"Shaq, when I'm away, you're quite arrogant!" Am I provoking Shaquille with sarcasm? O'neill.

Shaquille? O'Neal stared at me with two eyes, and said with murderous anger in his voice: "Phil said: You guy's watch this year has already passed me, and you are already the No. 1 center in the NBA." I fucking want to sue sù, you want to plot a usurpation, it's too early! ”

Well?

Phil?

Plotting to usurp the throne?

Damn it! Is this Phil? Jackson's agitation method! Phil? Jackson used the agitation method to wake up the giant shark that had been sleeping in the Arctic Ocean

I scolded the fake monk fiercely in my heart, but I have to admit Phil? Jackson has a certain level of mobilization of players.

"Humph!" I snorted coldly and said very disdainfully: "Don't blow the atmosphere, don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, you look at the technical statistics yourself, I fucking got ten points, 4 rebounds, what about you?" So far, I've only had five points and three rebounds, and you still want to be the No. 1 center in the NBA?"

"That's just me taking a nap and letting your kid take advantage of it, and now that I'm back, you don't want to get the slightest benefit from me! I'm the No. 1 fucking center in the NBA! "Shaquille? O'Neill said fiercely

"No. 1 center in the NBA? Lao Tzu is not a daughter-in-law, Lao Tzu is the first fucking center in the galaxy, and you are the first center in the NBA? Don't fucking take a bean bun as dry food! "I'm pretending to be very disdainful, take Charles? Barkley's joke about Shaquille? O'neill.

"You ......" Shaquille? O'Neill is clearly not a sharp-toothed figure. After a series of "you", you can only let go of the cruel words: "I'll make you look good in a while!" ……

Shaquille? O'Neill may be truly gifted. But I really didn't pay attention to his cruel words. Am I not Brandon? Heywood, I'm and Shaquille. O'Neal is a center at the same level, and I played him twice last season, and these two meetings, Shaquille? O'Neill didn't have much of the upper hand at all. Now I'm a year older, and O'Neill is a year older. Even if it's Shaquille? O'Neill got serious, and I was still confident that I would be able to restrain him, or at least limit his swing greatly.

Shaquille? O'Neal pouted his big ass and stood on the free throw line, ready for the ball. However, his free-throw posture basically determined that the free throw would not go in. It's just that the ball doesn't go in, but it hurts those of us who are standing under the basket.

Shaquille? O'Neal was still aiming, and I was already bending down hard, ready to scramble for this upcoming rebound. The same goes for Malone. It's just that I'm a little closer to the basket.

After a long gestation, Shaquille? O'Neal finally ended his constipation and threw the basketball in his hand, and I quickly threw it sideways and took Carl? Malone was in the way and got a good seat under the basket.

The basketball smashed into the hoop. Bounced back with a bang, and I, who was originally in a good position, suddenly became the most disadvantageous one in the fight for rebounds.

The basketball is falling, behind me Carl? Malone fell above his head. I turned around hard and jumped high. Trying to be in Carl? Malone's head took the rebound off the ball, but Karl? Marlon was holding me to the death. Let my jump go straight up and down, without the slightest possibility of moving forward.

Cal? Malone didn't take the rebound, but slapped the basketball hard, causing the basketball to fly out, and my hope of competing for the rebound turned into a luxury.

Basketball by Shaquille? O'Neill intercepted it, and with the ball in both hands, he drilled through the gap in the crowd and into the line. Brandon who was supposed to protect the right side? Heywood was caught off guard by him, and he got into the paint area at once.

"Ah......h

Shaquille? O'Neill jumped up vigorously, stretched out his left hand to block the interfering arms in the air, and held the ball in one hand with his right hand, which was a powerful and heavy split.

I'm in Shaquille? O'Neal's left, Shaquille? O'Neill's outstretched left hand was trying to block out my interference with him.

This goal looks like it's going in! I seem to have seen Shaquille? O'Neal's smug smile as he landed on his feet seemed to hear the shrill laughter of his successful dunk.

I moved! It should have been instinctive, I'm in Shaquille? O'Neal's left instinctively jumped up hard, stretched out his left hand, and slammed it towards Shaquille? The basketball in O'Neal's hand fanned off.

Shaquille in the air? O'Neal was moving fast, and soon what was originally me on the left side of his body became me behind the left side of his body, and the basketball in his hand was infinitely close to the basket.

There seemed to be a thick breath surging in my chest, my waist was holding hard, trying to increase my time in the air, and my outstretched left hand was reaching forward and upward, enough, trying to be able to push Shaquille? O'Neal's attack was stopped, even if it was a foul!

Syllable!

Bang!

My hand slapped Shaquille hard? Above O'Neal's right hand, the basketball that was supposed to be directly to the basket sank, slammed into the basket all of a sudden, and flew directly to the basket with a bang.

"Ah......h O'Neill was excited.

"Huh?" Shaquille, who was yelling? O'Neill's shout was suddenly stuffed into a plug, and he suddenly fell silent.

Shaquille? O'Neill's feet fell to the ground, and he turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at me viciously, looking like he was going to eat me. Then there were both of us sent off.

"Drop!"

Mr. Referee finally blew that lovely whistle before the full force exploded, and I obediently stretched out my left arm.

"You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose! You know I'm not allowed to shoot free throws! You committed a foul on purpose! "Shaquille? O'Neill had regained some of his senses, but he was still angrily questioning me.

I spread my hands, deliberately expressed my helplessness, and deliberately smiled and said, "Who told you to make free throws?" If you're on the right shot, who's going to foul you? And you go to old Nelson for this matter, it's this guy's clear shark cutting tactics, and it's not mine, hehe......"

"You...... Hum! "Shaquille? O'Neill once again extinguished the fire in trash talk, and could only snort coldly to express his anger.

Shaquille? O'Neal once again stood on the free throw line, this time he was aiming more hard, in the free throw, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find the feeling of the free throw, his first free throw pushed the basketball out like a shot put, smashed it on the basket, and bounced down.

Second penalty, Shaquille? O'Neal spent a longer time at the free-throw line, and the solemn look on his face made people feel that this was the most important thing in his life, which made me can't help but say sarcastically: "Don't pout your ass and shit, you can't get it in again......"

I was trying to figure out Guò sarcastically interfering with O'Neal's shooting crosshairs and making his already unreliable shots even more unreliable, but what I didn't expect was that I just spoke up, Shaquille? O'Neal subconsciously launched the basketball at once, and the basketball that shot fell directly into the basket......

Nima?! Shaquille? O'Neill has such good shit luck!

"Ha......" Shaquille? O'Neill laughed and shook his huge ass and ran to the backyard, and said to me arrogantly as he ran, "Kwamei, I'm waiting for you over there!"

Waiting for me?

I snorted coldly

I snorted coldly, then walked to the baseline and picked up the basketball and gave it to Steve? Blake, and then Steve? Blake said firmly, "Pass me the basketball in a moment!"

Steve? Blake nodded, then slowly dribbled across the front court.

Am I standing in Shaquille? In front of O'Neal, he didn't directly pk his strength as soon as he came up, but waited for him to swim slowly, trying to find a better opportunity to give Shaquille? O'Neill is a must-kill.

But Shaquille? O'Neill followed me tightly with a stern expression, and I walked around the box twice in a row without finding a suitable opportunity.

Ball in Steve? Blake had been in his hands for a long time and he was already looking up at me to ask what to do with it, and I could only go up to the high post.

On the three-point line, at a 45-degree angle, I picked up Steve? Blake's pass, Steve? Blake quickly interspersed, with Derek? Fisher ran around.

I turned around and was facing the basket and saw Shaquille? O'Neill struggled to bend down, spread his arms, and look like he was seriously defensive, and I suddenly smiled.

This guy seems to have forgotten something, he is a full 1 meter away from me, and he seems to be completely defending my forced breakthrough.

Without any feints, I'm in Shaquille? O'Neal jumped high in front of him, and when he jumped to the highest point, I gently supported it with my left hand and pushed out the basketball in my right hand.

The basketball was falling, and the end of the fall was obviously the basket, and my body was falling, and in the middle of the fall, I looked down at O'Neal, who was looking at me in the air with a surprised expression.

"You don't play by the routine!" Shaquille? O'Neill angrily blamed me.

I didn't fight back directly against Shaquille? O'Neill's accusation, but said coldly: "Do you know why Phil? Jackson said you're not as good as me? I can defend you on the inside, but you can't guard me on the outside! That's why he said you're not as good as me! ”

"Ah...... "Shaquille?" O'Neill extinguished the fire once again. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly pass,

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