Chapter 205: Glory

Kobe Bryant played three minutes, 1 of 4 shots, scored 2 points, it can be said to dare to fight dare to fight, but it is not the time to fight.
In the three minutes of his presence, the difference between the two sides changed from 71 to 71 to 80 to 75.
The Lakers replaced Eddie Jones with his bravery, but he didn't know if Jones had sat down with his bravery while he was sitting off the court.
This is the second time Bryant has played against the Pistons on behalf of the Lakers, and the performance is not good.
Last time at home, he scored 8 points off the bench, which was a good performance.
Now, his three minutes may affect the final result. After Jones played, the Lakers also want to confirm whether his condition is still the same.
Jones made a breakthrough beyond the three-point line, and a smooth pick like a fairy mortal proved that his good state will continue until the end of the game.
77 to 80
"Good job!"
O'Neill screamed, and half a minute later, Mo Mengchen broke into the rim, and the shark opened his blood and blasted his layup out of bounds.
"Do you think I will make a layup for you?" the shark roared.
This block did not change anything. Mo Mengchen went out of service and Hill held the ball head-on and scored against the defensive jumper.
82 to 77
The Pistons' response was not inferior. At the critical moment, the game became a stage for stars.
No matter how long it passes, personal heroism is the most popular storyline in the United States. In the NBA, the necessity of this plot is far greater than reasonable tactics.
Even Mo Mengchen admitted that sometimes heads-up is above tactics.
Both sides can't defend their opponents by attacking.
Seven minutes left in the fourth quarter, 84 to 79.
O'Neal hit Ratliff's fourth foul tonight with a dunk. The penalty was missed and the Pistons scored a defensive rebound and retaliated.
It's so fast that it can't be recalled.
With 6 minutes remaining, the score was 87 to 84.
The atmosphere became more and more heated, Hill missed a jumper and O'Neal scored a rebound. His eyes were very cold. This is the moment when he was so powerful.
With only 3 points left, as long as one goal is scored or 2+1, there is a chance to equalize the score in the next round.
The opportunity lay ahead, and the shark was determined to start.
Even if the game is over now, O'Neill's stats are enough to shock people. By now, he has scored 32 points, 20 rebounds and 4 blocks.
This data is enough to show his dominance, and he is obviously not satisfied with the current data.
The data must be taken, and the game must be won before the child makes the multiple choice question.
O'Neill's body is like a shackle that traps Ratliff, who can't resist, and his body is like a power forward compared to a big shark.
But this fat man who is taller than him, fatter and more athletic than him, is now fighting a strength battle with him.
Ratliff's strength was defeated by the sharks.
The shark roared and was about to swallow Ratliff alive. At this moment, Mo Mengchen, who was supposed to face Fisher, quickly retracted to a low position, raised his hand, and aimed at O’Neill’s right arm, as if to Interrupt his palm and take a heavy shot.
He did not care about the foul or not, a loud noise, the referee whistle, O'Neill pained the ball and let out a scream.
O'Neill was so angry that he wished to kill Mo Mengchen. His eyes, like the eyes of a hunter, stared at Mo Mengchen like a corpse.
Perhaps worried about the power of the foul, Mo Mengchen approached O'Neal: "You can't win without pennies."
O'Neill's pupils shrank instantly, as if he was about to kill Mo Mengchen. Stepping forward, Buckley saw that the situation was wrong and immediately came up to block Mo Mengchen.
The shark tried his best to maintain his reason and scolded: "Stupid Australian stupid guy, my mother must let you lick this sentence back!"
Mo Mengchen said with a sneer: "Win first and then talk."
Mo Mengchen's foul, coupled with a series of stimuli, O'Neal made all two free throws, Ratliff picked up a rebound and was about to give Mo Mengchen a quick counterattack. Campbell stopped them with a foul.
Mo Mengchen glanced at the timer and the score.
Less than 6 minutes left, 87 to 84.
It should be said that this is still a game with unknown wins and losses. There is still a lot of time and the difference between the points is not big. The chances are equal for the two teams. This game is likely to be played until the last second. Win or lose.
Mo Mengchen does not want to play against the team with the strongest player in active service to the last second, which is a suffocating test for anyone.
Some people want to say that O'Neill is not the strongest in active service?
Let’s just say, like Chamberlain with an average of 50 points per game, Jordan with a big honor in 1989, and James in the 2009 season, although they have not become the final big winners, in terms of personal ability, they are the most of the season. Strong player.
This is also the case with O'Neal. Although Jordan is the first person in the league, it is undoubtedly O'Neal that has the most impact on the game.
Plus Eddie Jones's state is also very hot.
Playing with the Lakers to the last second is not a big win.
Therefore, within three minutes, the game will be divided into wins and losses.
Mo Mengchen called a pick-and-roll with his hands, and Ratliff and Barkley pulled out at the same time. O'Neill and Campbell faced a dilemma. If they come out, the forbidden zone will not be fortified; if they don't come out, these two will have a longer range than one, and they can't let go at all.
Every point is crucial right now. They dare not risk the big space, so the two giants are pulled out at the same time.
At this moment, Hill received Momon Chen’s instructions. At the moment when O’Neill and Campbell pulled out at the same time, he ran to the basket like a flying devil. He jumped directly outside the paint area, grabbed the ball from Mo Mengchen, and pressed The old Byron Scott scored a dunk.
"Grant ignored the defensive strong deduction to score!"
"He made three points!"
"Poor Byron Scott!"
"Veterans don't die, but they are often detained~~~"
Scott raised his hands helplessly. The veteran of the "Performance Moment" era has now reached the last year of his career. His task is to pass on gangs and young people to brag about that year.
His experience is excellent, and his consciousness is extremely strong, but his legs and feet can no longer be compared with his youth.
Before Hill made the free throw, Mormon dust specifically found Ratliff and Barkley and said: "Let Shaq take the ball. Once he attacks, don't hesitate to use your full strength to hit him."
"Don't worry about fouls, we just want him to make free throws!"
At a critical moment, Mo Mengchen sacrificed shark-cutting tactics.
Especially now, O'Neill is so aggressive that he wants to take the ball to destroy the piston every moment. At this time, he didn't come out to help him calm down, he believed only himself, Harris couldn't help him.
The Pistons' defense is puzzling. O'Neill is so dangerous. They actually let him ask for the ball in the low post, without blocking the pass line, and even the people who opposed him are arrogant and don't know the struggle.
Are they crazy?
Fisher only raised his hand and sent out the basketball when his opponent went crazy.
O'Neill shouted and ran away from Ratliff, about to shoot, and Barkley rushed, aiming hard at his right hand.
"Snapped!"
The whole half heard a crunch.
That's the sound of the palm hitting the flesh.
"Your despicable bastards!" O'Neill roared, "There is a kind of one-on-one with me, a bitch!"
Barkley whistled and raised his hand, thinking it was so good.
In just one second, he fell in love with this feeling, and once again thought that he had four fouls to use, he couldn't help but burst into joy.
"Uh hum~~~"
The fat man laughed out loud.
O'Neill made two free throws.
84 to 90
The points almost got bigger, and Mo Mengchen didn't mean to stop. He dribble through the half. Seeing that the Lakers' position defense had been arranged, he got a good body, grabbed the ball and flicked it to the right.
Houston made a three-pointer shot.
"Uh!"
"Alan Houston's three-pointer!"
"Cheers, ladies and gentlemen, these guys are amazing!"
Houston clenched his fists, 93 to 84.
But in the blink of an eye, the score difference has reached 9 points.
There are 4 minutes left in the game.
O'Neill began to be less confident. He was worried about the foul of his opponent. He wasn't as decisive as before. Ratliff actually had room to resist, so he wasted a lot of energy.
Fisher wanted to pass the ball, but O'Neill's position is really terrible. Even if he passed, how would he play? It may also be caught by the other party.
No, it must be passed on to others.
Fischer saw Jones running and prepared to pass.
In an instant, I couldn't tell what it was like. Fisher just picked up the ball, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, because his ball was safe-he thought he was very Safety.
It is precisely because the ball is very unsafe that he will feel this way.
Mo Mengchen's steals do not depend on strength and confrontation, but all rely on anticipation.
Fisher's passing intentions were too obvious. This time, he dared to separate his palms in front of the fish and cut his ball halfway.
"No~~~!"
Fisher roared, and Mo Mengchen flew away.
"Dor.Mo caught the ball!"
"He managed to steal Derek Fisher!"
"Play 1 0 in the frontcourt!"
"NO! He stopped outside the three-point line!"
Mo Mengchen stopped at the three-point line~EbookFREE.me~ pulled up, and the perfect shooting gave him the best feel at this moment, his fingers were rippling, and the basketball flew out of his fingers.
Mo Mengchen took the lead in landing. He faced the audience sideways, facing the VIPs such as Davidson sitting in the frontcourt. The fingers of the ball were like pistols, and they were pointed at the eyebrows.
Please witness.
"Uh!"
"Please witness! Dor.Mo's chasing three-pointer widens the point difference to 12 points! The Lakers requested a timeout!"
The Auburn Mountain Palace, which was called by the tsunami, foreshadowed many, and the lakers' languishing morale also showed a lot.
Ephraim was fully integrated into this atmosphere, and with the audience at the scene, fell into the glory of the man and could not extricate himself.
"Dor.Mo!"
"Dor.Mo!!"
Dor.Mo! ! !