Chapter 165: Not adapting

Regardless of whether you are nervous or not, and whether you feel good or not, the game started as scheduled, and when the referee's whistle sounded, I was with "Big Ben". Wallace's two stout arms together reached for the basketball that was flying in the air.

Although Ben Wallace has a good jump, his slightly short height limits his swing.

I gave the racket to Chauncey. Billups, swiftly ran towards the front. I hope to create some chances for me in this arena with my degree.

But it was clear that in this attack I didn't show any effect, and the game went into a positional battle.

Me and Ben. Wallace fought hard for position, and Big Ben, the official bench press at 455 pounds, five pounds more than me, clearly didn't want me to catch the basketball, and squeezed my position.

It's hard work, but I'm still using my Biben. Wallace's much larger body kept him at bay.

Chauncey. Billups' ball came over and I quickly turned to the left, and halfway through the turn I turned back to the right again and I tried to get past Ben with a guò feint. Wallace's defense.

Root. Wallace was shaken by me. I took a step back and jumped slightly, ready to shoot the fiery red elf. Although I was a little nervous in training, I was in Christian. With Leitner's guidance, I've regained my feeling in this position, and I believe I can score the first point for the Wizards in this position!

The ball was shot, but a huge palm was already hanging over my head, Clifford. Robinson from Ben. Wallace's side popped up and he slapped my shot away.

The basketball flew over my head and I reached for it, but all I could do was touch the back of the basketball.

Chauncey behind me. Billups touched the basketball and he tried to take it down, but unfortunately he stepped on the sideline. Swap the ball!

I ran back to the backcourt and looked at who I was going to defend against -- Ben. Wallace, I know I need to be careful and careful, although his offense is average, but his power, his bounce gives him too much of an advantage when it comes to fighting for rebounds and secondary offense! I have to organize him and at the same time I have to assist Christian. Leitner defends that Clifford. Robinson.

Chucky, who is only 18o cm tall. Atkins dropped the ball to Clifford. Robinson, apparently the old fritter Christian. Lightner didn't get out of control on this kind of big scene, and he stuck Clifford well. Robinson's location, Clifford. Robinson could only flick the ball to Jerry. Stark House.

Jerry. Stackhouse received the ball and crashed into Richard with his strong body. Hamilton, Hamilton couldn't defend at all, watching Stackhouse knock him out of center of gravity, and then hit inside the three-point line.

I was taken by Ben. Wallace blocked and I tried to fill in but Ben. Wallace's muscular body blocked my way, a very good cover. That's what Ben. Wallace's value, even though he can't attack, but he can create chances for offense, he can make offense easier.

Basketball is in! Jerry. Stackhouse was cheering, and the arena was cheering.

I held the ball again, and I stretched out my index and middle fingers and told my teammates to play number two.

I half-turned around and pressed my shoulders to push the book. Wallace, and then with a sharp step back, I jumped.

Clifford. Robinson rushed from the side, leaping high to try to give me another block, but I wasn't as bad as he thought, and my IQ wasn't a genius, but at least not the kind of fool who never knew repentance. I'll take the ball from Ben. Wallace's head was uploaded. Richard. Hamilton is running towards Clifford. Robinson made up for the space left by the defense, and Hamilton received the basket and turned his back to Ben who ran over to defend Ben. Wallace made a small throw to try to score two points.

Maybe it was too nervous, or maybe God was at fault, and the basketball actually slipped through the basket without touching a single basket or rebound. Root. Wallace jumped up just in time to catch this basketball.

Once again, the Wizards handed over possession.

The tactics were played, and the opportunities came out, but the basketball didn't go in, who can blame it. Shooting Richard. Hamilton doesn't even know who to blame now!

I patted Richard. Hamilton's shoulder said, "It's okay! We still have a chance! ”

Root. Once again, Wallace blocked my position as a stoppage, and I watched as the current Players' Union president, Michael Brown, was in the driver's seat. Curry for Clifford. Robinson blocks Christian. Lightner, Jean Clifford. Robinson hit an easy two-point shot.

The Wizards didn't score two times in a row, and I knew it had to be scored this time, or the Wizards would have to call a timeout. Every timeout in the playoffs is used in the most critical moments, and the team cannot afford to waste any timeouts.

I greet Christian. Lettner, let him cover for me. At the same time, I gave my thumbs up to signal to play the first tactic.

I ran to outside the three-point line to Chauncey. Billups does the pick-and-roll, Chauncey. Billups quickly brushed over Chakey. Atkins, from behind me to the inside, I quickly moved laterally to a 45-degree angle outside the three-point line.

The basketball flew over and I got the basketball, but that Chucky. Atkins jumped to his feet and slapped my right hand hard in the face.

I seemed a little scared, my hand involuntarily raised a little higher, I knew it was broken, and this time the three points were going to be gone. I caught a glimpse of Richard in the air. Hamilton slipped from the bottom line to the paint area, and Ben. Wallace is being Chauncey. Billups attracts attention while defending his Jerry. Stackhouse was lunging at me.

Richard. Hamilton is vacant.

I bullied Chucky. Atkins was short, stunned, and threw the basketball straight out. Richard. Hamilton received the basketball again, and this time he didn't waste the opportunity to face Ben. Wallace's supplemental defense, a stop, half turned, and threw the basketball!

Ball in!

Richard. Hamilton was so excited that he ran to the backfield shouting, but he was greeted by boos from the crowd.

The basketball kept tossing and turning in the hands of the Detroit Pistons players, and I held Ben tightly in my arms. Wallace, reducing his chances of scrambling for rebounds in the frontcourt while keeping an eye on Clifford. Robinson, always ready to help defend him.

Jerry. Stackhouse received the basketball again, and he forced Richard Richard to get a basketball. Hamilton, despite Hamilton's constant interference, Stackhouse still burst to the edge of the paint field.

I put Ben on one shoulder. Wallace shouldered it to the side, then jumped high and placed his hand firmly on Stark House's head.

The basketball was about to be shot and it didn't, and with a flick of his fingers, the basketball flew high and swiped over the tips of my fingers. I turned around and tried to take off the basketball, but I was carrying Ben to the side. Wallace has more of an advantage.

Basketball was taken by Ben. Wallace got that I was going to defend Ben. Wallace's vigorous dunk, but he didn't expect to have passed the basketball in his hand to the outside. A three-pointer from beyond the three-point line at Atkins!

Basketball goes to the net!

The Wizards are obviously not comfortable with the Pistons' offense, and the Pistons seem to have studied the Wizards' offense very thoroughly, plus the Wizards' shooters are not very good, and the score is slowly pulled away.

27:15

At the end, the Wizards trailed by 12 points.

The team has to make a change!

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