Daktronics. Did Mirisic understand Bill? Ranbir's insult doesn't matter anymore, it's Dakko that matters. Mirisic entered the Beal. Ranbill's sparring team.

Of course I don't think into Bill. How important is Ranbier's sparring team, after all, this is just a sparring partner. Milicic's individual strength didn't help much, because it was a training session specifically designed for my passing, which didn't really help him much, if anything, at most it helped him integrate into a new group quickly.

Daktronics. Mirisic's translator arrived on the morning of the third day, a 3o year old named Luis. Garcia guy, I don't understand him and Darko. Mirisic muttered something about the conversation, but his native New York accent showed that his English was very good, and I even thought he was American at one point, but it was clear that he wasn't, he was from the Dakos. Mirisic's hometown - the former Yugoslavia.

Daktronics. Mirisic didn't attend the morning training, he led his interpreter on a tour of my tulip estate. But he sued me, Bill. Ranbir had already promised him to attend the afternoon training......

In the afternoon, I arrived at the training court early as usual, and I kept practicing the small hook under the basket on the court. Although said Bill. Ranbir thinks that my hook training can only play a role in the icing on the cake for me now, but it is also positive energy in a small way, and at the critical moment, maybe just such a little positive energy can completely tilt the scale of victory.

Time passed slowly, and at 2 o'clock, the people in the arena gradually increased. Okafor, Ben. Gordon and others also came 6 times on a roll, and Darko. Mirisic also showed up on the basketball court with his interpreter.

Daktronics. After a few words with his interpreter, Mirisic pushed a basketball cart to the basket where I practiced hooking, and when he saw that I had just hooked the basketball in my hand to the basket, he picked up a basketball from the basketball cart and threw it at me.

I didn't speak, just strained my waist and half-turned. Holding the ball in his right hand, he lifted it up, and when the basketball reached the top of his head, he used a slight force to swoop the basketball towards the basket.

I turned my head to look at the fiery red elf. Now it's getting into the basket. Rubbing against the white net. I've been practicing hooking for days, and although I score goals from time to time, it's rare that the ball has been so comfortable in the past few days.

I turned my head towards Darko. Mirisic smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Daktronics. Mirisic had a smile on his face. In his Yugoslav voice, he replied: "I am the one who should say thank you!" ”

I smiled, word by word, and asked, "How's the translation?" There is no difficulty in communicating! ”

Daktronics. Mirisic scratched his head, thought for a long time, and then understood what I meant, and then said with an embarrassed face: "It's okay! I didn't have any problems communicating with him......"

Daktronics. Mirisic was about to continue. I heard an extremely shrill whistle from the sidelines. He was followed by Bill. Ranbir's gruff voice: "Boys! Assembled! ”

I'm heading towards the Daktronics. Mirisic shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands out, signaled that this had nothing to do with him, and walked briskly to the sideline with him.

Bill. Ranbir looked at the dozen or so players standing in front of him with murderous eyes, and all of them tried their best to straighten their chests, with a stern face, looking at Bill extremely seriously. Ranbill, these days they can be Bill. Ranbir scolded miserably. Although this guy will no longer go on the court to destroy the opponent in person, his swear words are definitely no worse than killing the opponent in person. In Bill. Ranbier's scolding. No one dared to drop the chain in training.

Bill. Ranbir finished his rounds of his territory and set his sights on the last man, Darko. Mirisic looked at it for five seconds, then nodded slightly, and then said slowly:

"We have one more person on our training roster today. The list of this year's draft! Dakota from Yugoslavia. Mirisic. ”

"Daktronics. Milicic has been here for a few days now, and although he didn't attend our training because the interpreter didn't arrive in time, I'm sure you're already familiar with him in private. I won't repeat it here! ”

Bill. Ranbir swept his sharp eyes over the players standing in front of him. After a slight pause, he said: "Today we are still training on the passing in Kwame's half-court attack!" But today we're going to split the group again. ”

"Kwame. Brown, Darko. Mirisic, Sean. Livingston, Kevin. Martin, Kerry. Du Hong, German Wen. Harris as a group, for the attacker. I am the coach. ”

"Emeka. Okafor, Charlie. Villanueva, Rohr. Deng, Andre. Iguodala, Ben. Gordon, Chris. Humphries is a group for the defender and the coach is Christian. Lightner. ”

"Al. Jefferson as a referee ......"

Bill. Ranbill's arrangement Darko. Milicic and I were involved in the attack as a group, which was not a surprise to me, after all, Darko . Mirisic will be on the Wizards' roster with me in the new season. Ranbir doesn't think he's going to be a superstar, but we're still going to fight together, and starting to develop our synergy now might help us in our prospects for the new season.

The two groups were separated, Christian. Lettner took the other group to the other side of the court, and Bill. Ranbir had the six of us gather in a circle and make the final arrangements.

"Our tactics are still Kwame standing on both sides of the top of the arc to receive the ball, after Kwame receives the ball, Darko, you have to pay attention to the run, if you are here, you have to run here, if you are here, you run here, as far as possible to empty the inside line."

"Kevin, look at Kwamei's gestures, according to Kwamei's gestures, you have to strictly follow the established tactics and pay attention to your own ......"

"Sean, you too, look at Kwamei's gestures and run according to our established tactics......"

"Chris, do you remember your duties? Give the ball to Kwame and then you're going to give Kevin and Shaun to block the defenders, understand? ”

"Kwamei, watch where your teammates are. Calculate their position carefully, and don't always be a little bit worse than you did in the morning......"

Bill. Ranbir kept reminding me of what to pay attention to, but I was a little surprised that he didn't use foul language when he laid out his tactics today, considering that a gentleman like him had a word that started with f almost the entire way of speaking the other day. I doubt that he secretly ran to a nightclub in Washington last night and drained the essence of n hot beauties......

The set-up ended quickly. I'm leading the Daktronics. Milicic, Sean. Livingston, Kevin. Martin, Chris. Dujon stepped onto the court. Christian. Leitner also lined up for his favorite half-court offense.

Center: Emeka. Okafor,

Power Forward: Charlie. Villanueva,

Small forward: Rohr. Deng

Shooting Guard: Andre. Iguodala

Point Guard: Ben. Gordon.

Attacking and defending in the half, and my side was always on the attacking side, but in the countless attempts in the previous days, most of them ended in the defeat of my side and the ball was in my hands. I always have some inexplicable mistakes, and in the process of passing the ball without looking at people, I always can't find the right person to pass the ball, either the pass is big or the pass is short.

But that doesn't make me feel any reluctance to this kind of boring training. I still carefully recall all the information of my temporary teammates and my temporary opponents, their degrees, their habits, and present them in my mind one by one, and I still hope to be able to really do Bill in the next attack. The kind of passing that Ranbier said doesn't look at people, although there is little hope, but I still expect a miracle.

Daktronics. Milicic stood on the sideline and tossed the basketball to Chris. Du Hong, and then Xun's inside line kills, trying to grab the position.

Chris. Dujon slowly dribbled the basketball outside the three-point line. Gordon was following leisurely. He knew that his defensive target though was Chris. Dujon, but now he can't stop Chris. Dujon passed the basketball to me and his real task was in Chris. After Duhon passed the basketball to me. At that point, he needed to keep up with Chris. Duhon, cut me off the basketball pass to Chris. Duhon's route. Or put Chris. Du Hong squeezed away from the original set running route.

Chris. Dujon threw out the basketball in his hand, and I easily got the basketball with my back to the basket, and behind me was defending Emeka . Okafor's body suddenly tensed, and his right arm slammed against my waist. The players on the field, who had been a little lazy, suddenly seemed to be a different person at this moment, and everyone's eyes widened and became nervous.

I twisted my neck. I carefully watched the position of my teammates, the position of my opponents, and calculated the strategy and tactics that I should use.

But these players, who have already trained many times tacitly, have already figured out my passing style, and they are firmly attached to my temporary teammates!

Hardly anything is possible......

But this is just almost, under the premise that it is not possible, there is another variable, a variable that has never participated in joint training, and this variable is Daktro. Milicic.

Although the famous "hairless hero" Charlie . Villanueva firmly held his position on the inside and put Darko. Milicic stood behind him, but I believe that Mr. Hairless Hero didn't know the strength of this new leader behind him at all, didn't know his degree, didn't know his range, didn't know his qiē, didn't know his qiē.

That's what I'm able to take advantage of.

I stretched out my left hand and raised my thumb, middle finger, and index finger, three fingers, so that everyone could see my movements, and then I slammed back into Emeka behind me. Okafor, with a tough body, will Emeka. Okafor thrust back half a step, and his body paused for a moment. Then I took advantage of Emeka. Okafor's momentary pause quickly turned, dribbling towards the inside.

I looked up and saw Charlie, who was pestering Charlie on the left side of the paint area. Villanueva and Darko. Milicic and only the hairless man's bare head appeared in my field of vision, and I knew that my tactics seemed to be half the battle, as long as I threw the basketball to the big man who ran to the outside and the big man received the basketball, then this attack might have been successful, and if I could have coherent success, then a miracle would have been born.

Charlie. Villanueva pounced on me, as a defensive end, Bill. Ranbir once gave them two tasks, one was to stop my passing, the other was to stop my direct attack on the basket, and the most important task was to stop my offense.

Charlie. Villaneuve leapt into the air, stretched out his stout arm with a very strange white tinge in the blackness, and slammed it over my head.

I don't remember how many times I've made very, very unreliable passes in such situations, but I still chose to pass the ball this time, even though I believe that if I forced a layup, I would have a better chance of getting the ball offensively.

With a flip of the wrist of his right hand, he gently pushed it diagonally upward, and the basketball in his hand flew high to the diagonal top behind him.

The basketball shot, I couldn't help but jump again, and my heart said: It's fucking high again.

Charlie. Villanueva and Emeka. Okafor smiled when he saw the arc of the basketball throw, and they were almost celebrating my missed miss in advance.

Although I could already predict the outcome, there was already a hint of anticipation in my heart, which made me turn my head to look diagonally behind me.

The basketball was already falling, and even if it did, he was already high above the floor, and the average perimeter player could only sigh with his arms extended.

But today is a little different, today there is a big guy with a height of 213 cm on the outside, the big guy is half a step outside the three-point line, gently put his toes, his left arm is lightly extended, and he takes off the basketball that is likely to fly out of bounds, and then everyone is stunned, he gently makes adjustments, jumps up lightly outside the three-point line, and gently throws the basketball in his hand.

The basketball rubbed against the white net, making a "stabbing" sound,

There was a dumbness on and off the field, and after a long time, Al. The whistle sounded for Jefferson's goal.

Bill. Ranbir stuck out his tongue on the sidelines and licked his lips incessantly, his somewhat puzzled eyes seemed to be a little incredulous, or maybe he had seen the beginning of a miracle......

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