Chapter 203 Tired Lying Down Mutombo

Dibeken. Mutombo's play-on immediately turned the tide when he and Kenyon were on the pitch. Martin's interior line, one offense and one defense complement each other, which immediately allows the Nets to no longer occupy too many disadvantages on the inside, but it is clear that they do not have an advantage either. Me and Carlos. Boozer's combination is no worse than them, and so replace Christian. Leitner, a former All-Star, still has a slight advantage. Leitner's years of NBA experience are not for nothing, and his defense is better than Carlos. Boozer is many times stronger.

Hit the inside line! Tired of Dickon Bay. Mutombo!

This is Doug. Corinthian tactics just put Deacon Bey. If Mutombo continues, the Nets' defensive system will fall apart.

I picked up the basketball again and tried the strength of the guy behind me who was good enough to be my uncle, and I knew that his strength was completely dead.

I sat back, dribbled, and pushed backwards step by step, his strength was obviously inferior to mine, and although he tried to stop it with all his strength, he didn't have the slightest advantage in the complete power duel.

However, Deacon Bay. Mutombo is a superstar, not Aaron. A third-rate center like Williams, although he stepped back step by step, he was still firmly stuck in the main position, so I couldn't turn around and dunk smoothly.

Richard. Jefferson pounced, and it was Nets head coach Byron Brown. Scott arranged, but Richard. Jefferson's pounce gave Larry behind him. Hughes has plenty of space.

I jumped up, it was a high jump, not to shoot, but to pass, and the basketball was taken away from me by Richard. Jefferson's head was passed over and Larry. Hughes received the basketball in the defense of Kyrie. Kittels passes the ball to Richard before he comes over. Hamilton, Richard. There wasn't a single person within a metre of Hamilton.

Richard. Hamilton didn't hesitate, and the basketball was transferred into the basket in a beautiful arc.

The Nets were on the ball fast, the Wizards weren't quite in their position, and Kidd was already dribbling the ball.

I was firmly in position under the basket and interfering with Kenyon. Martin's air-cut shot.

The ball didn't go in, but the rebound was lost to Jason. Kidd, this guy snatched it.

The fast break turned into a positional battle.

Jefferson is slipping the bottom line, Carey. Kittels is moving towards a 45-degree angle, Kenyon. Martin is constantly interspersed in and out of the paint area, and Jason. Kidd was steadily dribbling from the outside, looking for that lethal opportunity.

I'm on top of Deacon Bay. Mutombo, and his strength to compete, it is clear that at this time Deacbey. Mutombo is very smart, he understands his weaknesses, as long as I try hard, this guy will dodge, and then change positions, and I almost bite my teeth in a straight way.

I have to say that the outside combination of the Nets is really powerful, Richard. Jefferson makes use of Kenyon. Martin and Carey. Kittels' continuous cover actually put him directly in front of me.

He didn't have the ball in his hand, but I knew he was going to have it in his hand. I took a step across to block Richard. Jefferson's way.

When the ball reached his hand, he jumped up at me, raised the basketball in the air with his right hand, his body pulled into a bow, and shouted, "Kill the Wizards!" ”

He's trying to humiliate me, he's coming to lock people up!

I'm calm! I knew I had to be calm at this point.

I stood firmly outside the reasonable collision zone, I patiently waited for the violent collision to come, I knew that I was in position early, as long as he touched me, he was an offensive foul! Absolutely! I don't need to do anything to seal it, as long as he touches me, as long as I fall backwards at the right time!

I lay on the ground!

The referee's whistle sounded!

Richard is celebrating wildly. Jefferson was stunned!

Offensive foul!

There was a boo just now

I'm not a rookie anymore, and as a center, the rookies who have been bullied by the big guys during the holidays have learned enough experience from them.

Defense isn't just about blocks and rebounds. A reasonable jam position can turn your so-called bells and whistles offenses into a shit mess!

Don't say it's a cheat, it's a reasonable use rule! This is the most effortless way to play, you don't have to sell your strength to the death, and the effect will be better, at least I have to shoot two free throws!

It's the last, both teams have already committed 4 fouls, and I made free throws!

I stood at the penalty line, quietly waiting for the referee's whistle, and there was silence in the court, except for Deacon Bay. Mutombo's rough panting, this old guy is no longer good!

The first penalty was hit.

The second penalty I took towards Christian. Leitner made a look at Christian who had been working closely with him for a long time. Lightner knew right away what the hell I was trying to do.

I slammed the basketball on the basket, and several of the elders scrambled to grab it, but it was clear that they were in the wrong place.

Christian. Leitner grabbed the rebound!

But the Nets were also quick to react, and Richard. Jefferson pestered.

The ball went to the outside and put Michael. Chauncey under Jordan replacement. Billups began to dribble slowly, looking for holes in the Nets' defense!

I'll be Deacon Bay. Mutombo stood behind Chauncey. Billups' ball was passed at the right time again.

I sat down again, dribbling the basketball with my toned back and my fat ass against Mutombo towards the paint.

Deacon Bay. Mutombo pressed his big elbow against my waist and tried to push me hard, but it didn't work, although my strength was not as strong as O'Neill, the shark, but definitely not Deacon Bay. Mutombo, the aging African mountain, can contend with.

When I finally got to the basket, I half-turned, holding the ball in both hands and asking for a two-handed dunk again, an unsympathetic dunk.

Deacon Bay. Mutombo stretched out his slender right arm from my side and slammed it at the basketball in my hand. Mutombo's long reach still makes him a threat to my dunks, which is his capital under the basket.

Basketball by Deacon Bay. Mutombo hit, and the basketball escaped my grasp, bounced off the hoop.

I landed on both feet and hit Deacon Bay, who was still stalking, with my back. Mutombo, jumping high again, grabbed the basketball that was flying in the air.

Dibeken. Mutombo was still firmly stuck behind me, while Kenyon . Martin also flew over.

I half-turned, shoulders to the left and then to the right, clearing a small gap for my forced dunk, and then jumped high and plunged my hands into the basket hard.

Drip!

The referee's whistle sounded!

The referee made a gesture that I was slamming my shoulder, and I fouled!

But I laughed!

Deacon Bay. Mutombo lay on the ground!

He's cramping!

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