Chapter 273: You Fucking Good Don't Learn from Me.

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With four seconds left in the game, Carlos. As long as Boozer hits both free throws, the Pacers will not be able to recover. Miller hit a game-winning three-pointer and the Pacers were bound to lose the game.

Time out!

There is no room for error in the last hour, Isaiah. Thomas called the Indiana Pacers' final timeout, hoping to bring the Pacers back to life with his own tactical setup, but it depends on the Wizards' face.

I looked at the thick blood that was running down my nails, and the tips of my fingers ached.

Team Doctor Jim. Johnson gently wiped the blood stains off with a cotton pad, looked at the fingers that were gradually swollen, frowned, and then gently touched my middle finger with his hand, and after a slight shake, I couldn't help but cry out "ah".

"There are some contusions on the phalanges, and it is estimated that there will be a truce of three games!" Jim. Johnson said softly.

"Huh?" I was taken aback and asked, "Do you have to take a three-game break just for a contusion?" ”

"For the sake of your health, you need to follow the doctor's advice!" Doug. Collins frowned and said, "My absence will make the Wizards' interior a little vulnerable, which will make it extremely difficult for him to line up.

"I want this game to be on the pitch for the last minute and I want to see Reggie on the pitch. Miller's failure! I gritted my teeth at Doug. Collins said.

Doug. Collins saw my look of firmness and whispered to the team doctor Jim. Johnson discussed, and a few seconds later, Jim. Johnson took out gauze and squatted in front of me and said:

"I put your middle finger and index finger together, remember when you get on the pitch, you must not hurt this middle finger, otherwise you will not just be injured for three games! Do you understand? "Jim. Johnson said sternly.

The index and middle fingers were tightly wrapped together, and the white gauze was mixed with the black skin, which was so obvious. I suddenly thought in my heart, if this is in China, is this going into battle with an injury, if it is an injury, will they give me a second-class merit or a third-class merit or something?

But this is not in China, this is in the United States, here you can refer to your opinion, but here more attention is paid to the protection of yourself.

The pause is over!

Carlos. Boozer stood at the free throw line waiting for the free throw, his eyes sharp and shiny.

It might be a little nervous for a rookie to shoot free throws at such a critical time, but I learned from Carlos. There was not a hint of nervousness on Boozer's face.

Carlos. Boozer received the ball from the referee, raised it lightly over his head, and threw it.

The basketball arced and landed in the hoop. The lights on the rebounds came on, the ball went in, and everyone's hearts on the Wizards team were relieved, while the Pacers frowned one by one.

Carlos. Boozer took the referee's second ball, slapped it hard, and pretended to be aiming at the basketball to attract the attention of the Indiana. But I know it's just an illusion.

Basketball by Carlos. Boozer threw it hard, and the basketball smashed into the basket and bounced back hard.

I already knew Carlos. Boozer will do it because it's Doug. Collinster deliberately arranged, I took a step back, grabbed the basketball, and then threw it beyond the three-point line without any stop, and then I heard a "pop", and my back was hit by Brad. Miller smacked hard.

The Pacers still didn't want to lose, and this time they switched the foul to me, the disabled man.

With o.6 seconds left on the clock, the Pacers still have a chance to tie if I miss two free throws. But I decided not to give them this chance, even though my left hand was not very useful.

I stood at the free throw line and kissed the referee's basketball, then patted it a few times, picked up the basketball and threw it with my own feelings, although my fingers were a little uncomfortable, but I still felt it. The basketball stumbled a few times on the hoop and plunged headlong into it.

4 minutes, the hopes of the Indians have turned into extravagant hopes, Reggie. A look of frustration already appeared in Miller's eyes!

I hit the second shot again, and the margin became 5 points, and with 6 seconds remaining, the Indians couldn't have turned the tables around!

I finally got Reggie. Miller's circumcision turned into suicide, and I ran to Reggie excitedly. Miller yelled in front of him:

"Old man, you *** see clearly! It's the Wizards who won! You're *** getting old......" by Reggie. Miller squirted the whole game, and I was letting my emotions out.

Maybe I'm too proud and forget about Reggie. Miller's deterrent power of this bastard, Reggie. Miller's big palm slapped hard against my head.

I seemed to feel the wind whistling on my face, and I knew something was wrong, a big bow and dodged Reggie. Miller's attack, his left hand was blocked, and a piercing pain came from my injured finger.

The already injured finger is on top of the injury this time! I endured the pain and clenched my right fist towards Reggie. Miller's head swung hard. But Michael. Jordan hugged me.

"Calm down!" Michael. Jordan shouted.

Drip!

The referee's whistle blew and a technical foul sent Reggie to the game. Miller was sent off.

Reggie. Miller in Jermaine. Under O'Neill's protection, he scolded and walked off the field. I really want to beat this guy up, and even though I've done this guy twice, I feel like the two times are a bit too little.

I was taken by Doug. Collins was substituted for Michael. Jordan kept scolding me.

"You're *** crazy! The game has been won, what are you *** provoking that bastard for? If you make another technical foul, you may lose the game! You bastard, if you don't restrain your temper, you'll never be able to become a great star......"

Jim. Johnson was carefully untying the gauze from my fingers, trying to see if my fingers were more severe, but every movement he made made me grin.

I'm interested in Michael. Jordan's words were very incomprehensible, because this time I was killed by Reggie. Miller hit, it was Reggie. Miller was sent off, while Michael. Jordan kept training me, and my finger was injured, my heart was full of grievances, and I couldn't help but say, "Didn't you also give him a slap at that time?" ”

Michael. Jordan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "So I was suspended for 2 games and fined 1o million dollars!" You *** good don't learn from me, this and I learn it......" Michael. Jordan looks like he hates iron but not steel.

"Reggie. Miller is famously circumcised, and every time he makes such a move, he will be very amazing in the next game, and after that game with the Wizards, it was a little unexpected, and last season he was beaten by Kwame. Brown was beaten fat, which made his stomach suffocate a lot of anger, and when he was circumcised, Kwame . Brown was a little defiant, Reggie. Miller drew a technical foul, which allowed the Wizards to quickly pull away the score, and by the time he got back on the court, the margin had widened to 1o points. Miller reversed the score in the next game, but Kwame. Brown used a five-game break in the final moments (defeated by Reggie. Miller's injury worsened) at the cost of the game to block Reggie. Miller's shot, which forced the Pacers to foul play, when Kwame. After Brown made two free throws in the first 6 seconds of halftime to provoke Reggie Miller again, Reggie Miller completely lost his mind, and from that day on, Reggie Miller announced that his most ruthless person was Kwame Brown, and Michael Jordan could only be in second place! ”

———— Pete. Johnson, "How a Great Center Was Made"

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