I focused all my energy on the field and I pressed Kenyon tightly with my left forearm. Martin's back, preventing him from turning, and his eyes drifted to Jason from time to time, who was slowly dribbling outside the three-point line. Kidd is always keeping an eye on the next move of the Nets' motivations...

Michael. Jordan didn't say what he meant by those words, whether those words were really from his heart, but now I have to prove one thing: I am a responsible man, I am a real team boss, and I will not hesitate to stand up and lead the team to victory when the team needs me.

Jason. Kidd faked the true biography and shook off Chauncey. Billups, flicking the ball to Richard, who ran to the bottom corner. Jefferson, Richard. Jefferson shakes off Caron with a feint. Butler's defense rushed directly to the bottom corner and rushed inside.

Brandon. Heywood stepped out of the reasonable collision zone and stretched out his arms to block Richard. Jefferson's way. Let him only choose to pass the ball or go hard.

Richard. Jefferson opted for a pass, and with three seconds left on the offensive clock, Richard. Jefferson made the basketball to the perimeter.

Carey. Kittels received the basketball in Michael. Jordan turned his attention to Richard who broke through. Jefferson jumped high and met Michael. Jordan rushed to defend and threw the fiery red elf from beyond the three-point line.

"Rebound!" Carey. Kittels was shouting loudly after his shot, as if he had a premonition that the shot might end in a miss.

I quickly bumped into Kenyon. Martin. Knocked this 2ooo draft champion to the side. One foot into the paint area and with a wide back Kenyon. Martin got in the way, and Brandon. Heywood will replace Jason. Collins plays Nets center Aaron Brown. Williams was caught in the middle, arms outstretched, ready to scramble for the rebound.

The basketball slammed into the rim of the basket with a loud bang and then fell straight out of the paint area, just before Brandon and I landed. In the middle of Heywood, it's just where neither of us can reach it.

A figure in a Nets jersey is on the pitch, and the basketball seems to be about to fall into his hands. Once the basketball is in his hands, he will be able to face the basket directly, jump calmly, and shoot the basket calmly.

I twisted my body hard. Kicking the floor with both feet, his body rubbed towards the falling fiery red elf, trying to snatch the rebound, or at worst, destroy the opponent to grab the rebound.

The outstretched right hand was infinitely close to the basketball, and the netting player who flew in was infinitely closer to the fiery red elf. When the Nets player received the basketball, I slapped my right palm on the basketball as well.

The basketball flew and my whole body fell flat to the floor. When my body came into close contact with the floor, my whole body shook and ached, followed by a tingling.

Basketball was Chauncey. Billups got that he held the basketball firmly in his left hand. Looking up at me, his right hand was about to make a pause gesture.

"Attack!" Lying on the ground, I shouted loudly, reminding Chauncey. What Billups needs to do now.

Chauncey. Billups finally understood what I was saying before he could finish the pause gesture with his right hand, and he threw the basketball into the front court and took it in stride.

Just after a few minutes of rest after the end of the first quarter, Michael. Jordan had recovered part of his body and he was running on the other side of the fly, trying to talk to Chauncey. Billups comes with a double ghost knocking on the door.

But, unfortunately. The Nets have studied the Wizards' fast break very thoroughly, and after four big games, there are no secrets between the two teams. Kidd got tangled up in Chauncey. Billups, Richard. Jefferson pestered Michael. Jordan. Carey. Kittels wrapped up Caron as he followed. Butler, the Wizards' three outside generals, has been firmly targeted.

There is some numbness in the body. It hurts a little! For me, but none of that matters, what matters is that the Wizards can win this game, and the most important thing is Michael. Jordan would be proud to have chosen me as the champion.

Yes! I hope Michael. Jordan would be proud to have chosen me as the champion. I'm not a saint, I don't understand the phrase "go your own way, let others say go!" I only hope that those who are hopeful for me will not regret it, and I can make everyone who is good to me proud of me. I'm just a simple person.

I struggled to get up, my body was a little uncomfortable, but I still limped to the frontcourt, fortunately, by the time I took the third step, the numbness in my body had disappeared a lot, and by the time I crossed the halfway, I was fully in shape, and I didn't feel any paralysis or pain.

The Wizards' fast-break trio Chauncey. Billups, Michael. Jordan, Cuarón. Butler was completely caught up in the stalk, but when I was standing outside the three-point line, there was no one around me, and no one would have thought that a guy who had fallen to the ground would be so quick to get back into the fight.

"Give it to me!" I shouted, and my shout made all six players on both sides of the front court look surprised for a moment.

Chauncey. Billups and I have been working with me for a season and a half, and we've been through a lot together in that one-and-a-half-season, and even though there was a brief moment of distraction, he still got the basketball over at the first time.

"Don't think!" My nearest Nets small forward, Richard. Jefferson was shouting loudly, and as he shouted, he flew over and stretched out his right hand and plunged straight into my eyes, as if trying to gouge out my eyeballs the next moment.

I jumped up hard, leaned back hard, held my waist hard, let myself stay in the air longer, and waited for Richard with a basketball in both hands. Jefferson's hand reaching out to my eyes slowly fell.

Heart. There has never been such silence.

Person. Never been so patient.

Richard. Jefferson's body was slowly falling, and he could already see the position of the basket with his eyes wide open, and in the midst of countless people's boos, I pushed my waist hard again, allowing the strength of my waist to be transmitted to my arm, driving my wrist to push gently.

Basketball shot!

The basketball crossed a perfect arc and fell into the hoop, causing the white basketball net to ripple.

My feet hit the ground, but because of the large amount of leaning back, I couldn't control my body at all, and I could only land on my buttocks. Gliding on the floor. I looked at Michael as I skated. Jordan, at this moment I want to get Michael like a little kid. Jordan's affirmation, hoping he would look up at me with a charming smile. Say a compliment such as "well done" in your mouth.

However, my hopes were disappointed!

Michael. The moment Jordan fell into the net, he turned around and ran to the backcourt, without even looking at me, his stern expression and cold eyes didn't seem to care about my existence at all.

I got up from the floor and ran back to Chauncey. Billups gave a high-five, but the celebration made me feel a little bitter.

Jason. Kidd dribbled the ball past half court, Chauncey. Billups immediately pressed up, but this time Jason. Kidd did not go back with Chauncey. Billups has a one-on-one. He passed the basketball directly to Carey, who came to pick it up. In the hands of Kittels, Carey. After receiving the ball, Kittels kicked the floor with both legs, using his starting power to try to get a kick-off from Michael. Jordan's side forced his way inside.

But it's clear that the senile Michael. Jordan has enough experience that he just squeezed hard with his body and made Kyrie . Kittels' plan was completely frustrated.

Carey's plan fell through. Kittels didn't let the basketball stay in his hands for too long, and he hit the ground with a blow. Passed the basketball to Richard. Jefferson.

Richard. Jefferson didn't pause and threw the basketball directly at Jason, who was outside the three-point line. Kidd's hands.

The Nets passed the ball through Guò, which had completely pulled the Wizards' defense away, and was originally firmly glued to Jason. Chauncy on Kidd. Billups was unexpectedly killed by Jason at this moment. Kidd shook off half of his body, and that half of his body was fatal. Jason. Kidd took the ball and went straight inside the three-point line, one step inside the three-point line. Facing Caron, who came to make up for it. Butler jumped high and threw the basketball in his hand.

The basketball shot wasn't pretty, but the ball was critical enough. The Wizards just stretched the score to 11 points. Kidd immediately narrowed the score to less than 1o points.

"Do you know what a superstar is? This is a superstar, who can bravely stand up and carry the team forward at the most critical moment! "Michael. Jordan suddenly appeared beside me, said to me with a blank face, and after saying that, walked straight to the front court, ignoring me.

Some embarrassment, some feeling of being taught a lesson. There was also a slight discomfort in my heart, but Michael. Every word Jordan said seemed to be correct, beyond question.

I looked up and gave Jason a hard look. Kidd's back, and then at Michael, who was hurrying to the front. Jordan, I clenched my fists and ran briskly to the frontcourt.

Chauncey. Billups was slowly dribbling the basketball as I opened my arms to bring Kenyon to the basketball. Martin was in the driver's seat, and when he saw that the others around me were a little farther away, I reached for the ball.

The ball is coming!

Chauncey. Billups' passing is still as unpretentious, but his passing is definitely very comfortable.

I didn't turn around, I bent down hard and hit Kenyon behind me hard with my fat ass. Martin, with my strength will be the champion of the 2ooo year show Kenyon. Mr. Martin took a hard step back, and then I took a step back and stuck to Kenyon. Martin, keep banging Kenyon with my fat buttocks. Mr. Martin.

Kenyon. Martin was no match for me at all in terms of strength, and he took a step back again, and when I stepped back again and stuck to Kenyon. By the time Martin arrived, I was already standing in the paint zone.

Aron. Williams had come from behind, but he was stopped by my broad arms, and he couldn't pinch me effectively.

Richard. Jefferson also ran in front of me. He stretched out his sinful right hand. I want to make a really nice tackle when I dribble again.

Doug. Collins said I lacked the domineering spirit of no one else, Michael. Jordan said I'm not a boss fodder. At this moment, I suddenly had the idea of being the boss for a time and letting my domineering spirit go out.

I caught the basketball that bounced off the floor with both hands, placed it firmly under my lower abdomen, and in the middle of the three-man sandwich, I lifted my right foot with my left foot, twisted my body, and faced the basket. Of course, I was also facing the Nets' backup center Aaron. Williams.

I clamped the basketball tightly with both hands and kicked the floor with both feet, allowing my body to rise from the ground with strict friction in all three directions.

One hand slapped top of the basketball I held firmly in both hands, and the other slapped my left forearm. One hand was still groping around my waist.

But at this moment, I had forgotten about it, and there was only one thing left in my mind, and that was to smash this basketball into the hoop on the heads of these three people.

"Boom!"

I hung above the basket, Aron. Williams was knocked to the ground by me, Richard. Jefferson was looking at me in amazement with his hands held high, Kenyon. Martin frowned, grinned, and clutched his stomach with his hands in a pained expression. It was this guy who was just touching my waist, and I curled up my knee after jumping and gave him a hard blow.

I looked at Michael again. Jordan, the god-like fellow, also stared blankly at me hanging from the basket, as if he also felt the wonder of my current appearance, but soon a smile of appreciation appeared on his face.

I laughed, let go of my hand, and jumped off the basket.

Mr. Referee blew the whistle slowly, and he pointed at Aaron. Williams made a defensive foul gesture because he was already standing within the white line of the reasonable collision zone.

I stepped up to the free throw line and whapped my right hand on my left forearm. Let that numbness go away a little faster, but obviously, it's a bit of a fantasy.

The basketball is thrown, and the ball is affected by the left forearm, and the basketball smashes into the basket. But Brandon. Haywood grabbed a very good spot under the basket and was a very good backup center. At this moment, his potential was vividly displayed, and he carried Kenyon alone. Martin and Aron. Williams stretched out his long arms and slammed them on the flying basketball.

The basketball flew out and flew to the outside, Chauncey. Billups caught one and took the basketball down steadily.

Old fritter Jason. Kidd in Chauncey. Billups was in the right place just as he was about to break through, and he stopped Chauncey. Billups in front of him to Chauncey. Billups's wishful thinking was completely frustrated. There was chaos in the penalty area once Chauncey. With Billups on the ball a little longer, the Nets will be able to sort out the mess and reorganize their defense. As a veteran point guard, Chauncey. Billups didn't hesitate as he passed the basketball to me near the free throw line.

Kenyon. Martin and Aron. Williams was still in the paint, there was no one in front of me, and I could have promised that I would have been able to shoot this basketball under normal circumstances, but I didn't dare to say it now because my left forearm was still numb. At this time, I was most sure of a slam dunk, but there were too many people piled up under the basket at this time.

I moved! I moved bravely! After a series of muscle collisions, after smashing the sinful hand that only reached out to the basketball in my arms, I magically appeared above the basket and poured the basketball into the basket again.

There was silence in the arena, there was no sound for 3 seconds, and everyone was staring blankly at me hanging from the basket.

But three seconds later, there was a flood of boos.

Dennis. Rodman said that boos are the best compliment to you. There was a lot of booing this time, and I think this praise will be very good......

In the midst of a boo, I let go of my hand hanging from the basket, landed on both feet, turned my head and prepared to run to the backcourt, ready to organize the defense, but at this moment, the referee blew that wonderful whistle, and he pointed at Kenyon. Martin signaled that he had fouled just now, and the 2ooo champion reluctantly raised his hand.

"Kwame! Well done! Very good! Very, very good! A deep voice suddenly rang out from the bench.

I turned my head to see a shirtless, tattooed, sleek head with a map on top of his head, clasped his hands in front of his chest, shouting at me.

It's Dennis. Rodman!

Dennis. Rodman played four minutes into the second quarter and appeared on the Wizards' bench, telling us in his deep voice that he was in perfect shape and that he couldn't wait to play!

Nets head coach Byron Brown. Scott called a timeout, in the game just now, I was in a no-man's land on the inside, completely messing up the entire interior defense of the Nets, he had to rearrange the defense, otherwise, the Nets' interior line is likely to be blown up by me.

I walked off the pitch and Dennis. Rodman walked straight up to me and hugged me, and the man full of enigma kept saying, "Kwame! I'm your fan! You've really done a great job! ”

After the paint area was full of muscular men, I didn't know if there was anyone who dared to attack on the inside, maybe Wilt. Chamberlain dared, but I didn't see him play, and when I walked out of the locker room I saw Kwame. When Brown faced the opponent and the man was pinch into that powerful sink, my heart was full of joy, and I felt that he was finally brave! When I sat down on the bench and saw him buy two steps from the free-throw line and go inside full of muscular men and hold the basketball high, I realized that he was far braver than I had imagined, and I was conquered by his bravery because I was as brave as he was.

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