Rose's change of direction without slowing down immediately drew gasps from some of the longtime fans in the arena.
"Oh, my God! A change of direction without slowing down!"
"My goodness, the Rose is about to bloom again!"
"So this is the legendary change of direction without slowing down!"
All the Lakers players were stunned, especially King Arthur.
He hadn't expected Rose to be this fast.
A 42-year-old old-timer, almost 43, still able to do something like that—it was simply astonishing.
But King Arthur was incredibly fast too. At that moment, he chased after Rose like a cheetah.
After all, chase-down blocks were his specialty.
By the time Rose reached the frontcourt three-point line, King Arthur had caught up to within two steps of him.
If Rose dared to go for a layup or a dunk, he was sure to block it.
Meanwhile, after getting past Hield, Rose raced ahead of everyone, charging down the court.
Though he heard heavy footsteps rapidly closing in behind him, he wasn't the least bit afraid.
That change of direction without slowing down alone told him his body was in great shape tonight. It was as if he'd returned to his younger days.
So he floored it, without slowing down in the slightest.
One step inside the paint, he leaped high into the air.
As he glided through the air, his head was already level with the rim.
He raised the ball high with both hands, his arms extending well above the rim.
He lifted the ball above the rim, then gently dropped it into the basket.
Only then did he land.
Bang—
As he landed, King Arthur's right hand slammed hard against the backboard.
The stanchion rocked back and forth from the force.
But clearly, he was a step too late.
When the