Chapter 221 Chasing Points

I'm already counting on others, and it's obvious that the morale of the others is not much at all, and they all want to meet women in those days of the month, one by one, twisting and pinching, it seems really inconvenient!

No one else can be trusted! Chauncey. Billups's weak appearance makes people feel very unreliable when they look at it. （!duka）

Larry. Hughes's Battle* is also distinctly deficient in Richard's fight. Hamilton also looked sluggish. Only Carlos. Boozer's expression was okay.

There is no other way! These birdmen are so superstitious that I have to solve the battle on my own, and the gap of 1o points in the first quarter of the game is facing Greg. Ostertag, the big white bear, I still believe I can report it to scum.

I took a step back, pulled out, and reached out to ask, Chaunse. Billups was a little lacking in confidence, but the skill was still imprinted in his bones, and the basketball was in my hands.

After I received the ball, I didn't make any observations or stops, and just dribbled and carried Greg. Ostertag, the single-kidney, rushed to the basket.

No one on the Jazz team thought that I would come on my own, and everyone was caught off guard and could only watch me leap high and slam dunk hard!

The ball is in!

There was cheering in the arena! I stretched out my arms with my palms facing upwards and raised them vigorously to make the cheers of the fans more violent, trying to get the excitement out of the atmosphere and motivate my teammates.

John. Stockton dribbled from the outside, his tongue kept sticking out of his lips and kept licking his lips, looking at Chauncey. Billups was a little careless, and made an emergency stop, followed by a plus over Chauncey. Billups' defense.

No one came to make up for it, and all of them didn't think of Chauncey. Billups would have been broken so lightly.

John. Stockton, directly on the inside, against me!

I'm stuck John. Stockton's position, staring at his every move, watching him seem to kill slowly.

John. Stockton's hideous face was already within reach, and he held the ball in his left hand and jumped high as if he were about to make a big throw.

I jumped up and stretched my arm hard to try to stop him, but in the air he took the basketball back and passed it under my armpit.

"Bang dang!"

Karl, who is not confused. Uncle Marlon hung on the basket!

Cal. Malone shook his head and smiled at me triumphantly.

I couldn't defend on the outside, so that the opponent's guard directly faced the center, and I was either played lightly by others, or I was fouled by the opponent.

Absolutely not!

"Chauncey! We're going to lose! You have to lose with dignity! Defend! I frowned and patted Chauncey. Billups' shoulder smack.

Chauncey. Billups glanced at me and said softly, "Don't worry! Next time I won't let him pass so lightly! ”

I was running out again to ask for the ball, but this time the basketball was in my hands. Ostertag swooped down and spread his arms like an eagle guarding a nest in my way.

I need help! I'm too far from the basket! I need help now!

Cal. Malone was staring at me from one side, and once I broke through with the ball, I believed that the bag would come immediately.

Talent matters! But no matter how talented you are, you can't stand not playing hard.

No one came to help me! I gritted my teeth! I decided to go it alone, and although it might have been a bad outcome, I only trusted myself at this time.

I surprised everyone, instead of relying on my strength to slam the basket, instead of stepping back to shoot, I faced Greg. Ostertag's defense, a straight pull-up jumper!

Enter! Or don't enter!

None of this matters, the important thing is that I worked hard!

I turned around and bumped into Greg. Ostertag's defense, straight to the basket, I'm going to fight for that possible rebound!

The basketball smashed into the hoop, bounced, and fell straight into the hoop!

I breathed a sigh of relief, even though I was under the basket and grabbed a good position, I couldn't guarantee that I would get the rebound.

The Jazz are on offense!

Seeing my teammates' loose and boastful defense, I didn't get angry, I have never seen the Wizards' defensive trash so bad.

I tried to endure it! Bear with it! Hold back your anger at your teammates!

Matt, who feels hot in the hand. Halplin, in Richard. Hamilton's defense with an easy stoppage put Richard. Hamilton threw it to the side, then made a step-back jumper to score two points again.

I don't know what to say, basketball is a five-person sport, and now it's just me working on it, everyone else is playing basketball dispensably!

Larry. Hughes stood on the baseline and the basketball was handed to Chauncey. Billups, but in Chauncey. The moment Billups turned around, the basketball was lost!

John. Stockton, stealing, then he threw the basketball to the rebound, and a tall figure descended from the sky, grabbed the rebounding basketball, and poured the basketball into it fiercely.

"Chauncey, Larry, you two pay attention! Don't get distracted! Although we can lose, we can't lose this game too miserably! I lowered my voice and whispered a reminder to Larry. Hughes and Chauncey. Billups.

Both nodded, neither spoke!

I'm still not at ease, but I have to trust them for a while.

The basketball was dribbled to the frontcourt, and this time the ball was not broken, but with their kind of weak look, I really didn't feel at ease, I ran outside the three-point line, received the ball, Chauncey. Billups flicks the ball to Larry. Hughes, Larry. Hughes saw that I had no one to defend me from beyond the three-point line, so he threw the ball directly at me.

I suddenly remembered Kobe Bryant after the big shark swam east. Bryant, thinking of the lone wolf Marbury, I suddenly sympathized with them, not that they were too lonely, but they couldn't help but be alone, only they could believe in the whole team, only they were full of desire to win.

There was a little pain in my heart, I endured the pain in my heart, jumped up hard, and shot the fiery red elf outside the three-point line.

The basketball was off, I didn't grab the rebound, and suddenly I felt so tired! I feel so tired!

The rebound was taken by Greg. Ostertag got it, he threw it to the frontcourt, and the basketball flew up.

I hurriedly turned around and chased after that basketball, Matt. Haups was moving forward with the basketball at a rapid pace, and Haplin, who was only 2o1 cm tall, fell a full 2 meters away from me, but I was still chasing desperately.

The distance of 2 meters was slowly shortening, but it was obviously not so easy to catch up, and I could only watch the basketball under the basket by Matt. Haprin put it in the basket.

I picked up the basketball and prepared for the baseline ball, but now I was the only one in the backcourt, and no one else was chasing the basketball.

I slammed the basketball on the floor, crossed my waist and yelled at the bastards.

The whistle sounded!

Doug. Collins asked for a timeout!

Doug. Collins substituted everyone off the field and the game went into garbage time.

The Wizards lost!

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