I led Carlos. Boozer, Caron. Butler, Larry. Hughes, Chauncey. Billups stood on the court with a murderous face, while the Lakers across from us were laughing and laughing, still giggling and walking unhurriedly onto the court. As I stood in the middle circle, bent down deeply, and patiently waited for the referee to throw out the basketball in his hand, ready to compete for the first time in the regular season of the season, Shaquille. O'Neill is also outside the center circle and Gary. Peyton was grinning and joking, not caring that the referee had been urging for a long time, not caring that I had been waiting for a long time.

We were despised, and we were completely despised that they didn't think we could put much of an obstacle in their way, as if they would soon beat us by a big margin if they worked hard.

But they really thought wrong, what the media boasted about them was only their strength on paper, which seemed to be powerful, but in fact they were simply a paper tiger, as long as someone poked hard, they would be exposed.

Yes! The current Lakers are a seemingly powerful paper tiger, and they are not strong enough to see who destroys whom. And the experience of the previous life did prove the fact that they were paper tigers. Gary. Payton doesn't have a problem with triangle offense. Cal. Marlon molests Kobe. Bryant's wife, Vanessa. Lenny's question. Shaquille. O'Neal and Kobe. Bryant's struggle for the top spot of the team makes it impossible for this team to burst out with the power they should have, they are an authentic paper tiger.

They look down on the current Wizards team, thinking that the Wizards team will be killed by them every second, but the current Wizards team is really very powerful, this Wizards team broke into the finals last season, if it weren't for too many injuries, they would have hoped to win the championship, and this season also retained most of the last season's combat power. If it weren't for David. Stern blocked, the Wizards have the ability to win the championship this season.

"Kwamei!" As I was thinking, a voice sounded behind me, and I turned my head to see that it was Chauncey. Billups.

Chauncey. Billups had a firm face on his face, stretched out his left hand, pointed to the front court with his index finger, and then circled his index finger and thumb into a ring, and stretched his middle finger, ring finger, and little finger forward to make an OK pose.

I looked at Caron. Butler and Larry. Hughes. Now the two of them were looking at me expectantly, and I nodded solemnly. Signaling that I already know what they are up to.

"Kwamei, it's time to fight for the ball, you're still shaking your head, do you really admit defeat? However, if you admit defeat, it's really right, although your lineup is not bad, but it is comparable to us. But it's almost there, ...... "Before I could turn back, a hearty voice with a slight mockery sounded in my ears.

Judging by the sound alone, I also know it's Shaquille. O'Neill, bastard!

I turned my head. Cold and Shaquille. O'Neill said, "Then why don't you ask David. Stern built yì directly announced that you won the game? ”

"Uh......" Shaquille. O'Neill was choked up and speechless.

"Ain't not getting David. Stern's approval? I said with some sarcasm: "It seems that David. Stern also thinks you can't win this game! Hehe......"

"Huh?!" Shaquille. O'Neill was immediately choked by me and blushed, not knowing what to say or not to say.

The referee blew the whistle! Walked up to me and Shaquille. O'Neal in the middle, and this became O'Neal's prop to hide his embarrassment.

"It's useless to talk about it. We'll see! "Shaquille. O'Neill said viciously as he bent down.

Yes! It's useless to play tricks, and you have to walk around in the game! I put my hands firmly on my knees. He bent down deeply, stared at the basketball in the referee's hand with wide eyes and without blinking.

The ball was thrown high into the air, and the moment he reached the apex and stopped, I slammed my feet to the floor, jumped straight into the air, and stretched out my right hand and slapped the basketball hard.

I was in the whereabouts and looked down when Shaquille. O'Neill was rising, and he was looking up at me in surprise as I was falling!

I'm jumping on my feet Bishaquille. O'Neill is twenty centimeters taller! This can't help but surprise him, in last season, the two of us in the jump ball link is not unnecessary, although there is a gap between the two of us, but the gap is not so big! Did it take a whole summer for Shaquille. Has O'Neill's body element degraded to such a powerful point?

Shaquille. O'Neill was still surprised that the basketball had been photographed by me to Chauncey behind him. Billups, I didn't look back after I landed with both feet, my left foot kicked the floor, and my right thigh kicked hard to the right front, going around Shaquille. O'Neill's fat body ran hard to the front. At the same time, Caron. Butler and Larry. Hughes quickly swept through the half, one left and one right, along the two touchlines.

The Lakers players were a little confused, and by the time they reacted, my body was already the same as Gary. Peyton was on the same line, waiting for Gary. By the time Payton turned around, I had already pulled Gary down. Peyton is out of position.

My front was empty, and no one was stopping me, so I easily half-turned around and stretched out my right hand, ready to pick up Chaunse. Billups' pass.

Long pass!

A long pass with precision! Although it is said that Chauncey. Billups' fame is a lot different from Gary Payton's, but when it comes to long passes, Chauncey. Billups is definitely not better than Gary. How much worse Peyton is.

When the ball reached my hand, I slapped it hard and strode into the penalty area, and when my right foot stepped into the paint area, I jumped up hard, raised the basketball above my head with both hands, and poured it into the basket fiercely!

No one stopped me! No one on the Lakers team was able to stop me

The fastest in the Lakers is Kobe Bryant. Bryant if Kobe. Bryant might be able to catch up with me if he had tried his best to do it, but Larry. Hughes's fast forward interfered with his judgment, he didn't chase back in the first place, and he missed the best time to chase back. Of course, even if Kobe Bryant can catch up, with his thin physique, except for being knocked away by me. It's not of any use.

As for Shaquille, who can compete with me in terms of strength. O'Neill and Carl. Ma Long is too obese, and the other is too old, and he can't keep up with my full sprint.

"Boom!"

I'm hanging on the hoop!

The stadium, which was still a little noisy, fell silent all of a sudden, for a full 3 seconds, and there was not a single sound in the stadium, and even the commentators on the scene were stuck at this moment.

"Kill the Lakers!"

A hoarse and infinitely excited voice suddenly came from the bench!

I turned my head to look, Bill. Ranbir raised his left hand and roared loudly.

This shouldn't be the head coach of an NBA team, it's the core of the team or the captain's job. Ranbir is robbing the captain of the team.

But at the moment Bill. Ranbier, however, is the most perfect in my heart. His strong body, fierce movements, and hoarse shouts all interpret the old man's unusually determined heart, and he transmits the heat emitted by his firm heart to every player on the Wizards!

"Kill the Lakers!" I landed on both feet and yelled with a hideous face. There were a dozen different but equally hoarse voices shouting with me, and at that moment the whole Staples Arena seemed to be conquered by us, and there was no other difference.

Shaquille. O'Neill was looking back at me with his mouth half-open, looking in surprise.

Cal. Malone stuck out his tongue and kept licking his dry lips in surprise.

Rick. Fox also made defensive moves with his palm outstretched on the right side of the court. But he defended Larry. Hughes had already run back.

Gary. Peyton's face was blank, as if he hadn't figured out what had just happened.

Only Kobe. Bryant was normal, he frowned lightly and walked to the sideline to prepare for the baseline ball.

"Shh......h

The sound he should have heard in the arena finally sounded, and Lakers fans only woke up this time. But it's really a bit late to wake up now, and the morale on the pitch has been completely upended at this moment.

Phil. Jackson was clearly out of the ordinary, and he walked to the sideline and shouted loudly, trying to get his shouts back to normalize the already demoralized Lakers.

Cal. Malone, Gary. Peyton, Rick. Fawkes, after all, is a battle-hardened battle. Having seen too much wind and rain, they are in Phil. Jackson's roar finally returned to normal, but of course this was only superficially restored. No one knows how much of an impact the Wizards' offense had on them.

The game resumes, Gary. Payton received Kobe Bryant. Bryant's passing, slowly dribbling across the halfcourt, kept directing his teammates from beyond the three-point line.

Shaquille. O'Neill slammed his fat ass, fleshy back hard at me again and again, trying to open a gap in me.

But it's a pity that I let Shaquille. O'Neill was disappointed, my feet firmly on the floor, motionless, and I felt like he was being pushed forward by me as my forearms pushed hard against his back.

What's going on?

Isn't this man in front of me Shaquille? O'Neill? Or Shaquille. After a summer of recuperation, O'Neill's physique has degraded to such a strict level. In other words, after a summer of intense training, my body has strengthened a lot......

"Whew...... Whew...... "Shaquille. O'Neill never took advantage of me, on the contrary, he was still tired, and kept panting in front of me, which made me wonder if this guy had some hidden disease in his body, but it seems that this guy has been living a good life in the previous life, and I haven't heard of this guy's disease! The only thing I heard about was that his second child was relatively short, his durability was very poor, and he was rated as impotence by his girlfriend.

Shaquille. O'Neill didn't want to get a good position, and the team's first choice naturally became the last choice.

Basketball to Carl. In the hands of Marlon, Carlos. Boozer pressed his chest against Carl. Marlon is behind and tries to stop Carl. Malone's turn. It was clear that his efforts had played a role, and Karl. Malone didn't squeeze when he hit with his back, but Karl, who has become an old oiler on the court. Malone has a thousand ways to deal with this defense.

The ball was played by Carl. Malone passed it out, and then Carl. Marlon turned around and blocked Carlos. Boozer's side, ready to talk to Gary. Payton comes with a pick-and-roll.

But Carl. Marlon forgot one thing, Gary. Peyton is not John. Stockton, there wasn't enough tacit understanding between the two of them.

Gary. Payton didn't break through, but passed!

Basketball from Carl. Marlon's back flew high over his head and in the direction of the basket!

It's not a shot! I swear! This is absolutely not! Although the basketball flew in the direction of the basket, he was obviously not facing the basket.

Gary. Payton was passing the ball and he was ready to pass it to Vin. Baker, or the former Rain Man Shaun. Kemp. Let the two of them bypass the defense and go straight to the air for a relay dunk.

But Carl. Marlon is not a text. Baker, and not Rain Man Camp either

Blunder?!

Whether it was the commentator or the fans at the scene, everyone who watched the game had a big question mark in their heads.

I used my left forearm to smash Shaquille. O'Neal pushed forward, pushing the big shark that had once made the NBA dark away, and then jumped high and stopped the basketball in his arms.

"Run!" I shouted.

Caron. Butler and Larry. Hughes and the two of them, one left and one right, quickly cut forward along the two sidelines.

Bryant. Bryant is about to chase him with Caron. Butler's distance is slowly approaching, Rick. Fox is also trying to catch up with Larry. Hughes, but apparently Rick. Fox & Larry. Hughes is getting more and more apart.

Cal. Malone pounced on me, and he couldn't defend quickly, and he hit me with his attention, as long as he blocked my pass, Cuarón. Butler and Larry. No matter how fast Hughes ran, it was for nothing.

I jumped up so hard that I pushed the basketball out of the air so hard that Carl . Malone's interference completely turned into useless work.

"Kill the Lakers!" Larry. Hughes hung on the basket and shouted.

He responded with more than a dozen identical figures on the Wizards, only this time the shouts were obviously a little different from the last time. Ranbir stimulated, and this time it was true that all the Wizards' players resonated with confidence!

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