Curry has fully caught fire

While the commentators spoke.

In the stands, many fans also recognized the issue at hand.

"Man, how can a washed-up dude inspire the team? What's up with Carlos?"

"Just a greenhorn rookie, and he's got teammates who were in deep trouble, with zero momentum, suddenly firing on all cylinders? That's BS, man! Commentators, you're full of it!"

"Damn, if you got a headache, you should be sitting out, why you keep torturin' yourself, huh?"

"Shoot, I knew it was too good for the deadbeat Suns, this sudden burst, what's the deal? Turns out it's that Carlos guy stirring things up. So freaking annoying!"

"Pfft, so what if he lit a fire under his teammates? Even if the whole squad blows up, they still ain't closed the gap, still down by six. Y'all think you can keep this up after the half?

And on our turf, the 'devil's home court,' we're gonna keep the heat on you."

"That's right, tonight this joint is hell, the graveyard where we're gonna bury your winning streak!"

"Ugh..." Carlos, despite being plagued with a headache and not in top form, managed to inspire a burst from his teammates, much to the displeasure of Jazz fans. During the halftime break, they were cursing and full of resentment towards Carlos.

But it's undeniable.

It was indeed Carlos who, despite not playing well due to his headache, helped the Suns pull back 15 points in one quarter, and now they were just six points behind, giving the Suns a chance to win the game even on the devilish home court of the Jazz.

Even in the worst state of form and fitness, there was still a chance to win.

All the suspense lay in the second half.

Soon...

The halftime break ended.

The second half began...

The sides switched...

"Whoosh!"

Deron attacked Nash aggressively, driving to the basket, attempting a teardrop shot off the glass, but no good.

The rebound?!

Al and Frye went up for it together, Kirilenko and Carlos joined the fray. Ultimately... Carlos snagged the rebound first, passing it out to Nash on the perimeter.

"Whoosh!"

Nash quickly initiated the fast break.

Driving down the lane, drawing the defense and the double team, then dishing it out to Curry, who had moved to the left corner, Curry caught the ball and lifted up for a three-pointer.

Accompanied by the sweet sound of the net.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net...

"Wow—"

Van Gundy opened his mouth, surprised, "Curry has been off for half the game, making just one of six attempts, but coming back in the second half, his first three hits. Is this the start of something?"

In the midst of the commentary...

Al made a strong move against Frye and scored, Curry advanced the ball, standing a meter beyond the three-point line facing Deron's defense. He made several quick dribble moves before... suddenly pulling up for a quick shot.

"Whoosh!"

Firing a three-pointer in the face of Deron's defense.

"Dang!"

Deron, as one of the top five point guards in the league, also had lightning-fast reflexes, immediately going up for the block. But... Curry's shot was quicker.

"Swish—"

The ball flew over Deron's fingertips, spinning into the basket like an arrow leaving the bow, splashing the net.

"Swish!"

Another three-pointer sinks in!

"Haha..."

"After two consecutive three-pointers, what did I say? Curry's feeling is finally back in the third quarter. With Carlos not at his best due to a headache, Curry, as the team's second leader.

Finally... he's taking charge."

"It's still Curry, at the top of the arc facing the much taller Kirilenko. How will he attack? Accelerating from the left flank, he suddenly makes a signature, sweeping behind-the-back move.

Wow—

He chooses to shoot directly, from a meter beyond the three-point line, a deep three with an ultra-quick release, and again, before Kirilenko can get a hand up, the unreasonable shot goes up.

This shot?! Bang! Hits again, 3 for 3, Curry's three-pointer touch has finally returned."

"Now Curry is standing with the ball two meters beyond the three-point line. Is he getting carried away? Carlos comes up to set a screen, Curry goes around Deron, and then...

My God!

He chooses to shoot again, another ultra-deep three from two meters beyond the three-point line. This shot by Curry..."

Bang!

Yesss! Curry nails another long-range three, kicking off the second half by single-handedly hitting four threes in a row, unleashing a 12-4 scoring storm.

Not only erasing the six-point deficit but also putting his team up by two!

After two dismal quarters, Stephen Curry has erupted, and his outburst was, in no small part, influenced by the rookie, Carlos.

But regardless.

Inspired by Carlos, the Suns have had a major breakout. After sinking deep in the first quarter, they've climbed out of the abyss in the third, safely back on solid ground! The battle for tonight's victory is now back on for grabs.

Van Gundy is passionately commentating with an invigorated look, and Mike Breen is also astonished by Carlos, who, despite being plagued by a headache and not in top form, is still making significant contributions to the team.

On the court...

Despite the Jazz's intense home-court atmosphere, Curry has fully caught fire, and with the rest of the Suns players, they've unleashed the energy befitting of the Western Conference's top team.

Exploding on the court...

Even with the Jazz holding the tenth spot in the West and their 'devilish home court,' they couldn't dominate the Suns as they did in the first quarter.

"Whistle!"

Curry's barrage forces Jazz coach Jerry Sloan to call a timeout.

After the timeout...

Both teams are locked in a tense struggle.

Remember, in the first quarter, the Jazz almost crushed the tired Suns with their key players resting, but now the game is evenly matched.

And the turning point...

Came in the last three minutes of the third quarter.

Curry's relentless outburst meant that with three minutes left in the third, he had already racked up 18 points, forcing the Jazz to ramp up their defensive focus on him.

And because of that...

Even with 'altitude sickness,' a headache, and a lack of concentration, Carlos, who was still tightly guarded, finally received less attention.

So...

"Whoosh!"

With no energy to drive hard, Carlos, in the last three minutes, went 3 for 4, hitting three threes. After Curry was restrained, Carlos, dragging his aching body,

led his team on a 13-4 scoring run, smoothly stretching a tight score into an 11-point lead, stunning the Jazz fans.

"What the heck?!"

"Is Carlos some kind of demon?!"

"Even with a headache and off form, he fights hard, inspires his teammates, and now he's hitting threes in a row, leading the charge for a comeback. Carlos... he's just a rookie, how can he be this strong?!"

"I'm gonna be sick!"

"How can a player be this good, I'm impressed!"