area51novel Chapter 203
Chapter 203
The audience on the field had already held their breath.
The Spurs players dared not breathe, watching the basketball flying in the sky.
This was the ball that decided the outcome. It was very uncomfortable to have their fate in the hands of others.
Time seemed to have stopped halfway, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the flight trajectory of the basketball.
"Shua"
121 to 122
The Spurs fans closed their eyes in pain.
At this moment, the Nets players excitedly rushed towards Roy.
The Spurs players looked dull, and they could not imagine that they would lose at home.
The San Antonio SBC Center was as quiet as a library.
At the same time, the three referees stood together to discuss, because one referee was skeptical about whether the game was overtime at the end.
There were still doubts about the goal just now, so the three referees came to the technical desk.
It was necessary to watch the video frame by frame to analyze the moment when Roy shot at the last moment, and whether the game had ended.
The referee's action attracted everyone's attention. The Nets players stopped celebrating and waited for the referee's final decision.
The three referees wore headsets and repeatedly watched the moment when Roy shot.
For the fairness of the game, they had to confirm repeatedly.
All the fans at the scene had stood up. Things seemed to be turning around.
Almost everyone stretched their necks to look at the technical table on the court, trying to judge the result of the game from the referee's actions and expressions.
Both teams were nervous. This ball was related to the efforts of the whole game and might even affect the direction of a series.
The referee did not dare to make a conclusion easily. He repeatedly watched the video and communicated at the technical table.
The Nets players held their breath, and Coach Frank was restless on the sidelines.
The short few minutes seemed as long as centuries.
Finally, after the referees watched the video from various angles at the last moment, the three referees reached a consensus.
The referee stood in the center of the court, waved his arms, and loudly announced Roy's goal to everyone:
Invalid!
Thunderclaps suddenly sounded, and the Spurs' home court erupted in warm cheers.
The Spurs players hugged each other, thinking that they would lose at home with one blow, but they survived.
Nothing is more exciting than surviving a disaster.
The Nets coach and players were protesting loudly, and only Roy stood on the side of the court and repeatedly watched the slow-motion replay of the last moment on the big screen.
Strictly speaking, his shot and the red light came on at the same time.
This is an optional penalty, but it ultimately determined the victory of the Spurs.
After all, the ball may not have passed the fingertips when it was shot, and the blurred video can only be seen roughly.
After all, there were no high-definition cameras and 360-degree slow-motion replays in this era.
Only a few fixed shots can easily lead to controversial goals.
But the game must have a winner, and when the referee announced that the goal was invalid, the outcome was already determined.
Luck is sometimes part of strength, and tonight this luck is on the side of the Spurs.
Coach Frank protested to the referee excitedly. Goals at this moment are ambiguous.
For the drama and viewing of the game, it is usually admitted that the goal is valid.
But the three referees insisted on their own views. According to the normal conclusion, Roy's fingertips are likely to touch the basketball at this time.
Without that kind of high-definition high-speed camera, all this can only be a verbal battle, but the head coach can't beat the referee at all.
Seeing that the head coach's appeal is hopeless, the Nets players all wilted collectively.
The efforts of the whole game were wasted. No one would be willing to accept it. What's more, the most important thing is that the buzzer beater was scored, but it was a controversial ball.
Part of it is due to the away game, and part of it is the referee's experience.
Roy was a little disappointed. This was his first buzzer-beater in the finals, but he was denied.
But he still had to comfort his teammates. McGinnis cursed, Lagabel lowered his head, Carter sat on the bench woodenly, and Kidd had a towel on his head.
The starting lineup was like eggplants hit by frost, and they were extremely frustrated.
"Hey, guys, this is just one game in the finals. We still have a chance. They are just lucky. Shit luck doesn't accompany you every day."
Roy spoke to persuade his teammates.
"You have no chance! The championship will stay in San Antonio. I promise. You should wait to get the runner-up and go home to sleep!"
A voice interrupted Roy's words, and the Nets turned their heads.
It turned out to be Bruce Bowen of the Spurs. He heard Roy's words and spoke contemptuously when he was celebrating with his friends on the sidelines.
At this time, he looked at the Nets with pride, showing off in front of his friends, just like the SpursHe was the main contributor to the victory.
"Why do I hear a mad dog barking? Whose owner is so uneducated?"
Kidd, who was already angry, tore off the towel on his head and threw it aside and walked towards Bowen.
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a rubbish player like you. Only the Spurs would take you in. Otherwise, you would be worthless!"
Bowen was furious when he heard this. His friend was around, and Kidd's words made him lose face. He couldn't hold his face.
Bowen, who had lost face, was furious from the bottom of his heart and clenched his fists.
He approached Kidd step by step. He had a considerable advantage in height and weight.
"Take in the loser. Those who don't know would think that the Nets won today. You are so arrogant. Do you know whose home court this is!"
He approached Kidd step by step. The two were face to face, on the verge of a conflict at any time.
"I'm too lazy to spend money on a piece of trash like you. Tell me yourself, are you worth 5 million? Role players should know their positions.
Don't think that it's your credit just because the team got lucky and won a game. Believe it or not, the Spurs can win with anyone they replace.
Because there are players better than you everywhere in the league!"
Kidd's words were heartbreaking and added fuel to the fire.
As a role player, Bowen is indeed incomparable to Kidd in terms of status and value.
These words made Bowen, who has always hated the rich, feel a buzz in his head, and his blood boiled. He stretched out his hand to teach Kidd a lesson.
The Nets players were watching the excitement on the side, watching Kidd's explosion Bowen,
The gloom of the recent defeat has been reduced a lot. The Spurs thoughtfully sent a punching bag,
Let Kidd vent his anger,
It's okay to watch the fun, but seeing the opponent's style, it seems that he wants to attack the team leader,
This is absolutely intolerable. The Nets players stood up one by one and surrounded Bowen who wanted to attack,
Bowen had an arrogant expression just now. He just wanted to attack, but he noticed his surroundings after his friends pulled him away,
The Nets players have surrounded Bowen in a circle, waiting for him to attack,
As long as this grandson dares to attack, he will definitely let him taste the taste of being kicked in the New Jersey circle.
Bowen broke out in a cold sweat. He challenged a team alone, let alone himself,
Even Oakley or the more powerful fighting black belt James Johnson could not do it,
After all, everyone is an athlete, and the Nets have more than a dozen sturdy men, and no one can withstand a one-on-many situation.
Bowen lowered his head and turned to leave with his friend in silence. He still understood the principle that a good man should not suffer a loss in front of him.
"Don't go, where is your courage just now? Aren't you going to beat me? I still like your unruly look!"
Kid mocked behind Bowen who was leaving quickly.
He despised such people the most.
Not far away, Bruce Bowen, who failed to pretend to be a big shot and lost face in front of his friends, had a gloomy face.