The second quarter begins.

Danny Manning led Persson, Angie and a bench to start scoring.

The Rockets, on the other hand, scored a team of scorers in Kassel and Bodi Roga, and Elie began to play a whirlwind on the court.

Manning is very athletic, and if it weren't for too many injuries, he would have been a great player, but unfortunately the physique of the glass man doomed him to the achievements of his life.

On the field, Manning and Chuck Brown faced each other, Manning held the ball in a high position and began to break through, Brown is also a figure with strength, speed is also good, height is also there, and Manning does not suffer a loss.

Seeing that Brown was following very closely, he had no chance to break through, so he had to pass the ball out.

Danny Ainge is the general manager of the Celtics after receiving the ball, and is now playing in the Suns, against Cassel, and he doesn't stop shooting the ball when he receives the ball, and he is very confident, and Cassel is also very average in terms of physical condition, and there is nothing he can do in the face of such a resolute shot, so he can only interfere as much as possible.

The ball hollows into the net.

Looking back at the hollow of the ball into the net, Cassel not only shook his head.

"Man, let's call back, shake your head." Mario Eli came up and comforted Cassel.

"No, I just think his shit luck is too good, he should go to Las Vegas to buy a few hands, and I guess he won't have to play in the future." Cassel said with a teasing.

Bodi Roga carried the ball through the half court and saw that the Suns retreated quickly and stood in a good position.

Persson, who was defending him, followed him step by step, his strong body constantly making contact with him, trying to disrupt his rhythm.

Coming to the United States to play summer league and preseason, Bodi Roga also knows a little bit about the NBA, where the competition is stronger, the pace is faster, and the body is more demanding.

I didn't get used to it from the beginning, but after all, Bodi Roga was called the "White Magician" guy later, and his basketball IQ was very high.

Suddenly, Kassel quickly started from outside the three-point line to shake off Danny Ainge and directly into the penalty area, and Bodi Roga's ball also flew with Cassel's body, took a step with the ball, attracted the attention of the defender, a pass that didn't look at people, and Mario Elie and Brad made a no-ball block, throwing off their defenders on the baseline, standard space.

Catch the ball, jump, shoot, hit, and the action is done in one go.

"Sam, it's a beautiful pass." Mario Elie and Cassel high-fived.

"Hehe, don't you see who I am, Super Sam." When Cassel laughs, it's actually worse than crying.

The Suns serve quickly, and Persson sprints at high speed with the ball.

And Bodiroga followed like a plaster, not trying to break the ball, only asking to break the opponent's rhythm.

And Persson was also interfered with by Bodi Roga, not slowing down and waiting for his teammates to settle down.

"Hey, man, do you guys sell plasters, why are you following so closely." Persson said, looking at Bodi Roga.

Didn't answer.

"Boy, are you dumb, I'm talking to you." Persson continued the trash talk.

No sound.

"Damn, how can the league allow deaf and mute people to play in the league, doesn't this make me bear the black cauldron of bullying the disabled." Persson continued.

Still no movement.

"I, I, I, I'm speechless." Persson just didn't speak when he saw people, and he felt a little internally hurt.

"What are you talking about, your English is very non-standard, are you also a foreigner?" Bodi Roga said suddenly.

"I, I, I, you, you, you." Persson was a little dizzy.

"Are you kidding me, boy. You must know that anyone who offends Uncle Persson will be killed by Uncle Persson. Persson reacted quickly and immediately threatened.

"Are you threatening me?" Bodi Roga said.

"Yes, rookie, I'm threatening you." Persson said viciously.

"Well, what are you threatening me with??" Bodi Roga is still the standard expressionless handsome face.

"The basketball in my hand, I'm going to blow you up." Persson is still a bit of a villain.

"Oh, you mean basketball, then you continue to threaten." Well, standard expressionless.

"I thought you had an AK-47 in your hand, a militiaman with 100 rounds of drums and grenades. Threats like yours are of no use to me at all, you know, there is a war going on in my hometown, you have to carry at least an AK-47 on the street, or an RPG bazooka on your back, as long as you say that you are an American on the street, it is estimated that you will not survive for 30 minutes, maybe those militias who hate Americans will shoot you with large-caliber heavy machine guns, and only 2-3 bullets can break you in two. I've seen a lot of dead people, and I don't have such a useless threat like yours, so you better play well, and see that your offensive time is almost up. "It's still a standard look.

Looking at Bodi Roga's expression, Persson knew that his ploy to provoke his opponent had failed.

And look at the way this guy looks, with a dead face.

Damn, that's a pervert.

I had no choice but to force myself.

Pay attention, the afterburner under his feet, a dodge is half a body, and after a few rounds, Persson also knows that this kid's defense is not very good, and the speed is not very fast, and it is still okay for him to break through, but he has passed him, but he can't get rid of that guy, he can always follow you, make physical contact with you when you are most uncomfortable, destroy your rhythm, and be an extremely annoying kraft candy.

And it's, his height and weight are above himself, and he has to increase the angle of his own shots, and he will be hated if he doesn't pay attention to it, which is really annoying.

Throwing off half of his body, he had already entered the paint area, and Brown, who was guarding the inside line, saw that someone had already come in, so he had to make up for it and let go of Manning.

Persson was not a good man after all, and the ball was passed from Brown's side to Manning, who was already empty.

Manning's step after receiving the ball is a one-handed split buckle, which is very freehand.

"Man, you've done a great job." Manning stepped forward and high-fived Persson.

Turning around, the rocket attacked.

Bodiroga controlled the ball and drove quickly, while Mario Elie shook off the defender and went to the basket.

When the ball arrived, Eli just jumped up, dunked the ball into the basket with both hands, and passed the ball comfortably.

"Hey man, you're amazing, your passing is like a 'magician.'" Eli, who came to the air relay, excitedly stepped forward and patted Bodi Roga.

Bodi Roga smiled faintly.

Attacking again, the ball goes inside and Manning singles Brown.

Manning held the ball in one hand and leaned back to verify Brown's defensive strength.

It's tough, and when the two sides make physical contact, Brown has a lot of small movements on his hands, which makes Manning very uncomfortable.

Very tough defensively, Manning suddenly used his left foot as the axis, swiped inward, and then turned around to flash the space and threw a small throw.

It's a pity that the force is a bit big, knocking on the neck of the basket and bounced out.

And looking at Manning who made the shot, Brown turned around and stuck Manning behind him in a very sophisticated way, and rushed down the defensive rebound when he couldn't score the ball.

After waving his big elbow and protecting the rebound, he saw that Cassel was already fast down, and a long pass went straight across the half court.

After receiving the ball, a beautiful cross-step, shook off Angie, and attacked the basket directly.

And Persson, who retreated the fastest, saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.

However, Kassel made a sharp stop and shot backwards, so that Persson didn't even touch a hair, and could only watch the ball drill into the frame.

Listening to the boos from the crowd, Cassel smiled and retreated into his own half.

Westphal saw that things were not good, and although his substitute scored a few goals, it was very difficult.

And the Rockets' players score goals very easily, all when they are in their own rotation, when there is an open position, and they play very reasonably and easily.

I can't do it, so I can only put Barkley and Finley on it first.

And Lao Tang looked at it and thought to himself, I can't stand it, the thickness of the rocket's bench is still very deep.

Kenny Smith and Mario Elie and Cassel and Bodi Roga are all good players, and they are not afraid of the bench gangs you used to have.

Barkley and Finley came on, and Old Tang only replaced Garnett for Brad.

Keep putting a bunch of substitutes up against you.

And Barkley, who scored ten points on Garnett in the first quarter, saw Garnett coming up and couldn't help but step forward and say; "Boy, I haven't suffered enough, I'll continue to beat you up."

Garnett looked at Barkley and said, "Yes, I'm sure you're going to up, but I'm also sure we're going to take the win away in Phoenix today, you're just going to win the stats, you're going to lose the win, you're not a good leader at all, you're far worse than Hakim." ”

"What do you say, stinky boy, I'm worse than Hakim." Barkley's face was very bad when he heard this.

"Hehe, do you have a championship ring on your hand, Hakim has two, and he got it by stepping on the corpse of your sun, how big a gap you say there is between you and Hakim," Garnett looked at Barkley with disdain.

"You."

"What are you, am I not right, hey, old fellow, the trapeze is back this year, and you have no hope, and you will never have a championship ring for the rest of your life."

Barkley, who had heard this, fell silent.

It can only be said that Garnett's words are poking at Barkley's lung tubes, making Barkley feel very painful.

"Boy, you're really angry today, I'm going to let you know what it's like when I'm angry." Barkley said with a grim face.

"Ha, then I'll wait, old fellow." Garnett turned to leave.

I don't know if it was stimulated, Barkley took over the game in the second quarter, a strong play under the basket, a fast break under the rebound, a strong dunk, and a riding dunk on Herrera, Barkley showed omnipotence in this quarter, and it was also because of this play that the Suns ended with a 54-46, 8-point advantage, the first half of the game.

"Kevin, what did you say to Barkley to spur that kid into that." Kenny Smith asked Garnett in the locker room.

"I just said he was far worse than Hakim." Garnett said truthfully.

"Hey, kid, why are you using me to stimulate that kid, I said that kid always came to me in the second quarter, it turned out that you instigated it." Olajuwon scolded with a laugh.

"Well, I'm telling you the truth, if he's better than you, why hasn't he won the championship yet?" Garnett said honestly.

"Hehe, actually, Barkley was very unlucky, when he entered the finals for the first time, Jordan at that time was like Zhongtian, and he was also a good teammate by his side, Pippen, Granger, Armstrong, plus Jordan, no one is an opponent, and then Jordan went to play baseball, and met Big Dream fell at the feet of the Rockets for two consecutive years, the Rockets became the champions, they became the alchemy of the championship, more unlucky." 'Glider,' explained on the side.

"Alright, guys, come here." Lao Tang is ready to lay out the tactics for the second half.

"In the second half, in my opinion, they have to continue to attack Barkley, that is their strongest point, so in the second half Kevin your task will be very heavy, but don't worry, Barkley is not an iron man, he is also in his 30s, physical strength cannot be so good all the time, your character is to consume his physical strength, when attacking you have to pull Barkley out of the paint area, if they don't care about you, you shoot by yourself, your height plus arm length, if Barkley stares at you tightly, the Suns will feel better. On the inside, Hakim singles when you see an opportunity, and passes when he is trapped. There will be gaps on the periphery of the pack, don't hesitate to receive the ball on the outside, shoot resolutely, to make the Suns in a dilemma, there will be gaps in the pack, and if you don't wrap Hakim, you will single their inside line As long as they hesitate, our opportunity will come. So, fear not, the final victory will be ours. "Lao Rang said energetically.

"Also, you don't want the owner to come back to Houston and say, 'You guys, I just didn't go to your away game and lost, you let me down so much' and so on, so you just go and lose this game." Lao Tang finally used his nirvana.

"Guys, you don't want to be annoyed." Olajuwon stood up and said.

"Yes, we don't want to."

"Oh my God, if the boss nagged us for a day, not only in the morning, but all of us in the team would have to go to the psychiatric hospital to report."

"In order to keep the boss closed the most hateful, we have to win this game."

"Okay, then we'll win this game and shut up the boss." Olajuwon said "chicken jelly".

"Ho, come on"

"Come on"

"Come on"

With that, he turned and left the locker room.

And the players of the Rockets also got up and left, with a sad face. (The music plays, especially sensational, reference to the music before Doolittle took off during the bombing of Tokyo at Pearl Harbor.) ）

The second half of the game begins.

Unlike the first half of the game, the Rockets had a murderous aura on their bodies, which made the Suns' generals very uneasy.

are all muttering in their hearts, what's wrong with these kids, who collectively pushed the mother of all the members of the rocket team, such a big murderous aura.

After the opening, the Rockets had a cross-cover tactic, Drexler, burst into the inside, and pressed AC Green with a one-handed dunk, full of power, which is not like that elegant 'glider'.

However, Barkley was really in good form today, and now he has 24 points in his account, so it seems that he really ran for 50 points today.

Another knock away Garnett, a two-handed dunk with a bang, and a color.

And Garnett, who is opposite Barkley, is now only ten out of ten rebounds, and has been blown up by Barkley.

However, Garnett did show steady, without the slightest flustery and decadence, taking every offense and defense seriously on the court, and giving his all every time he played against Barkley.

It's like a lot of old guys who have been in the NBA for years.

Offensive and defensive transposition, Barkley against Garnett again, and back singles.

I don't know how many singles, Barkley already has experience with Garnett's defense, only to see Barkley holding the ball, dribbling the ball while bulldozing inside.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang" continuous muscle crashing sounds.

At a distance of 3 meters from the frame, Barkley turned and ran over Garnett, jumped with his hand, and made a layup with ease.

I thought to myself, this is too simple.

At the moment when the ball was shot, Barkley suddenly felt bad, but there was nothing the ball could do about it.

The rookie, who had been squeezed out of his way, jumped up with a stride and jumped very high. Looking at this posture, you can already touch the top edge of the rebound, and the head is already level with the basket.

I saw Garnett wave his big hand and fan the ball thrown by Barkley with a strong smash in volleyball.

The sound of "pop" shocked the entire center of the American air corridor.

For a moment, there was silence in the audience, and everyone looked at the man who was screaming in the sky while hammering his chest.

A man like a demon god.

Suddenly, a round of applause rang out, and slowly two, five, ten, hundred, thousand, and in the end, all the fans in the center of the American air corridor were conquered by the ball, attracted by the ball, and gave their own applause to this, probably the most beautiful and domineering hot pot of the season, to the player who played such a game.

"Awesome, man, awesome." Mark Jackson and Horry, both jumped on top of Garnett.

Olajuwon and Drexler both stepped forward and patted Garnett excitedly.

And on the bench, there was even more thunderous cheering, and everyone waved white towels and shouted.

Lao Tang kept clapping on the sidelines, smiling.

And Ben, who was watching live TV in Houston, jumped up from the sofa and shouted.

The referees were also very interested in not urging the kick-off immediately, so that they could celebrate.

After celebrating for nearly 20 seconds, the Suns continued to tee off under the referee's reminder, but this goal hit the team hard, only the parties Barkley and Kevin Johnson were not affected and still performed normally.

After the others missed three consecutive goals, the Rockets had tied the score at 69-69.

In this case, Westphal called a timeout.

"What are you doing, it's just a cap, you can't score even if you're pretty, I just saw a flock of sheep, do you want to tie your hands now. The sense of honor of your professional players is gone, are you going to let the Houstonians say a word when they beat us, look at the Phoenix people are soft eggs, we only took three quarters to get rid of them. Well, isn't it, you talk. Westfaal said angrily.

"No, coach, I don't want the Houstonians to say that about me, let them say that we are soft eggs after beating us, we have to fight, guys, you are men and not, even when you are violated, you will know how to resist, are we not even as good as. Tell me, tell me, are you. Barkley said with a grim expression.

"No, we're not girls, we're pure masters." (To borrow a sentence from Xiao Shenyang.) ）

"We can't let them look down on us."

The Suns walked onto the court with a bad look.

On the first ball after coming on the court, Barkley held the ball, resisted Garnett all the way, dunked and caused Garnett's foul, added a free throw, and hit a three-point success.

In the final six minutes of the third quarter, the two sides staged a war between furious men.

Every ball counts.

As long as the ball is not out of bounds, there will always be players from both teams flying out in the air and getting the ball back, while they fall heavily to the ground.

Every inside fight is a fierce bayonet hand-to-hand fight, flying elbows all over the sky, flying feet and small movements everywhere, making people think that this is not a basketball game but a world wrestling championship.

Every time an outside shot is made, someone will almost stick it in someone's eye.

It's definitely a war between men, iron vs. blood.

The collision of Mars with Earth.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the third quarter, the score was for both sides.

82 to 82, the two sides were tied.

And the fourth quarter of the game is about to begin.

Who will win the final victory, we will see.