When I got home that night, I realized that I had a big problem, I seemed to have misremembered the schedule, I should only have one day off after the game against the Suns instead of two days, but fortunately tomorrow is still the home game, if it is the away game, I will need to fly to Minnesota today.

That's right, tomorrow's opponent for the Lakers is the Minnesota Timberwolves, who have last year's rookie Wolf King Garnett and this year's rookie lone wolf Marbury, and the rest of the players are basically unnamed.

I couldn't sleep for a long time while lying under the covers, was what happened today really just a coincidence?

It seems that it can only be described as a coincidence, it's rare that Iverson has time to go to Hollywood to play, and I happened to meet him, how do I feel that even in novels there will be no such coincidences.

Iverson's personal strength is really nothing to say, at least when he first entered the league, Iverson's immediate combat power was the strongest, at that time he had not suffered nearly 20 injuries all over his body, it is said that Iverson's physical fitness was very easy to play rugby, losing to him is actually not ashamed at all, but I don't know when I will be able to defeat him!

Jordan is thirty-four years old this year, according to the timeline of my world, he only has these last two peak seasons left, it's really a pity, for whether I can beat Jordan to win the championship in these two years, I am not sure at all in my heart now, if I can really prevent the Bulls' second triple championship, will Jordan no longer retire because he feels that he has no pursuit, and play in the NBA for a few more years?

Thinking about it, I still slowly closed my eyes, today's one-on-one confrontation with Iverson completely exhausted my energy, this exhaustion is not only physical, but also psychological, he and Jordan are like two mountains in front of me, and I need to do my best to step over.

The Staples Arena is still so buzzing and the fans are as enthusiastic as they were in the last game, and I'm starting to learn to get used to that feeling and try to get myself into the atmosphere.

"Rookie, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

I was about to walk out of the locker room when I was stopped by a voice.

"Bet on what?"

I looked back and didn't realize that the person I wanted to bet on was Shaq, and I looked at him with a puzzled look.

I saw him stretch out three fingers and say:

"Let's bet on whether I can score 30 points at half-time in this game."

"Do you have to gamble? I don't think it's anything to bet on. ”

"It's boring, just forget if you don't gamble."

After saying that, Shaq walked out of the locker room with an unhappy face like a child who wanted to eat candy but was rejected by an adult.

Why does this guy have to bet on me on this kind of thing, to be honest, I don't have the slightest doubt that this guy has the ability to cut 30 points in the half, or even 30 plus 20 in the half, as long as his teammates are willing to pass him more.

Another reason I didn't agree to the bet was that I couldn't think of anything I would get from him if I had won, at least not at all for now.

It seems that no matter whether anyone bets on Shaq, he is determined to take the Timberwolves inside this game, and the Lakers' bench here let out bursts of roars from time to time, which is quite in line with Shaq's carnage on the opponent's inside.

If I'm not mistaken, just halfway through the first quarter, the opposing starting center has been replaced for three fouls, and Garnett, the Wolves who was originally in the power forward position, is full of black lines at this time, it seems that the coach of the Timberwolves wants him to defend Shaq.

Shaq's official height is 2.16 meters, and Garnett's official height is only 2.11 meters, but under my naked eye, the wolf king Garnett is not only not shorter than Shaq, but even feels that he is a little taller.

Obviously, the wolf king has worked quite hard to defend, but his figure may only look half the size of Shaq, I saw him tugging on the jersey on Shak's back, the action is so big that it is like playing wrestling, but not only the referee is familiar with all this, even Shaq himself is like no one, feeling unaffected at all, directly against the wolf king came to a dunk, I roughly counted, this is the second time he has been dunked in three minutes.

The most annoying thing is that Shaq didn't forget to smile and spray a few trash words after the separation, only to see the wolf king's face bruised, with an expression of wanting to skin Shak's life alive, but he knew that he was not Shak's opponent even if he fought, so he could only forcibly hold back his anger, and the red face was indeed a bit miserable.

"Kobe, it's your turn, remember to stay focused, just like you played!"

Finally it was my turn to play, but I didn't even touch the ball in the first two rounds, and it looked like Shaq was going to play the whole first quarter. Scott didn't finish a single pass, but instead passed almost every ball to Shaq.

And today's Shaq is really a bit murderous and outrageous! With less than two minutes to go until the end of the first quarter, he had already hit seven of ten shots, slashed 20 points and eight rebounds, including 6 of eight free throws, and five frontcourt rebounds and two blocks.

I doubt that if he were to take a urine test now, he wouldn't be able to find a drop of urine in the stimulant.

Although I am also quite shocked by his performance, but the whole process of running back and forth without getting the ball, who can stand this feeling!

Scott, this old boy is really hateful, isn't it just the last heads-up loss to me, as for such a target?

Finally, in the last round before the end of the first quarter, I got the first ball of the game, because the time was almost up, so the opponent's baseline serve wanted to pass directly to the front court, and I quickly cut off the ball.

There were eight seconds left until the end of the first quarter, which was more than enough for me to make this last attempt.

I dribbled the ball to the free throw line, and by this time their defenders were already rushing in, leaving me with very limited time and space, and if it wasn't for their defense that pushed me into a corner, I probably wouldn't have been able to use my full strength.

I'm going to show them what a real big heart is, and with 0.5 seconds left in the first quarter, the ball finally left my finger and was going to pass a few centimeters past the blocker's fingertip.

Hollow into the net!

I didn't have the slightest mood swing, as if I had just done something mundane, but the cheers that resounded throughout Staples were quite useful.

At the beginning of the second quarter, the head coach finally got his conscience and mismatched my playing time with that mustache Scott, which gave me a valuable four-minute opportunity to play.

In fact, I was in excellent form today, I wonder if it was yesterday's heads-up with Iverson that opened up my second line, or if this is the visible improvement I got after the duel against the best of the best?

In the first five Lakers offensive rounds at the beginning of the second quarter, I scored a full 12 points in one go, including a three-pointer and a two-and-one, as well as three pull-up shots, all of which were iron-clad shots.

Maybe the coach saw that my state was really hot, so a few minutes later, it was time to replace me, but the coach still didn't make any movement, and it wasn't until six minutes after the second quarter that the two coaches didn't call a timeout, and the two sides went directly to the official timeout.

I panted and looked at the scoreboard above my head, 20 points, 2 rebounds, 0 assists, and hit 9 of 12 shots.

It's horrible, I have such a terrifying scoring explosion.

"Well, Shaq, I'm not worse than you in scoring, I'm sure you can score 30 points in the half, but I can do it too, and if you have the ability, we'll bet on something more interesting."

"Bet on what?"

Shaq looked at me with a strange look, as if he hadn't expected me to say that.

"I haven't figured it out yet."

Soon the timeout was over, Shaq was substituted, and I was back on the bench, so what should I bet with him?