On the next possession, Li Fei once again operated from the high post.
This time, he drew Barkley's help defense. Just as the double-team was about to close in, he fired a behind-the-back pass and found Sprewell curling free again!
The Madman's touch was scorching hot tonight! He did not even bother to set his feet after catching the ball—he rose up and fired!
The ball traced a high arc through the air and, once again, swished cleanly through the net!
"YES! Latrell Sprewell! Two straight high-difficulty three-pointers from him have extinguished the Houston Rockets' comeback momentum!" Marv Albert shouted excitedly from the commentary booth.
Madison Square Garden erupted once more!
The intensity of the game suddenly escalated. Every possession, every defensive stand, came with fierce physical contact.
When Li Fei and Barkley battled for position in the paint, their arms tangled together as though they were engaged in an anything-goes brawl. The referee's whistle blew incessantly, and in the end, neither side got the better of it as both men were called for a double foul.
After separating, the two glared viciously at each other.
Yet there was not a trace of anger or resentment in their eyes—only the purest, most primal fire of competition burning brightly.
The Houston Rockets went on offense. Olajuwon received the ball in the low post and used a light fake to shift Marshall off balance. Then, with his signature baseline spin, he glided toward the basket.
Just when he thought he could finish with an easy layup, a massive shadow descended from above!
It was Li Fei!
Rotating over from the weak side, he sprang up like an eagle pouncing on prey, extending that terrifying 2.45-meter wingspan as he waited in the air for Olajuwon.
Smack!
A crisp, thunderous impact rang out!
Li