1206: C1206 The Lakers Who Had Been Forced into a Corner

C1206 The Lakers Who Had Been Forced into a Corner

In short, the three of them can't afford to lose today's game!

"How could we lose to them!? Absolutely not!"

"F * ck! I don't believe that the four of us can't beat the three of them?"

Cousins, Dwight Howard, Long Duo, and Kuzma had made up their minds and were ready to fight to the death.

Seeing the changes in the four of them, the corner of Vogel's mouth raised. The most important goal of this match had been achieved. The reason why he didn't want to change his opponent was because he wanted to force Dwight Howard, Cousins, and the others out.

Dwight Howard was once the top scholar, and Cousins was also in a high position. Both of them were very talented, but for some reason, their talents were not fully realized.

Vogel had negotiated with the team to sign these two people. He wanted to stimulate their potential and help them recover their career for the second spring.

As for whether they would choose to continue signing with the Lakers in the future, that was not something he needed to consider. Now, he only wanted to help the Lakers get the championship trophy again, and that was enough.

"Do your best! Overturn in one fell swoop!!"

On the side of the stabs, the five of them gritted their teeth and prepared to fight until the very last moment.

Both sides were squeezing out the last bit of strength in their bodies, wanting to win the match with all their might. Winning! The final victory, but in nearly two minutes... The two sides once again fell into a game of scoring, a fierce battle of two minutes... The two sides exchanged white scrolls.

In the blink of an eye, there were only fifteen seconds left. However, the time was still on the Lakers' side. As long as the Lakers could exhaust the last fifteen seconds, they could rely on their advantage of two minutes to win the match.

For the Spurs, there was good news that they still had the initiative in the last round. The ball was in their hands, as long as they could get two points. They would have a high chance of entering overtime. If they could get three points, they would be able to win the game.

"DeRozan, you throw the last ball. I'll cover for you!"

Aldridge took a deep breath, walked to DeRozan's side, and whispered.

"Okay!"

DeRozan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and moistened his dry throat.

Pah!

Pah...

DeRozan moved the ball and walked towards the half of the lake like a warrior.

Thirteen seconds...

Ten seconds...

Time passed silently. In the blink of an eye, the countdown began. The countdown on the big screen began. The fans in the stadium unconsciously stood up and nervously stared at the final ball.

Five seconds had passed since the end of the match. DeRozan exchanged glances with Aldridge. Suddenly, Aldridge moved and rushed towards the restricted area of Lakers.

Dwight Howard, who had been observing the situation, reacted immediately and caught up with them. Cousins also blocked the way and formed two iron bars with Dwight Howard to defend.

Looking at the two people in front of him, the corner of Aldridge's mouth curled up. He revealed a smile that showed that he had succeeded in his plot. He curled his hand behind him and the ball returned to DeRozan's hand in a circle.

When Dwight Howard, Cousins, and even everyone's attention was focused on Aldridge, DeRozan had already quietly arrived outside the three-point line.

Receiving the ball, there was a large empty space in front of DeRozan. After he aimed, DeRozan jumped up high, and the ball in his hand flew towards the basket.

Swoosh!

The ball accurately entered the net!

The ball entered the net!1

The stabs that lagged behind the entire match finally reversed the score at the last second of the match. The score of both sides reached 95 to 96, leaving only 0.1 seconds for the Lakers to attack.

Damn it!

Dwight Howard clenched his fists, unwilling to give up. He had obviously put all of his concentration into defending, but he did not expect the result to be the same in the end.

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