However, it was obvious that Popovich also knew James had overreacted to that play, and Tang Tian's actions weren't wrong.

The referee made the final ruling after watching the replay.

A foul on both Tang Tian and James.

Hearing the result, Popovich angrily rushed over to protest.

But after the protest, he turned around and walked back.

Clearly, the call favored the Heat, but that's what a Game 7 home court for the Heat was like.

His protest was to put pressure on the referee; it was part of the game, something he had experienced before.

Tang Tian didn't even go forward at this point.

It was fortunate it was still the Stern era; if it were the Xiao Hua era, he probably would have gotten a technical foul.

Double foul, possession unchanged, the game continued.

With the earlier conflict, plus Popovich's pressure, the referee's whistle was noticeably tighter than before.

The game was a bit fragmented, and the boos from the crowd were constant, but the tension on the court gradually came under control.

The referees' abilities in this series were clearly up to par.

The situation remained deadlocked, with the Heat once pulling the difference out to 6 points, but the Spurs quickly caught up.

When the game entered the final minute, the score was tied at 101!

Breen used his decades of professional commentary to make a very accurate prediction: both sides were indeed standing on the same starting line at the final moment.

The final minute would decide the ultimate NBA championship!

The fans in the arena had all stood up.

Viewers in front of the TV also stood up involuntarily.

For this minute, everyone’s backside was on fire, unable to sit still!

"Let's go! Heat!"

The arena was filled with twenty thousand fans chanting in unison.

James held the ball at the arc. After the Heat's frontcourt cross play didn't create an opportunity, he directly signaled to spread out for an isolation play.

With a dribble between his legs, he directly pulled up for a three-pointer!

Leonard lunged out for the block, his big hand covering James's vision.

It was a tough shot!

"Swish!"

But it went in!

James, hit a clutch three-pointer!

The cheers in the arena exploded.

They were actually seeing James hit a clutch three-pointer!

"MVP! MVP!"

The crowd was already chanting MVP in unison.

Including that three-pointer, James had already scored 30 points tonight; he was really doing everything he could for Miami, and for himself, to win this championship!

The last 50 seconds!

Popovich didn't call a timeout.

He left the choice to his players on the court.

"Defense! Defense!"

The shouts from the Heat's side were deafening.

As long as they defended this possession, they would likely take the championship!

The Spurs were still running their plays, and James was guarding Tang Tian!

He was fulfilling what he'd said to Ray Allen, not letting Tang Tian hit another clutch three-pointer!

Tang Tian came around the screen set by Leonard, receiving Parker's pass to shoot.

James contested with an interference block.

The ball barely flew past James's fingertips, heading towards the basket.

The cheers in the arena paused, and the fans held their breath.

Tang Tian's shot...

"Clank!"

James defended well, and Tang Tian's three-pointer didn't go in!

Cheers erupted in the arena.

They could celebrate the championship!

O'Neal also slapped the table.

"The Heat..."

But he choked back what he was about to say.

Duncan, old Duncan, was under the basket, jumping up to grab the offensive rebound amidst the double-team of Bosh and Wade!

The Big Fundamental wasn't old yet!

His performance in this year's Finals wasn't as good as last year's, but he definitely wouldn't be soft at a crucial moment!

After grabbing the ball, he turned to attack, and James flew over to help defend.

But he didn't shoot; instead, he turned and flicked the ball to the outside.

An opportunity for Tang Tian to receive the ball.

He faked out Ray Allen, who was diving towards him, and then shot.

This opportunity was clearly better than the last one.

Time was already inside 30 seconds; if he still couldn't hit this three-pointer, then the Spurs would basically lose!

"Don't go in! Don't go in!"

All the Heat fans were chanting "Don't go in!" silently.

Everyone watched the spinning basketball.

The ball passed its highest point and began to fall.

The trajectory was perfect.

The force was just right.

"Swish!"

The basketball went through the net cleanly!

After missing the previous shot, Tang Tian's second three-point attempt went in!

Clutch player!

Big heart!

You're still the man!

The Heat called a timeout!

Barkley was smiling like an idiot in the commentary booth!

"Fxck! How can this 21-year-old guy be so accurate!"

O'Neal was really convinced.

Tang Tian was a role player! But at crucial moments, he could always play like a superstar!

"That's the role of a shooter."

Miller said with a hearty laugh from the side.

As a three-point shooter himself, he felt genuinely happy to see Tang Tian's outstanding performance on the Finals stage.

"It's okay, look ahead, it's just tied, we have the last possession, believe in ourselves, we can score!"

On the Heat's bench, Spoelstra said loudly to the Heat players.

With the last 27 seconds, the Heat theoretically had the chance to hold the ball for the last shot and attempt a game-winner.

Even if they didn't score, defending would give them a chance to go to overtime.

When the timeout ended, the Spurs replaced Parker with Green.

Because they hadn't called a timeout earlier, they had one left, so they could make substitutions even when the ball wasn't dead, giving them much greater flexibility.

The players from both teams walked onto the court. James suddenly pulled Wade aside and said a few words to him.

When the timeout ended, James dribbled the ball up to the frontcourt and began to dribble at the arc to run down the clock.

The last possession would definitely be held until within 10 seconds, not leaving the Spurs too much time.

With 10 seconds left on the Heat's shot clock and about 14 seconds left in the game,

James gestured, and Wade suddenly came up for a screen.

Spoelstra's expression faltered at this moment; this wasn't the play he had drawn up.

James didn't run the play after coming onto the court!

Clearly, James wanted to end the game in a tough way.

By scoring the game-winning shot with Tang Tian defending him!

Being hit with clutch shots by a role player time and time again, and having had a conflict with him today as well.

He had a temper too!

Spoelstra looked a bit complicated at this time, but what could he do since it was James.

And a one-on-one against Tang Tian was indeed feasible, after all, it was a mismatch.

Wade screened Leonard, and James seized this moment to start moving.

But what he didn't expect at all was that after seeing Wade go to set the screen, Tang Tian stopped directly and stood his ground!

"Bang!"

Tang Tian was directly knocked out of bounds by James and rolled three times along the floor.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, indicating an offensive foul on James!

James stood there holding the ball, looking dazed.

The arena was filled with boos.

The referee was also a bit dazed after blowing the whistle; just now...it seemed like a charge, right?

Spoelstra protested loudly on the sidelines. If an offensive foul was called, the Heat would directly commit a turnover and give the ball away!

Coaches have the right to review replays in the last two minutes, and the game entered a timeout.

A slow-motion replay of the play appeared on the LED screen.

Tang Tian did stand still and didn't move; James wanted to hurry, and after accelerating, he couldn't stop in time.

As for rolling three times, that was purely Tang Tian's acting skills at work.

But regardless, it was a correct call.

Spoelstra raised his head and saw the replay, then looked down at Tang Tian on the other side.

Being able to make a decision in an instant at a time like this.

You're a devil...

Or a genius...