Chapter 132: Are you trying to kill him?

Hill Middle Road flying layup;
O'Neal responded with a low post and turned to pick the basket, Terry Mills couldn't help him.
Hill beat back and then advanced.
Hardaway broke through to eat Mormon Dust, and came to take down the ball-sharing shark. The latter made a slam dunk, which caused excitement.
The third section is basically Devil Mountain VS Shark and Penny.
Hill did everything he could, no matter how offensive and defensive, he achieved the ultimate. He scored 14 points in a single quarter, and made everything possible to keep the point difference at 10 points.
After three quarters, the Magic led the Pistons 71 to 60 with 11 points.
At this point, Hill has scored 28 points, 11 rebounds and 6 assists.
He was very tired and needed help urgently.
If at this time there is a scoring point similar to Alan Houston, his pressure will be reduced a lot.
Hill also wanted to know if Houston could play. His eyes fell on team doctor David Wise.
Wise said: "It depends on Alan himself. His ankle was sprained, but he didn't hurt his bones. He can walk freely. If he comes with injuries, his injury is at risk."
Hearing Wise say this, Hill no longer thought of letting Houston play with injuries.
However, Houston's willingness to play is extremely strong.
"Let me fight! I'm fine, I can fight! I can't sit here and watch them get beaten up!" Houston yelled.
Mo Mengchen said: "Sit down."
"Tell them that I can persevere, and I can continue to fight!" Houston said excitedly, holding Mo Mengchen's arm.
"Of course you can play, but you will take a huge risk for this. We can't let you take the risk to play the game, you just sit off the court."
At this moment, O'Neill turned into a fierce beast. After picking up and running, he ran down instantly. He knew that this would create a scoring opportunity.
Hill misplaced his defense to his side and took a forward defense.
Any experienced and skillful defender knows how to feed the center in this situation, but when O'Neal lifts his hand high, Hardaway sends it to him.
Hill didn't do anything. O'Neill had a bomb under his feet and burst into an instant. His hands smashed and scored.
73 to 60
"The point difference has reached 13 points. Will this be the watershed of this game?" Turing asked.
"It's not easy to say whether it's a watershed, but it must be a moment worth remembering, as if we should remember that the first person to enter space was Gagarin, although he was a Soviet..."
Wharton shuffled, and Hill rushed to Momenchen for the ball.
His revenge was very fierce, and he passed the defender in an instant, then dodged the drawbar under the basket, avoided the shark's block, and also avoided Grant's interference, making a layup from an extremely tricky angle.
In many cases, this is Hill's first step in saving the Pistons.
If he can maintain this performance until the end, the significance of this game is no less than Jordan's "theshot".
Unfortunately, this was not the beginning of the Pistons' Jedi counterattack, but Hill's final struggle.
O'Neal catches the ball again in the low post. He fiercely knocks away Mills and dunks in the envelope to score.
"They fouled!" O'Neill shouted.
Even at the Magic's home court, the referee will sympathize with O'Neill's opponent, just as the neutral commentator will always favor the weaker side for the effect of the show, and the referee will be the same.
O'Neal was too strong in the post, resulting in a high standard for the referee to be fouled.
Hill tried his best, but it was a pity that his oil storage seemed exhausted.
He broke through Denis Scott again, the opponent's defense was surprisingly bad, which is why he can score 25 points per game higher than the regular season 5 points in this series.
In the face of this opponent who has been beaten countless times by himself, Hill has no waves in his heart, he is ready to break through.
The first step was still too fast to dare to blink, and it was also at the moment when the defense was breached that Nick Anderson made up and cut Hill's ball just like Jordan stolen the semifinals last year.
"Nick stole the ball!"
"Nick fast break!"
"Slam dunk! 76 to 61, the point difference reached 15 points, only 4 minutes passed in the fourth quarter, the point difference has reached 15 points, the Pistons requested a timeout!"
"It seems that Orlando is about to pack the victory into his pocket."
Wharton is not surprised by this. He likes Mo Mengchen and Hill to be true, but it is also true that the Magic is far stronger than the Pistons.
This series of matches is incredible.
Hill was sweating, and his physical strength and endurance were at their limits. The 15-point difference put him under heavy pressure.
Anyway, he is just a 24 year old, but now he is carrying the whole team in the playoffs.
It goes without saying that he can no longer remember.
With O'Neill and Hardaway joining forces, his vitality alone is unsustainable.
Collins also panicked. If it weren't Hill, the Pistons might be trashed in the third quarter.
"Coach, we need to defend inside."
"And..." Mo Mengchen looked down at Houston, "Our outside need to add a point."
Collins was stunned: "But... Alan's ankle."
Mo Mengchen stared at the CIC King: "Assure me that you are only responsible for scoring and running back."
"Can't I defend?" Houston has never played a non-defensive game. Although his defense is not good, his defense is serious every round.
Mo Mengchen really didn't expect him to make this decision.
"I don’t know the specifics of your ankles. Therefore, you can’t move laterally anymore, which will put a huge burden on your ankles. If you don’t accept it, you can’t play. If you are worried about the injury, I can also reject my proposal, I understand." Mo Mengchen said.
Houston knows how Momo Chen resists playing with injuries.
If even Mo Mengchen asked him to bring his injury to play, one can imagine how far this game has reached, they have been forced into desperation.
Houston nodded: "I agree!"
Collins sighed secretly, and replaced Houston and Ratliff.
When Houston agreed to play with injuries, Mo Mengchen was not surprised, because he knew that this simple-minded guy would not consider so many consequences.
Knowing that this thing would happen, until it happened, Mo Mengchen was still touched.
"It's not over yet," Mo Mengchen whispered, "at least not now."
Ratliff serves Mo Mengchen.
Houston started to run, and his ankle injury affected his movement. It can be seen that his running speed is much slower than usual.
Even so, he is still the best player without the team.
Along the way, two screens were received. Houston's left position was empty and Mo Mengchen waved it into place.
Uh!
53 to 76
"I can't think of it, you still insist." Hardaway said with a smile.
Mo Mengchen said: "If we did something that made you think we would give up the game, I regret it."
Hardaway slowed down, he sold flaws, trying to lure Mo Mengchen to steal.
Mo Mengchen stared at his ball, he would never be deceived by such obvious flaws, seemingly within reach of the ball, in fact, if he took a risky shot with him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"It's so boring, don't you have a sense of adventure?"
As soon as the penny's voice fell, it rushed to the right.
Mo Mengchen turned to look, he found that Nick Anderson was outside the three-point line, and Houston was covered by Grant.
Anderson shot three points.
"The goal is scored!"
79 to 53
The spread continues to widen, and fans at the scene are cheering, as if the victory of the game has been accepted.
"So desperate!" Turing said, "I feel desperate for them."
"Sorry." Houston said to his teammates.
"Now is not the time to apologize." Mo Mengchen threw the ball to Ratliff. "Once Shaq receives the ball in the low post, you immediately foul."
Ratliff couldn't understand: "Aren't he directly on the free throw line? The number of fouls has already reached."
Mo Mengchen's eyes were cold, and he said with certainty: "I just want him to get to the free throw line."
"Wow, your eyes are scary, are you angry? But can that change anything? Look at the score, you lost!"
The big score leads Penny's mood to relax.
Mo Mengchen likes to tease him. Coincidentally, Penny likes to do the same.
Mo Mengchen swayed forward in a tentative step, and the left hand dribble would start a breakthrough. The penny was clearly seen by the penny, and after resisting, he smiled and said, "I know that your left hand is not a weakness, and you hide well!"
In the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen dribble behind his back, leaning against the penny's body and turning around. The human ball also broke through Hardaway.
Hardaway wanted to catch up, but Mo Mengchen's gave him a reactionary force before getting rid of him.
Hardaway completely lost his defense.
In the paint area, Mo Mengchen collected the ball and grabbed the ball with one hand. O'Neill did not know why he could hold the ball so firmly with the size of his palm.
In front of the big shark, Mo Mengchen made a fake move that everyone would be cheated, so that O'Neal directly backed up and put it on Ratliff's body, the basket was empty.
Mo Mengchen followed the layup and scored.
55 to 69
Mo Mengchen looked at the stunned Ratliff: "Remember what I said!"
Collins on the field immediately saw a defensive adjustment that was definitely not his advice.
The space in the paint area is opened~EbookFREE.me~O'Neill got the one-on-one space he dreamed of.
"What are you doing?" Collins yelled.
"Are you looking for death?"
The other party is willing to be the beauty of an adult. How can Hardaway live up to his good intentions, with a certain heel and hanging in place.
"Ah~~!"
O'Neill shouted, ready to devour Ratliff, and at the moment he started, Ratliff made the most fierce foul on him since the opening.
The shark fell and was in the heartless foul of the opponent.
Ratliff raised his hand and admitted that the foul was faster than the referee's whistle.
When he raised his hand, the referee was still in shock.
God, after playing the game for so many years, for the first time seeing such a ruthless foul, are you trying to kill him?