The Jazz also made substitutions

Karl Malone and Andrei Kirilenko remained on the court, Jalen Collins replaced Greg Ostertag of the Great White Bears, Lasty LaRue replaced John Stockton, and the shooting guard was still DeSean Stevenson, who had just replaced Byron Russell.

Throw-in.

I stood outside the touchline for the ball. There was a lot of running on the court, the Wizards were trying to get rid of it, and the Jazz were trying to catch it. Carl Malone was jumping in front of me, his muscles sweating from his muscles.

I swung to the left, the ball was passed to the right, and Richard Hamilton had just shaken off DeSean Stevenson, who had a very nice beard, and he was on the edge of the line.

Malone is still on the outside, and their big center Jalen Collins has just come on the court, and he hasn't found his right position yet, and he is tangled with Brandon Haywood, and the basket is already empty.

Richard Hamilton got into the paint and scored two points on a flowing layup.

It's rare to see Richard Hamilton dunk and run through guò to get open spots, and then his beautiful mid-range shot is his hallmark, and this layup was obviously a bit of a surprise.

I stood at the top of the arc and pressed my forearm against Carl Malone, and I didn't care about the rest, I was only responsible for guarding Carl Malone.

Carl Malone received a basketball from Rasti Larue, sank his weight, turned his back, dribbled, and hit me hard with his hips.

Caught off guard, I took a half-step back, his hips immediately followed, and this time I was prepared, I lowered my center of gravity and stood firmly in position, my left hand on his waist, and my right arm high in the air.

It was a complete duel of strength, Carl Malone's impact came like a tidal wave, and I was firmly in position, and this was the second time someone had competed with me, and although I lost to the shark in Los Angeles the first time, I would never have lost to a fucking guy who was almost 39 years old.

In the duel of strength, Malone completely failed, Andrei Kirilenko came to block me, Malone took a step forward, turned around and killed him from a 45-degree angle.

There was also Brandon Haywood under the basket, but Karl Malone did not choose to have another violent collision, making a stop, shooting, and shooting.

I turned around and saw Malone already holding his basketball aloft on the edge of the paint area. I jumped up with all my strength and slapped the basketball in the air at the basketball that had just scratched its mark.

"Boom!" There was a violent jubilation on the pitch, followed by a chorus of boos.

The basketball was slapped to the rebound by me, bounced back, and was picked up by Kirilenko, a standard mid-range shot, and scored two points.

I was standing on the baseline and suddenly I was receiving the ball against Tyrone Lue, the point guard, who had reached the opposing half, and there were no defenders around him. I threw the ball hard at Tyrone Lu, and after Tyrone Lue received the ball, he flew to the basket, and no one in the Jazz team was fully aware of Tyrone Lue's fast break, no one defended him, and when someone realized it, Tyrone Lue was already hanging on the basket, and it was very simple for Tyrone Lue to score two points.

Tyrone Rue grinned and I shook my head, this is fucking nonsense. The person who received the ball turned out to be in the hinterland of the opponent.

I stood in the backcourt and basically didn't move, and once again I was entangled with Ma Long, but this time it didn't fight me.

Malone got the ball and quickly transferred to Andrei Kirilenko on the outside, who had an advantage in height and strength over Courtney Alexander, who was one step inside the three-point line to eat Courtney Alexander.

I had to be ready to defend at all times.

Kirilenko dribbled with his back to Courtney Alexander a few times, then half-turned and carried Courtney Alexander on his shoulder, and Courtney Alexander quickly moved to follow closely in an attempt to interfere with his pitching.

Karl Malone suddenly started to stand on Alexander's side, and Andriy Kirilenko slipped down the line to the paint area.

I had to let go of Carl Malone, I stuck in position and tried to keep Kirilenko obediently on the baseline so that he couldn't see the basket.

Andrei Kirilenko leaned his back against me, very reluctantly half-turned, and tried to hit the basketball.

I believe he definitely didn't see the basket, he was definitely reluctant to shoot, and I turned around and tried to grab the rebound.

A big man in a white No. 32 jersey rose to the ground, it was Ma Long, and I jumped immediately, and although Ma Long had the advantage, I didn't want to give up.

The ball had reached by Malone, he was already falling, I was still rising, my hands were already touching the skin of the basketball.

Suddenly, Ma Long twisted his waist, my eyes were dark, and a foreign object attacked, I quickly closed my eyes and bowed my head violently.

"Bang!"

I opened my eyes, and the sky was full of Venus. I had a warm thing crawling on my face, I reached out and touched it, it was blood! I realized I had been injured by Carl Malone's iron elbow.

It's messy!

Michael Jordan had already rushed onto the court, staring at Karl Malone with his neck in anger and darsh talking. Doug Collins is complaining with the Fourth Officer.

I tried to get up, but Jim Johnson, the team doctor, put his hand on my chest, motioned for me not to move, and held out two fingers with his left hand, saying, "Kwame, how much is this?" ”

"Two!" I said.

"How much is this?" Jim Johnson said with four more fingers.

"Four!"

"What is wrong with you?" Jim Johnson then asked.

"I'm feeling a little dizzy!" Shaking his head, he tried to sober himself up.

"What's wrong with that?"

"My ass hurts!" I replied honestly. Just now he was knocked down by Ma Long's elbow from the air, and his ass hit the ground first, and his ass didn't win the floor in close contact, and now it's painful!

"Remember what happened just now?" Jim Johnson asked again.

"Grabbing a rebound was beaten by Malone with an elbow!"

Jim Johnson signaled that it was no big deal! The people around them let out a sigh of relief. I was helped to the locker room by Jane Hetti White and Jee Jones.

;

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!