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当时吧,湖人48:94凯尔特人,比赛还剩17秒结束,湖人马上叫了暂停,暂停回来,科比面对凯尔特人五人包夹防守,投中一个三分,还造了犯规,比赛回放裁判看不清是谁犯得,就只好判他们五人一人五个犯规,科神25罚全中,比分追到76:94,还剩15.7秒结束,皮24一拿球科神就犯规不过皮24已经做出投篮动作干拔三分,球进,加罚一次,皮24一罚全中,之后波士顿球迷就骂了起来,原来皮24刚才投的是自己家的框,刚才的分也算到了离篮筐最近的科神身上,所以湖人把比分追到80:94,比赛还剩12秒结束科神拿球,安东尼沃克就沉不住气,用脸去击打科神的肘部,这还没完,那人打完科神后,还倒在地上装被打的样子,这种不入流的演技很快就被裁判看穿,吹他俩技犯,还有教练,助理教练,也吃了两次T,科神6罚6中,86:94,比分很快回到了十分以类,科神直接冲进内线,扣篮又造了犯规,科神故意罚不中抢下篮板又是愤怒的一扣,又造犯规比分变成了90:94,科神依就是故意罚不中抢下篮板扣篮,这次没人犯规,还差两分,比赛还有5秒结束,球过半场皮24摔倒了,科神抢断后一个压哨三分投进。最后,湖人以95:94战胜了凯尔特人,科神在最后的17秒连得47分


来自Android客户端565楼2014-11-25 22:17
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    TO----by Shelley
    One word is too often profaned
    For me to profane it,
    One feeling too falsely distain'd
    For thee to distain it;
    One hope is too like despair
    For prudence to smother,
    And pity from thee more dear
    Than that from another.
    I can not give what men call love:
    But wilt thou accept not
    The worship the heart lifts above
    And the heavens reject not,
    And the desire of the moth for the star,
    Of the nigth for the morrow
    The devotion to something afar
    From the sphere of our sorrow.


    来自Android客户端566楼2014-11-30 07:57
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      TO----by Shelley
      One word is too often profaned
      For me to profane it,
      One feeling too falsely distain'd
      For thee to distain it;
      One hope is too like despair
      For prudence to smother,
      And pity from thee more dear
      Than that from another.
      I can not give what men call love:
      But wilt thou accept not
      The worship the heart lifts above
      And the heavens reject not,
      And the desire of the moth for the star,
      Of the nigth for the morrow
      The devotion to something afar
      From the sphere of our sorrow.


      来自Android客户端567楼2014-11-30 07:58
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        TO----by Shelley
        One word is too often profaned
        For me to profane it,
        One feeling too falsely distain'd
        For thee to distain it;
        One hope is too like despair
        For prudence to smother,
        And pity from thee more dear
        Than that from another.
        I can not give what men call love:
        But wilt thou accept not
        The worship the heart lifts above
        And the heavens reject not,
        And the desire of the moth for the star,
        Of the nigth for the morrow
        The devotion to something afar
        From the sphere of our sorrow.


        来自Android客户端568楼2014-11-30 07:58
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