Although he now occupies the position of the team's starting center, due to his own strength, he has a pitiful number of attacks with the ball. This will not lead to any conflict between him and the team, but after all, he is a young man with strong blood, who wants to be a coolie under the basket all day.

"Well done, Samuel!" Lamar smiled and gave a thumbs up to Dampot.

Dampotter grinned so wide that his head was almost up to his ass. Look at the appearance of that sassy bag, I wish God would praise him at this time.

"Praise me, continue to praise me!"

The Mavericks attacked, and naturally continued to use Nowitzki and Finley. At this time, Finley also seemed to be screaming, and as soon as the golden finger opened, Sean Battil, who was in charge of defending him, suddenly became a moving set.

"Huh!"

Finley continued to ignore Battier's face-sealing tactics and hit another mid-range shot. After the ball was scored, Finley deliberately shook his hand at Lamar, as if to say "I have a hot hand, I score". It's such an arrogant mess.

"Give me the ball!" Lamar finally spoke.

Billups frowned slightly, he didn't think Lamar was a good idea to take revenge at this time. In his opinion, this is simply the courage of a horseman. Even Lamar is not a machine no matter how powerful he is, and such a blind attack is just a waste of effort.

However, Lamar has the tacit right to fire freely with the manager's acquiescence in the team, and as long as he opens his mouth to ask for the ball, Billups has no reason to refuse.

After passing the ball to Lamar, Billups also started to run aggressively, and since he couldn't stop Lamar from doing it, he had to create as many singles opportunities as possible for him.

Compared to Billups, the head coach of the Mavericks, Nelson Sr., did not dare to take it lightly in the slightest, and specially arranged for Nash to be closely marked.

Lamar dribbled to the top of the arc of the three-point line, and Nowitzki, who was in charge of defending him, hurriedly stepped forward, staring at the basketball in Lamar's hand with both eyes, and his shoulders were slightly sideways, ready to prevent Lamar from breaking through.

"Are you trying to stop me?" Lamar sneered.

"If you can prevent it, you will know if you try it. Nowitzki took a slight step back. He knew that even if he looked at the entire alliance, the person who could guard against Lamar in a one-on-one situation would probably be extinct long ago. Those who are taller than him are not as fast as him, those who are shorter than him are not as strong as him, and those who are stronger than him are not as flexible as him.

"Then let's try!" Lamar's body moved as soon as he finished speaking, and his shoulders shook continuously.

This alone was enough to make Nowitzki feel like he was on the verge of a great enemy, and his footsteps involuntarily followed, and the rhythm that had been maintained was instantly disrupted.

Finley, who was defending Alan Houston on the side, saw this and hurriedly pounced on it, ready to wrap it. Horn on the inside also moved outside, ready to make up when Lamar broke through.

Now is the time!

Lamar's eyes suddenly lit up, his body leaned slightly upward, and he held the ball high in both hands and threw it to Dampoter on the inside.

Without Finley's constant containment, Horn, who has lost his defensive position, is simply a dish in the eyes of Dampoter. The big ass slammed into the back, and then, regardless of the effect, turned around and came with a one-handed violent buckle.

Poor Horn was still thinking of using brute force to fight for himself, but now he can only put aside this unrealistic idea, and is squeezed to the side by Dampoter's big elbow tragedy.

"Boom!"

The basketball hoop was hit by this force, and suddenly couldn't stop shaking up and down, seeing that the frame might collapse at any time.

"Praise me, continue to praise me!"

Dampotter tilted his head and muttered a rap that only he could hear, and twisted his ass towards his own half.

Old Nelson on the sidelines couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the situation like this. Although it still looks like the Mavericks are dominant, in front of Finley's god-like mid-range shooting, Sean Battier, a rookie, doesn't even have the power to parry. But he knows very well that the closer he gets to the basket on the basketball court, the easier it is to score. Finley and Nowitzki's feel is that no matter how good it is, there are times when it cools down. And Dampoter, who directly attacked the basket, was different, as long as he shook Horn away first, the rest of the slam dunks were almost 100 hits, like that kind of stupid thing to dunk on the hoop, he felt that Dampot should not be able to do it.

His guess was proved by the fact that in the next offense, although Nowitzki's mid-range shot hit again, this time it was clearly a dribble, and the basketball jumped several times on the basket before reluctantly rolling in.

On the other hand, the Knicks' offense is still focused on the point of Dampoter, although Horn has tried his best, but he can't put it on the table in front of Dampoter, who is in excellent form. After the Haitian dribbled several times in a row, he couldn't find the north, and the slam dunk that followed was completely logical.

"Dirk!"

Old Nelson screamed, pointing at Nowitzki and then at Darmster.

Nowitzki was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Although he agreed happily on the surface, in fact, Nowitzki had already scolded the eighteenth generation of old Nelson's ancestors in his heart. To let him keep an eye on that Dampott is to send a sheep into the tiger's mouth! But he can't help but agree, because if he refuses, it proves that he is a soft egg.

The poor mood directly led to the basketball he threw out of sight, and after some competition, Houston stepped on the ball like shit and took the player into his arms.

"Give it to me!"

Lamar reached for the ball next to him, but now he has lost a good opportunity to break quickly, so he can only play steadily.

After Dampoter's consecutive scores, he was almost bubbling up at this time, and he walked briskly inside. Seeing that the person who was watching him had become Nowitzki, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"Do you German softass want to compete with me?"

If it had been before, Dampot's little classmate wouldn't have dared to argue with Nowitzki so blatantly, just with his three-legged cat's offensive skills, he would be a scum in front of Dirk. But tonight was different, he felt that he was possessed by the god of war, so those big stars who were originally looking up to the mountains in his eyes were all attributed to the category of dung. It's Naken, he doesn't pay attention to it now, let alone a Novitsky who has been soft for 3,500 years.

"Shut up, rookie!" was called a soft egg, and Novitsky's heart was about to explode in depression.

"Let you see how good Lao Tzu is!"

"Okay!

Dampott said with a sudden force back, his body slamming into Nowitzki.

Nowitzki only felt a powerful force coming at him, then felt tightness in his chest and his eyes were shining, and he almost shouted, "mygod!", and it looked like he could get off the game early if Dampoter did it again.

When Dampotter saw Nowitzki's bear-like appearance, a wicked smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then he slammed his ass hard against the surface of the boat.

The terrible screams of King Nuo reached the sky, and those who heard it were really sad, and those who heard it shed tears. Just one sound effect is enough to be compared to a classic tragedy.

Dampoter singled Nowitzki, because they are all interior players, it is inevitable that there will be some obscure physical contact, and if Dampoter wants to win by his brute force, he will inevitably squeeze to the basket behind him. And Nowitzki, who was in charge of defense, tried his best to resist in order to protect the interests of his team.

But the strength of the two people and the strength coefficient of the body are obviously not of the same level. As a result, Dampoter's body continued to arch back. Nowitzki's body is constantly leaning forward! In this case, it is inevitable that the two people will touch the waist and above the knee.

Probably because of the distraction, Nowitzki's umbilicus is constantly rubbed against Dhampot's buttocks, and it is inevitable that there will be a little physiological reaction. Of course, this is a very normal thing, after all, although he has a very good sexual orientation, he has been touched a lot in that position. I don't have long eyes, I can't tell the difference between men and women, and it's understandable that there is a little situation.

But Dampot's classmate is different, as a strong man of more than two meters, being pointed at his chrysanthemum by a big man with that thing is really unbearable.

Originally, he didn't think about anything, he just wanted to remind Nowitzki to be a little more restrained. But after all, it was game time, and his hands were all busy, so he wanted to use some special methods to remind the hungry pervert.

The buttocks tightened, the breath sank into the dantian, the waist contracted, the concentration was calm, and then the back was hit. And so tragedy happened! All things considered, there were many aspects to it, and Dampotter couldn't be blamed, he just wanted to tell the other party that he had no interest in that kind of misconduct. Novisky can't be blamed, he just made a mistake and hated for eternity, and he couldn't control his own brother.

I watched Novitsky lying on his side on the ground, his hands clasping his private parts, his body arched into a big prawn, his face was pale, and he opened his big mouth "hehe" for a long time without saying a reason.

"He's not going to break like that, is he?" Lamar looked at Dampotter with a black line on his face.

Dampot glanced at Nowitzki on the ground in disgust, and said viciously: "If it's broken, it deserves it, and if it's broken, it's clean!" ”

The Mavericks players were all surrounding Nowitzki at this point, and no one was going to take care of Dampoter. In fact, they didn't know what happened at all, and they only saw their boss being hit by the big man of the other party a few times, and a tragedy happened. Then I heard Novitsky scream, and Boss Novitz fell.

"Mr. Referee, that Haitian guy on the other side is a malicious foul at all, do you want to wait for him to dethrone Dirk before using your rights?"

Nelson Sr. jumped up the moment Nowitzki fell, jumping up and down on the sidelines, screaming. Just a few minutes after the start of this game, the two generals under him were plotted one after another. And the injuries are all in one place, and I don't know where to start if I want the team doctor to treat it.