The Whip of the God of Basketball - Chapter 346

Karl Malone stood on the free throw circle preparing to compete with Chris Anderson. He could feel his knee aching, and the jump was already a bit difficult for him. Just in the offense, he tried to use as little knee force as possible. The power of the whole body to shoot. When there is a pause in the fierce game, the joint pain will suddenly hit, Karl Malone gritted his teeth and prepared to compete with Anderson for the ball.

Javie threw the ball up, and Anderson jumped up and touched the ball without accident. He set the ball to Kevin Garnett, and Malone didn’t take off at all. He knew he couldn’t jump Anderson. So Malone rushed directly to the direction of Anderson’s dial to fight for this important ball with Garnett.

The two smashed into each other heavily. In the collision, Garnett’s knee hit Malone’s knee. The two unusually hard parts of the human body collided, and the ball rolled out of bounds. Javie sounded the whistle, hesitated, and pointed his finger in the direction of the Lakers’ offense, but everyone’s attention was not on the ownership of the ball, but on the two people who fell near the free throw line.

Kevin Garnett was holding his knees in pain, sweat covered his cheeks, and the grinning expression was enough to make Leon’s heart start. However, after a second or two, Garnett felt his energy relieved. He stood up with the support of his teammates, moved his legs lightly, and then made two squat movements. The team doctor asked briefly and After the inspection, it said that there was no problem. He also made an OK motion towards Leon, indicating that there was no problem with his knee.

Then he shook his leg, ready to go back to the game.

But on the other hand, Karl Malone’s situation is not so optimistic. There is no exaggerated expression on this iron man’s face. He just pressed his lips tightly and hugged his knees with his hands, which seemed to make him feel better. The Lakers teammates surrounded him, and the team doctor also stepped forward. O’Neal tried to pull Malone up, but Malone just tried it and found that his knees were completely unable to exert force. He couldn’t even adjust to a position that could make him stand up. Posture.

“My knees can’t move, I can’t move.” Ma Long said hoarsely, his voice was low and full of pain, like the rough white salt sunburned on the Great Salt Lake.

The team doctor stepped forward and pressed several parts of his knees, then gently supported his calf and thigh, and asked, “How do you feel if you bend a little bit?”

The team doctor gently twisted Malone’s knee. A painful expression appeared on Malone’s face. The team doctor immediately stopped, and he asked briefly, then stood up and shook his head at the Lakers coach and said to Malone. : “I’m sorry, but I think you must end.”

Ma Long looked at the team doctor and said, “Can you try again?”

The team doctor said: “If you don’t want to walk on a lame leg for the rest of your life, you’d better not. I suspect that the cruciate ligament of the right knee is torn. You must get off the field as soon as possible and prepare for surgery.

Hearing this, Malone looked up at Staples’ high ceiling, which was hung with the 14 championship flags of the Los Angeles Lakers, but none of them belonged to Karl Malone — maybe not the fifteenth.

At this time O’Neill realized that he should not pull Malone up, but to lift him from the ground. The hearts of the entire Staples Arena were squeezed. No one wanted to see such a scene. Karl Malone fell to the ground four minutes before the end of the game and couldn’t get up again. This is likely to be the last game of Karl Malone’s career. Some fans have red eyes or covered their mouths in disbelief.

The Celtics players were also a little surprised and shocked, watching the huge Malone being framed by the bigger O’Neal, landing on one leg, with the help of another staff member, limping towards the player As they walked through the channel, they didn’t know whether they should continue the game to sweep the Lakers out, or stay on the court to applaud Malone-a parting applause for the great power forward who has played in basketball for 19 years and is the second-highest in history.

The first to applaud turned out to be Fox Leon. When Malone passed the Celtics bench, Leon clapped vigorously, and the slap like a fan made a crisp sound.

Malone turned his head and looked at the Celtic coach, and found that his eyes were full of sincerity, admiration and a trace of regret. He knew that this was not ridicule, but admiration.

Discovering this, Ma Long lowered his head, and the applause of the audience began to sound, sending the last cheers and encouragement to this unyielding fighter. Ma Long felt an impulsive tears brewing and echoing in his eyes, but he couldn’t help it, he didn’t want to let the tears flow.

Ma Long raised his head and muttered: “Don’t cry, don’t cry Karl, don’t cry, Karl!” This is what his mother Cheryl always said to Ma Long when Ma Long was about to cry. Today, Cheryl has passed away. In the summer of 2003, she died of a heart attack. At that time, Malone was ready to join the Lakers to fight for the championship.

“Carl! Basketball is with you!”

At the moment of entering the channel, a fan on the sidelines shouted to Malone. After listening to these words, Malone’s tears in the channel could not be stopped finally.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

Leaving this arena, leaving basketball, leaving dreams, everything can only be seen off with my tears.

When Malone’s back slowly disappeared into the depths of the tunnel, Fox Leon knew that the last stumbling block on the road to the championship had disappeared quietly, just as he came to the league quietly and silently in 1985. This hard and tenacious stone has struggled with fate for 19 years before it cracks. But he left dignity, regret, sorrow and legend.

As a result, the game was interrupted for nearly 10 minutes, and the Celtics players were also affected. The original fierce and tense game atmosphere seemed to suddenly become sad, and everyone seemed to be unable to harden their hearts to beat their opponents. .

But Leon called a timeout and asked everyone to adjust their mentality. He said: “I hope that each of you, when leaving this venue, can proudly say that I once stood on the top of the world and appreciated the most Beautiful scenery, for which I have no regrets. We should respect the fighters, and the best way to respect them is to do what they never did.”

With the last few minutes left in the game, the Celtics still maintained the advantage. At this time Leon had already calculated the Lakers’ next strategy, not because he saw through Jackson, but because he saw through Kobe.

The game restarted, and Malone’s accidental injury retreat gave the Lakers a vibe of the same enemy. Just now Malone used his knee to win an offense. George served from the sideline, Kobe went around from the three-point line to ask for the ball, George passed the ball to Kobe, and Kobe faced Pierce’s one-on-one defense, changed back continuously under the crotch, and chose to force the ball. Three-pointer shot.

Such shots and advances are heroes, and if they don’t, they are bullies.

In this year’s Kobe, he played more times as a bear than as a hero. The ball slammed into the rim’s neck. Kevin Garnett picked up a backcourt rebound and his knees looked all right.

Looking back ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The Celtics once again used O’Neal’s inability to expand the defense on the defensive end, using two high-position screens to create a shooting opportunity for Pierce, but Pierce’s mid-range miss. But if Chris Anderson had a great help, he once again grabbed an offensive rebound from the Sharks and scored the ball beyond the three-point line, in the hands of Arenas.

The son of Los Angeles, the kid who has been looked down upon since middle school, Gilbert Arenas, has always grown up in the eyes of others underestimated, has been fighting for the unfair evaluation of himself by others, and has been fighting the world with anger. . He received the ball and replaced it with other sophisticated point guards. He would choose to stabilize his success rate once, at least another 24 seconds.

But No. 0 will not. His 0 starts from zero and never gives the opponent a chance, 0 chance.

Arenas took the ball and took the three-pointer directly from outside the three-point line. When the ball was still flying in the air, Arenas landed, turned around, turned his back to the basket and raised his own towards the 15,000 Los Angeles fans. His arms seemed to say, “Cheers for me.”

No one cheered for him because the ball was scored and inserted into the Lakers’ heart like a knife.

Hit a three-pointer and the point difference was stretched to 10 points. (To be continued.)