Chapter 326

"Boy, you're still tender!" I pouted in return to Amare. Stodameyer's trash talk just now ran to the front court.

"I'll beat you! It's going to beat you! "Amare. Stadameyer shouted behind me.

I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart that I was still challenging Hakim last year. Olajuwon, challenging Patrick. Ewing, challenging David. Robinson, challenging Shaquille. O'Neill, challenging Deacon Bey. Mutombo, and this year I was one of the challenged.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach, and I beat Patrick. Ewing also defeated Hakim. Olajuwon, defeated David. Robinson, in Deacon Bay. Mutombo can also score more than 2o points under the defense, and the big shark O'Neill is even more difficult to solve this year, and he is still far ahead of him this season, but now I am not the back wave, I am already the front wave, and I am now the front wave that was photographed by others. Whether it is today's little overlord or the future monster, I have become their target to shoot.

The NBA is a league that makes heroes, and it is also a league that aspires to defeat heroes, and countless heroes rise here every year, and countless heroes are blown into the dust of history every year, and the heroes who rise now will be forgotten one day sooner or later, unless you become Jordan.

Only when your achievements are as great as Jordan and can bring great changes to this league like Jordan, no one wants to see you defeated anymore, even if you are old and you can no longer play, but when you stand on the court, no one can bear to beat you, and then you will be the final winner.

I bent down, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the turbid breath, driving away the somewhat decadent thoughts in my heart, and silently told myself in my heart: become Jordan and play every minute.

Amare. Stadamyre is not as tall or heavy as me, and even he doesn't move faster than me, but it's clear that Mike. D'Antoni told him how to defend me, and he reached out from behind me and tried to interfere with my catch.

But just with a young Amare. Stoudamire, it's impossible to stop me.

I sat down hard and took Amare. Stadamire thrust my fat ass out, and then I quickly ran beyond the three-point line.

There is Dennis under the basket. Rodman, the rebound must be guaranteed, and I ran outside the three-point line with confidence.

The basketball came and I slid sideways to avoid Amare who was rushing wildly. Stadamier, from beyond the three-point line, raised the basketball and jumped lightly, ready to throw the basketball in his hand.

"I'm going to beat you!"

The voice sounded in my ears again, and Amare, who had been shaken away by me. Stoudamayre struggled to stop himself, forced himself to twist, jumped up from my side, and slapped his right hand at the basketball in my hand.

Michael. Jordan and Larry. Hughes ran to the basket after switching positions and replaced Sean. Marion plays Elton. Ford is being replaced by Dennis. Rodman is firmly entangled, and if I pass the ball through now, Michael. Jordan will easily score two points.

I didn't pass the ball and I'm ready to give this arrogant Amare. Stadameyer taught him a good lesson and told him to respect his seniors, even though I was only 8 months older than him

I held my waist hard to increase my time in the air, and at the same time my body slowly tilted to the left, and my hands holding the ball towards Amare. Stadameyer's outstretched palm leaned in.

Touched!

Amare. Stadamyer's palm touched my left hand, and although it didn't make a loud sound, although I did it on purpose, it was enough, and my right hand pushed the basketball hard.

The basketball touched the inside of the basket and began to spin with a grunt, one, two, and then on the third lap it plunged into the basket.

"Drop" the referee's whistle sounded.

I raised my right arm and four fingers of my left hand went straight into the air, signaling that I was 4 points this time.

Amare. Stadameyer also extended his right arm, but he signaled for a foul.

Amare. Stoudemire's eyes were full of cold murderous aura, and his constricted brow showed his frustration and unwillingness, but this is the NBA.

"You can't get it! Definitely miss the ...... "Amare. Stadamyre was on one side, his hands on his knees, and he was muttering.

I gave him a cold look, but the damn guy glared back.

I adjusted my breathing, my brain stopped thinking about the noise around me, and focused my attention on the basket in front of me, gently lifted the basketball and threw it.

The basketball crossed a perfect arc and landed in the basket.

53:53

The score was tied.

The Suns made a substitution while the dead ball was playing. D'Antoni with the Greek Jack. Chacaridis replaces Anferne. Hardaway, apparently Mike. D'Antoni has seen that Junior is no match for me, and he needs to increase the number of players on the inside to limit my swings.

Jack, who is 218 cm tall. Chacaridis, 2o8 cm Amare. Stoudamire, 2o6 cm Elton. Ford began to attack the Wizards' line under the basket, and Jack. Chacaridis used his height advantage to stand firmly in front of me and sit back hard, trying to compete with me, or trying to compete with me, so that I could not take care of the others.

Dennis. Rodman is taking care of the little bully Amare. Stadamire, he clung to Amare. Studamayre, but young enough to be his son of Amare. Stadamire's physical agility, strength, and degree were far from what he could resist. Stadameyer made a counter-run and shook off Dennis. Rodman was half a position, turned around and killed in the paint area, Dennis . Rodman reacted quickly, but the 41-year-old Dennis Rodman was quick to respond. Rodman was no longer able to stop his opponent from attacking the basket, and he could only do his best to entangle, but the physical disadvantage made his efforts only stay at the scratching stage.

But it was enough to tickle this stage, and I hit the Greek Jack hard. Chakalidis, a sliding step laterally, stuck Amaré in advance. Stadameyer broke through the position, stood outside the reasonable collision zone, raised his hands high, and stood motionless in his footsteps.

Stephen. Marbury's pass arrived, Amare . Stadameyer jumped up at the basketball, stretched out to dunk hard above my head.

"Boom!" The basketball slammed into the basket with a soothing sound.

"Ahh Amare. Stadamire hung on the basket and vented his pride loudly.

But I was embarrassed that I was already sitting and slid under the basketball hoop, and the referee's whistle sounded at the wrong time.

Offensive foul!

Amare. Stodameyer's face was innocent, he didn't seem to know what was going on, he didn't know why such a beautiful dunk was blown into an offensive foul, he tried to distinguish it with the referee, but Stephen was killed. Marbury dragged him behind him and wouldn't let him speak to the referee, while Mr. Lone Wolf was exchanging views with the referee.

Slow-motion showed that I was in position early, there was no problem with the penalty, and Marbury's plea was futile.

Amare. Stodameyer's eyes were filled with complete rage, and I believe that if the referee said that he could fight freely now, he would have rushed up and landed a hard left hook to my head. But I'm sure I'm going to beat his head into a pig's head.

Doug. Collins also made a substitution, facing Mike. D'Antoni's move, Doug. Collins will also be Carlos. Boozer and Louis. Scola was replaced by two masters, and let Michael. Jordan and Dennis. Rodman took a break.

Three belts and two small duels, three major belts and two small.

Chris. Whitney at Stephen. Marbury beckoned and slowly brought the basketball to the frontcourt. Chakalidis was firmly behind him and reached for the ball.

The ball came over, but the moment I turned, Amare . . . Stadameyer frantically pounced on him and Jack. The two of Chakalidis formed a bag for me.

One is tall and has long arms, and the other has a flexible body. I think anyone would hesitate when faced with these two people's bags. I'm not a god, and I can't comfortably put a basketball in the hoop when the inside space is so small and I'm being guarded by a strong man with a height of 218 cm.

But the opponent is clamped, then there must be a person in the empty position, I pulled my body to the left, twisted, and passed the basketball in my hand to Carlos, who was 2 steps away. In Boozer's hands.

Carlos. Boozer catches the ball and jumps slightly.

The body is more perverted Amare. Stadameyer made a lateral move towards Carlos. Boozer, jumping high, stretched out his left arm and opened his palms wide, ready to interfere and block Carlos. Boozer's shot.

Carlos. Boozer was affected, and his shot hit the basket and fell.

The most important thing in grabbing rebounds is the card position, but under absolute power, no matter how good your card position is, it will eventually be out of position.

Jack. Chakalidis was in good position, but when I bumped into him with his shoulder, he was completely out of position. And I became the one who got stuck in the best position.

The basketball fell. I put my hands firmly in my arms.

Amare who didn't grab the rebound. Stadameyer and Jack. Chakalidis used his arm to construct a cordon above my head.

But I'm not afraid of that. I jumped bravely, lifted the basketball above my head with both hands in the air, and used the basketball as a vanguard to break out of the blockade.

A palm slapped on the basketball, affecting the height of my jump, but it was enough, and I poured the basketball hard into the basket.

"Smack!" The moment the basketball was poured into the basket, my arm was slammed again, and the sound was crisp and loud.

"Drop!" The whistle sounded again.

Poor Amare. Stoudmayer raised his right arm again.

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