Let Him Attack!

"This will be the final year the Great Western Forum hosts the playoffs." Magic Johnson raised his head from the commentary table and looked up toward the rafters.

Countless banners honoring legends hung above the arena, including the five championship banners he had won.

"This was all I could do for the Lakers, but Kobe is different." Watching Kobe play against the Suns, Magic Johnson vaguely saw his younger self—the spirited rookie who had just entered the league and stolen the spotlight from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Back then, he had become the center of attention and the FMVP in his very first year.

"Kobe will accomplish even more than I did." Looking at the high-spirited Kobe, Magic Johnson could not help but sigh.

On the court, Kobe sent Jason Kidd, who had driven into the paint, crashing to the floor with a huge block!

"Who am I? Where am I?" Kidd stared blankly at the bloodthirsty-looking Kobe!

Come on! Did he really have to go this hard? It was not like he was Michael Jordan!

If he kept being this excessive, he would not have any friends.

From the opening tip, the Lakers and Suns were locked in a blazing battle!

Both teams played at a fast pace!

The Lakers ranked second in the league with 119.7 points per game!

The Suns ranked fourth with 114 points per game!

Their shot attempts and three-point attempts both ranked among the league leaders. When two teams like this faced each other, it was dizzying to watch. There was almost no complicated half-court offense; every player was running as they played!

Under these circumstances, the demands on a team's ball-handling brain were incredibly high.

The faster the pace, the higher the demands on the player with the ball.

And the gap between Kobe and