Chapter 170 owes him a champion

Christian. Leitner never played in the playoffs, and while the first half of his basketball career was colorful, the second half of his career was miserable. Leitner wants to have a very good career in the NBA, he's 33 years old, he's coming to the end of his career, and he wants him to win one game in the playoffs and one game on the road. For most stars, their goal is the championship, Christian Brown. Leitner's goal seemed somewhat ridiculous to them, but Christian. That's what Leitner was aiming for!

Christian. Leitner fought hard, and although his injuries kept him by most of the time, the all-powerful Christian in the second game with the Pistons. Leitner is back, just for an away win, just for his good friend Michael. Jordan is not ashamed, just to share the pressure of half of his disciple - me.

Christian. Leitner had scored 24 points in the first three quarters, and his swing caught the Pistons by surprise, they guarded me, they guarded Chauncey. Billups, guarding against Richard. Hamilton, but they didn't stop the eternal king of Duke, Christian. Lightner.

58:54

At the end of the third quarter, the Wizards trailed by four points. Look at Christian. Leitner's bulging chest, listening to his heavy gasps, my heart was intoxicated by him! This is the Duke King! This is the king of Duke who hits ten out of ten and ten hits out of ten.

"Obviously, if the Wizards end up winning this game, Michael. Jordan shouldn't be thankful for Kwame. Brown should be thankful for his former teammate Christian. Leitner, of course, Christian. Leitner is also his private capacity and Juvan. Howard negotiated, which also proved one-sidedly that his vision was a little accurate, but he had always been optimistic about Kwame. Brown has never shown his due strength. Wallace and Clifford. Robinson and the two of them limited him to death, look at his number jù, his count jù so far only 8 points, 9 rebounds, 3 blocks, 4 assists, although it is very comprehensive, but it always gives people the feeling of a blue-collar center, which is really not worthy of Michael. Jordan's praise for him......"

"Kwame. Although Brown played a certain dominance in the regular season, David was still very dominant. Brian is right, his fragile psychological element hinders his exhibition, if you want to become a superstar, only the body, only the technique is absolutely not enough, any superstar must have a big heart, the bigger the scene, the more fierce the game can arouse his conquest**, their nerves in the key game, at the critical moment must be tenacious like the thick rattan of North Carolina, how you cut it can be broken! And Kwame. Brown obviously can't do this, when facing stronger opponents, he only thinks that he is still young, he still has time, and he will definitely surpass him in the future, but he can't always think of surpassing him today......"

Because Michael. Jordan and David. Bryan's bet that the game became an NBA-live game to the world. All the big mouths, all the big commentators are staring at this game. They kept teasing both sides of the bet and kept making fun of my psychology.

But I'm really not the one who cries at every turn, I'm already strong, it's just my opponent Ben. Wallace was a bit of a tough guy to play with, he did everything he could defensively, his power was no worse than mine to push me away from the box, and when I received the ball from beyond the three-point line, there would be a huge palm that slapped me on the arm! They'd rather foul than let me shoot! I'm going crazy.

"Christian, you only have three minutes to rest, we need you in three minutes, do you understand?" Doug. Collins arranged the tactics for the start of the fourth quarter.

"Kwame! We need you to be more dominant, we need you to open up the situation on the inside! You have to beat that Ben on the inside. Wallace, don't think about the three-point shot, you only have one task now, score inside the paint! ”

"Although I don't want to say it, I really want to tell you that the first three quarters of your game are really rubbish!" Doug. Collins commented on my performance in the first three quarters, and then he added, "But I want you to do your best in the fourth quarter!" Don't let people look down on you! You*** were the top pick in last year's draft, and you're Michael. Jordan personally selected, you *** should rush to the basket and put that Ben. Wallace crashes to the ground and then slams in on a violent dunk! ”

"Believe in yourself! You can do it! Look no further! Is it okay to look like a man?! "Doug. Collins was shouting, some angry, some hoarse. I could see that the veins on his temples were bulging, and I knew he was unhappy with my terrible appearance, and he was very angry.

I nodded solemnly and said lightly, "Leave it to me!" ”

"Please!" Christian. Leitner ripped the towel off his head and looked at me expectantly.

I nodded vigorously.

When I stepped on the pitch again, I felt murderous, not only for myself, but also for my teammates, and everyone's eyes were so determined, and everyone's hearts were full of desire to win.

Brandon. Haywood and I partnered on the inside, and I moved to the power forward position, and I partnered with Clifford. The old fellow Robinson was tangled together.

Chauncey. Billups on the dribble, Brandon. Haywood goes beyond the three-point line to Chauncey. Billups does the pick-and-roll. Chauncey. Billups broke through and burst into the spot, and he struck the ball to the ground.

I caught the ball, without any hesitation, half-turned, and headed against Clifford. Robinson just hit the inside!

Clifford. Robinson's strength was obviously small for me. Even though he tried to interfere with me, I still lost a little of his weight with an easy shoulder. He's no longer a threat to me.

I jumped up and faced Ben. Wallace jumped bravely. Holding the ball in both hands, it was held high above his head and smashed like a basket.

I can't think of a better way to score as long as I dare to jump shot, Clifford. Robinson and Ben. Wallace, two people, one main and one pair, absolutely give me a big hat. I can only lead the team forward in the most brutal way.

Than strength! Punch hard! Hands buckled! Don't be afraid of capping!

Root. Wallace jumped high and pressed his left hand on my ball-holding hand to try to stop my attack. But one-handed where is the opponent of both hands, the force of inertia forward makes Ben. Wallace's arm folded back.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Fierce body collisions, extremely violent dunks, made the whole court silent!

"Tick!"

The referee's whistle sounded.

2+1

I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand and walked to the free throw line.

The ball goes in. The score is still 1 point away.

Pistons head coach Rick. Chris shouted from the sidelines: Make him foul! Make him foul! He's already committed four crimes, knock him down!

Yes! I've committed four fouls today, and as a blocker, it's easy to get fouled when you block a block. I was fouled three times by them today when I was on a block, and once when I was playing with Ben. Wallace was whistled for a foul off the ball as he fought for position.

Doug. Collins was yelling, "Don't reach out. Kwame! Be careful not to foul! Don't foul! ”

I kept reminding myself: don't foul, don't stretch your hand!

Jerry. When Stackhouse used a pick-and-roll to break inside, he distributed the ball to Joan at a 45-degree angle. Barry, Joan. Barry got the ball and went inside and crashed into me.

I was firmly in position, I stretched out my arms, I didn't dare to move, as long as I did, I believe, it must be a foul.

Brandon. Heywood ran over and jumped high above me and slapped Joan. Barry's arm slapped down.

Joan. Barry bumped into me, and I fell backwards in an attempt to make an offensive foul.

Brandon. Heywood slapped Joan. Barry's arm.

"Tick!"

The referee blew the whistle and Brandon. Without waiting for the referee to say anything, Heywood raised his arm high and said he had committed a foul!

The referee laughed and pointed at Joan. Barry says he's foul on offense!

Brandon. Heywood smiled.

"Thank you!" I'm interested in Brandon. Heywood said, I know he just ran over and slammed Joan. Barry's slap was to foul me instead!

"You're welcome!" Brandon. Heywood replied softly.

The game was scorching, and the Pistons tried hard to make me foul, and Brandon. Heywood exonerated me.

I took the ball again, still with my power to push Clifford. Robinson shouldered it to the side.

Complement the defense of the Ben. Wallace's eyes turned red when he saw that I had won repeatedly, and his palms were like those of Dennis. What Rodman said went straight to my eye.

No one is not afraid of death, no one is not afraid of eye injuries. In that moment I admitted that I was scared, and I tilted my head and dodged Ben. Wallace's fingers twisted his waist to try to get away from Ben. Wallace breaks through on one side.

Touch!

I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man in front of me, Jerry. Stark House, I'm stupid!

The referee blew the whistle! I fouled five times! I need to take a break and just wait for the final decisive moment!

Christian. Leitner was back in the field, but he was too tired to do anything for the first three quarters.

I watched the team slowly pull away from the bench like that, and my heart was filled with endless pain!

I owe Christian. Leitner has a championship, I swear, I will win a championship for him!

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