1202: C1202 Howard's Signature Free Throw

C1202 Howard's Signature Free Throw

"White Twelve is breaking the rules!"

After the main referee communicated with Border Judge, he made the judgment.

"What?!"

The smile on Aldridge's face instantly disappeared, and he walked forward anxiously. "Referee, is there a misunderstanding?! Who was the one who pulled my hand just now? It was him who broke the rules. How did he blow it on me?! "

The main referee ignored Aldridge's complaint and turned around to leave.

Aldridge wanted to go forward and complain, but DeRozan stopped him. "Stop talking. If you continue to talk about it now, you might have to eat some technique to break the rules."

Aldridge took a deep breath and calmed down the unwillingness in his heart. He could only accept the punishment.

"Ha, haha, I didn't break the rules?"

Dwight Howard held his head with both hands and looked outside. He thought that he would definitely die this time and receive the fifth foul, but he didn't expect that it wouldn't be for him in the end.

"Number 39, two free throws."

The main referee carried the ball to the free throw line and said to Dwight Howard.

Free throw...

The smile on Dwight Howard's face disappeared. He looked at the basket in front of him with a worried expression. Everyone who knew him knew that his free throw had never been the worst, only worse. For others, being fouled was a free throw. But for him, being fouled was equivalent to losing points.

Touching the basketball, Dwight Howard could only bite the bullet and prepare to play free.

Taking a deep breath, he made a classic squatting free ball. The basketball drew an arc in the air, like a cannonball, smashing heavily on the rebound, and then it bounced into Dwight Howard's hands.

"Ha, hahaha..."

Although most of the audience were Lakers fans, when they saw Dwight Howard's free ball that they did not know whether to laugh or cry, they could not help but burst into laughter.

"Cough cough..."

Feeling the attention from the crowd, Dwight Howard's face turned red and he continued his second free throw.

Fortunately, there were no more accidents during the second round. He circled around the basket a few times before finally landing unwillingly in the net pocket.

Hu...

He scored the second round, which made Dwight Howard heave a sigh of relief.

The match continued. The stabs got the ball and under DeRozan's organization, they started attacking again.

Aldridge used his agility in his steps to shake off Cousins behind him. Dwight Howard was slightly stunned, and before he could defend himself, Aldridge had already squeezed his way in.

The ball also happened to pass into his hand. Aldridge took the opportunity to shoot and scored two points.

It could be considered as making up for the mistake of fouling just now, but once again, it was one point closer, and the difference between the two was only four points.

"Damn it, why is this guy slippery like a loach?!"

Dwight Howard grabbed the basketball in annoyance and vented the anger in his heart.

"It's fine, let's return them a ball."

Rondo smiled and started to organize the attack. Although Cousins's footsteps were not as agile as before, relying on his height and weight advantage, he was still able to easily squeeze in. He cooperated with Dwight Howard and forcefully pulled back the ball. The difference between them was six points.

In the next three minutes, both sides started to score and draw. You scored two points, I scored two points, you scored three points, I got two points, and I got two points. In the blink of an eye, there were only six minutes left in the fourth quarter, and the difference between the two sides was still six points.1

"It's about time, isn't it?"

LeBron James looked at the anxious situation on the stage and could not hold his breath. He wanted to go on stage.

"Wait a little longer. There's no hurry. I want to see what other tricks the old man has."

Vogel raised his head and looked at Old Man Popovich, who was not far away. He wanted to see what other new moves Old Man Popovich had.

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