~Date: ~November O8~.

The game continues.shuhaige.

Chauncey? Billups was slowly dribbling the basketball, slowly looking for an opportunity from beyond the three-point line, and I hit Jason hard? Collins, knocking him to the side, resisting behind him, reached out to Chauncey? Billups asks for the ball.

Chauncey? Billups a fake pitch from Jason? Kidd got the basketball in his head and got it to me.

In the last round, I had already faced Jason? Collins has a general idea of his strength and foot movement, and I know what kind of movement and what kind of posture I can use to easily shake off Jason. Collins successfully scored the basketball.

I sat back hard and took Jason? Collins crashed half a step back, and then I quickly turned, took a step back, jumped high, and lifted the basketball over my head. Collins clearly didn't adjust his center of gravity, and although he was struggling, by the time he started jumping, my body was already jumping to the highest point.

It's very simple, it's very easy, I really don't have any pressure in the face of such a guy whose talent is really a little poor, although his ability to predict after the opening scared me a lot, but in the absolute strength competition, he will never be my opponent.

The basketball came out of my fingers, the action was perfect, I was already laughing in the air, I seemed to have seen the basketball through the basket, swinging the white waves of the net.

But this is the third round of the playoffs, the Eastern Conference Finals, and the team that wins the Eastern Conference Finals will get a trophy. Even though this trophy is not an O'Brien Cup and not as glorious as a championship, he still shines brightly.

Things are never as simple as they seem. Byron? Mr. Scott, the head coach who brought the Nets out of the quagmire and single-handedly brought to the Finals, is not that simple, he can't fail to see how destructive I am, and he can't make Jason? Collins, the NBA's No. 1 waste center, came to defend me alone.

The basketball was fanned off, and Mr. Kenyan, the champion of the 2ooo year? Martin ghostly appeared at my side the moment the basketball was shot, and then slapped the fiery red elf with his giant palm.

The basketball was slapped to the rebound, and then it bounced high and came out in a wave of surprise to me. Jason? Kidd, a natural ghost, actually stepped inside and grabbed the rebound.

Jason? Kidd is running, and the degree of his dribble doesn't seem to be much slower than the degree of his naked running, Chauncey who is crazy to chase back? Billups never seemed to be able to get close.

Carey? Kittels is running along the left sideline, Richard? Jefferson was running along the right sideline, and the Nets rushed forward in unison.

I was a little stunned, I still couldn't turn the corner for that block just now, and when I turned around and looked at the frontcourt, Jason? Kidd threw the basketball right on the rebound. Kenyon? Martin jumped high from the inside of the line again, grabbed the rebounding basketball and slammed him into the basket.

The stadium of the Big 6 Aviation Center once again resounded with earth-shattering cheers.

Jason? Collins stood beside me grinning widely, as if pleased with what he had just said, or was he pleased with what he had just said, or was he interested in Kenyon? Martin's dunk was very satisfying.

I don't know why this guy keeps laughing. I was a little disgusted, and I even had a slight feeling that his laughter seemed to be mocking me.

I turned my head and glared at Jason fiercely? Collins glanced, but it was Jason? Collins was turning his head to look at me, with that ** smile still on his face.

"Haha...... Kwamei, I heard that you are the champion! But it seems that there is one champion show every year, which is unfortunate! We also have one for the Nets, and unfortunately he seems to have just covered you, and he also poured a very beautiful basket on the offensive end, do you think this proves that he is a little bit better than you? "Jason? Collins said to me with a grin. It looked like an old friend for many years, but there was clearly a provocative element in his words.

"Humph!" I snorted. Didn't pick up Jason? Collins' words. I know now I say anything, Jason? Collins has a lot of words waiting for me, and if I can't get back on the basketball court, I'll never be able to say anything about him.

Will I be Jason again? Collins stood behind him, his eyes swept to Kenyon from time to time? Martin, carefully considering Kenyon in his heart? Martin's possible run, when he was a little further away from me, I immediately turned to Chauncey? Billups asks for the ball.

Doug? Collins' pre-match tactic was to let me single first, let me play Jason first? Collins is beaten up, and it is better to knock him off the court, so that the Nets will have no center and no interior protection, and no matter how fast the Nets are, he will not be able to win.

Chauncey? Billups didn't dare to disobey Doug? Collins' tactical set-up, and my position was really good, so he passed the basketball to me for the third time in a row.

I half-turned with the ball and shouldered Jason? Collins' left chest, and then his body slammed into Jason with his shoulder? Corinth.

Jason? Collins has a lot of strength, but it's not a match for me, he was no match for me, he was knocked back by me, I kicked into the paint, kicked the rebound with both feet, jumped high, held the ball high in my right hand, and slammed the basketball into the basket.

Kenyon? Martin I've just taken a serious look at it, he's in the horn area and Carlos? Boozer was struggling, he didn't have a chance to interfere with my dunk, and I was confident that I could dunk it.

"Boom!" I hung high on the hoop, but something was wrong with me, and just now I felt as if I had hit something.

"Drop!" The referee's whistle sounded!

The referee opened his left hand and collided with his right fist, pointing at me to signal that I had just bumped into someone and fouled me.

I look down, Richard? Jefferson was lying under the basketball hoop grinning wide, and that smile was so bright.

"Kwame? Brown caught the basketball and crashed into Jason? Collins, jump. Slam dunk! The ball is in! Pretty...... Yes! The referee blew the whistle, it was an offensive foul, how could this be an offensive foul? It should be a defensive foul! Let's take a look at the slow-motion back defense ......, is it really Richard? Jefferson stood first in his position. "Kevin? Yang sighed in the commentary seat.

"Kevin, why do I feel a little wrong?" Elwyn on one side? Hayes frowned.

"What's wrong?" Kevin? Yang asked, turning his head.

"Look at Kwame? Brown was Kenyon? Martin caps that one ball, you see this time, Kwame? Brown catches the ball. The only defender next to him is Jason behind him? Collins, he must have been right to choose singles at this time, but you see the moment he turns, he turns his back to Kenyon? Martin, Kenyon? Martin immediately moved, in Kwamet? Brown knocks back Jason? When Corinthians, Kenyon? Martin has arrived in Kwamet? Behind Brown, when Kwame? When Brown made a move, he was just able to make Kenyon? Martin delivers a big hat. ”

"Look at this ball again. Kwame? Can Brown clearly see Kenyon when he turns around this time? Martin. Apparently he was interested in Kenyon? Martin had already taken precautions, but he couldn't see Richard at this time? Jefferson, when he turned around and jumped up for a dunk. Richard? Jefferson was running to the outside of the reasonable collision zone and stood up, as long as Kwame Brown moved, it was immediately an offensive foul...... "Erwin? Hayes analysed the two balls.

"Huh?!" Kevin? Yang was stunned. It took him half a sound before he reacted: "You mean Jean Kwame?" Brown singles Jason? Is it quite possible that Collins is Byron? A trap that Scott laid beforehand? "Kevin? Yang's voice was full of surprise.

"That's right! It's a trap, Kwame? How terrifying Brown's strength is, it is impossible for the Nets not to know, Byron? Scott couldn't possibly let Jason? Collins is a one-man defender, he's arranged for three people to defend, Jason? Collins was just a decoy. The other two are lurking, waiting for Kwame? The moment Brown turns around, they will appear like a cheetah in Kwame? Brown's unexpected position. Give him a hard blow......"

"Ah...... "Kevin? Yang was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word, he was shocked by Erwin? Hayes's analysis was astonishing.

I let go of my grip on the basket and jumped off the basket to look at Richard with a smug face? Jefferson got up from the floor, a sudden surge of anger in his heart∧ cursed fiercely, and then turned his head and ran to the backcourt, ready to deal with his opponent's attack.

Jason? Kidd is slowly dribbling, juggling the basketball outside the three-point line, Carlos? Boozer resisted Kenyon to the death? Martin, Richard? Hamilton pestering Carey? Kittels, Larry? Hughes also and Richard? Jefferson became a conjoined baby. Only Jason? Corinth swayed in the horn area.

There are countless similarities with the previous one, but this time I stared at Jason? Collins, the last time it was because one of his pick-and-rolls upset the offensive and defensive balance on the court.

Jason again? Collins was moving, and he ran to Chauncey when the number above the rebound turned to 8? Billups' side, firmly steady, after Jason? Kidd from Jason? Collins flew out like the wind behind him.

I've been staring at Jason for a long time? Collins is gone, all his movements are not out of my sight, I am also moving, am I in Jason? On the side where Corinthian moved, I stepped hard outward, and I made it to Jason? Behind Collins' side, standing Jason? Kidd's breakthrough was on the line.

I don't think about backcourt rebounds anymore, and there's only one thought on my mind right now, and that's to stop Jason? Kidd, I don't believe Carlos when the opponent's center is floating on the outside? Boozer grabbing rebounds and losing to Kenyon? Martin.

Jason? Kidd was taken aback when he saw me standing in front of him, and he stopped moving forward in a hurry, and then he jumped high and raised the basketball in his hand, and was about to have a ** in front of me.

Jason? Kidd is only 193 centimeters tall, and I am 213 centimeters, a difference of 2o centimeters. Kidd has a **, and I, the center, will really eat dry rice for nothing.

I jumped up, stretched out my arms, and headed at Jason? The basketball in Kidd's hand reached out.

The hand stopped above the basketball, as long as Jason? Kidd dares to make a move, a big hot pot will definitely not be able to run.

But Jason? Kidd's basketball seems to have been unshot, and there is a possibility that he will continue to wait.

My body is falling, face to face seems to see Jason? The smile on Kidd's face, and as my brain was analyzing Jason Kidd's smile, a voice came from the sidelines.

"Kwame, don't foul!" Michael? Jordan was yelling.

It dawned on me, Jason? Kidd was preparing to foul me, and I tried to pull my hand back, but it was too late.

Jason? Kidd missed the basketball, but he managed to rub his arm into my hand before he could shoot.

"Drop!" The whistle sounded.

There was a burst of cheers in the arena.

Am I Doug? Collins with Brandon? Heywood replaces ......

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