O'Neal was invincible in the inside, but strangely, after the first half, the Magic were still 5 points behind 49-44.

O'Neal showed off his might, with 21 points and 11 rebounds in the first half. Such data is a data that can only be obtained by many insiders until the end of the game, but for him, it is easy.

Throughout the half, he fought with every inside player of the Pistons.

The opponents changed one after another, only one thing remained unchanged.

O'Neal can blow it up in every way.

He beat every opponent, but the score difference has not narrowed.

"Bill, what do you think is the problem?" Thurin asked.

Walton laughed: "If only the lions of the lions have combat power, they cannot become the fearsome kings of the grassland. I mean, the Magic team tonight is as if only Shaq is playing, and the others have become the audience on the field who shook the flag and shouted."

"You mean, the Magic became a one-man team?"

"Yes, Shaq has done everything he can do, and the reason is someone else."

Forced the Magic into a one-man team and put O'Neal in a tough battle is exactly the Pistons' strategy, and they have done a good job so far.

"We can't expect Penny to be depressed all night, you have to do something more, Shaq's physical strength will soon be unable to hold on, this is our opportunity!"

Collins shouted.

In the entire locker room, he was the only voice.

"Otis, how is your nose?"

Thorpe is not here, Momonchen has no bottom.

Although Thorpe is not the kind of superstar who can dominate both offense and defense, as a blue-collar worker with championship experience and starting skills on any team, he is crucial to the current Pistons.

Mo Mengchen was not only used to him at the basket, but also his pick-and-roll and cover.

When he needs to score, he can stand up and get some points.

Such a good player is hard to come by, and it is no wonder that after he leaves, the Rockets' road to defending the title will be so difficult.

Thorp said: "I will play in the next game."

Next game? So what should I do in the second half tonight?

Mo Mengchen thought.

After the first goal in the second half, Mo Mengchen broke through Hardaway after the pick-and-roll.

Hardaway's defense made him wonder. He seemed to have received some instructions and no longer bothered by whom he defended behind the pick-and-roll.

He got an incredibly affirmative instruction - anyway, the one who defends you.

This made Hardaway's goal clear. Although he still struggled against the pick-and-roll, it was better than the team becoming four-defense and five after encountering the pick-and-roll.

This is not a good sign. Mo Mengchen broke through to the basket to attract helping defense, and then passed the ball to Mills in front of O'Neal.

Mills aimed at the basket and made a precise shot guide.

51 to 44

"Damn it, don't let them shoot!"

O'Neal shouted.

He was very dissatisfied with the Pistons' game strategy. What's the point of such a confrontation? Even if he died in the inside, he had to die on the outside. As a result, they actually sent two kites who liked to shoot outside to fight him.

O'Neal couldn't take the game calmly, especially when he was behind in the score and he didn't play well.

However, Hardaway, who had abnormal emotions in the first half, suddenly fell silent.

No ball?

Mo Mengchen found Hardaway running over with his hands empty-handed.

"Coach let me know that I should play in a different way, you can wait and see." Hardaway's words surrounded Mo Mengchen's ears.

At this time, Hardaway's body suddenly flashed. Mo Mengchen realized that this was a fake move. He wanted to cut in... In an instant, Mo Mengchen felt that someone was holding back. Looking back, it was Grant who helped Hardaway cover him.

Faced with Hardaway, who was cutting in at full speed, Ratliff was unable to catch up.

Brian Shaw threw the ball into the air casually, and Hardaway jumped up with all his might, grabbed the ball with one hand in the air, and slashed hard at the basket.

“Penny~~~Hardaway!”

“Penny!”

The audience shouted at Hardaway's nickname, and the response this button attracted was quite impressive.

This is a very bad signal for the Pistons, and their opponents are very likely to take advantage of this dunk.

"Mo?"

Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers.

His teammates all know what this means - scalpel tactics.

"I accepted your opinion. Even a player as good as me cannot leave his teammates. You are right."

"Yeah?"

As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Mills stepped forward to pick-and-roll. At the same time, Hill and Houston ran alternately, Mo Mengchen broke through, and an X-ray running map was formed on the field.

Just look closely and you will find that their location is particularly interesting.

In an instant, three opportunities appeared.

The riot caused by Mo Mengchen's breakthrough after he broke through and even allowed Hill to get a three-meter-long space.

His open space was too big. Even if Mo Mengchen didn't believe his three-pointer, there was no better passer than him at this time.

Hill received the ball and shot three-pointer.

"Swish!"

"It's over. Even those who averaged one three-pointer per game scored three-pointers. You'll lose tonight."

Mo Mengchen said jokingly, running past Hardaway.

A three-pointer offset the impact of Hardaway's all-match dunk.

What's worse is that they are now 7 points behind.

They kept scoring and the Pistons didn't stop, nothing was more troublesome than this.

It seems like they have no use to score.

"Damn it, give me the ball!"

O'Neal is an impatient person. He doesn't allow his opponent to catch up. He is going to eliminate the bud now.

This is more important than anything else.

O'Neal's eyes gradually became colder, and then the ball flew into his hand, and he was about to attack.

"Bang!"

"When will he..."

Hardaway's mind was blank. He was running just now and wanted to take Mo Mengchen away. Mo Mengchen, who should have been following him, appeared beside O'Neal and hit his ball down.

"Give it back to me!"

In a rage, O'Neal pushed Momonchen down from behind.

"Beep!"

"Technical foul!"

O'Neal's third foul was still a technical foul.

"Damn bastard!" O'Neal became more and more angry, and he finally knew what the problem was.

It's this guy! This rookie who has a very bad reputation for a star player.

He has no respect for his seniors, and his mouthful of trash can make people stand up for the fence, and he has a lot of tricks. Payton calls the so-called "to kill him quickly" bastard.

It's him!

Mo Mengchen slowly stood up and Hill stepped forward to greet him.

"I hope Shaq doesn't end you this time," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen asked back, "You seem to be looking forward to it?" "Where is it? I think evil people like you should be in trouble for thousands of years." Hill said with a smile.

"Even you are alive, how dare I die?" Mo Mengchen didn't even look at O'Neal, walked straight forward, preparing to execute a free throw for a technical foul.

Two free throws.

If both free throws are made, the Pistons will lead by 9 points and have the ball.

It was in this round that they could pull the gap to 11 points.

They were originally at a disadvantage in their strength, but now they had the opportunity to expand their lead to double digits in the third quarter. For many experts who think they are very familiar with basketball, this is a slap in the face.

Swish.
To be continued...