The race changed course in an unexpected moment. The Wizards no longer gave the Sound any chances, and the score began to get bigger and bigger. By the end of the third quarter, the Wizards had a 19-point lead. Just three minutes into the fourth quarter, the margin had widened to 23 points. The game began to go into garbage time.

"Kwamei, after you go up, you have a chance to play low-post singles, understand?" Doug Collins says[.]

"Be confident! It's okay to make mistakes! We're already ahead by a big score! Christian Leitner said

"Don't be afraid! Follow what you've trained before! Michael Jordan said

Garbage time, but not my garbage time, Doug Collins put me on the court again, but this time I was the main attacker, and the whole team had to pull away and let me go to the low post alone. Doug Collins is ready to develop my low-post ability in practice.

The Wizards' lineup became: me, Jaehdi White, Hubert Davis, Courtney Alexander, Chris Whitney.

The Voices are pure substitutes: Olumid Odeje, Vladimir Radmanovic, Randy Livingston, Earl Watson. It was clear that the Tone team had given up on the game.

I leaned my back against Olumid Odeje, squeezed his position hard, and stretched out my arms to ask Chris Whitney. Chris Whitney a high hanging! The ball landed in my hand and I turned my body to the left with the tip of my left foot as the axis.

Olumid Odeje reacted quickly, moving his feet quickly to try to stop my attack. I rotated back again on the tip of my left foot. I could clearly feel him at the point of contact, and Olumid Odejie's center of gravity shifted back, not only back, but also to the other side, and he tried to stop me from attacking from the other side.

I wasn't going to do what he wanted, I turned left again, Olumid Odeje was completely out of position, I slapped the basketball hard, I took a big stride, and I went into the paint zone. I jumped up and settled the fight with a dunk.

This time in the low singles, I gave myself a 9. I feel like I'm pretty much doing what I do, whether it's catching or turning. I was so excited that I curled up my arms and showed off my biceps to the audience. There was boos from the audience. It's away! No way. Although I feel like my biceps are beautiful! Very manly! Very man!

The substitutes were desperate. While this is garbage time for many, it's a moment for these substitutes. As long as they can perform well in these times, they will be corrected, they will be given big contracts, and they will even think about championships. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. The substitutes are no exception.

The Tone team was hit by a mid-range shot by Vladimir Radmanovic. Vladimir Radmanovic, born in 198o, this year's rookie, is in the same grade as me, is a Serbian black who has not yet disintegrated, his physical condition is not as good as mine, but his technique is absolutely nothing to say, and the soft touch makes people full of envy, jealousy and hatred, these are the characteristics of European players.

Once again, I singled Olumid Odeje with my back, almost in the same position, and I spun around on the tip of my left foot, almost stunting Olumid Odejie, and then finished the round with an easy mid-range shot.

Today should be my lucky day. I kept pushing on the stage that Michael Jordan provided, and even Elvin Hayes on the podium was shouting at Kwame Brown for progress.

I was constantly tormenting Olumid Odeje on the inside, hitting him three times in a row with a basketball on the head. I was so happy and filled with joy in my heart. I didn't waste any effort, but with my feet I was able to easily shake past Olumid Odejay and break through the opposition's defense with ease. My heart was filled with joy, and I put my right hand to my ear and listened to the boos coming from the stands. But the boos sounded so uplifting to me.

The head coach called a timeout. Although it was garbage time, he clearly didn't want to lose too miserably.

I wiped my sweat with a towel and drank a few large sips of water handed by Bobby Simmons, but I didn't feel thirsty when I was running around the court, and when I paused, I felt that I was really thirsty.

"After the pause, the sound will definitely strengthen Kwamei's defense, Kwamei pay attention to passing the ball to the outside, to achieve a combination of inside and outside, don't blindly play alone, understand?" Doug Collins was constantly analyzing the other party's tricks and telling me what to do.

"When you make a move, you should pay attention to using your own strength appropriately, and hit it first, so that you can better deceive the other party......" Steve Kate kept reminding me of the essentials of the move.

Standing on the court again, I am still full of confidence, I can't say that I played the three balls perfectly, but it was definitely very beautiful, completely using my feet, not using power, if I had used power, I believe I would have done better. I believe that I will have a more beautiful attack in the next games! I clenched my fists! I firmly believe I can do it.

There were no substitutions for the sound team, and they were still a group of substitutes on the field.

I put my back on Olumid Odejay and pushed him hard to the basket, deep into the basket. Chris Whitney jumped at the chance and hoisted the ball to me. I snuggled up to Odeje with the back half of my left shoulder, held the ball in both hands, slammed it back hard, and then quickly turned to the left with the tip of my left foot.

Odjie's body was pushed back by my strength, but he quickly adjusted, the center of gravity shifted, blocking my forward breakthrough, I quickly turned to the right again, I could obviously feel that Odjie did not move again, I turned 36o degrees, raised my arm, I was ready to end this attack with a mid-range shot.

I turned around and faced the basket, but I couldn't do it. A green figure was clinging to me, so close that I couldn't make the right move.

It's Vladimir Radmanovich! The moment I turned back, he crept over and pressed me tightly with his body without a sound.

Whether it's in training or in a game, it's the first time I've had two people defend me in the low post. Vladimir Radmanovich leaned forward and clung to me, I couldn't make the right movement at all, my weight was on my left foot, I couldn't use my strength to break through a gap, my right foot couldn't find a suitable fulcrum, I fell behind me unconsciously, and then my left foot was raised......

"Tick!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and the ball was exchanged for a violation.

The Sound team attacked the frontcourt, and Randy Livingston scored two points on the inside.

Chris Whitney put the ball in my hands again. Once again, I took advantage of the low singles. Bumping, then turning left, then 36o degrees to the right, Radmanovic was in the right position again, and I turned to the left again, but Olumid Odeje stood in my way, motionless.

The ball was lost, and the basketball was stolen by Shamond Williams in the middle of the spin.

I stood in the paint, with my hands on my hips, watching Radmanovich's layup, quietly, without thinking about anything, just watching, and the scene of Steve Kate's teachings flashed before my eyes: the center should not hold the ball for too long......

Wizards, substitution, I was substituted! Doug Collins was afraid that my self-confidence would be devastated.

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