Chapter 232: Kick Him Out

Paul. Gasol, the pride of Spain, but as a Caucasian he has a natural technical advantage in the penalty area, but his strength is still a certain disadvantage compared to me, although in the first few battles in this game, he defended me very well, but now I am angry, I am going to crush him to slag with my strength.

Jason. Williams hoisted the ball high to Paul. Gasol, Paul. Gasol took the ball with his back, then half-turned, took a step to the left, hit me with the shoulder, and then dribbled to the basket.

This is Anthony. Walker's favorite style of offense is initially thought to be a low-post single, and then he uses a quick break to eliminate the opponent.

The power in motion is always small, Paul. Gasol bumped into me, although it took the force of his milk, but for me, who had been prepared, it was almost like tickling.

I quickly turned around and was taken by Michael. Jordan's fancy physique is vividly displayed at this moment.

"Ahh

Paul. Gasol shouted, jumped high, grabbed my outstretched arm with his left hand, and hooked the basketball to the basket with a hook hand in his right hand.

The basketball hit the inside of the basket and bounced in.

Paul. Gasol clenched his fists and roared at me! He was greeted by a cheer in the arena and the elongated DJ's name.

I must admit one thing, Paul. I can't do Gasol's technical moves just now, and I may be about the same as that kind of breakthrough, but I really can't do it with my hook hand under such a tight defense.

Technically I still have a lot to learn, but in terms of strength Paul . Gasol is no match for me even if he learns for a few hundred years.

As soon as I arrived in the front court, I began to intersperse, constantly moving around in the penalty area, and from time to time I walked around the penalty area. Gasol could only keep running around with me.

Running is going to cost a lot of money, and not every center comes to a five-kilometer cross-country every morning during the holidays. Gasol was a little overwhelmed by me after being walked two or three times.

What does it mean to "take advantage of his illness and take his life", every word that the ancestor said was so reasonable.

When I ran to the penalty area again, I made a sharp stop, and Paul behind me. Gasol slammed me on the back, and then I sat back hard. Comrade Gasol was knocked back by my buttocks.

Chauncey. If Billups' pass doesn't arrive at this time, then he won't be the legendary flounder.

The ball arrived, an air relay, not fancy, without any technique, but violent enough! Everyone on the Wizards' bench was waving towels, shouting, and I was satisfied enough to be greeted by a boo in the arena.

I glanced back at Paul, who was standing under the basket with his hands on his hips, looking unwilling. Gasol said lightly: "Although you are very good, and I respect you very much, but you are still far away!" ”

"I'll beat you! Definitely! "Behind him came Paul. Gasol's gnashing of teeth was full of unwillingness.

Paul. Gasol is asking for the ball! Jason. Williams was hesitating because he had seen that I was defensively in place, even if it was Paul. Gasol can receive the ball, and the possibility of him scoring is very small, but the Spaniard is the new boss of this team, the king of the Grizzlies, and he can't help but obey the boss's command.

The most taboo thing about marching and fighting is hesitation, although basketball games are not as brutal as marching battles, but the consequences of indecision are the same.

Chauncey. Billups slapped the bouncing basketball under the white chocolate hand, and the basketball escaped Jason. Williams's control.

Jason. Williams quickly turned his back to try to protect the basketball, but he blocked Chauncey, who was entangled with him. Billups, who didn't defend Caron on the other side. Butler.

Caron. Butler grabbed the basketball with his hand, sent it forward, opened his thigh, and ran to the front court.

The pursuers were far behind, and all of them could only watch Caron. Butler ran to the basket, jumped high, and came up with a very nice big windmill slam dunk.

Caron. Butler yelled and ran to the backcourt, where he was greeted by a fiery chest and a chest bump to celebrate his layup.

What's the problem, Jason. Williams was sure to know it, but those mistakes were recorded in his head, and when he dribbled to the front court again, he ignored Paul. Gasol's reach for the ball.

"Paul! Looks like you're not the boss of the team yet! You, who are not the boss, are still a little bit different from me, the boss of the gangster! "I kept talking trash to the Spaniards who I was pushing aside.

"It doesn't matter if it's the boss or not, as long as I can beat you!" Paul. Gasol gritted his teeth, looking quite ambitious and aspiring.

"You can't even catch the ball, and you still want to beat me, your brain is not burning! A second-rate player still wants to beat me! You're fucking dreaming! "I continued to squirt belittling Paul. Gasol's trash talk.

Don't talk about how trash talk is bad, but it's part of the game, it's an integral part of the game, and sometimes he makes the opponent lose his mind and make some very irrational moves.

Paul. When Gasol heard me say that he was a second-rate player, his eyes were green, his two eyeballs were glaring, and he shouted: "What did you *** say?" As he spoke, he turned around and confronted me.

Originally, the two of them were very close, and he turned around a little hurriedly, and my body and I rubbed against him like that, and the tall Mr. Gasol just blocked the referee's gaze.

I fell backwards! I took three steps in a row and fell backwards.

Drip! The whistle sounded!

Foul!

The referee pointed at Paul. Gasol motioned for him to push for a foul. Paul, who was already angry. Gasol was so upset by this inexplicable foul that he shouted directly at the referee: "Sir, did you see me foul?" Do you see clearly? I didn't foul it! ”

"I can see it very clearly, you pushed people to foul!" The referee replied.

"Which eye of yours saw me pushing someone, it was he who fell......" Pau Gasol was in a hurry!

Drip!

Another whistle!

This time it's a technical foul!

Paul. Gasol's face turned green.

"What? Foul? Paul didn't foul him, huh? There was no movement in his hands! Although he had physical contact with Kwame Brown, it was clear that this was within the range of a reasonable collision! Let's take a look at the slow-motion return ...... Yes! There is indeed no foul! Yes! The referee blew Paul again. Gasol has a technical foul, what's wrong with Paul today, why is he so uncalm, how can he reason with the referee......" The Grizzlies' home commentator kept shouting......

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