Chris Bosh caught the ball outside the three-point line and immediately went for the shot, with Artest lunging at him viciously.
"Toot!"
The referee's whistle sounded.
Artest was dumbfounded on the spot.
No way?
He quickly turned around.
The New York Knicks were now leading by 3 points, and if Chris Bosh's three-pointer went in, he'd have the chance for a four-point play.
In other words...
His foul could very possibly bury New York, no, all of Su Wan's efforts for the entire game.
"No!"
The "sensible" New York fans were already holding their heads.
Their premonition was not wrong.
The ball went straight through the net.
Chris Bosh, who had been shown up by Su Wan the entire game, also clenched his fist fiercely at this moment and gave the air a forceful punch.
Wade was the first to rush up, passionately bumping chests with him: "Nice, buddy!"
Chris Bosh roared at him, saliva spraying, while Wade did not dodge or avoid, letting the spit splash across his face.
Hmm~
