'We can't lose this game!'
The timeout ended.
Larry Brown's expression shifted the moment he saw O'Neal take the court.
He didn't know what had happened—why Adelman had only played O'Neal for half a quarter before benching him.
But with O'Neal off the court, the East had its only real chance to win.
'With the West's current lineup, who can possibly stop O'Neal?'
'In a moment like this, where a single basket could decide the outcome, who's more unstoppable than O'Neal?'
But it was too late for him to make any adjustments.
The cheers from the twenty thousand-plus fans in the arena died down as many held their breath.
It was crunch time.
Courtside, Jordan patted Ronaldo on the shoulder. "See? Here comes the best part."
He squinted, his gaze shifting between Hill and Iverson. At this moment, even he couldn't be sure which side would claim the final victory.
O'Neal rolled his neck, then grinned at Mutombo, flashing a mouthful of white teeth.
