NBA: Fusion of two talents to dominate the entire league

O'Neal is so experienced that he can always help the team in his own way on the court.

In the first quarter, the Nets paid a heavy price to limit O'Neal.

In the second quarter, O'Neal was still able to find opportunities to score.

It can be said that the Nets' defense was successful, or it can be said that it failed.

It seemed to be defended, but it also seemed that it was not defended. The fat black man could still score.

Back to the offense, Roy began to ask for the ball under the basket.

Since the Eastern Conference Finals, his singles in the interior have become increasingly difficult due to the lack of strength on the outside.

The opponent can abandon the defender and double-team Roy unscrupulously.

But tonight, Carter and Lagaber both made three-pointers, which expanded the Heat's defensive position.

After Kidd passed the ball to Roy, he walked to the bottom corner with the defender.

Roy faced Haslem with his back to the basket, dribbled and played singles, and Haslem retreated step by step.

He suddenly turned his back, and Haslem's strength was all used on Roy's back.

At the moment of turning, Haslem lost the support in front of him and leaned forward, and he could not make any defensive moves at all.

Roy easily passed Haslem and scored a one-handed dunk under the basket.

After the second quarter, Roy took over the team's main attacking task from Carter.

Breakthroughs, jump shots, three-pointers, and under-the-basket offense were all very impressive.

At the end of the half, the Nets had already overtaken the Heat by 2 points.

Everything was changing for the better.

In the Heat locker room, the home players were still very relaxed even though they were slightly behind by one goal.

The two teams were now in a stalemate, and they were confident that they would keep the victory in Miami at home.

"Tap, tap, tap" came the sound of leather shoes.

Pat Riley, the team manager with a slicked-back hair, walked into the locker room, and the originally noisy locker room became quiet.

Only O'Neal greeted Riley.

"Hey, Pat, you're here."

Riley glanced at O'Neal and nodded slightly.

Looking around at everyone, as the real controller of the team, he was the man behind head coach Stan Van Gundy.

"Guys, are you satisfied with the first half? We had such a big lead in the first quarter, but we just lost it. You played like a woman. Is it fun?

Don't play that kind of shitty game again. You all saw the referee's standards today. Your defense is too childish. Increase the intensity. Increase the defense intensity for the New Jersey guys!

You have to scare the opponent. The team paid so much salary not to play a damn gentleman's game here. Create physical contact for me and make them give up resistance.

Use means to make them dare not attack the basket, and collide with every shot of theirs. They are trembling with fear and timidity, and we can easily win the game! "

The Heat, who had played well, felt that they played a shit in the first half under Pat Riley's PUA.

"The God of Calculation" was the head coach of the iron-blooded Heat back then.

He always advocated iron-blooded ferocity and a lot of physical contact, even at the cost of fouls,

and dragged the opponent into this quagmire. The Heat back then was such a frightening team.

If it weren't for the God of Basketball and his Chicago Bulls, perhaps the Heat would have made greater achievements in history.

At this moment, Stan Van Gundy was sitting on a chair not far away like a puppet. Riley behind the scenes couldn't stand the taste of wanting to return to the arena.

The smart Van Gundy lowered his head. He knew that his time in the Heat might not be much.

Between the coach and the manager, it was clear who the Heat would choose. The current framework of the team was built by Riley himself!

In the second half, the Nets had the ball.

The Heat players seemed to be full of energy, and they played tricks on the Nets players.

Kidd, on the defensive end, faced Eddie Jones' harassment, but he still passed the ball calmly.

In the second half, the Heat adjusted the defenders again, and Rasul Butler defended Carter.

At the moment Carter received the ball, Butler pushed him hard. If Carter's physical fitness was not amazing,

He almost didn't receive Kidd's pass.

One plan failed and another came up with another.

Carter dribbled and broke through. Butler not only Carter pinched and blocked, and even kicked to trip Carter.

With such interference, Carter made a quick stop jump shot after breaking through.

When he jumped, Butler also jumped up. He stretched out his hand not to interfere with the ball,

but to rub his fingers directly on Carter's face, which was only 2 cm away from his eyes. As a result, Carter's shot missed.

Carter complained to the referee that the opponent's defense was too large.

The referee only responded indifferently that the opponent did not affect the game.

"Referee, that bastard is pinching my neck, I can't shootDidn't you see that he almost poked my eyes out? "

The referee glanced at Carter, indicating that today's game was of this intensity.

Rasul Butler showed an undetectable smile. Pat Riley had hinted to him in the locker room that if he performed well in this series, his new contract next season would be greatly increased, which was what he had dreamed of in recent years.

A long-term contract would ensure the rest of his life for many players, especially low-level players like Butler.

So in the third quarter, he came on like a bargaining chip, working particularly hard.

"Damn it, they must have gotten the referee." McGinnis, who was sitting on the bench, pointed at the referee and said.

"Chuck, don't talk nonsense without evidence. The league's fine is no joke. "Coach Frank glared at McGinnis,

then looked at the court worriedly. The scale of the whistle in this game has exceeded the bottom line of the league.

The referee is like an accomplice of the opponent's foul. Not only does he condone it, but he also blinds his eyes at the critical moment.

The Heat team received the defensive rebound by O'Neal, and Chandler also tried to interfere with O'Neal's pass.

O'Neal held the ball and directly showed his two black and strong elbows, and Chandler decisively retreated.

After halftime, Wade, who was holding the ball on the three-point line, changed his usual behavior.

He broke through directly and rushed towards the person, ignoring Lagabel's small movements. After sinking his shoulders, his elbow secretly hit Lagabel's stomach.

Lagabel squatted down in pain. The referee completely ignored this almost fighting-like offensive style.

Wade easily passed Chandler's ten fingers and scored a layup.

"Murder, this is murder, why not call a foul! "Coach Frank couldn't bear it anymore, he stood in front of the referee,

He had to fight for the fair treatment his disciple deserved.

The referee looked at Wade and realized that he couldn't elbow him directly.

He verbally warned the players on both sides to pay attention to the defensive scale.

He ignored the free throws mentioned by Frank.

Coach Frank's chattering annoyed the referee.

The referee's scale was different this time.

He adopted a zero-tolerance attitude and decisively blew a technical foul on Coach Frank.

Wade walked to the free throw line happily and scored another point.

Coach Frank's anger surged up. He couldn't help cursing under McGinnis's pull.

Then the referee gave him another technical foul and expelled him from the game!

The Nets players watched the head coach being carried by the security guards to the player channel.

The audience in front of the TV cursed and said it was a black whistle.

Some fans even maliciously speculated whether the league would send the Heat to the finals.