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Artest was sitting on the bench, sweating profusely, short of breath, and his complexion could not be seen even if it was red.
At this time, there are only two minutes left before the end of the game. The Red Storm team has already fallen behind by 7 points.
The Turtles started the second half with a wave of three-pointers, which crushed St. John's and put their lives on the line.
In fact, the shooting percentages of both sides in the second half were similar.
However, the Terrapins took more shots because Li Ang was crazily grabbing rebounds inside.
Purely relying on more second offenses to achieve a 7-point lead.
And with the decline in physical fitness, the three-point shooting percentages of both sides are now becoming unstable.
This undoubtedly makes the Red Storm team, which is extremely dependent on long shots, worse.
"Ron, why don't you rest for a round or two." Mike Jarvis saw that Artest was exhausted, so he wanted to replace him temporarily.
Artest fought with Li Ang almost the whole time today. In the first half, they were attacking and defending each other. In the second half, the two fought for rebounds under the basket, and they never stopped.
Physical energy consumption is very large.
But after Jarvis said he wanted to make a substitution, Artest gave him a vicious look.
The moment their eyes met, Jarvis even thought about his will.
Fortunately, Artest didn't do anything drastic. He just told Jarvis: "I said that I will bring the team to the semi-finals, so don't interfere!"
"Intervene" Jarvis suddenly felt that he could team up with Gary Williams and go back to the locker room to watch TV.
Gary: Don¡¯t talk nonsense. I¡¯m different from you. At least I have developed a three-point tactic with Li Ang as the core. I¡¯m coaching seriously, unlike some people who sit in the front row for free !
On the Terrapins side, Li Ang was also drenched by Artest.
Although the beast was a bit brain-dead, Li Ang really admired him for his hard work.
? Repeated battles and repeated defeats, but repeated defeats and repeated battles.
Li Ang has scored 16 rebounds so far, and he would have been robbed and autistic for anyone else.
But Artest is still strong, and he is still tirelessly fighting and fighting against Li Ang.
It's another matter if you can grab it if you can't grab it. Anyway, it's easy to prevent Li Ang from getting any rebounds.
Li Ang's current physical attribute is only 70. Although this physical ability will not make Li Ang move twice, it is indeed not a physical monster.
He is also very tired after fighting with Artest until now.
But this is a decisive game. Although they have already led by 7 points, they are not 100% sure to win.
So, Li Ang also wiped off his sweat and stood up, constantly hinting to himself: "I'm long-lasting, I'm long-lasting, I'm long-lasting!"
"The game restarted, and Li Ang and Artest were still on the court. The two of them haven't had a minute of rest since the second half. It was a wonderful hand-to-hand battle. I'm even looking forward to their performance in the NBA. "
The on-site commentary was very enjoyable. Although Artest and Li Ang did not score the most points today, the scenes of these two people fighting on the court were more exciting than scoring.
"Huh, I didn't expect you kid to rest." Stepping into the court, the two stood together with their hands on their knees, and Artest spoke first.
"Rest? Why rest? Are you tired?"
"Are you kidding? You go to New York to find out. 40 minutes is nothing to Artest."
"Cut, it's only 40 minutes, I always start in an hour."
"Blow it, just blow it. One hour is not called persistence, it is sick!"
The topic of the conversation between the two gradually deviated.
Obviously I'm exhausted like a dog, but I don't want to let it go for such a long time. In some respects, Li Ang and Artest are quite similar.
The game restarted, and St. John's went first.
Artest knew that his teammates were not shooting stably. As the team leader, he decided to stand up and solve the problem.
But Li Ang didn't give Artest a chance to get close to the basket at all. He put his hands on Artest's chest and tried to push him out.
Artest's purpose is to be reckless and never beat around the bush.
So he didn't run back, nor did he go out to catch the ball under the cover, but he just pushed Li Ang in forcibly, just head-on.
The two began to wrestle frantically without the ball.
Artest walked to the basket and was about to raise his hand for the ball, but Li Ang put his hand on Artest's shoulder, cutting off his passing route.
Although the ball is still behind the outside line at this time?The referee's hasty whistle made Li Ang and Artest react.
The ncaa is the same as the nba. If a player has an open wound, no matter how big or small, he must be off the court for treatment immediately, and he cannot return to the court until the bleeding stops.
However, both Li Ang and Artest were red-eyed, so the subconscious reaction after getting up was still to fight each other.
"What? Get treatment next time? No, I'm fine!" Artest pushed the referee away, glanced at the basketball, and then at the score.
Li Ang's tip-up just now put St. John's behind by 9 points!
After yelling at the referee, Artest seemed to wake up. Suddenly lowered his arms, lowered his head, and wiped his eyes.
Nobody knows if he's wiping the blood from his eyes, or if he's
Wipe away tears.
After falling behind by 9 points in more than 1 minute, he still had to end the game.
It's over, it's all over.
A game determines the outcome, no matter what happens, there is no chance to do it again.
And after this year, Artest will participate in the NBA draft.
The ncaa semi-finals will be his lifelong regret.
This is March Madness!
After calming down, Artest took the towel handed over by his teammates, covered the bleeding wound, and then glanced at Li Ang: "We see you in NBA, bastard."
After finishing speaking, he walked straight towards Jarvis.
Jarvis swallowed, no, brother Tai, listen to me, hit the coach in publicdon't!
"Sorry Mike, I broke my promise."
"Huh?" Jarvis opened his eyes and found that Artest bowed to himself.
After finishing all this, he walked into the player tunnel.
At this time, Artest was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were firm.
March Madness has already lost, and his youth is destined to be imperfect.
But the competition between him and Li Ang is not over yet!
"I want to surpass him, I must surpass No.1 in Maryland!"
Artest said so in his heart, he will enter the league with this obsession.
I will be able to do whatever Li Ang can do in the future!
If he grabs a dozen rebounds in a game, then I can do it too.
If he shoots several volleyball shots in a game, then I can do it too.
If he breaks someone else's ribs during the game, then I can't fall behind!
At this time, the old hooligan who was playing cards suddenly felt a little pain in his chest for some reason.
How do you feel that someone is trying to harm me?
"Let's go, Li Ang, you also hurry to stop the bleeding." Francis hurriedly pushed Li Ang off the field, seeing that Li Ang was bleeding so much, he was even ready for artificial respiration at any time.
"There is more than a minute left, we must win, Steve!"
Li Ang didn't care about his head at all, he just stared at the score.
In fact, even if there is no such accident between Li Ang and Artest, the tip-up just now has basically sealed the victory for Maryland.
Unless Maryland fails to score the next free throw, or McGrady suddenly jumps out in a St. John's jersey, the ending will not change anyway.
It's just that Li Ang wanted to win too much, and he couldn't rest assured until the last moment.
"Don't worry, Li, you have led us to victory! Rest well, we still have the quarter-finals, the semi-finals, and the final! This game, I promise, will end safely!" Francis solemnly said nod.
"Well, I'll leave it to you, Steve." After finishing speaking, Li Ang patted Boss Ferrer on the shoulder, and Nicole, who was worried on the sidelines, gave a thumbs up, and then walked towards the player tunnel.
He raised his head and took a deep breath, feeling exhausted all over his body and almost unable to walk.
Artest, the lunatic
There is one thing to say, if you are on a team with him, you will also like his desperate teammates.
A good guy, his IQ was completely ruined.
Speaking of which, the sweet 16 is already going to this point.
No wonder it looks better than the NBA, it's really exciting.
However, Li Ang felt that he hadn't had enough yet. It's cool to win a few more games like this kind of game!
? The next quarter-finals, semi-finals and finals
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