Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters-Chapter 1067 - 603 The Chosen One_3
Chapter 1067: Chapter 603: The Chosen One_3 Chapter 1067: Chapter 603: The Chosen One_3 Among the Lakers’ Big Three, Little Gasol suddenly became the team’s Guardian God.
But this Guardian God himself has flaws; once the Clippers start hitting threes, the Lakers’ defeat seems inevitable.
Then, the Clippers will head to the “away” game to challenge the Lakers.
This is an “away” game that doesn’t require a plane trip.
In the third game of the derby, the Lakers finally demonstrated the strength that fans had been longing to see.
Especially Kobe, scoring 8 points in the first quarter and 19 by halftime, making it even with the Clippers.
The third quarter began, and the stars from both sides continuously showcased their skills.
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Yao Ming’s three-pointers and post-up moves, Thompson’s successive three-pointers, Antetokounmpo’s forceful dunk from outside the three-point line, along with Anthony’s dominant 20 points in a single quarter.
While Anthony was on fire, Yu Fei responded with 11 points of his own.
The teams were evenly matched until the end of the third quarter, with the score still tied.
The more intense the game between the Clippers and the Lakers became, the more heated the atmosphere at the venue.
The hostility among fans began to erupt.
Although being city rivals, Lakers fans’ disdain for the Clippers is deep-rooted, and Clippers fans have long harbored resentment towards this discrimination.
This game provided an outlet; fans from both sides were verbally attacking each other frequently at the venue, and it might have escalated into something more serious if not for proper security.
The fourth quarter arrived, with Kobe seeming rejuvenated.
He went directly to the low post, demanding the ball to attack, as if he had returned to his 27-year-old self, with turnaround jump shots, step-back jumpers, fake drives and layups… It was a point guard’s low-post attacking kaleidoscope demonstrated live.
Yu Fei, who held off Anthony’s outbreak in the third quarter, also took on Kobe’s attacks in the fourth.
Kobe scores in the low post, and Yu Fei responds with a basket from higher up.
In the final minute of the game, Yu Fei’s incredible fake one meter beyond the three-point line followed by a step-back super long three-pointer using the board was something to behold.
The Clippers fans on site were going wild.
However, 10 seconds later, Kobe receives the ball at the corner, turns around, and makes “The Shot” with a three-pointer while Antetokounmpo’s block nearly hits his face.
The hearts of Lakers fans were suspended in midair with that ball, a moment that seemingly took an eternity—then, the ball went in.
Kobe’s intense expression finally relaxed, he took a deep breath, and said to Yu Fei, “Tonight, the goddess of victory stands by my side.”
The Lakers took the lead at the last moment.
Only 1.4 seconds left.
But really, did the goddess of victory stand by your side?
The Clippers called for the last timeout. Rivers, looking puzzled at the tactical board, was just about to call Yu Fei’s name when Yu Fei already took over the board, decisively drawing the strategy: “Just do this, give me the ball, I’ll send them home!”
“Kobe, do you know how much can happen in 1.4 seconds?”
That was the last thing Yu Fei said to Kobe before the end of the game.
Then it was Yao Ming’s screen, Antetokounmpo’s screen, and then the ball passed by Thompson.
Yu Fei jumped to catch the ball at the top of the arc, landed without adjusting, clearly Anthony had already rushed to his face, but he still forcefully pulled up, lofting the ball with a high arc right over the opponent’s face!
1.4 seconds can encompass a lot on the basketball court.
But its passing is just a moment.
A moment.
Like a nuclear bomb blasting open.
“Swish!!!!!!!”
“BENG!BENG!!! Frye has made a final 1.4 seconds counter-buzzer-beater against the Lakers Team! The Clippers have achieved a 3-0 lead in the series!!!!”
Mike Breen’s voice couldn’t penetrate the roaring crowd.
Yu Fei, as usual, turned around, but his teammates rushed towards him like madmen.
Clippers fans worship this shot, which can be called the greatest in the team’s history, with religious-like fervor.
“!@#￥!￥”
One side’s celebration was the other’s agony.
The Lakers Team stood dazedly on the court, hardly believing what had happened.
Kobe was either extremely angry or furiously enraged. That extreme emotion brewed until he actually laughed.
Anthony glared unwillingly.
Kobe just shook his head.
If the opponent wins with such performance, you just accept the result.
That’s what Kobe wanted his teammates to understand, but it’s not easy.
Indeed, it is not easy.
Not just Kobe, even Anthony and their generation are overshadowed by Yu Fei.
The shadow is so great that just winning against Yu Fei could make him more than happy.
Tonight, they were just a thread away from victory, yet like warriors on the eve of their triumph, they were struck down by an enemy’s stray bullet, unable to rise again.
On the spot, media personality Greg Sager, critically ill but still persevering at work, approached Yu Fei and asked, “What were you thinking at the moment of ‘The Shot’?”
“Nothing, I’ve been through this too many times,” Yu Fei tried not to appear too arrogant, but nonetheless, his response could still be interpreted as haughty. “This is my life.”
What kind of person can have such a magnificent life?
Sager, recalling the draft night 14 years ago when he had interviewed Yu Fei—back then, he seemed just as composed.
Seeing Sager momentarily lost in thought, Yu Fei smiled and asked, “Greg, how’s your health?”
“Not too bad,” Sager answered, “Thanks for asking.”
Yu Fei said, “Hope to see you at the finals this year.”
Sager, an NBA reporter for thirty years, had never personally reported on the finals, something that he regretted.
Yu Fei’s words left him somewhat helpless.
“I hope you guys make it to the finals, too.”
“We will,” Yu Fei said confidently, “No one can stop me, and if you believe, no one can stop you, either.”
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As he finished speaking, Yu Fei prepared to leave.
That’s when a fan suddenly yelled at him, “Frye, please, can I have your autograph?”
Yu Fei looked over and saw a boy.
So, he took off his jersey and personally handed it to the boy, “This might mean more than an autograph.”
The boy was so excited he almost fainted, and only then did Yu Fei walk away through the crowd.
From a distance, Sager watched the scene.
He often pondered what the greatest athletes of the modern era were really like.
Is it the merciless “jerk” who countless times shattered his opponents’ dreams on the court, or the kind friend who just showed concern, or perhaps the perfect idol who loves his fans?
Sager’s vision blurred slightly, but he noticed the legendary tattoo on Yu Fei’s back.
The Chosen One.
He is not the person you imagine; he is just the chosen one.
