Game 3 of the Western Conference Finals begins at the Jazz's home arena, the Delta United Center.

The lineups of the two sides are: Jazz, center Foster, power forward Carl Malone, small forward Byron Russell, scoring guard Hornacek, and playmaking guard Stockton.

Rockets, center Olajuwon, power forward Kevin Garnett, small forward Robert Horry, scoring guard Drexler, playmaker Mark Jackson.

"Boy, you did a great job on the court." Malone leaned against Garnett and said.

"Yes, thank you for the compliment." Garnett was unrelenting.

"But I'm telling you, it's Utah, not Houston today, so you have to be careful." Malone threatens Garnett.

"Hey, old fellow, you know, this is the NBA arena, this is the battlefield, and you don't want to win unless you can get over my corpse." Garnett fought back undaunted.

After hearing this, Malone pursed his lips and didn't take it seriously at all.

Leaning back, Garnett was caught off guard by the sheer amount of power.

Seeing Garnett's footsteps staggering, Malone turned around and shot with a flick of his wrist.

At the moment when the basketball was shot, a large hand flew out from the right side of the basketball and slapped it on the basketball fiercely.

A beautiful cap was produced.

"Who is it?" Malone secretly exclaimed in his heart.

As soon as he turned around, a slender figure appeared.

Kevin Garnett.

Looking at the unruly guy with his eyes, Ma Long's nerves shrank violently.

Headache, why is this kid still this kid, didn't he just run away from him.

Reacted so quickly.

What a lot of athleticism.

"Well done, Kevin." Olajuwon stepped forward and patted Garnett.

"How's it going, Carl, our hot pot in Houston is delicious." Olajuwon glanced at Malone and said.

"It's good, but it's not flavorful enough." Malone rolled his eyes and served.

"Kevin, you have to be careful, that old bastard is notoriously black, and I don't want my team's main power forward to miss the final game of the season in the hospital." Olajuwon said earnestly.

"I know, Hakim, I'm not going to give them a chance." Garnett also said solemnly.

"Alright, guys, we're going to defend." Mark Jackson clapped his hands on the side and said.

The Jazz quickly sent the ball, Malone covered Hornacek and missed a three-pointer from the outside.

Horry grabbed the rebound and made a long pass to Drexler, who was already on the verge of going down.

Drexler who receives the ball, and Byron Russell who dodges behind the ball and steals it.

Two big steps, and it invaded the paint area.

With a jump of his legs, he soared into the air, and it was a one-armed windmill slam dunk.

After Drexler, who completed the dunk, landed, he let out a difficult roar.

I vented my emotions a little.

Looking at the imposing rocket, Malone and Stockton's faces were gloomy.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the battle intent in each other's eyes.

Turn over.

Jazz offense.

Stockton took control of the ball and came to the three-point line.

Gesturing, Malone quickly stepped forward to block the demolition.

After misaligning the defense, Garnett kept an eye on Stockton.

However, as the best playmaker in NBA history, Garnett, who has only 2 years of NBA experience, is obviously not an opponent.

Stockton looked at the big young man and smiled indifferently.

A ground-hitting pass went straight under Garnett's crotch.

Malone took Mark Jackson to a quick cut to the basket.

Seeing Stockton's pass, he took the ball in stride and shook off Mark Jackson.

Foster desperately blocked Olajuwon, and Malone dunked hard into the basket with a big dunk.

Malone, who completed the dunk, just calmly slapped Stockton.

However, the monstrous fighting spirit was accurately transmitted to the Rockets' players through this dunk.

Come on, let's fight.

At this point, the third match between the two sides has reached a white-hot level.

Here, Olajuwon scored a goal under the bag of the inside double.

Over there, Malone used the pick-and-roll to shoot.

Here, Drexler's layup was directly picked up by Foster from the air.

Stockton would have been knocked off the field by Horry.

The game between the two sides has boiled.

Basketball fans in Salt Lake City and around the world are enthusiastic.

It's a battle of will and endurance.

However, the Rockets have a huge advantage on the bench.

When Bodi Roga, Saulius, Ray Allen, Marik Rose and Ben Wallace came on the court, the Jazz's bench simply couldn't compete.

can only let Ma Long, who has just come off the field, play against him.

Fortunately, the Rockets' replacements are all rookies.

The two sides can be regarded as attacking and defending each other, and the situation is still stable.

Then the main forces of both sides appeared.

At this time, the battle began.

50 flat.

62 flat.

70 flats.

The two sides engaged in a brutal tug-of-war.

The spirit of both sides is highly concentrated, and every ball must be contested, and it is often possible to see a man of more than 2 meters directly putting himself on the sidelines.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

The fourth quarter of the game was close to the end, and the score was 85:85.

The two sides were tied again.

There are 2 minutes and 31 seconds left in the clock.

Rocket offensive.

Mark Jackson pouted himself and spanked his big ass, arching into the three-point line little by little.

Look at this or continue to bully Stockton.

If you want to wrap me, I'll pass the ball.

If you don't, I'll score it myself.

This kind of offense is like an unsolvable equation, and people don't know how to choose.

"Mark, can't you just stop playing like this, your style of play is really disgusting." Stockton said helplessly.

"No way, John, you know I'd be glad to break through you head-on if your leg was always trying to go up my ankle." Mark Jackson looked at a helpless Stockton and said.

"You know, that's impossible." Stockton said.

"Then I'm sorry John, that's all I can do for my ankle." Mark Jackson could only say helplessly.

As he spoke, Mark Jackson was within range of his ugly little hook hand.

Mark Jackson rolls over and hits with a small hook.

Seriously.

It's really ugly.

87:85 Rockets lead.

Stockton was still so firmly in control of the ball.

He found that there were few opportunities for a fast break.

Because the physical exertion of the players on his side is very large.

And the bench on the Rockets' side also played for a long time, giving the main players a lot of time to rest.

It can only be a positional war.

Stockton is still blocking with Malone.

After Stockton dismantled the ball, he continued to cut off the ball.

Malone took the ball and saw that Stockton had cut into the basket, and his wrist flipped the ball into Stockton's hand under the basket.

And the Rockets' players naturally wanted to shrink inward and try to encircle Stockton.

But Stockton is Stockton after all, the ball didn't stay in his hands at all, and his hands flicked into Hornacek's hands outside.

The unguarded Hornacek made a mid-range shot and the two sides were tied again.

87：87

Rockets are on the attack.

The ball went into Garnett's hands, and Malone behind him defended tightly and didn't have much chance.

At this time, Drexler's had already cut in and made a no-ball counterrun with Garnett, passing Garnett.

Garnett makes a ground-hitting pass and the ball goes into Drexler's hands.

Drexler, who was already preparing to go to the basket, saw that Foster, Malone and Hornacek had surrounded themselves to death, and he didn't get hard.

The ball was pressed against Foster's waist and passed.

Standing on the baseline, Horry was unguarded.

Horry calmly adjusted after receiving the ball and hit a three-point shot.

90：87

Jazz offense.

Stockton and Malone blocked again.

Malone holds the ball and rushes inside.

Stockton cut to the bottom line without the ball.

Malone passes the ball after attracting the defender.

Stockton received the ball, which was also a calm adjustment.

Three-point hit.

90：90

There is 1 minute left in the time.

The Rockets attack with the ball.

With the ball in the basket, Olajuwon performed a dream dance move.

Continued to shake over Malone's Foster.

A pick-and-roll hit.

92：90

There are 37.4 seconds left in the clock.

Jazz pauses.

"Listen, everyone, the block and the pick-and-roll, this time it's a multi-person block, Hornacek, your position is at the top of the circle, everyone blocks and dismantles in a row, and then Jeff makes a shot, understand." Sloan laid out the final tactic.

"Understood."

"Let's go, then"

The old soup of the Rockets also arranged defensive tactics.

Players from both sides take the field.

Jazz serves.

Stockton was still so consistent with the ball.

The Jazz began to keep gearing.

After several round-trips, Hornacek was empty.

Stockton passes.

Hornacek catches the ball and shoots.

The posture is beautiful and the hand shape is perfect.

The ball is also very stable,

The white waves rolled up and hit.

There are 12.8 seconds left in the clock.

93：92

Rocket pause.

"Very good, boys, we have been left for more than ten seconds, we have one last chance, Robert, you have the last goal, okay." Lao Tang laid out his own tactics.

"Okay, Coach." Horry nodded and said.

"The ball goes inside first, it goes to Hakim, and they're going to get it because they're only one point ahead, and I don't think Hakim has a chance. Then pass the ball out, Hakim you should know where Horry's shot is going out, Robert catches the ball and shoots the game, get it. ”

"Understood."

"Let's play."

Rocket tee-off.

Mark Jackson catches the ball, the ball goes to the basket, and sure enough, the Jazz wrap it up.

Or a bag clip for 3 people.

Olajuwon jumped up and passed the ball.

Horry catches the ball.

It's not very comfortable when you catch the ball.

But I can't care so much, I don't have time.

Horry shot in an awkward position.

"Bang"

The ball smashes into the hoop and bounces.

And the red light of the timer is on.

Jazz 93:92 victory over Rockets.

A difficult redemption.

The big score is 2:1.

The Rockets are still leading for the time being.

After the match, the winning Malone said: "The game has just begun. ”

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