On the Lakers' side, Kobe practiced his three-pointers. Every shot was precise and decisive. His eyes were sharp, his fighting spirit high, and he was determined to lead his team to victory with his scoring.
O'Neal practiced dunking beneath the basket. Every slam made the backboard shudder and hum. His strength was astonishing, his presence imposing, as though he meant to crush the Knicks' interior defense completely.
The courtside commentators began analyzing the two teams' form again. Kevin Harlan said, "Judging by the pregame warm-ups, both teams' players are in excellent shape. Li Fei's midrange game is still unstoppable, and Kobe's shooting touch is red-hot. This game is bound to be a dogfight."
Marv Albert nodded. "Exactly. With home-court advantage behind them, the Knicks players are clearly more fired up. But the Lakers players have also shown that they're ready to fight with their backs against the wall. Whoever can withstand the pressure will have the last laugh."
Bill Walton added, "Game 7 isn't just about ability. It's about mentality and resilience. The Knicks have the championship pedigree to chase a three-peat, and the Lakers have the dominance of the OK Duo. This game really is impossible to predict, but I favor the Knicks at home."
In the stands, the fans continued cheering and shouting, waving flags and signs as a sea of blue surged through Madison Square Garden.
The time on the scoreboard ticked away. Only one minute remained before tip-off.
The players from both teams returned to their benches. Their head coaches went over the tactics one more time, and the players exchanged high fives, their eyes resolute as they prepared to take the floor.
Li Fei sat on the bench, calmly drinking water, his eyes fixed on the court. There wasn't a trace of nervousness on his