"No one expected us to play the fifth game with Orlando. In the eyes of many experts, we should be home from the third game!"

Dumas gave his speech.

Everyone laughed.

"I'm sorry to let them down because we have to keep moving forward. This is not our end, this is not the end of the story, this is the beginning of everything!"

"The road is at your feet, brothers!"

“123!”

"The following is the best!"

The Pistons team members ran into the field together.

Houston was about to warm up the shot, and Momonchen saw a thick bandage on his left ankle.

"After playing this game, go and do a check."

Mo Mengchen walked to his side and said softly.

"You know?" Houston was stunned.

Mo Mengchen hummed lowly: "Do you think you can hide it from me?"

Houston looked around and was sure no one could hear their conversation before saying, "Thank you for hiding it for me."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not hiding it for you. You're hurt. This is your privacy. You don't want others to know. This is your decision. I have no right to interfere."

"As long as you don't regret it."

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball on the ground and walked to the sidelines to warm up.

"This round of the series actually made it to the fifth game, which was much beyond my expectations."

Walton swears that this is the tenth time Torin said that tonight.

How much does he look down on the Piston?

"Sometimes, we just have to accept things going in a completely opposite direction," Walton said.

Hardawei silently made a three-pointer in the arc, and they didn't expect to hit this point in the first round.

In the Magic's plan, the Pistons are an opponent that can be defeated without much effort.

Now that they have played here, they don’t feel nervous, because they know that as long as they perform normally, the Pistons will not be their opponent.

"Penny, don't give them any chance tonight," O'Neal said, walking to him.

Hardaway nodded.

Afterwards, the starters of both sides played together.

The starting lineup in the fifth game has not changed much from the previous four games. The coaches on both sides are stereotyped coaches who don’t like to adapt or don’t know how to adapt.

The jump ball at the beginning of the previous four games was won by Magic, and of course there would be no accidents tonight.

"Bang!"

O'Neal slapped his hand and the ball flew into Hardaway's hand.

When Hardaway passed halftime, he deliberately used his back to push Mo Mengchen, and then suddenly broke forward.

He failed and Hill replaced the defense in front of him.

At this time, Hardaway suddenly saw Hores Grant's cover and a chance appeared. He threw a one-handed pass directly to the basket without looking at people. The Cobra suddenly dunked and scored the first goal of tonight.

"This pass is so beautiful!"

"Don't, give me the ball!"

After they scored this goal, Hill had a calm face, left this sentence, and ran directly to the frontcourt.

Also known as Jordan's successor, the showdown between the two of them will inevitably attract the attention of others, which is certain.

Mo Mengchen specifically called the pick-and-roll, which can not only wear out Hardaway's fighting spirit, but also face Hardaway head-on as Hill wishes.

Hill was calling out to Hardaway, two Jordan successors who had always been elegant in appearance, made the audience shout loudly.

Devil Mountain's start speed is better than Penny, he broke through his opponent and scored a jump shot from the free throw line.

2 to 2

The biggest difference between Hardaway and Hill is that he will not be so angry that he wants to play back just because Hill deliberately asked him to play the ball.

O'Neal was as vigorous as a beast, his body was low and like a big truck appeared in the parking lot, and one person's tonnage occupied the position of two people.

His body completely submerged Terry Mills behind him. You know, this was O'Neal in the Magic Period.

During the Lakers, he was 40 kilograms more fatter than he is now.

Even now O'Neal, his tonnage is unattainable to ordinary insiders. Hardaway has repeatedly confirmed that no one has set up an ambush next to the Sharks, so he can pass the ball out with confidence.

Once the ball was taken, Mills's doomsday came.

It was too dangerous to get O'Neal at this position because he could come to a threatening position with just one blast, and Mills could not resist.

O'Neal shouted loudly, and under Mills' desperate defense, he smashed an inhuman dunk on his head.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded, and Mills failed to defend O'Neal and even committed a foul.

"Otis, your defense must be kept up in time," Mo Mengchen said.

Thorpe nodded. After his nose was injured, his reaction was indeed a beat slower. How could this happen if it were before?

There is also bad news, that is, O'Neal's free throw feel tonight was pretty good.

He made the first free throw tonight.

5 to 2

He showed off his strong muscles, stared at his opponent tightly, let out a cold snort in his breath, and ran away.

"Does he think it's cool?" Houston darkened his face, "It's not cool at all."

Mo Mengchen happened to see Houston's touch. When he heard him say this, he raised the three fingers of his right hand: Tactic No. 3.

This is Houston's tactic. After seeing this gesture, Houston focused on tactics, and the pain on his feet seemed to be much lessened.

Perhaps because of his more focusedness, he felt that his ankles had recovered.

On the right three-point line, Houston waited for Momonchen to fall into the top of the arc and slowly walked towards the bottom line. His opponent Nick Anderson had no idea of ​​the intention and could only follow him.

Suddenly, Anderson saw Thorpe pick-and-roll at the basket.

A clear and organized tactic appeared in his mind, and he ran to the left to catch the ball with this cover. Isn’t that the case? It must be like this!

The simpler the things are, the easier it is to hide difficult-to-observe mysteries.

Thorpe Wind stood still, Houston rushed over, and Anderson felt unsurprisingly excited because he saw the opponent's tactics.

As soon as he squeezed past Thorpe, Houston turned around, took a detour, and retreated. Anderson was shocked and wanted to keep up, but Thorpe was completely caught.

Damn cover!

Houston cut out from outside the three-point line and Momonchen passed the ball.

Influenced by Mo Mengchen, Houston likes three-pointers more and more. Sometimes, he tries to shoot three-pointers when he can shoot three-pointers. For example, the original ending point was in this tactic. Because Anderson was completely removed, he chose to have greater risks and reward more three-pointers.

"Swish!"

5 to 5

"It's so easy, your defense is like parchment." Houston said with a smile.

O'Neal only said that he was targeting him, and he was angry and wanted to call him back.

He ran to the frontcourt and pressed down on Mills's body.

This time it was no longer a comfortable one-on-one. Thorpe came up to attack before his attack started, and the timing of this attack was just right.

O'Neal wanted to pass the ball to Grant.

In order to make O'Neal more likely to pass the ball, Grant ran over, which made it difficult to get the ball out. The closer the distance, the easier Thorpe is to interfere.

This is a feeling like Grant who has never been hit one on one and never understood.

O'Neal barely passed the ball, Thorpe waved and shot it off.

Hill joined the ball rights battle, and he grabbed the ball and threw it to Mo Mengchen on the outside.

Hardaway quickly retreated, Momonchen moved forward with Houston, as if to have a two-person cooperation.

Hardaway had no choice but to choose one defense, and he naturally chose Mo Mengchen. Hardaway held in the three-point line, and what he didn't expect was that Mo Mengchen actually stopped before the three-point line was shortened. The two were one meter apart, and this space was enough for him.

Hardaway realized something was wrong and interfered, it was too late.

"Swish!"

“8 to 5!”

"Dor.Mo told the Orlando people with an unreasonable counterattack three-pointer: We are not good at coming!"
To be continued...