109 to 94

With a 15-point gap, the Lakers beat the Pistons.

"The game is over, both sides will play seven games. Ladies and gentlemen, see you in three days!"

O'Neal and Kobe are the most dazzling stars tonight.

The Shark scored 42 points and 23 rebounds like a beast eating. This is the data belonging to the ancient beast. It is precisely because of his data that Kobe's 32 points and 10 assists look a bit "mediocre".

Mo Mengchen was wearing a towel, not sure whether he had forgotten or something. He put his appearance uniform on the bench and did not accept interviews from the on-site reporters. He turned around and walked towards the player passage.

That night, Westfar still attended the press conference with Mo Mengchen and Hill.

No media gloats, even for the Lakers, they are just escaping from death.

The game three days later determines who can laugh to the end.

"You can't just double-team Shaq, you want to double-team him with a vicious double-team. You need courage. You know you will get a few elbows - in fact, no one in our team is willing to defend against Shaq." Hill tactfully stated that O'Neal had extra moves when attacking.

Westfal is not as polite as a top student, and this is a question worthy of attention: "He poked you slightly with his elbow - the referee's eyes were very small - but you couldn't stand it. Because he was too strong, he could lose balance with a slight moment. If the rules allow him to do this, then no one in the world can defend him. No one."

Momonchen Bishir was calmer and calmer than Westfal. He didn't want to explore these things that could not be changed: "The Lakers played a good game."

That's it, he said so much.

As long as he doesn't want to, the reporter will never get any explosive points from him.

On the Lakers, their press conference was like a celebration night to win the championship.

First it was Kobe.

"People always say we can't coexist, but Shaq and I both know how to make each other happen," Kobe said.

They seemed to have forgotten how tense the relationship was before tonight.

Then there was the shark, he said happily: "Bryant has been preparing for this moment for a long time, and he knows that the time for him is coming."

The Zen master announced in a high profile: "We finally found the heart of the champion. The Pistons were completely hammered by us. The Lakers will win the championship. Because we have two top players. When you start blocking one, the other will come to you to pay the price."

The Shark remains the focus of the press conference because he knows how to activate the atmosphere.

A reporter from Los Angeles deliberately asked Shark: "Shake, if it were you, what would you do to protect yourself from tonight?"

Hearing this question, the Shark pretended to be serious and said, "No, I can't defend it. I will run away and tell the coach that I can't defend it. I will go home and hide in the bed, calling on my mother's help, and I will be so scared that I wet the bed. I hope everyone on the Pistons will be happy tonight."

There was a burst of hilarious hilariousness at the scene.

At the end of the press conference, O'Neal published a quote that could become a classic or a classic joke: "From today, I hope you call me Great Aristotle. I'm not kidding, please remember my words."

"Aristotle once said: What we do repeatedly every day creates us, and then you will find that excellence is not an act, but a habit."

The Shark said heroically: "This is the attitude I want to express. My era has arrived. We will win the championship in three days. Kobe and I will lead the Lakers to reshape their glory and achieve more brilliant success than the Lakers in the performance moment era!"

There was a burst of cheers and applause at the scene, and the press conference like a celebration came to an end successfully.

In the next three days, there were often news about this and that, mostly about the Lakers.

The only news about the Pistons is Brad Miller's official follow-up punishment.

"After Brad Miller's irrational behavior during the finals, we discussed and banned a game and fined $50,000."

If possible, the Pistons are even willing to pay a $150,000 fine for Miller and don't want him to be banned.

Although Miller is just a substitute who averages 20 minutes of playing time, he is a main player of the maze tactics and one of the initiators of the Princeton system, and he dominates these two tactics specifically used to deal with the Lakers.

A ban on the game means that he is destined to be unable to make a appearance in the tiebreak.

Then, the piston's maze tactics will become dangerous semi-finished products, and the Princeton tactics will lack a high-level axis.

To the outside world, the Pistons just lost a role player.

Only the Pistons themselves, and their opponents, the Lakers, know how much impact Miller was suspended.

June 18

Mo Mengchen spent the whole day training like an ascetic.

June 19

The day before the game, he used all his attribute points to increase the interfered three-point shooting from 80 to 97.

His overall evaluation has not changed, and there is no change during training. He knows that this change will only be reflected in the competition.

But he generally doesn't shoot too many unreasonable pulls, and improves his interfered three-point shooting. It's just that because the seventh game is approaching, he has room for improvement, so he simply improves this.

Today, training is still with him.

Miller was suspended, and the Pistons' preparations were different from the previous games.

The maze tactics and Princeton were temporarily abandoned, and the tiebreak battle will be a bloody battle full of confrontation and hand-to-hand combat.

That night, Mo Mengchen returned to the hotel and did nothing else.

As the war was approaching, he called his home.

Ephraim gave him advice, although most of them were unpredictable methods - such as the offensive foul that made a shark... Momonchen suspected that Ephraim wanted to be a vain, but he had no evidence - he listened very relaxed, just as before the plot of Friends became silly, he and Ephraim enjoyed watching TV.

"Did you know? Sogra cried today."

"Oh, why?"

"He watched your game video."

The one-month-old child watched my game video and cried?

Should I be proud or sad?

"I'll try to play a game that makes him laugh tomorrow night." Mo Mengchen said with a bitter smile.

Then, they said good night to each other.

Mo Mengchen hung up the phone and screamed in his stomach.

Obviously, it is (whole) hungry.

Mo Mengchen is willing to be distracted by anything other than the game. He has many things now, but he doesn't want to waste it in the game tomorrow night.

At this moment, the conspiracy and tricks have expired.

In the seventh game, Miller was suspended at home and the team was in poor morale.

No factor is favorable.

For this championship that has been separated by more than ten years, the Lakers will definitely bring out great momentum to cheer for the team, and anything may happen tomorrow night.

There are so many unfavorable factors, but Mo Mengchen doesn't want to think too much.

Because, after all, to win a championship, you need absolute strength.

As long as you are strong enough, the so-called disadvantage is just an excuse for your opponent to comfort yourself.

Mo Mengchen opened the door and ran into Hill.

Contrary to Dor.Mo, he was so nervous that he couldn't stay in the room, holding a ball in his hand, obviously trying to find a place to practice.

"Save some effort and don't do useless things."

"Where are you going?"

Hill didn't expect that Mo Mengchen was so heartless that he was so angry that he was still in a mood to go out for a walk?

"Find something to eat." Mo Mengchen turned around and asked, "Are you here?"

Hill said: "Wait for me, I'll put the ball back."

The picky Dor.Mo and the Devil Mountain, which was not drunk during the game, searched for a long time, and could only buy some beer and some barbecue in the restaurant. Then the two of them returned to the hotel and entertained themselves on the balcony.

"Are you not worried about tomorrow night's game at all?"

"I'm worried," I'm worried that you're like the Eastern Conference Finals in 1998. Mo Mengchen didn't say the second half because he didn't want to put too much pressure on Hill.

Mo Mengchen continued: "It is useless to worry, so it is better to think of something good."

"Good thing, like?"

"Ephraim just called and told me that Sogra had cried this morning."

"Is that?" Hill said in surprise, "Congratulations! A baby who can cry is a baby with a soul!"

Hill's attention was diverted, but he shouldn't have asked this question: "Why did he cry?"

"According to Ephraim, Sogra watched our game and cried."

The bitter alcohol spread in his mouth, Hill swallowed it with difficulty, looking at the brightly lit scenery outside the window.

Otherwise, why do you say that this is Angel City? There is no such thing as night in this city.

The lights are brightly lit and it is endless all night.

"We will definitely win tomorrow night," Hill said, "right?"

“No doubt.”

We will definitely win.

Then they didn't say anything anymore, just ate barbecue and drank small wine. After the alcohol attack, they might still imagine how exciting it would be when they won.
Chapter completed!