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Chapter 171 Amomum Pig Heart
Glenn Rice found that the process of the game was not at all what he expected before the game.

The group of brats on the opposite side didn't look nervous at all.

Especially O'Neal, in just 2 minutes of the opening, he destroyed his inside line.

That's right, destroy.

John Sely has been fouled twice and rested off the court.

And these two fouls were all 2+1.
This means that O'Neal has scored 2 points in the opening 4 minutes.

You ask why it is not considered an additional penalty?
Ha ha. . .

That's right, O'Neill made two additional free throws and missed one.

But even so, Glenn Rice felt a chill.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the Magic player who was defending him in front of him.

"Sprewell!" He was very impressed with this player, and this was a deep memory brought to him during the regular season.

But now, he got even worse, and he seemed to be hanging on Glen Rice.

"It's just a mad dog!" Glenn Rice cursed secretly, leaning on Sprewell to fight inside, and then turned around and shot a jumper.

The instant he took off, Sprewell was already on his feet.

Looking at the hand as if it was about to touch the ball, Glen Rice subconsciously adjusted the arc of the shot.

So, he yelled right away.

"Backboard!"

At this time, a figure suddenly rushed past Glenn Rice, and then another.

Finally, a player with the ball sprinted past him into the frontcourt at high speed.

Only Glen Rice is left with a big back number "1" and the surname on the back number.

"DeWeese!"

Glen Rice watched in desperation as DeWeese handed the ball to an open wing to Nick Anderson, who jumped up and dunked the ball into the hoop.

Immediately, there were deafening cheers from Magic fans.

Glen Rice, who has played in the league for several years, claims to be an old fritter, but he rarely sees such a fanatical home fan.

It reminded Glen Rice of the Mormons in Salt Lake City and the autoworkers of Detroit.In the next attack, Steve Smith's inside singles was slapped out by O'Neal who had been waiting for a long time.

When the ball was about to go out of bounds, a big hand caught the ball back, as if it had eyes, and flicked it back vigorously.

The ball crossed more than half of the court and flew accurately into the hands of Sprewell, who was advancing at high speed.

It was another wonderful tomahawk split, which once again aroused loud cheers from the fans in the audience.

"Damn it." Glen Rice looked at the dazzling number in front of the Heat on the scoreboard.

0.

In the opening three minutes or so, the Heat did not score a single point.

At the same time, the expressions of the head coaches of the two teams off the court clearly reflected the situation on the court at this time.

Heat coach Kevin Longley fidgeted, watching the situation anxiously.

On the other hand, on the side of the Magic, D'Antoni was sitting on the Diaoyutai, with a calm expression on his face.

On the next play, Glen Rice struggled to find an open shot with the help of a pick-and-roll from Ronnie Secali, who had come in for John Secali.

He shot the jumper without hesitation, and seeing the basketball finally fall into the damn basket, Glen Rice almost wanted to scream up to the sky to vent his depression.

"Hey, Shaq, it's the playoffs now, run more actively, don't even follow the pick-and-roll." Davis said helplessly to O'Neal who was watching the excitement inside.

O'Neal scratched his bald head and smiled embarrassedly.

Ronnie Sekari was originally the main center of the Heat, but he was injured at the end of the season. Because of John Sally's unexpected exit, he was sent by Langley.

But O'Neal didn't care whether it was Sely or Sekaly behind him. He didn't bother to memorize these weird names. He only knew that he only needed to sit back after receiving the ball, and the opponent basically gave up resistance, and then it was his favorite dunk.

The script was exactly the same as O'Neal's thought. The 211cm tall Lebanese center couldn't resist O'Neal's huge force at all, and was directly pushed aside by O'Neal. He watched O'Neal dunk the ball into the basket, and the entire basket made a horrible creaking sound.

The Heat's offense and defense have basically fallen into a state of collapse.

At the end of the first quarter, in stark contrast to the cheers of the audience, it was the dull expressions on the faces of the Heat players and coaches.

24-8, this is the score of the first quarter.

Under the full defense of the Magic, the Heat only scored a poor 8 points in the first quarter.

This undoubtedly gave the Heat a severe blow.

Langley had a tactical board in his hand, but he didn't know where to start.

Seeing the suspicious faces of the players in front of him, Langley had no choice but to put down the tactical board and pour a bowl of boiling chicken soup for the players. . .

In the second quarter, seeing that O'Neal did not appear on the court, Langley couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But 2 minutes later, he sucked the breath back hard.

"Too fast! Is this the real offensive rhythm of the Magic's small lineup?" Langley watched as the Magic took 2 shots and made 6 of them in just 4 minutes. He subconsciously wiped his forehead, only to find that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

What made him even more restless was that the Heat's offensive rhythm was also being driven faster and faster by the Magic.

In order to chase points, Langley did not make substitution adjustments, but left all the main players on the field.

But watching Sely running back and forth on the field, Langley suddenly found that the rhythm of his team suddenly changed very fast, and the players' shots became very hasty, as if someone was chasing them from behind.

When the score gap was approaching 20 points, Langley decisively called a timeout.

"The offensive rhythm must be suppressed, and we will slowly play positional warfare with them. Their center is not on the field now, and positional warfare is our advantage."

If Davis heard Langley's words, he would definitely think of a very famous line in a later drama.

"Close combat is our advantage!"

After the timeout ended, the Heat's offensive tempo slowed down, but Langley found even more desperately that even if the tempo slowed down and Sely and Steve Smith shoveled inside, they still didn't seem to have the upper hand.

Antonio Mason easily received the defensive rebound and assisted Davis to score with a long-range pass that is common on guards but rare inside.

D'Antoni said to Donovan off the court: "Michael's deal is really a bargain. Mason is a jack-of-all-trades. He is defensive, organized and shooting. John Salley can't take advantage of him."

Donovan nodded, observed the situation on the field with ease, and applauded the players for their wonderful performance from time to time, acting like an ordinary fan.

(End of this chapter)