"He's still got gas! There's still fuel in his tank!"
Marv Albert shouted excitedly, "This little guy has the heart of a giant!"
It was the Knicks' turn.
Li Fei no longer posted up low. He received the ball near the free-throw line, facing the basket.
He looked at Hill in front of him and suddenly smiled.
Then he began dribbling. A simple jab step, followed by a wide crossover, and he actually blew past Hill like a guard!
After driving into the paint and facing Geiger's help defense, Li Fei did not force the shot. Instead, he delivered an exquisite behind-the-back pass to the trailing Donyell Marshall!
Marshall caught the ball with no one guarding him and slammed it home with both hands!
112–110!
"A pass! Li Fei chose to pass! When everyone thought he was going to go one-on-one, he finished the possession in the most sensible way possible! That's MVP-level basketball IQ!"
One minute remained!
Iverson had the ball. Everyone knew he was going to isolate. The Knicks knew it too. Sprewell stuck to him like glue, giving him not the slightest bit of room.
Iverson strung together crossover after crossover, his rhythm growing faster and faster, the basketball nearly slipping out of his control! Just when Sprewell thought he had him locked down, Iverson suddenly came to a hard stop!
Sprewell could not pull back his momentum and took a step forward!
That one step!
Iverson rose up from the spot, using the last shred of his strength to launch the ball!
The basketball's flight wobbled through the air. It clanked awkwardly off the front of the rim, bounced twice, and finally dropped in!
Tied at 112!
After making the shot, Iverson could no longer hold himself up. He braced both hands on his knees and