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With the home team up front and the visitors behind, the Wizards led by just seven points on the road at the end of the third quarter, two fewer than the nine-point lead in the first quarter. (1_1) But I started to do it on the bench in the 7th minute of the third quarter. Collins is here to recharge my batteries and prepare to lead the team to a lethal blow to the Pistons in the final quarter.

Pistons Ben. Wallace didn't have such a good life, as the core of the Pistons' defense, Rick. Carlisle didn't seem to be able to live without him for a minute, playing the full 36 minutes in the first three quarters without a minute break, which is why at the end of the third quarter, the difference was only 7 points, and before I was at the break, the difference between the two teams was 15 points.

"How's it going? Have you rested? "Doug. Collins opened his mouth to ask me, who was resting on the bench.

"That's it!" I replied firmly. And Ben. Wallace one-on-one live PK is definitely not an easy job, you have to know that Ben. Wallace is recognized as the No. 1 strongman in the NBA in the league, and if it weren't for my height and weight being too much heavier than him, I wouldn't be his opponent and wouldn't have been able to score lightly in front of him. Of course, I was restrained by him in this game, and I couldn't score lightly at all, and I only scored 14 points in the entire first three quarters, which is a far lower value than my average points per game.

"That Ben. Wallace has been playing three quarters in a row, and I believe that his current body is almost at a bottleneck, kill him! Kill him while he's tired! If you can take him out in this game. Maybe this year's best defensive player is yours! "Doug. Collins stared at me with wide eyes. There was encouragement in his eyes.

"Understood!" I nodded vigorously, and suddenly there was a little anticipation in my heart.

The best defensive player of the regular season has not yet been announced, and while I'm completely at a disadvantage in the fight between the two of us, and I'm behind in all defensive counts, that doesn't mean I don't have a chance if I play in the playoffs. Wallace was completely blown up, and the reporters, coaches, and commentators who were able to vote for me were likely to vote for me, just like Mutombo in O1, who managed to snatch the trophy of the best defensive player from O'Neal, the shark.

I admit that Ben. Wallace is a great defender. He can defend most of the NBA's interior lines, even the NBA's No. 1 center, Shaquille. O'Neill was also unflattering in front of him. Under normal circumstances, I have a one-on-one live PK with him in front of him, and the success rate of victory is not much. Maybe just a little bit higher than zero, but the first three quarters of the game were a good proof that my score was basically what I did when he was distracted and helped defend others. However, that doesn't mean I can't deal with a guy who's been fighting for a full thirty-six minutes straight, and I have too much of an advantage over him right now.

Just don't know Ben. How much is left of Wallace's current body, if his body is not exhausted, I can't say that I will have to take him a few more laps. Maybe it's a good idea to find someone to give it a try for me.

The game resumes.

Michael. Jordan replaces Chauncey. Billups plays playmaking guard and scoring guard is played by Richard. Hamilton is in charge, and the small forward is Cuarón. Butler. The big forward is Dennis. Rodman, I'm still the center.

The Pistons played in the fourth quarter by playmaker Lindsay. Hunter, shooting guard Jerry. Stackhouse, small forward Tyshawn. Prince, the power forward is Memet. Oku, the center forward is Ben. Wallace.

It's clear that the Wizards have more people available than the Pistons, with all 12 players on the bench, while the Pistons only have a limited number of eight players playing, while the others can only play in garbage time to make up for the numbers. The further they go, the more disadvantaged they become.

Michael. Jordan slowly dribbled to the frontcourt, looked at the numbers above the rebound, and kept directing his teammates' runs, hoping that his teammates' positive runs would pull a gap in the Pistons' defense. （1_1）

I had my back to Ben. Wallace, feel the power coming from this man who is 12 centimeters shorter than me. His back leaned hard against his muscular body, and he ran in the opposite direction.

Now I haven't figured out this yet. Wallace's body lì situation. I can't act blindly, I want to run aggressively, drive him around, so that I can consume his body faster, as long as his body is constantly lost, no matter how much body he has left, I think he will soon become a transparent person on the court.

Root. Wallace followed me and didn't let me go for an easy catch, but it was only my first step in putting Ben Brown. After Wallace pulled out a little bit, I pulled sideways to the left on the left side of the paint area, and then turned around and made it look like I was going to slip into the paint area. Wallace slid a step toward the baseline.

I didn't go to break through again but I did this qiē enough that I had already put this . Wallace's defensive center of gravity attracted to the bottom corner, and the defense at the 45-degree angle was already weaker than window paper. Butler burst out from behind me. Wallace reacted and slid sideways for half a step to try to stop Caron. Butler's attack, when Caron in the air. Butler knocked him out of the way after colliding with him, then thrust his waist and dunk the basketball into the basket with all his might.

Root. Wallace frowned in remorse as Caron and I we. Butler high-fived in celebration as he ran back, and I whispered to Cuarón. Butler: "How?" ”

"There should have been a problem with his body, his footsteps have been a little slow, and this attack just now, if it was placed in the first quarter, he would definitely come to make up for the defense, and he would never be knocked away by me, and even give me a big hat, but now it is obvious that he can't do it, I guess his body has bottomed out!"

This is the same as Doug. Collins had been battling for 36 minutes, as Collins had expected. Especially with a strong man like me for a full 29 minutes. didn't exhaust him, he was already burning high incense, if he was still full of body now, it was definitely blowing.

"This is one of the best times to take out him! Come on! "Caron. Butler patted me on the shoulder and said encouragingly.

"Hmm!" I nodded vigorously.

Root. Wallace's body may be running out, but I still can't afford to be careless, and I need to try again on the defensive end to see if he's as strong as he was in front of him, and see if he can keep up with my pace.

Lindsey. Hunter dribbled slowly from beyond the three-point line, adjusting his pace. Tried in Michael. Jordan looked for a good opportunity in front of him, a break, or a pass. Of course, his ball won't be passed to Ben. Wallace. Even if it's passed on to Ben. Wallace, Mr. Big Ben won't attack either, all I have to do now is try Ben again. Wallace's strength was as fierce as it was in the first quarter.

I bent down deeply, and my left forearm pressed hard against Ben in front of me. Wallace, feeling the strength he brought to me, the waist force, drove the muscles of the whole body, and tried to push him outward.

Root. Wallace didn't move, but I could feel that the pressure he brought to me was not as strong as it was in the first three quarters. I don't know if he meant it, but I stepped up again. Push Ben hard with your left forearm. Wallace's waist eye, miracle really born, Ben. Wallace took a small half step forward.

Root. Wallace's body is completely depleted, there's no doubt about it! I rejoice in my heart that this is the defeat of Ben. Wallace's best time is the best time to prove myself, although some of it is not above board, some of it is bullying, some of it is weak, some of it is broken.

Lindsey. Hunter eventually passed the ball to Jerry, the team's offensive core. Starkerhouse, Jerry. Stackhouse singled with his back to push Richard. Hamilton went inside the three-point line. Richard. Hamilton had his body firmly attached to Jerry. Stackhouse, his own hands kept groping around with Jordan's little brother, but he still couldn't stop Jerry. Stackhouse's advance.

Jerry. Stackhouse is inside the three-point line, and Michael. Jordan according to the pre-game Doug. Collins has set up a flanking strike over in an attempt to intercept Jerry. This attack by Starkerhouse.

But Jerry. Stackhouse faced the bag of the two masters and did not play his trick. Came a step-back step-back jumper, and he didn't even turn around. He dribbled with his right hand and flicked the ball out, and then he crossed the way to Richard. Hamilton's side, stopping Richard. Hamilton's lateral movement.

Lindsey. Hunter is sprinting high, and the man who was taken by Joe in March. Dumas traded the killer from the Raptors at this moment like an indomitable knight, holding the ball from Lindsay. Hunter came out from behind and went straight inside.

Dennis. Rodman is working on Memet. Oku, didn't think of Lindsey at all. Hunter will break through and this makes Lindsay. Hunter faced the basket directly.

I'm the last line of defense under the basket, and if I don't intercept again, then Lindsay. Hunt will be comfortable with two points.

I moved, I slid sideways, stood firmly outside the reasonable collision zone, raised my hands, opened my eyes wide, and shouted, waiting for Lindsay. Hunter's further moves, if he dares to jump up and shoot, I dare to give him a big hat.

Lindsey. Hunter's movements were reflected in my eyes, and my brain was constantly analyzing his possible next move, but I still didn't have an accurate judgment on Lindsay. Hunter's action after crashing into me.

Lindsey. Hunter passed the ball and he passed the basketball from my armpit behind me before it hit me.

I was stunned at first, and then I was shocked! Ben behind me. Although Wallace's offensive ability is average, although his body is now insufficient, a dunk like this is still more than enough.

I quickly turned my head, turned my waist, took a step, jumped up hard, and tried to block Ben, who was about to dunk. Wallace

Root. Wallace received the basketball, and instead of jumping directly, he gently slapped the cat's waist under the basket, trying to dodge my block, and after I started to fall, he jumped up hard, holding the ball in one hand and preparing for a big dunk.

I'm in the drop and this time I'm completely under Ben. Wallace flickered, but I still swung my arm out hard and headed it towards the jumping Ben. Wallace's basketball fanned over.

The palm of your hand is up to Ben. Basketball in Wallace's hand. But little effort was used. I even thought that this time the closure would be completely this one. Mr. Wallace's back, but a miracle was born, and basketball turned out to be from Ben. Wallace fell in his hand and held the ball in one hand. Wallace actually opened his mouth in the air and looked at this life.

I don't know what's going on here, if it's because of Ben. Wallace had a problem with his body, but I knew it wasn't a good time to sigh, so I stepped forward, grabbed the basketball, looked up at the frontcourt, and tried to throw the basketball out for a fast break.

But this time the Wizards didn't even have anyone running to the frontcourt. There was no one to cooperate with me in this fast attack.

The Pistons quickly organized their defense, and the Wizards once again entered the offensive position.

I took advantage of my best offensive position and spread my arms to take the lead. Wallace got in the way and reached for the ball.

Michael. Jordan hoisted the ball high into my hands. I received the basketball without any pause and aimed my shoulders at Ben. Wallace's chest, a hard slam in the face, Ben. Wallace took a small step back when I knocked him down, and I took a step to the basket, stepped into the paint with my left foot, leaned sideways, held the basketball high in my right hand, and slammed it to the basket.

Root. Wallace was trying, but he really didn't have the strength anymore. After fighting for the first three quarters, he was completely unable to stop me from wreaking havoc on the basket, even though he was still trying to hold me off.

"Boom" I hung high on the basket. The referee blew the whistle and held out two fingers to the technical supervisor to signal that the two points were valid.

I let go of my hands and landed on my feet, and walked towards Caron who was coming up. Butler gave a chest bump and was about to say a few happy words to him, but suddenly a basketball appeared in front of him.

In a reflex, I stretched out my right hand and slapped it hard at the basketball. The basketball bounced off the floor and bounced high into the air.

I don't know exactly what's going on but see Ben. Wallace and Lindsay. When Hunter and the two of them rushed towards me, I vaguely understood that it was a baseline shot from the Pistons, but unfortunately it was accidentally stealed by me.

Root. Wallace stuck my route to the basket. But now that he was completely overdrawn, he couldn't stop my attack.

I dribbled hard into Ben. Wallace's body, squeezing him aside from the stuck position. When I got to the basket, I held the ball in both hands, jumped high, and used a crazy squat to announce that I had once again successfully defeated the invincible Ben. Wallace.

Don't call me cruel, don't say I'm taking advantage of people's danger, that's how it is in the arena, either you die or I live.

"Kwame. Brown, steal, see what he does with this ball, is he going to wait for his teammates to come up and play the offensive just now after the offense is over, his teammates have already run to the backcourt, even, Kwame wants to come by himself, he crashes into Ben. Wallace, dunk! A powerful dunk ......"

"Kwame. Brown was already familiar with Ben. Wallace's rhythm, and in these rounds he has completely found Ben Wallace's weakness, and he first gave Ben Wallace a weakness on the defensive end. Wallace got a big hat and then hit two consecutive singles on the offensive end. Wallace succeeded, it was a 1-on-1 contest, Ben. Wallace couldn't stop Kwame at all. Brown, Rick. Carlisle needs to take action, and if he doesn't change his tactics, the Pistons won't be able to win this game...... "Kenny. Smith shouted loudly from the commentary bench, he didn't know that I was playing a single book in a row. The reason for Wallace's success, he attributed it to the fact that I was already familiar with the opponent's rhythm, and I was able to successfully disrupt the opponent's defensive rhythm, but what he said, the fans wanted to listen, especially the Wizards' fans.

"I've said it a long time ago, Kwame. Brown has a high ball quotient, and if he is given a game to get used to it, he will definitely be able to find Ben. Wallace's weakness, he'll blow up Ben. Wallace's! "Charles. Barkley responded on the sidelines.

"This, Charles, I want to ask, when did you say 'Kwame. Brown has a high ball quotient, give him a game to get used to it and he'll blow it out. Wallace's? "Kenny. Smith questioned.

"Didn't I say that? I remember saying it just now! "Charles. Barkley touched his sleek head again, pretending to be stupid.

"You really didn't say that!" Kenny. Smith answered in the affirmative.

"Maybe I said it silently in my heart, you didn't hear it......" Charles. Barkley's cheekiness was like a city wall brick, and he responded with a smile......

"I'm not going to lose! I won't let you score again, I swear! "Sweat from Ben. Wallace's face kept dripping, and his exhausted body made him gasp for breath as he spoke, but his eyes were still so determined.

I looked at Ben. Wallace suddenly had a kind of admiration in his heart, and later major sports forums have discussed Ben. Wallace with a height of 2o1 cm in the long line of how to gain a foothold on this great proposition, countless so-called experts and scholars believe that it is his strong upper body strength that gives him the guarantee to wreak havoc under the basket, but today I have a little different opinion, I think his spirit is an indispensable part of his success, just like at this moment, although he is exhausted, he has been fighting on the court for nearly 4o minutes without a minute, but he is still trying to compete with me, Still going on and over guò in various ways, suggesting that he could beat me. As an opponent, he deserves respect, but that's just respect, and in addition to respect, I'm going to kill him.

"Impossible!" I turned my head towards the jersey which was already completely soaking wet. Wallace said.

"Yes! Definitely! "Ben. Wallace gritted his teeth and said viciously, as if saying so would give him more courage.

"Then try it! In the end, I won't score a goal if you can prevent it, or will I blow you up into scum! I clenched my fists hard and pointed them at Ben. Wallace made the final challenge. (To be continued......)

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