The Way of the Center

"The Heat players stopped celebrating because they found that the referee did not immediately confirm the goal. They gathered around the technical stage and watched the game video of Bosh's last attack just now!" Bill Walton extended scratched his neck, hoping to see the little details on the referee's face. Everything that happened just now was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

An Jie stared nervously at the small screen that the referees watched. He had experienced countless desperate moments, but none of them made An Jie as nervous as today.

Because this time, An Jie was no longer the one who killed the game. If Bosh's ball is ruled valid, Anjie who lost the rebound will become the biggest culprit instead!

If the goal is scored, this fierce game will continue, and the two teams must compete in overtime. In order to contain James as much as possible, An Jie consumed almost all of his energy. In overtime, this is obviously not a situation that the Blazers want to see.

Just when everyone was extremely anxious, several on-duty referees turned to face the court.

All the eyes of the audience fell on the referee, and the referee folded his hands in front of his chest and waved it. Everyone knows this gesture, it represents...

"The goal is invalid?!" Bosh couldn't believe it and approached the referee.

"The goal is invalid! Chris Bosh's last-minute shot was disallowed! Congratulations to the Portland Trail Blazers, they won the first matchup of the finals!" Bill Walton accompanied his passionate shouts from Jumped up from the chair. In the next second, all the fans in the Rose Garden made the same move as him!

"I won, my son won!" An Jie's parents embraced excitedly. Although the series would only count if they won four games, they all knew how important it is to the whole situation to win first!

"I knew he wouldn't lose, I knew it!" Mike Taylor applauded vigorously. This guy, An Jie, has really grown into a superstar!

"Damn it, you scared me to death!" An Jie himself, who won the victory, didn't seem too excited. For him now, there is more of a feeling of relief.

At this moment, the slow motion replay of the last ball just now was replayed on the big screen at the scene.

Indeed, the moment the red light on the backboard came on, the basketball and Bosh's fingers were already in a state of inseparability.

But the referee is aware of the details. By zooming in on the image, it can be seen that the basketball is indeed not fully shot. By the time Chris Bosh hits the ball, the game is over.

92 to 94, this score was finally maintained to the end. No overtime, no counter. Anjie's last attack on the floor and the tenacious resistance of the Heat players allowed him to grasp that crucial round.

"Damn it, it's just that close!" Chris Bosh covered his head with a towel in pain. Today's performance of "Dragon King" is definitely not good. After the rounds of bombing by Anjie and Aldridge In the next game, he made only 6 of 16 shots and scored 13 points with a low shooting percentage of 37.5%.

For an inside player, 37.5% shooting is bad enough. But most importantly, he also lets Ainger and Aldridge do whatever they want in the paint.

Except for the second quarter, Bosh played the entire game very badly. After finally having the chance to become a hero, unexpectedly, this was actually a big joke played by God and himself.

James naturally saw Bosh's every move. Although this guy's performance today was indeed not good, the "Little Emperor" didn't want his teammates to be depressed. What's more, Bosh is the most important kind of teammate.

"It's okay buddy, we are just a little less lucky. We are not weaker than the Blazers, but today God is on their side." James pulled Bosh's shoulders and scored 18 points on 7 of 16 shots. With 10 rebounds and 10 assists, this quasi-league No. 1 player had a triple-double in the first game of the finals.

It's a pity that under the aura of Anjie's victory, James' triple-double also seemed a bit eclipsed.

An Jie returned to the bench and suddenly fell to the bench. He leaned there like a puddle of mud, not like a strong basketball player at all.

The intensity of the competition in the finals still far exceeded An Jie's expectation. Here, no effort will be spared. Everyone who comes to the court will fight with you.

As the insider who has received the most impacts, the pressure on An Jie can be seen.

"Pull me up, LaMarcus, I have to find my parents and friends." An Jie stretched out two hands, and Aldridge grabbed and pulled An Jie up.

"I think you have to postpone your plan." Aldridge leaned forward, and An Jie saw that he had been surrounded by reporters.

Not only him, Ricard, Lillard and others were also surrounded by reporters. It seems that if you want to get out of the court today, you have to work harder.

"Let's go guys, let's wait outside." Mike Taylor shook his head. In Europe, you will never see such a formation.

The former captain of Anjie put on sunglasses and a baseball cap, and was about to leave the stands. As everyone knows, several reporters have already blocked the exit of the stands, just to interview these former teammates of An Jie.

"It seems that today, we are also not easy." Morris, who played in the NBA, greeted him easy-goingly. It is a piece of cake for him to interview such things.

Mike Taylor, who played in Europe, was not too nervous. Although he rarely showed up in the United States, he was also a star defender in Barcelona.

On the contrary, Anthony Ben and Asakin were a little at a loss. These two guys hurriedly arranged their clothes. After all, there were not many opportunities for these two guys to appear on TV.

"Ann! How does it feel to play in the finals for the first time!?" Sure enough, as An Jie expected, it was so difficult for him not to take a single step. The attention paid to the finals was indeed completely different from other competitions.

Now the entire nba only has this game to pay attention to, so every media will devote their greatest resources to it.

"We played well today, but there is still a lot of room for improvement. If it weren't for the time at the last minute, we would be very dangerous. The Heat are a difficult opponent. We just took the lead. Next, we have to Just work harder." An Jie's tepid answer made the reporters very dissatisfied, and the more this happened, the more reluctant the reporters would be to let An Jie go easily.

Finally, see how the Blazers players have been unable to get back into the tunnel. Neil Orsi had no choice but to send security guards to open up a "escape" path for Anjie and the others.

But after returning to the player tunnel and avoiding the cameras of the reporters, An Jie became excited instead.

He ran and jumped in the hallway, and made jokes about his teammates from time to time. This guy, maybe only in front of his own people, will he show a less vicious side.

"Huh... What a close call." Back in the locker room, Ricard first wiped the sweat from his forehead. His exaggerated expressions and movements naturally attracted a burst of laughter from the players.

Of course Ricard is not such a funny person, it's just that this guy wants to decompress the players as soon as possible.

"You all probably know, right? What is the finals?" Afterwards, Ricard put away his smile.

"Strive hard, fight desperately. Besides, what else can describe this kind of game?" An Jie was very impressed with the finals. He played professional basketball for five years. It's too much to do.

"That's right, I appreciated your floor kick in the last round of the day."

"I was also taught by you, boss." An Jie smiled slightly.

"Okay guys, that's it for today. Derek, you and I will go to the press conference later. Everyone else, disband, go home and rest!" Ricard did not take the main players to the press conference , because he knew that what this group of guys need most now is rest.

The seasoned Fischer naturally knew why Ricard made such an arrangement, so he had no objection to it. What Fisher can do on the basketball court is already very limited, so let him help the team as much as possible outside the basketball court.

"Our road to the championship is not over yet, gentlemen, keep working hard!" Ricard clapped his hands, and received a roar from the players.

1 to 0, Anjie once again took the lead. But he also knows that the Heat, who have won 60 games and 27 consecutive victories like himself, will not be defeated by this small lag.

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