletic small forward like Finley!"

Kenny didn't respond to Barkley's words, but instead watched the game quietly.

In the next possession, Lin Ze stopped trying to receive the ball at the high post and instead pushed his way to the low post inside, then suddenly turned sideways to block the position and reached out for the ball.

But just as Fisher was about to pass the ball to him, Nash suddenly increased his defensive intensity.

Nash wasn't a defensive expert, but Fisher wasn't a passing specialist either.

In addition, Finley was much more agile than those inside players. He flashed back to Lin Ze's front and prevented Lin Ze from receiving the ball.

Barkley said smugly, "Look! Lin can't even catch the ball! He needs his teammates' help; he relies heavily on their passes!"

But before he could even laugh out loud, Lin Ze had already quickly abandoned his position inside and rushed out to support Fisher. He turned to the side to set a screen for Fisher, and then quickly moved to one side.

But this time he still couldn't receive the ball. Nash and Finley both rushed towards Fisher at the same time, attacking him.

folder.

At this point, if a better point guard were to pass the ball to Lin Ze, he could easily get an open jump shot.

Unfortunately, Fisher lacked the ability. After being double-teamed, he had no chance to pass the ball to Lin Ze. After a weak resistance, he passed the ball to Richmond, who came over to receive it.

Richmond had very little time left on the shot clock after receiving the ball, so he had to attack on his own. He made a weak jump shot, but it missed, and Nowitzki once again secured the rebound.

"Lin definitely won't score 50 points tonight!" Barkley was even more excited now: "Kenny, I know way more about basketball than you do!"

"There are still 23 minutes left in the game, Charles," Kenny finally couldn't hold back and retorted, "You're so happy so early, don't blame me for teasing you when you're crying!"

"Don't even mention 23 minutes left, even if there are 4—well, even if there are 30 minutes left, Lin won't get 50 points tonight!" Barkley said with considerable confidence.

No sooner had Barkley finished speaking than a change occurred on the court!

The Mavericks' fast break failed, and Griffin's layup was interfered with by Madsen, who was chasing back frantically. The Lakers launched a counterattack, and this time Lin Ze finally received the ball outside the three-point line. Without hesitation, he pulled up and shot!

"brush!"

A precise three-pointer goes into the pocket!

"Charles, you're absolutely right!" Kenny laughed heartily.

「闭嘴！才31分！他还需要拿下19分才行。」巴克利继续嘴硬道：「你觉得林今晚能再获得最少7个这样的机会并且全部命中？半场比赛靠快攻投中最少8个3分？你以为他是谁？」

"The GOAT of fast break?"

The Mavericks' offense failed this time, and Nowitzki's isolation play was contained.

As Fisher received the pass and immediately launched a fast break, Lin Ze once again sprinted towards the three-point line, and Barkley held his breath in tension!

If he scores another three-pointer, that would be 34 points. The Mavericks will definitely strengthen their defense on his shooting, which will increase the space for Lin Ze in the paint.

Considering the Mavericks' league-worst interior defense, Barkley felt he might actually have to kiss Kenny's ass, but fortunately, Finley and Fisher did not disappoint him.

Finley returned to his defensive position early and positioned himself to Lin Ze's side. When Fisher saw that Lin Ze was being defended, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​passing the ball to him and instead passed the ball to Richmond.

Kenny sighed and said, "At least 90% of the starting guards in the league could pass the ball directly to Lin for a shot, as long as he comes..."

"With that suspended ceiling, Lin will immediately have a chance to shoot after receiving the ball."

"But Fisher can't make those kinds of passes."

"He doesn't need to be too amazing. If you pair Lin with a Nash, maybe he can become a scoring champion averaging 30 points per game!"

This wasn't the first time Lin Ze had led the team alone, and the Mavericks weren't exactly a strong defensive team, but Lin Ze played awkwardly tonight and was completely unable to perform at his best.

The biggest reason is that Nelson knew him too well.

Don Nelson has indeed established himself in the league with his offense over the past decade or so, having led two offensively dominant teams. However, when he won Coach of the Year with the Bucks, that team was the best defensive team in the entire league and allowed the fewest points!

He is absolutely a top-notch defensive master, he just prefers offensive basketball.

For the remainder of the third quarter, Lin Ze had a very difficult time playing.

Throughout the entire third quarter, apart from that one three-pointer, Lin Ze didn't have a single comfortable shooting opportunity.

Under these circumstances, his efficiency naturally declined significantly. He only made 2 of 6 shots in the entire third quarter, scoring just 5 points.

The rest of the Lakers couldn't find anyone who could help Lin Ze relieve the pressure and provide consistent output, so after this quarter, they went from leading to trailing.

87: 80!

The Lakers are down by 7 points against the Mavericks!

"See what I said?" During the break, Barkley became increasingly smug. Although Lin Ze had already scored 33 points, based on his performance in the third quarter, it would be quite difficult for him to score even 40 points in the fourth quarter, let alone 50.

If this is the best performance Lin Ze can deliver against a team like the Mavericks, who are known for their poor defense, then his scoring will only be lower and his efficiency even worse against other teams.

He's definitely going to win this bet against Kenny!

Hey?

and many more?

I can beat Kenny something again?

Lin Ze, sitting below the stadium, was panting heavily.

"Any ideas?" As the fourth quarter began, Jackson wasn't in a hurry to put Lin Ze on the court. Instead, he waved for the other players to go first, then sat down next to Lin Ze. "That old bastard knows you too well. He knows all your habits and all your weaknesses."

"I don't have any particular thoughts." Lin Ze didn't hide anything and said directly, "But since the Mavericks can defend me and limit me so well because Don Nelson knows all my habits, then I'll just break those habits and not play the way I'm used to!"

"Good idea, give it a try!" Jackson nodded in satisfaction, saying nothing more, but patted Lin Ze on the shoulder and said, "Go for it!"

This is his consistent style.

Trust your players, let them think for themselves and find their own solutions, and at most, he will just offer some pointers.

To be his player, you need to be able to improve yourself.

Lin Ze didn't say anything more, threw off the towel, and walked towards the technical table.

"Lin." Nowitzki stood up from the bench and stood next to Lin Ze. "Tanto, I have a message for you."

Looking at Nowitzki's timid appearance, Lin Ze knew what Old Nelson was about to say: "Is there anything left after removing the swear words? I've been listening to those few swear words of his for a whole year. Let's talk about something else."

"That's it," Nowitzki shook his head. "It's all dirty."

"Then when you go off the field later, please pass on a message to him for me."

"What did you say?"

"Needless to say, he'll definitely ask if there's anything else besides swearing. Just say no."

After saying that, Lin Ze walked onto the court. Howard's jump shot had just missed, and the basketball had flown directly out of bounds. It was his and Nowitzki's turn to go on the court.

The gap between the two sides remains at 7 points. In the past minute or so, both sides have been missing shots and neither side has scored.

The first offensive possession after returning to the court belonged to the Lakers. This time, Lin Ze did not ask for the ball, but waved to his teammates to take the shot themselves. He then turned and walked towards the inside, constantly roaming around the three-second zone.

Seeing this, Barkley immediately mocked, "Lin has lost his nerve! He's not even willing to take the ball! Kenny, you're doomed!"

But before Barkley could finish speaking, Lin Ze suddenly turned around, pinned Finley behind him, and twisted into the three-second zone.

With a loud "bang," Devin George's shot missed. Lin Ze elbowed Howard aside, grabbed the rebound, and then jumped up quickly after landing, using his physical attributes and height to send the ball toward the basket.

With a "swish," the basketball went into the hoop, and Lin Ze scored again.

If you, the Mavericks, can exploit my weaknesses, then I can exploit yours too!

Last season, despite playing with three big men, the Mavericks were still the worst defensive rebounding team in the entire league!

Nowitzki, Howard, and last year's starting center Bradley are not exactly rebounding experts; they've been out-rebounded countless times.

This year, with Don Nelson switching to a small lineup, their rebounding has become even worse!

Although Lin Ze isn't exactly a rebounding expert, it depends on who he's up against!

Howard, Nowitzki, and Finley?

Lin Ze was confident he could thrash them!

I won't even have the ball; I'll just go to the basket and crash the boards and I'll crush you guys! Do you really think all that muscle I built last summer was for nothing?

"35 points! Charles!" Kenny chuckled. "Lin isn't afraid to handle the ball, nor has he lost his courage."

"On the contrary, he's very smart! He found the Mavericks' weaknesses and then launched an attack!"

"How many offensive rebounds can he grab?" Barkley scoffed. "Does he think he's Rodman?"

The Mavericks' offense suffered another setback when Nowitzki faced Madsen one-on-one, missing his shot once again. His performance tonight was a bit poor. Although Madsen isn't a strong player, he's perfectly able to counter Nowitzki!

He can make Nowitzki tremble with fear.

Lin Ze was quite considerate of his younger brother, Dirk. Noticing Nowitzki's hesitation, he proactively said, "You need to be tougher, Dirk! I told you three years ago that you need to toughen up and play like a man! How can you be afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!" Nowitzki gritted his teeth, his mouth sticking out stubbornly.

"Oh?"

Lin Ze shrugged, received the ball at the top of the arc, and then immediately took a step forward to drive towards the basket!

Lin Ze was somewhat reckless on this play, driving into the basket and forcing a shot over Finley and Nowitzki who came to help defend. As expected, the ball missed.

But on the other side of the basket, the Lakers have another "mad dog"!

Madsen shoved aside the limp Howard to grab the rebound, but his ability was ultimately limited. If it were O'Neal, this shot would definitely have been a direct putback dunk, but Madsen needed to land and adjust first.

With that slight delay, Nowitzki arrived to help defend, and Madsen's layup missed.

Lin Ze seized another opportunity, forcing Finley to his feet, and his hand touched the basketball first, before anyone else could.

The basketball bounced off the backboard and then went into the basket.

"Lin! It's Lin again!" Kenny shouted excitedly, "Charles, if Lin keeps playing like this, he might get 50+20!"

"Why don't you just say he can win five championships? Can he even get a loan? Face reality, Kenny. Don Nelson adjusts very quickly; he can't just watch this kid keep playing like this!"

"Actually, Lin already has four championships." Kenny corrected Barkley, reminding him that Lin was very close to five, and then added, "Speaking of championships, Charles, how many do you have?"

Barkley's blow from Kenny's attack didn't end there, because Nelson, the next player, also disappointed him.

Don Nelson didn't make any substitutions, which meant that Finley, having learned his lesson, focused all his energy on positioning and preventing Lin Ze from easily getting offensive rebounds.

After all, I'm Jordan's successor, I have to save face!

Although Lin Ze couldn't grab the rebounds, Madsen completely found his rhythm. In the next few minutes, he charged and grabbed 5 offensive rebounds over the Mavericks!

Including the one at the beginning, Madsen grabbed 6 offensive rebounds in the first 8 minutes of the fourth quarter, while the entire Mavericks team only managed 5 rebounds in those 8 minutes, and none of them were offensive rebounds.

In other words, the Mavericks are having a good game tonight, especially Nash, who has already scored 21 points and had 8 assists.

Despite the Mavericks losing their rebounding and lead due to Nash's outburst, they didn't fall behind the Lakers.

With three minutes remaining in the game, they trailed the Lakers by only two points.

The game is still full of suspense, but Barkley has completely relaxed.

Lin Ze has only scored 39 points so far. Although he grabbed two offensive rebounds in the fourth quarter, his shooting touch was still off. Apart from those two putbacks, he only made one mid-range jump shot.

Furthermore, his physical fitness has visibly begun to decline.

Barkley believes that with at least 3 minutes left in the game, Lin Ze is unlikely to score 50 points!

"Don Nelson was absolutely awful!" Barkley exclaimed smugly after confirming his victory. "His performance in the fourth quarter, especially his rebounding and interior defense, was disappointing, downright terrible!"

While Barkley was giving his opinion, Don Nelson showed no sign of the rage that comes with his team losing a rebound; instead, he had a faint hint of satisfaction on his face.

On the court, Nowitzki displayed unusual toughness, using his elbow to clear a path and forcefully pushing aside Madsen, who was defending with his head, before managing to put the basketball into the basket with great difficulty.

But just as Nowitzki tied the score and before he could even celebrate, the Lakers surged forward again, and Lin Ze scored a 2+1!

"If Lin makes the free throw, it'll be 42 points!" Kenny smiled again at Barkley: "Charles, scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Barkley retorted defiantly. "There are only 2 minutes and 15 seconds left in the game. Can Lin score 8 points?"

"This is the most crucial moment of the game, a do-or-die moment! The Mavericks won't give Lin a chance to score 8 points in a row!"

Although Barkley remained defiant, his hand gripping the corner of the table betrayed him completely.

He was extremely nervous!

After all, that's the Mavericks, the team with the worst defense in the league. Tonight, the Lakers completely dominated their interior defense!

Scoring 8 points in just over two minutes against them doesn't seem too difficult.

At this point, Don Nelson finally called a timeout.

This timeout gave Barkley a slight sigh of relief; he believed that after the timeout, Don Nelson would definitely make adjustments.

Even a stubborn old man like Larry Brown needs a change of personnel at this point.

After the timeout, Howard, that slacker, finally went to the bench to rest, and Don Nelson substituted him with "Big Bamboo" Shawn Bradley, who was Howard's starting center before he joined the team.

Before Bradley went on the court, Don Nelson only gave him one instruction.

"Not a single offensive rebound is allowed! I want to see a change in you guys, I want to see you take rebounding seriously! Get your positions locked up tight, I don't care how much you bastards like to play from behind, you're going to have all those Los Angeles bitches behind you! Got it?"

Old Nelson's roar did have an effect.

As the timeout ended and Lin Ze took his free throw, Bradley and Nowitzki rushed forward simultaneously, blocking Madsen and Fu.

Kexka was behind him.

As Don Nelson said, the Lakers' rebounding ability is just so-so. The reason they gave up so many rebounds is simply because the Mavericks were too bad, and it has little to do with the Lakers' level.

Once they get serious, the Lakers immediately lose all chance and possibility of grabbing the rebound.

But just then, Lin Ze's free throw went 'bang' and he missed.

No matter how hard Madsen struggled, he couldn't get past Nowitzki, and the Mavericks held onto the rebound firmly.

"Haha, Lin's tired! I knew Lin's tired!" Barkley breathed a sigh of relief. The Mavericks had clearly strengthened their rebounding and court height, while Lin Ze couldn't even miss his usual sure-fire free throws.

His physical decline was clearly visible.

In this case, 50 points?

No way!

The Mavericks' turn!

"Whoosh!"

With a crisp sound, Nowitzki hit a three-pointer, and the Mavericks took the lead again!

1 minute and 55 seconds left!

109: 108!

"Boss!" After scoring, Nowitzki was extremely excited. This was the first time he had faced off against Lin Ze tonight, but he had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

For Nowitzki, if there's anyone in this league he absolutely wants to surpass, it's Lin Ze!

"You're progressing quickly, but I'm not lagging behind!"

"I won't let you leave me behind!"

"Then you'd better keep it up." Lin Ze completely ignored Nowitzki's yelling and actually reached out his hand.

Nowitzki paused for a moment, then extended his fist and bumped it against Lin Ze's.

"Wow!" Kenny shouted, "This is a rare sight in the NBA! Two rivals bumping fists at such a crucial moment!"

"I think this is the purest form of friendship! When these two met, one was a foreign rookie who couldn't even speak English well, and the other was a marginal player who had just experienced the collapse of a dynasty and was in danger of being eliminated from the league at any time."

"But three years later, one of them is an All-Star starter and a pillar of a dynasty team, while the other has become the absolute core of the strongest dark horse in the West!"

"I'll guard Lin!" After hitting the crucial three-pointer, Nowitzki's spirit was completely ignited. He waved for Finley to move aside, as he was going to guard Lin.

"Want to go one-on-one, Dirk?" Lin Ze stopped at a 45-degree angle to the left, looking at Nowitzki and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll crush you?"

"Let's give it a try!" Nowitzki retorted without backing down.

"You're not saying you want a one-on-one while actually signaling to your guys to double-team me, are you? Dirk, you haven't become that shameless, have you?" Lin Ze said, raising his hand to call for the ball.

On the sidelines, old Nelson didn't make any extra arrangements. This old man was also a former player and a typical man of strong character. At this moment, seeing Nowitzki take the initiative to challenge Lin Ze to a one-on-one match, he had no intention of interfering or causing trouble.

At this moment, Nelson was just like a football fan.

This is probably why, despite his unparalleled tactical reserves and comprehensive coaching abilities, his ability to lead any type of team, and his numerous head coach of the year awards, he has never won a championship.

His excessive romanticism and sentimentality prevented him from ever taking the final step.

Lin Ze, who had the basketball in his hand, suddenly accelerated, took two steps to the vicinity of the free throw line, turned around, leaned against the basket, and then immediately turned halfway again to face the basket and continued to accelerate.

Nowitzki kept moving sideways, keeping himself constantly in front of Lin Ze.

But Lin Ze accelerated this time, only took one step forward before turning around again. He didn't dribble or fake, but instead stepped back, pulled up, and shot.

"Whoosh!"

With a crisp sound, Lin Ze scored his 43rd point of the night!

The Lakers have taken the lead again.

109: 110!

1 minute and 34 seconds left!

"Spread out! Spread out! Give the ball to Dirk! Spread out!" Old Nelson on the sidelines was even more excited at this moment, afraid that someone would set a screen, and signaled everyone to spread out.

Nowitzki has also moved to his most comfortable and favorite position to initiate attacks.

Left side of the waist.

He turned his back to Lin Ze, blocking him from the basketball, and then kept looking around: "Boss, you're not going to have someone double-team me, are you? That would be really disappointing!"

"What are you saying!" Lin Ze exclaimed, looking utterly insulted. "You think of me like that? You've really disappointed me, Dirk! I've always considered you my best brother! How could you think of me like that?"

"I'm too—"

Just then, Lin Ze suddenly circled around and tried to steal the basketball from Nowitzki's hands.

Although Nowitzki later dated a con artist, he wasn't truly an innocent young man.

This guy had already turned around at the same time Lin Ze was circling in front of him, and he just brushed past Lin Ze. Judging from the smug expression on his face, you could tell how happy he was.

"Although you wanted to scheme against me, I had already anticipated it. I am more cunning than you!"

But Nowitzki's smugness didn't last even a second, because the moment he turned around, he saw another person standing in front of him.

Madsen!

This guy suddenly rushed over and stood right in front of Nowitzki, his feet firmly planted on the floor, colliding head-on with Nowitzki.

With a muffled thud, Nowitzki and Madsen fell to the ground simultaneously, and the referee immediately blew his whistle.

"Offensive foul!"

Nowitzki was called for an offensive foul!

"At the most crucial moment, Lin Ze and Madsen teamed up to lure Nowitzki into a trap!" Kenny laughed heartily. "Nowitzki and old Nelson wanted a head-on 1v1 duel, but unfortunately for them, they ran into Lin."

"A shameless scoundrel!"

Barkley, looking helpless, said, "How can a thug who can tie up Malone on the court and beat him up with dirty tricks to make Malone lose his composure be fair and square one-on-one with you?"

On the court, Lin Ze reached out and helped Madsen up, then grinned mischievously and extended his hand to Nowitzki: "That's what you always thought of me, isn't it?"

"I have to say, Dirk, you have a really good eye for people!"

"You see right through me!"

"Fuck you!" Nowitzki stood up from the floor, looking dejected. He said helplessly, "I thought you'd at least be a little more sincere when you're with me."

"Next round! Next round I'll be sincere! I swear." Lin Ze shrugged and said, "I'll apologize to you."

"FUXX!" Nowitzki wasn't really stupid; he was just a little out of his mind. He wasn't going to believe Lin Ze's nonsense anymore. After cursing him again, he turned to Finley and said, "Mike, you should guard him."

Finley was quite helpless about his younger brother's predicament, shaking his head and sighing, "How could you trust him?"

"Fuck you! That damn old fox!" Old Nelson couldn't help but curse from the sidelines, "What kind of mess has he made of Lin?!"

You could tell from Old Nelson's cursing that he really liked Lin Ze.

Even after all this, they still say: Lin Ze is a good person, he was just led astray by a bad old man.

On the Lakers' offense, Lin Ze once again took the initiative to call for the ball at the high post, but this time the person guarding him was Finley. Nowitzki had already fallen for it once, and he wouldn't fall for it a second time.

Upon seeing Finley, Lin Ze immediately passed the ball to Fisher, who was standing nearby. He then ran towards Fisher, who understood Lin Ze's intention.

He immediately turned to the side, not only blocking Finley for Lin Ze, but also handing the ball back to Lin Ze.

Lin Ze successfully received the ball and created space, immediately accelerated, and charged towards Nash!

Nash tried to stop Lin Ze, but the difference in strength and weight between the two was too great. He was almost completely overpowered by Lin Ze, who drove him all the way to the basket and scored a layup!

"With 59 seconds left, 109-112! The Lakers lead by 3 points! Also, how many points has Charles Lin scored?"

"45 points!" Barkley said impatiently, his expression grim. "Can't you count?"

"That's right, I'm not very good at math!" Kenny couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Could you tell me what 50 - 45 equals?"

"I'm not telling you!" Barkley snapped irritably.

On the court, Nash calmly controlled the basketball at the top of the key, directing his teammates to move around.

He then passed the ball to Finley, who then bounced it back to Nowitzki.

It's Nowitzki vs. Linze again!

Nowitzki received the ball with his back to the basket. This time he was much calmer, constantly looking around to be wary of Lakers players double-teaming him.

"I already told you no one else is coming!" Lin Ze said. "Why don't you trust me?! I'm so angry, Dirk!"

"The collapse of trust can happen in an instant!" Nowitzki remarked.

By this point, no one had come to help defend or double-team, so Nowitzki finally felt relieved and started backing down the ball.

"Mark!" Lin Ze's sudden shout startled Nowitzki. He instinctively turned his head to look, and the good news was that Madsen hadn't come over at all.

But the bad news is, Lin Ze has made his move!

In that instant of hesitation, Lin Ze slapped the basketball out of Nowitzki's hand!

"Steal! Lin steals the ball!" Kenny shouted. "43 seconds left! Lin completes the steal, Lakers fast break! Fisher..."

Both Richmond and Lin were charging forward, but Lin slowed down! He slowed down!

"Outside the three-point line, Lin is being caught up by Finley! He passes the ball to Fisher, who receives it and makes a bounce pass! It's Lin again, he's charging forward!"

"Hand foul! 2 points awarded, plus 1 free throw!"

The referee blew his whistle again, and Lin Ze completed a 2+1 play that almost sealed the game!

There are only 35 seconds left in the game!

Lin Ze, who had successfully scored a 2+1, pounded his chest.

He understood the significance of that goal better than anyone else!

If the Mavericks make the free throws now, they'll basically lock in the victory. The only way for the Mavericks to win is through a miracle!

"Dirk, you need to be more careful!" After the celebration, Lin Ze, standing at the free-throw line, looked at Nowitzki: "How could you believe your opponent twice?"

Nowitzki looks like he's broken right now.

He didn't reply, but instead gave me an expression that said, "How could you do this to me?" with a completely innocent look on his face.

He was tricked twice.

But he also knew.

That's experience.

This is the experience gained from four championships, while last season was my first time playing in the playoffs, so I was indeed a bit inexperienced.

Next time! Next time I'll be even more insidious than him!

Ask Don Nelson again; that old man has been in the league for almost 40 years, from player to coach, he's definitely more cunning!

Lin Ze made the free throw, extending the lead to 6 points, prompting Don Nelson to call a timeout.

"48 points!" Kenny couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. "Charles, how are you feeling right now?"

"How do you expect the game to go next? Will the Mavericks hit a three-pointer and then commit a tactical foul, or will the Mavericks miss their shot, the game be over, and they stop playing for the rest of the time, just like that until the end of the game?"

"If the Mavericks score and then foul Lin—"

"Shut up, Kenny! Shut up!" Barkley said, looking annoyed. "I'm not going to predict the game! I'm a commentator; I only want a great game! As for the rest, I don't care!"

"You really don't care?" Kenny pressed on, "If I asked you to trade your MVP trophy for Lin missing both free throws later, would you trade?"