Chapter 298: Bringing people to dunk

In the morning training, I scored 26 points and 4 25 points, which is a very good result, and even said that this score is the championship in the three-point shooting competition.

I seem to have a little bit of confidence in the three-point contest in a few days, although I can't say that I can win Reggie. Miller, but that confidence is enough to ignite my passion.

The attendance rate of the Denver Pepsi Center is not high, with only 9ooo tickets sold at the 199o9 Pepsi Center, and more than 5ooo of them are season packages, giving the huge arena an empty feeling. Even the heart-wrenching pre-match ceremony seemed a little cold. The poor record has left the Denver people without the passion they once had.

Marcus. Camby, Juwan. Howard, Chris. Anderson, Nene. Hilario, Kenny. Sackfield, when I saw this lineup, I almost thought I was dreaming, I rubbed my eyes hard, and I looked at it, and now there was nothing wrong with my eyes.

Nuggets head coach Jeff. Bouzderrick turned out to be four big guys, one point guard, and the world is really crazy, isn't Jeff. Buzderrick didn't think about the Nuggets not being able to stop once the Wizards hit the fast-break.

I stood on the halfway line, and it was Chris who was fighting with me. Anderson, the fancy tattooed, amazingly bouncing, capped ferocious birdman.

"Hey!" Standing across from me was Chris. Anderson greeted me out of the blue.

"What for?" I responded!

"I heard that you were the top pick last year, you played well, and those pundits say that you will rule the next ten years in the NBA, is that a bit of an exaggeration?" Chris. Anderson looked cynical

"I didn't say that!" I said with a frown.

"You're a bit self-aware, I'll show you today, what kind of person can rule this alliance?" Chris. Anderson looked confident.

"You?" I was stunned that I was at Chris. It's a little strange for Anderson to say that, it's a bit brain-dead for someone to talk like that, and while I'm used to seeing too many simple-minded guys in the NBA, it's the first time I've seen such a simple guy.

"Why are you not convinced? I'm going to show you how white people jump today, and let you know that white people can fly too! "Chris. Anderson's face was self-absorbed.

Brain-dead! Absolutely brain-dead! Otherwise, he's just stimulated by something. I didn't bother with this guy anymore, and silently bent down to prepare for the upcoming jump ball, but Mr. Brain Dead was still stumbling and talking, and when the referee threw the basketball up, Mr. Brain Dead forgot to jump, and could only watch me dial the basketball to Michael. Jordan.

"Is this your bounce? I don't think it's 1 mm above the ground! "I landed and sarcastically said to Chris. Anderson.

"Fu*k, I'll kill you! Don't get too complacent, boy! "Chris. Anderson was furious.

"You're not the first person to say this, but I haven't been prevented from death by anyone until now!" Shrugged his shoulders and said to Chris in a helpless tone. Anderson said.

“fu*k……”

I don't know about the Nuggets' head coach Jeff. Why did Bouzderrick put out such a lineup, but I know how strong the interior defense intensity of this lineup is, and it is Marcus who is not chaotic. Camby, Nene. Hilario, or Anderson, the birdman who was talking to me just now, are both defenders, blockers, and rebounders, and if I attack on the inside today, I will definitely not have good fruit to eat, so I decided to smash the Nuggets' tortoise shell from the outside.

I got to the inside and I thought it would be my old rival Marcus who was going to defend me. Camby, but I didn't expect it to be Anderson, the birdman, who was protecting me.

I tried my best to use my body to get in the position on the inside, but Anderson the Birdman was desperately pushing me behind my back, and when he couldn't hold me up, he wrapped around me like an octopus.

This guy is a bit brain-dead, but obviously he's doing a really good job defensively, at least he's working hard, and from the moment I stepped inside, he hung on me like a koala, and I couldn't get out of his entanglement.

The Nuggets were clearly shrinking their defense, and Birdman Anderson was pestering me, Marcus. Camby and Carlos Boozer in the fight against Néne. Hilario and Juvan. Howard guarded the wings, tightly constricted on the inside.

Michael. Jordan was looking for opportunities on the outside and kept directing Richard. Hamilton and Larry. Hughes's run.

The interior is too crowded, and if you want to force an offense on the inside, you will face the Nuggets' four-man defense, and it will take too much effort, and the way to deal with the Nuggets' shrinking defense is very simple, that is, desperately put three points on the outside.

I hit hard with my ass behind Chris. Anderson, then quickly ran to the three-point line and picked up Michael when he was half a step outside the three-point line. Jordan's pass.

The ball was passed very comfortably, almost without any adjustment, I immediately turned around after receiving the ball, jumped high, adjusted a little in the air, gently supported with my left hand, and pushed hard with my right hand to push out the basketball in my hand.

Chris. Anderson pounced, but by the time he did, I had already thrown the basketball out.

The sound of the basketball getting into the hoop and rubbing against the net is so nice.

"Chris, that's how you defend me!" I raised an eyebrow and said.

Chris. Anderson's chest was rising and falling, his dark blue eyes were staring at me, and a few cold words slowly popped out of his mouth: "I swear, this is your last three points!" ”

I turned around and ran to the backfield, ignoring Chris. Anderson is a challenger.

The paint area was densely packed with people, and the Nuggets' four interior men made the originally large space very small.

Kenny. Sackfield passed the basketball to Juwan, who ran out of the open space. Howard, Zhu Wan. Howard took advantage of his teammates' cover and scored two points with a mid-range shot.

I'm working the inside, Chris. Anderson worked hard, but his height, his weight was completely incomparable to mine, and I blocked him hard, but Michael. Jordan didn't even dare to pass the basketball to me because I had a Marcus in front of me. Camby kept waving his arms.

Bag clip!

I finally understand Jeff. The reason why Bouzderrick is on this lineup is that he wants to completely block me, and he uses Chris. Anderson's athleticism plays me close to me, and once I'm inside, I'll be greeted by those muscular bags.

The Wizards currently don't have a point guard, Chauncey. Billups is now in the midst of an injury, and Michael. Jordan's passing skills are average, and I've always played a very important role in these games -- the attacker, Jeff. Bouzderrick may think that once I'm defended, the Wizards' offense will no longer be fluid, and the Nuggets may have a chance to win.

I glanced over at the young head coach sitting on the Nuggets bench and saw him smiling and talking to his assistant coach, and seemed very happy that I was in this kind of struggle.

Maybe he's satisfied, but I'm very dissatisfied.

Michael. Jordan said that the level center is always facing the bag, and only the center who can calmly score in the face of the bag is the center of the class.

I started to swim inside and outside the paint area, started to run actively, and began to try to find that gap inside and outside the paint area.

But the Nuggets seem to be really intent on killing me this time, no matter where I appear, there will always be two people around me, and it must be Chris behind me. Anderson, in front of him may be Nene. Hilario, possibly Juvan. Howard, possibly Marcus. Camby, but there will be someone.

The tight interior and tight interior defense kept the basketball from getting to me, but it also created enough space for the outside. Hamilton ran off the ball, shook off the defense, and made a quick stop to meet Michael. Jordan's pass, jumping high and facing Marcus. Camby's big palm bravely threw it.

"Rebound!" Richard. Hamilton was shouting.

"Mine!" I sat back hard and would not admit defeat to Chris. Anderson pushed his ass to the side, then slammed Nene to the left. Hilario, hit Juwan hard to the right. Howard, earning himself a space to jump, then jumped high and reached hard for the basketball that bounced up and down on the basket.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

My hands were firmly gripping the basketball in the air, but there were three crunchs in my arms, followed by three sharp pains in my brain. Then I felt a sinking in my shoulder, as if something heavy was hanging on my shoulder.

I couldn't take care of it, I pushed my waist hard in the air, used my strong abdominal muscles, and bought a few tenths of a second in the air, and then I smashed the basketball into the basket hard.

Rumble!

The basketball hoop is shaking! I hung high on the hoop while Mr. Birdman Chris. Anderson hung on me.

The spotlight is flashing! Journalists are killing film in seconds without money!

"Richard. Hamilton shoots, the basketball smashes on the basket, Kwame. Brown! Idol! Oh, my God! Kwame. Brown with Chris under the basket. Anderson jumped up, he grabbed the rebound, and he took Chris directly. Anderson came with a powerful dunk! I can't believe it! ”

"Let's go back and look at slow motion, even! My God! Kwame. Brown first put Chris. Anderson squeezed to the side, after which he carried Nene. Hilario and Juvan. Howard, jumped high to grab the rebound, and then Howard, Nene and Anderson were in the air and slammed into Kwame. Brown fouled and we could even clearly hear three crunch noises in a row, but that didn't give Kwame. Brown caused any impact, even when Chris. Anderson hung like an octopus on Kwame. Brown did not give Kwame when he was on the body. Brown's dunk had any impact. ”

"It's a beautiful dunk, it's a great dunk, and I can't think of anyone else like Kwame. Brown was able to dunk the basketball in the face of three fouls from his opponents......"

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