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Chapter 178 Leap
Starks stood in the way of DeWeese's sprint.

He closed his eyes, crossed his hands in front of him, and even had a hint of a smile on his lips.

"As long as you dare to layup or dunk directly, I will fall back hard, and you must be an offensive foul."

He thought happily, and then found that something passed over his head, and there was a feeling of rubbing against the cloth on the top of his head.

There was already the sound of tearing the rim during a dunk, but the strange thing was that the referee's whistle didn't sound like he expected.

He opened his eyes and found that DeWeese was hanging on the basket, and all the players around him, including the referee, looked at him strangely.

He also paid attention to a small detail, the fans in the audience were very quiet.No cheering when you see a dunk like you usually do.

In a flash of thought, Sprewell first rushed up and hugged DeWeese who came down from the basket tightly, and then the cheers of the fans filled the entire arena like an explosion.

"What happened?" Starks looked up wonderingly at the big screen in the middle of the arena.

Going back to just now, Davis sprinted with the ball and saw Starks standing on the path he had to pass. Instead of slowing down, he continued to move forward at a high speed. He stepped heavily on the floor and jumped up at the place where Starks was a big step in front of him.

The calf muscles tensed instantly, and Davis kept rising. He only had one goal in his eyes, the basket in front of him.

In the end, his whole body flew directly over Starks.

"Yes, I think, at that time, Michael was flying in the sky, just like another Michael did." O'Neill said so when he was interviewed by reporters after the game.

The on-site director cooperated very well and immediately replayed the scene just now.

Starks looked at the scene where Davis flew over his head just now, and his whole face instantly turned a liver color.

He looked back at Davis who was surrounded, his eyes full of resentment.

Ewing looked at the scene in front of him helplessly, not knowing what to do.

The goal of Davis was too great a blow to the morale of the team.

Pat Riley called a timeout at the right time.

After Starks came off the field, he sat down on the bench and covered his face with a towel.

The teammates all looked at him with concern, but no one dared to step forward to comfort him.

say what?
"John, it's okay, isn't it just a humiliation in the crotch?"

Do you think Starks will beat you up first?
But Pat Riley made an adjustment that no one expected.

"John, can you guard Davis like you guarded Jordan?"

Starks ripped the towel off his head.

"XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!" Starks spat out a series of obscenities, and accepted the task with great enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, the Magic bench.

"Michael, how did you do it? Can you really fly?" Anderson asked Davis blankly before he recovered from the scene just now.

Davis just laughed, his whole body was full of high (pretentious) human (forced) demeanor.

"Michael will be the main attacker later, Shaq, you have to be patient for a while." D'Antoni coughed, drawing the attention of all the players to his side, and said.

Davis and O'Neill nodded at the same time.

After the timeout ended, Davis unexpectedly discovered that Starks was still on the field and had become his own defender.

"Didn't you suffer enough?" After being scored two points by Ewing's jumper again, Davis looked at Starks in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.

"Dude, how did it feel to be flown just now?" Davis suddenly said to Starks.

Starks' eyes turned red in an instant.

"Boy, you're playing with fire!"

DeWeese shut his mouth, lowered his weight and started dribbling.

Starks was particularly annoyed by the way DeWeese dribbled the ball. He was tortured by Isiah Thomas for a long time when he used this trick.

But he didn't dare to shoot casually, he knew that this way of dribbling was very difficult to be intercepted.

Just as Starks was staring at DeWeese's movements to see how he could break through, DeWeese's ball holder suddenly moved to the other hand.

"Want to pull?" Starks reacted instantly, jumping up and trying to block Davis' shot.

But just as Davis was about to join the ball, his ball holder suddenly flipped and slapped the ball to the ground.

"What?" Starks had already jumped up, and he could only watch as Davis easily rushed past him.

After swaying Starks with a bow, Davis did not continue to go in greedy for merit, but directly made a mid-range shot and scored two points steadily.

After all, the inside line is guarded by Ewing, a gifted behemoth, so he doesn't dare to die at the basket easily.

The first quarter ended quickly. Throughout the first quarter, one of the two teams focused on the inside line and the other centered on the outside line. They played equally.

The Knicks led by two points 26-24.

During the break, D'Antoni faced a very difficult choice.

He was thinking whether to send O'Neal up or continue to play with Davis.

If Ewing rests off the court, O'Neal can also rest off the court.

If Ewing continues to play, D'Antoni is afraid that no one will be able to limit the gorilla without O'Neal.

While D'Antoni was scratching his head, the players were also looking at him.

Davis knew what D'Antoni was thinking, and he said to D'Antoni: "Mike, let Shaq rest for a while, and when he will perform, let me do it."

D'Antoni nodded. He chose to believe in Davis. He said to O'Neal: "Shaq, you rest first, and when you play again, it's your time to play."

"No problem, I'll blow them up."

D'Antoni sent the strongest offensive players on the bench and asked them to cooperate with Davis to beat and run.

"Antonio, Robert, Denis, Latrier, the four of you, and Michael, come on, as long as the point difference is not stretched too much."

Five people nodded in response.

The intermission was soon over. D'Antoni took a closer look and found that Ewing still stayed on the court, but replaced Skiles, allowing Starks to directly face Davis.

He sighed, the most afraid of running and bombing is the traditional center, the opposite side will compete with you in a straight line, and the speed cannot be raised at all.

"Now I can only hope that Michael can play something different."

After Starks came on the court, he took the lead, followed the pick-and-roll, and passed the ball into the basket against Mason's interference.

And Pat Riley obviously did research on the Magic's lineup in the second quarter. After Starks shot, everyone except Ewing retreated to the backcourt immediately.

(End of this chapter)