Three-point redemption! It is considered to save James Heat journey, and the Gentleman Thunder s tied three-pointer!

Under the dome of the American Airlines Arena in Miami on June 18, 2013, the scoreboard was scarlet 92:95 burning for the last 19.4 seconds. The trophy cart has slipped into the sidelines, and the golden light pierces the Spurs' bench's jubilant 410. Ray Allen's gaze swept through the dazzling metal reflection - the yellow rope from the Eastern Conference Finals of Philadelphia twelve years ago emerged again, and the sense of humiliation pierced into his spine like an ice cone. He bent down and touched his left heel, where the coolness of the painkiller injection was still left, while Popovich's roar was tearing the air: "Lock the three-point line! Don't give that space to breathe No. 20!" Three minutes ago, the venue was still soaked in the dead silence of the funeral. When Leonard stood on the free throw line, the Spurs bench was already wearing the T-shirt of "The Champion is Born Here". When the second penalty kicked up, Ginobili's clenched fist suddenly hit the seat - the muffled sound became the starting talisman for the counter-rotation of the gear of fate. James's three-pointer iron sound had not yet dissipated. Bosh rose from the ground like a trapped beast between Duncan and Dior, sweeping the ball towards the bottom corner with his fingertips. The figure of No. 20, who was empty, was sliding backward at this moment, with his left heel hanging above the abyss two millimeters outside the three-point line.

"Every day, every training ends." Wade later revealed in the program "The Why", "Thunder will suddenly jump up while sitting on the floor, and then take a step back and shoot until muscle memory becomes instinct." At this moment, Parker's fingertips have been sealed to his eyelashes, but the basketball has taken off in 0.8 seconds - the arc is like a scalpel cutting open the San Antonio's championship curtain, and the white waves swaying in the heart of the net swallowed the breath of the entire city. In the green light of the overtime timer, Allen pounded his chest and screamed, behind him was the silhouette of Bosh kneeling and pointing to the sky, and Duncan's fist hitting the floor - the crack of that punch will forever be etched on the bronze title page of NBA history.

Few people know about this three-point sweat. Since the Celtics era, Allen asked the caddies to deliberately roll the ball to the sideline after training. "After receiving the ball, he took a step back and jumped back, three hundred times a day." Riley recalled the shock of witnessing this scene for the first time. "I thought he was going to go out of bounds, but he could always hover between millimeters. "When he joined the Heat with a veteran's basic salary in 2012, Pat Riley only put a video on the signing table - it was the scene where Allen practiced this skill during the Celtic era. Destiny completed the closed loop at this moment: the bottom corner, marked as "inefficient choice" by the Spurs scout report, finally became a counter-life bullet that pierced the Silver Black Dynasty. When the smoke of overtime dissipates, the score of 103:100 is frozen. In the locker room passage, James hugged Allen tightly and trembled: "You saved my career!" If this ball goes out, the Spurs will win the championship immediately, and the shame of the Heat's Big Three Championships in four years will ignite the crisis of disintegration; Duncan won the sixth championship and chased Jordan, and McGrady finally wore the championship ring between his fingers. And at this moment, all "if" have turned into ashes. On the night of the tiebreak, Bathir scored three points to destroy Green's myth, and James scored 37 points to destroy the inner demon. When the final whistle tear apart San Antonio's summer night, Allen looked up at the sky's ribbons - the trophy cart was slowly sailing back, and the wheels ran over the undried tears on the floor, which was the Argentine galaxy that Ginobili fell when he left the field.

At the Hall of Fame podium eleven years later, Allen raised the crystal basketball model: "That shot does not belong to me, it belongs to all underrated strugglers." There are still two undeleted text messages on his mobile phone: one from James - "I still dream of the dust raised when you retreat"; the other from Bosh - "The rebound is for you, and the glory is for us." And at the San Antonio gym, Leonardga's free throw sounded and echoed all night. When the Revenge Heat won the championship in 2014, he silently mounted the G6 technical statistics inside the locker - under the number of two free throws and one of them, the blood book "no next time".

The bottom corner of the American Airlines Arena is filled with dust of time, and only the floor area that Allen trampled on is as bright as new. When the teenager of the wild court imitated the step back and roared "Bang!", the arc drawn by the basketball connected two parallel space-time and space-one golden road towards the Spurs dynasty, and the other a flame carnival leading to Miami Beach. This three-pointer is like the gate of Janus: on the left is the crack in Duncan shattering the floor, on the right is the glow of James' crown reshaping; pushing down the wheel of the championship trophy will eventually run through all the fates celebrated in advance.