470: 176: Title Page (Request for Monthly Pass!)_3 470: 176: Title Page (Request for Monthly Pass!)_3 The first quarter of the ga, O’Neal brutally scored 13 points.
As a regular comntator for New York, Marv Albert found it difficult to watch, “Patrick is experiencing everything David went through in 1995!”
But New York fans were still cheering because after Shaq nearly demolished the entire paint, the Knicks were still ahead by 3 points.
Michael Jordan was in control of everything.
Of course, this wasn’t because Jordan had beco five years younger overnight, nor was it just because Jordan was thoroughly angry.
There was another very important reason—the stamina of Dominique Wilkins and Harper had seriously declined, and the fatigue from the long season was slowly dragging them down.
Their defensive energy lasted only minutes before they beca sluggish.
The once indestructible “wall” of the Magic Team began to show cracks under Jordan’s fierce assault.
As the cracks multiplied, the wall would completely collapse.
Roger scored only 6 points in the first quarter, but it was the easiest first quarter he had played in the series.
Because he didn’t try to force his way through, he didn’t have to wrestle with Knicks players, which saved him a lot of energy.
He knew his mission, it didn’t matter if they were a little behind now, as long as the score remained close.
In the second quarter, the pick-and-roll between Jordan and Ewing went back online.
Roger personally took on the defense, each ti striving to get around the mountain-like stable Ewing, not giving Jordan too much space to shoot.
Yet, faced with Roger’s blockade, Jordan only had to lean back slightly to get the angle for a successful shot!
Shooting touch is a mysterious thing, but it has traceable patterns.
The relentless daily training of Michael Jordan, those solo jump shots in an empty gym, ti after ti, that fearless heart at any ti, all made Michael Jordan more likely to have hot shooting nights than other people.
Role players occasionally explode for high scores; Brandon Jennings scored 55 points in just the seventh ga of his career.
The difference is, ordinary players may have only that one great night in their entire career.
Then, like a teor that has burned out, they disappear without a trace.
Great players, on the other hand, can create greatness more frequently.
They are not shooting stars crossing the night sky but stars that hang in the sky forever.
In the second quarter, Jordan scored 12 points, 25 for the half, leading the Knicks to a 6-point lead at halfti.
Shaq had 10 points in the quarter, 23 for the half, but he couldn’t withstand Jordan’s outburst.
Considering the pattern of the previous gas, where Jordan and Roger alternately exploded, this ga seed to be Michael Jordan’s turn to make a move.
At halfti, Magic coach Brian Hill was interviewed courtside.
Yet in the interview, viewers in front of the TV could only hear two sounds.
The first sound, the entire Madison Square Garden was chanting “Puppy Brian,” mocking Brian Hill, who held two rings, as a “leashed dog winning coach.”
The second sound, Knicks die-hard fan Spike Lee ran behind the cara and yelled, “As long as we have Michael, we won’t lose!”
Madison Square Garden, a nightmare for many years, they beca losers under Roger’s feet here many tis.
But on this night, when Jordan was on fire, and Roger perford modestly, the New York Knicks seed to finally overco this fate.
In the locker room, Michael Jordan was gasping for air, drinking Gatorade.
The murderous look in his eyes made the whole team afraid to speak to him.
But he was talking to himself, “Tonight, no one can make retire!
Fuck the scenery, what I want is eternal greatness!”
Phil Jackson, the mastermind adept at manipulating people’s hearts, noticed sothing, and after setting up the strategy, he put down the marker, “Michael, before the start of the second half, do you have anything you want to say to everyone?”
Jordan wiped his sweat, pulled his No.
23 jersey back on, and stood up.
Everyone was staring at him, all willing to follow him.
He had so much he wanted to say, so much frustration.
Finally, he glared with those brown eyes already ablaze, waving his arms, “Stop them at all costs, defeat them, tear them apart!
No eternity?
No, our legacy never fades!”
Patrick Ewing was the first to respond, this was, after Georgetown University head coach John Thompson’s “Let’s go out and fight this motherfucker now,” the most inspiring sentence to Ewing.
He stood up, pounding his chest, “Let’s go!”
Then the entire Knicks team stood up, like a herd of frenzied buffalo, ready to rush onto the court and destroy everything in their path.
Phil Jackson was pleased with the team’s state, and he could confirm that Jordan had read the book he had given him.
At least, the title page.
So in the third quarter, the Knicks ramped up their ferocity even further.
Their defense was so fierce it was like street fighting, and O’Neal was starting to struggle in the paint.
He complained to the referees several tis that Ewing and Oakley were literally attempting to silence him, but the referees just spread their hands, “Dead n don’t talk, Shaq.”
They were allowing an even stronger level of physicality than the first half.
The Knicks maintained this defensive intensity.
Is Oak Tree too tired?
OK, four-ti All-Defensive Team player, nicknad “Buck” Buck Williams, would co in, join forces with Ewing and wrestle with O’Neal.
If that wasn’t enough, Larry Johnson could move to the power forward spot, teaming up with the big man to forge an ironclad defensive line.
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