Playoff Single-Game Three-Point Assault on the Hornets (4K)

"The Lakers won! On their home court, they took this crucial game!"

The Lakers entered the fourth quarter with a 15-point lead.

Of course, Zen Master and Jordan would not give up so easily! Even if they were down by 15.

This was Game 3! A tied 1-1 Game 3!

In terms of importance, this game was probably second only to the pivotal Game 5 and a Game 7!

A miraculous comeback was not impossible. Coming back from 15 points down would not even count as a major achievement in Jordan's career!

Michael Jordan—the name of the God of Basketball itself meant miracles!

Hack-a-Shaq!

Combined with Jordan isolating without limit!

That was Zen Master's strategy for taking back the lead in the fourth quarter.

Since they could not stop Kobe, then they would hack him!

The Hornets had more than enough big men stockpiled!

Divac, Rodman, Coleman, Grant, old Reggie Miller!

None of them were indispensable! Even if one fouled out, there were other teammates to fill in!

Five human shields!

They were there to wear down O'Neal!

Unlike the Spurs, where losing either of their Twin Towers would be a devastating blow.

The Hornets, on the other hand, had no need to worry about foul trouble at all!

"Tch! You dare hack Shaq? The Big Diesel's touch is unbeatable today!" O'Neal strode to the free-throw line with a confident look on his face.

All eyes were on him!

The Lakers fans quickly fell silent. This was the quietest moment of a normal game. They held their breath, afraid of disrupting O'Neal's free throws!

O'Neal took a deep breath.

He shook his shoulders.

He held the ball and spun it in his hands!

The feel was good!

Then he tossed it out.

Clang! The sound of the basketball striking the