O'Neal Jr. held Rashid's turn hard and raised his big hand in the air, interfering with his shot.

The basketball flew out, the trajectory was a little off, and it bounced out of the hoop, Artest jammed Waben, and Harrington scooped the ball out and threw it to Tinsley.

Tinsley picked up the ball and quickly rushed to the frontcourt, Billups and Prince chased behind, Miller answered on the side, and the four rushed down like galloping horses, fighting two against two.

"Interfere with him!" Brown roared off the pitch, and not far away, Blair stood up with his fists clenched, his brow furrowed and his gaze as hard as iron.

Tence glanced at the scorer and stepped to the three-point line, only to flick the ball to Miller behind him. When he got the ball, Miller didn't even think about it, and jumped directly to throw the ball from a distance.

'Whew! ''Squeak! ’

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and there was a cheer from the Pacers' bench, but the Pistons, on the other hand, were full of helplessness.

Replaying Miller's last shot before halftime on the big screen, he didn't shoot as he was good at, but instead used a mid-to-long-range shot that Iverson is good at. This type of shot requires a very high level of softness in the wrist, and apart from Iverson and Parker, few others can hit.

"Damn, that's lucky." Rashid gasped.

The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of half-time, and Wajben shook his head, sweat flying everywhere, and followed Brown into the dressing room. Behind is a huge scoreboard, 40:42, the home team is still behind, the away team is in front, but today's home team is the Pacers, and the away team is the Pistons.

Yes, this is not the sixth game of the Eastern Conference finals, after the Pistons fought back together, they successfully won the sixth game, in which Huaben shot 16 of 28, cut 38 points, 18 rebounds, and became the first hero.

In the battle of Tianwang Mountain, the Pistons and Pacers finally ushered in the moment of bayonets. Game 7 of any series is considered the best game for the strength and tenacity of a team, and both the Pacers and Pistons are very good at this kind of horror game.

In the West, as Warben predicted, the Lakers tackled the Timberwolves at home, and Garnett exited the Finals with the title of runner-up in the West, and unfortunately, in the Timberwolves, he made it to the final four of the league for the last time. In the future, until he reaches the Green Shirts, he will never have a chance to touch the threshold of the finals.

The Lakers can't wait for their fifteenth championship in history and their fourth in five years. It's not the first time that Malone and Payton have reached the Finals, but they have never been so confident, in the past, they could only rely on themselves to enter the Finals, but today, they have stronger teammates around them than they are now, and they have never felt so close to the championship as they are now.

The Pistons successfully defended their first home court since the Eastern Conference Finals, and finally avoided the complete fall of Auburn Hills Palace. They won 100-89 to cut out the Pacers' long-awaited fourth victory.

Today, at the Consec Center in Polis, the best two teams in the East will play the final showdown, and the winner will represent the Eastern Conference Finals; Those who lose will withdraw from the battlefield of the championship race.

Carlisle cheered on his players in the locker room, foaming at the mouth and delighting: "Great job, boys, that's it, do you feel that the Detroiters don't have the strength anymore?" They have reached a tipping point! All we need is a little more effort, and they'll collapse, like balloons, they've inflated to the extreme, and we'll blow them up with one breath, so do it, guys, and go for the glory you deserve! ”

"Reggie, do you have anything to say?" Carlisle has his sights set on Miller, and at this time, no one can replace the veteran's role.

Miller smiled, pale and tired, and he shook his head lightly and said, "It's nothing, Rick, you're right, I think we can burn down the Detroit camp with just one more fire." Guys, glory or shame, just tonight, standing proudly or lying crappily on the ground for people to ravage, just watch this game. ”

He paused, then said slowly, "I don't want to, this is the last fight of my career!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Miller's tired eyes revealed a glow, and his eyes became sharp as knives again. Only then will people understand why this thin middle-aged uncle is known as the number one killer in the history of the Alliance, and why he has always kept his opponents in awe throughout his seventeen-year history.

Miller's gaze swept over each of his teammates, and as he swept over O'Neal Jr., he asked worriedly, "Hey, Jermaine, are you okay?" ”

After listening to Miller's words, everyone looked at little O'Neal, and only then did they notice that his face was still covered with beads of sweat, and his big face, which used to be dark and shiny, had become a little pale today.

Little O'Neal smiled bitterly and shook his head, his two big hands rubbed vigorously on his left knee, Carlisle saw this scene, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom: "Jermaine, your knee"

"It's nothing, it's the same as before, it's no problem after today, hehe." Little O'Neill said lightly.

Miller wanted to say something, but O'Neal Jr. interrupted him and smiled, "Reggie, I'm not going to let this fight be the last event of your career." ”

Everyone was silent, and then, everyone's eyes seemed to be on fire.

Miller took a deep breath, the exhaustion of his body swept away, and he seemed to return to his youthful moments again. In the six Eastern Conference finals, the veteran played an average of 40 minutes per game, scoring 24.5 points and dished four assists, at the cost of overdrawn physical strength and sore muscles after each game.

In the Pistons' locker room, Brown stood in the middle, briefly summarized the advantages and disadvantages of the first half of the game, corrected the tactics, and made substitutions: "Ben, you can make up the defense at any time in the middle, Richard replaces Tyshawn, and try to find as many opportunities as possible on the premise of guarding the old guy; Patin and Chauncey swapped, organising the offense, passing, getting the ball into the hands of every teammate who needed it, and as for the defense, leave it to Ben. Memet, you replace Darko off, Darko, get a good rest, and in six minutes you come on and attack the inside! I want them to crash! ”

"They're on the verge of collapse." Patin said calmly, "I've been observing, Reggie. Miller's physical strength is extreme, and every step he runs is an overdraft of life; Jermaine definitely has a physical problem, guys, I'll play inside and attack them later! ”

Brown nodded in satisfaction, looked inquiringly at Huaben, and motioned for him to say a few words. He never counted on Hua Ben for pre-war mobilization before, who didn't know that this guy was notoriously stupid. Who knows, after the All-Star Game, Ben suddenly opened his mind and became an eloquent man like Saddam Hussein and Gaddafi, of course he didn't know that now Hua himself has the skill of hosting freely.

Waben sniffed and said, "I haven't tasted the championship, so I don't know what it tastes like, I don't know if you know what it tastes like, but I think it's definitely great, otherwise why would everyone go so hard to pursue it?" ”

As he spoke, Hua Ben closed his eyes, leaned against the wardrobe and said slowly: "I've never been so close, guys, I've never been so close to the championship!" Throughout the season, there are many people between us, and many people have come, but what remains unchanged is our belief and pursuit, the championship, we must win the championship! If Satan hinders us, then tear Satan to pieces; If God stops us, then slaughter God! ”

"Anyone who stands in the way of our pursuit of the championship, get out of the way!" Hua Ben suddenly opened his eyes and roared, "Champion, we just want champion!" ”

"As long as the championship!" The Pistons roared angrily.

"Ready to fight!" Huaben stood up murderously and walked out of the locker room first. When the team was behind, he never just said that he was the first to charge, and he always believed that this was what the boss should do.

In the third quarter, the Pistons had the ball, and Patin came off the bench to get Rashid's serve, and he had a charming smile on his face as he slapped the ball and jogged forward.

Wajburn landed outside the three-point line, and as soon as he stood still, Patin quickly passed the ball into his hands. Artest immediately stared at it, his eyes fierce. Facing Artest, who was not a fake color, Hua himself suddenly pulled up and jumped up from the floor, Artest was shocked and hurriedly caught up, but it was too late, Hua Ben had already jumped up, and he had already aimed at the orange hoop.

The orange ball turned into a ball of lightning, it spun rapidly in the air, and even made a sharp whistling sound, and under the desperate gaze of the fans, the ball fell into the hoop with precision.

At 42:42, the score was tied.

"You're too far away from me." Hua Ben proudly raised his head and said, his expression uninhibited.

Artest sneered and served to Miller, who did not hand over the ball, but directed his teammates to run independently, and under his control, the players ran in an orderly manner. Pacers fans were pleasantly surprised to find that their team's offense was still so orderly, and they still had a good chance of winning.

O'Neal Jr. twisted his body to catch the ball, but Rashid pestered him like an octopus, denying him a chance to hold the ball easily. Seemingly helpless, O'Neill Jr. had no choice but to leave the box and move out, after all, the closer he got to Miller, the more he could get the ball, and there was no doubt that Rashid followed.

Just as the two were entangled and left the penalty area, Artest, who had been watched by Huaben, suddenly bypassed the two and ran inside.

"Grass!" Warben scolded angrily and hurried to chase, but O'Neal Jr. blocked him, Miller hoisted the ball into the inside line for the first time, Artest got the ball, jumped up and held the ball in one hand, and smashed the ball hard with his arm behind his head, smashing the ball into the hoop vigorously.

"Well done!" Carlisle applauded vigorously.

Hua Ben also applauded vigorously, he nodded and said, "Sorry, brothers, this ball is mine, come on, then let me fight back, man, fight back!" ”

(To be continued)