091: Will he see me? (Vote for monthly tickets!)_2

The team that had relied on talent to get this far was transforming into a defense-first iron army.

After the steal, Roger quickly counterattacked, while Starks chased from behind and jumped to obstruct but still couldn't prevent Roger from slamming the ball in with a one-handed dunk.

The difference went back to 11 points, that bucket of water had not completely extinguished the fire of victory. Now, the sparks were lit once again.

Pat Williams' palms were sweaty, so close, just a tad closer.

As long as they could reduce the gap to single digits, the mindset of both sides would undergo a huge change, and by then, the situation might very well completely turn around.

Come on, another push, just a bit more!

Patrick Ewing no longer could allow the Magic to close the score; this time on offense he decided to take matters into his own hands—he couldn't just watch as the team's lead was eroded away.