The commentator looked at the time and saw that the Pacers almost missed their best opportunity.

Miller sighed. This game reminded him of those experiences in the regular season.

What he was most worried about happened.

At the critical moment, this team does not have a stable scoring point.

No one can confidently slap their chest and say, "Leave the ball to me and I'll take care of it."

O'Neal can't do it, and Artest can't do it even more.

Miller didn't care much about losing in the regular season because of this.

He lost the second game of the series because of this, and he could tell himself that he still had a chance.

But if we lose again today...

"Damn it!" Miller also cursed secretly. In the end, will he still have to rely on himself who is nearly forty years old?

But this time, the Pistons gave the Pacers no chance to struggle.

Billups used an elusive ground pass to assist Ben to dunk under the basket!

O'Neal's attention was attracted by Billups, and the basket was left empty.

After the dunk, Ben didn't forget to yell at Artest.

Artest gritted his teeth. If the big guy wasn't more intimidating than him, he would have to teach that afro man a lesson.

It’s not that I’m afraid of being fined or suspended, the key thing is… I’m afraid of not being able to beat!

"There were 11 seconds left on the clock and the Pacers were 6 points behind. Coach Carlisle stopped the game. They were only a hair away from hell!"

Pistons fans cheer at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Of course, the way they cheer is different from fans in other cities.

At this time, the Pacers players sitting on the bench had to endure the curse words spouted by the fans behind them while listening to Carlisle's tactics.

"Harrington, you help Miller block Hamilton and Jermaine. You try to contain Ben in the paint so that he can't do anything. Reggie, you take this shot!"

Miller looked at Carlisle and nodded silently.

A team competing for the championship can only rely on a nearly 40-year-old veteran for key goals...

How sad this is.

But did Carlisle have a choice? He didn't have a choice.

His team can defend key goals, but it may not be able to score key goals.

In the end, Miller, whose physical energy was nearly exhausted, did not make the life-or-death shot.

He is no longer the Miller who scored 8 points in 9 seconds, pushed away the "God" to complete the buzzer beater, or grabbed Spike Lee's neck with both hands.

He is almost 40 years old, and this burden should have been shouldered by others.

but......

"Hit your ass!" Bird turned off the TV and smashed the remote control.

Beside him, team general manager Donnie Walsh remained silent.

The general manager's office was silent for a long time, until the Indiana basketball legend stood up.

The Detroit Pistons defeated the league's number one Pacers in the Eastern Conference finals 4-2.

All their efforts for a year were in vain.

"Larry..."

"Stop talking, you've seen it, we are still one breath away from the championship!" Bird interrupted forcefully before Walsh could finish.

"how do you want to do it?"

"Reinforce!"

"Who to reinforce?"

"The people we need."

"Even if it's reinforcements from the damn draft?" Walsh also became serious. He knew what Bird wanted to do.

Walsh also affirmed that Bird knew that he had always been unfavorable to Wayne.

Bird didn't answer, but walked straight out of the office.

Walsh also cursed angrily.

From O'Neal to Artest, from Bird to Walsh...
Chapter completed!