The reporters behind the basketball hoop only heard a scream, ?a? ? n?en? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? E?na 'c?o?m? didn't even have time to react, Robinson's huge body fell directly on top of them, and then people heard a "bang!"

"Haiti's little monster is in power!"

Although the current script is a little different from the one they envisioned Lamar to be powerful and the Spurs to be shattered in an instant, they were still very excited to see another big player on the team stand up and give the Spurs a head-on attack.

"Samuel, Samuel, Samuel!"

Just as they used to shout Lamar's name on the pitch before, this moment Dampotter is the god of war in their hearts.

Dampotter was also very cooperative, roaring and showing off the biceps of his arms as soon as he landed, showing people how strong he was. The Haitians, who have always been two-handed and sassy, were already bubbling in their hearts at this time, and their eyes when they looked at David Robinson became sharp.

"It must be very uncomfortable to be robbed of the limelight by your little brother, right?" Bruce Bowen didn't know when he appeared behind Lamar like a ghost again.

Any opportunity that can hit Lamar, Bowen will not let go!

Lamar heard Bowen whispering in his ear again, and said impatiently, "I want to know how long your old leg can stay behind my ass?"

With that, Lamar started his long run again. Although Bowen complained bitterly in his heart, he could only follow. He knows very well that for a player like Lamar, as long as he is given a little sunshine, he can shine, and if he is beaten by Lamar, it will be a really bad thing!

Although Lamar is still pinned down by Tim Duncan and Bowen and has not played much for the time being, relying on the strong play of Darm Porter on the inside and the calm scheduling of Billups, the Knicks are still closing the difference.

After the Spurs felt hot in the first quarter, Duncan and Parker, the two big players, took the lead in cooling down, and after hitting the iron several times in a row, the Knicks successfully narrowed the score gap to only 3 points.

Seeing this, Zhuge didn't dare to keep his hand anymore, and finally released the Argentine demon knife Ginobili, who had been on the bench for more than a quarter, and replaced the veteran Brent Barry, who had not played much and wasted several opportunities.

Ginobili's presence on the field really enriches the Spurs' offensive arsenal. With Duncan and Parker not feeling good, relying on his breakthrough can indeed cause some problems for the Knicks' defense.

It's a pity that the Argentine demon knife is destined to hide its light today. The Spurs have Bruce Bowen as a defensive stalwor, and the Knicks also have Sean Battier as an outside gate.

For a while, the two sides fell into a stalemate on the field, and until the end of the half, neither side could help anyone. The difference between the two sides was still three points, and fifteen seconds before halftime, the Knicks attacked.

At this time, Tim Duncan and Bruce Bowen were a little unable to run. Although Tim Duncan is still sticking to Lamar's body like a leper dog, Bowen is still eyeing the side, but it is obviously still a little difficult for a player of his age to get Bowen to help defend as quickly as he did at the beginning of the game.

"Goodbye, old fellow!"

Hearing Lamar's voice, Bowen, who was just about to help defend, felt as if someone had knocked him the heart, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Bowen can't help but regret it a little now, if he hadn't been in a hurry for revenge in this game, he wouldn't have fallen to this point now. At this time, it is very difficult to move the two legs that want to be filled with lead.

Distribute your physical strength reasonably and play with experience.

This was originally the way Bowen has been playing since he was thirty years old, but he didn't expect that after meeting Lamar, an enemy, he would be blinded by hatred, and he would also play a battle of wills like a young man.

The result is obvious! It was he who made a fool of himself!

But if that's it, how could Bowen be willing? When he thinks of the days when he struggled in a hospital bed after breaking his leg, he almost thinks that his career was almost forced to end because of this man. All the potential contained in Bowen's body was stimulated at once, and the strength seemed to return to his body, and the two legs that were originally heavy became nimble.

"Boy, the battle isn't over yet, it's too early for you to rejoice!"

"Really, but how do I feel that you old fellow can't even take a step now? Should I get you a cane? At least in New York you should be treated like that!"

"Don't talk nonsense! If you have the ability, you can deal with Tim first, and then you can get rid of me!See who collapsed first?" Bowen felt his brain getting hotter and hotter, almost out of his control.

Now every word Lamar said was like a steel knife slashing into Bowen's heart, making him just want to punch Lamar to the ground.

"Who's going to break first?" Lamar sneered, "I'm sorry, hypocrite! I'm younger than all of you, and you'll be the ones who will break first!"

Lamar could feel Bowen's sudden change, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. At this time, Bowen is like an old man who has returned to the light, that is, no matter how energetic he looks, how lethal can he be?

Thinking of Lamar, he beckoned to Chaunsibilups. Chauncy Billups was shocked when he saw this, this was not in line with the tactics they had determined before, at this time Bowen had already put Ben and Thiem in the trap, did Lamar still want to attack?

Although Lamar felt cold in the first quarter, as the core of the team, Chaunci Billups was still very willing to let Lamar find his touch. After all, the game is ultimately decided by Lamar's superstar.

The fans at the scene saw Lamar actually holding the ball with his back, and after a moment of stunned, they also became excited, shouting: "Go on!"

Lamar smiled, holding the ball in both hands and leaning back with his upper body facing back.

Lamar surveyed Bowen's position and felt Tim's strength again. Seeing that although Tim's upper body was tightly attached, his lower body was obviously lacking in strength, and he couldn't help but take a small step back just by leaning on Tim, and the physical exertion was obviously a bit serious.

"Tim!

Coldly dropping a sentence, Lamar's footsteps suddenly moved, and his body spun violently.

Bowen's reaction was not slow, and he was about to step forward to wrap up the moment Lamar turned around, but unfortunately his body couldn't keep up. The sudden force just now seemed to have drained all the strength of his body, and although his brain was constantly forcing his body to react, his body obviously did not listen to the command.

Even so, Lamar didn't dare to be careless, who knows if Bowen, who was forced to be anxious, would jump over the wall in a hurry and make a black hand at him? Who knows if the stupidity around him is a bitter trick. Ready to strike your own fatal blow?

Lamar bobbed to the left, then quickly turned half a circle in the opposite direction with his right foot as the axis, breaking through the impending bag and leaving Tim behind, at this time Lamar was facing only the basket.

"Don't think!"

Seeing that the bag clamp didn't work, Bowen was also ruthless at this time. Although his physical strength no longer allowed him to jump up and block Lamar, he still raised his arms high and caused Lamar as much trouble as possible.

But Lamar had already jumped up, and in mid-air he glanced down at Bowen with interest, his eyes full of contempt and pity.

"Damn imps!"

As soon as Lamar's gaze met Bowen's, Bowen was enraged. In the past, every time he played games, he looked down on the players he killed with pity, and when he became a pitiful worm in the eyes of others.

The anger caused Bruce Bowen's brain to go blank for a moment. He didn't think it through, and he didn't even glance in the direction of the referee as he used to, before sticking out the black feet for which he had become famous.

"That's what I've been waiting for!"

Seeing that Bowen really made another move, Lamar's eyes showed even more contempt. After adjusting his position in the air for a moment, Lamar threw the ball without looking at the basket.

Lamar didn't expect much from the ball, all he had to do was clear the way for the second half to finish off Bowen, the bastard creature who shouldn't have been on the field again.

When he landed, Lamar's eyes kept staring at Bowen's outstretched black feet, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. It's a pity that Bowen also regained a trace of consciousness at this time and sensed danger.

Bruce Bowen sensed that if Lamar was allowed to fall at this angle, he would probably be retiring!

Almost subconsciously, his feet moved to the side a little, and it was this little distance that saved his life, so that he would not return to the hospital bed again to be with his pillow.

"Ah!!h

Bowen screamed, although the capital crime can be avoided, but the living crime is unforgivable! Although Bowen's small gesture allowed him to avoid serious injury, Lamar's foot still stomped on the surface of his foot.

Lamar was intentional this time, and of course he used a lot of strength. If it weren't for the shoes still on Bowen's feet, it is estimated that this blow would have caused a comminuted fracture of the forefoot of his right foot.

But what's even more exciting for Bowen is still to come, the basketball that was thrown out by Lamar very casually actually went in by chance.

"Huh!"

The two sides are tied!

When this voice came to his ears, Bowen almost fainted in pain.

Lamar looked at Bowen, who was screaming as if he had killed a pig on the ground, without a trace of expression on his face. He knew that Bowen was only injured this time, and he would be fine after a while. Even if this game can't be played, the next few finals won't have any effect.