Chapter 247: Uncle

The New York Knicks' lineup on paper is really good, and mid-range king Alan Houston is in his prime. Sprewell is still making a steady contribution. Inside line of Kurt. Thomas's number has also reached a double-double per game, showing his strength, plus Antonio, who was traded from the Nuggets. McDyce is also a top power forward, in addition to point guard Howard. Except for Ellis, who is a little weaker, everyone else is a player who is known in the NBA.

But unfortunately their big forward Antonio. McDies was injured again after just 1o games this season, which made the Knicks not only lose an interior offensive point, but also had a big hole in the interior defense. Cheney was a bit of a poor conductor, and his record was generally a foregone conclusion.

Wizards: Me, Carlos. Boozer, Caron. Butler, Richard. Hamilton, Chauncey. Billups

Knicks: Kate. Thomas, O'Cella. Harrington, Ratrier. Sprewell, Alain. Houston, Howard. Ellis

Chauncey. Billups said that this game cannot be lost, for my happiness and for Ivanka. Trump made a good impression. Ivanka. Trump turned out to be a reason why the Wizards won this game.

I sneaked a sneak peek at Ivanka. Trump, now he's sitting in Spike. Lee's side, with Spike. Lee had a cordial conversation.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples vigorously with the palms of both hands, trying to divert my energy to the game.

Step onto the middle circle and talk to Coat. Thomas came together for the first possession of the ball after the opening period. Obviously, Cotter. Thomas was self-aware, his relatively ordinary bounce was a bit out of his hands, and after the referee threw the basketball, he just symbolically stretched out his hand and ran back.

Chauncey. Billups slowly dribbled the basketball and slowly looked for opportunities on the outside. Hamilton and Caron. Butler was constantly roaming the perimeter, tugging at the opposing defense.

Chauncey. Billups gestured to let the first ball go to me and let the rest of the people immediately disperse in all directions, and soon the basket was Cott. Thomas and I are the two of us, Otera, the closest to me. Harrington is also 2 steps away from me, and Carlos. Boozer was still interfering with him.

Chauncey. Billups is going to give me a chance to shine and he wants me to be in Ivanka. Trump has a good table in front of him, although mine has always been better.

The ball was in my hand. Kurt. Thomas stood firm behind me, his forearms against my waist, cautiously defending my soaring superstar.

Although I'm not for Ivanka. Trump, but I'm not going to waste the kindness of my teammates.

I half-turned to look at the stern-looking Kurt. Thomas smiled and said, "Uncle! Don't be nervous! ”

Trash talk!

Kurt. Although Thomas was born in 1972 and is a little older, he was a little surprised that someone like me, who was born in 1982, called him uncle.

I took a sideways step and pulled away with Kert. Thomas's distance, followed by a step to cut into the penalty area.

Jump high, hold the ball in your left hand, and put the basketball in the hoop!

Not a slam dunk! It's just a very unsightly basket. There was boos in the arena, but it was enough!

I ran back, talking to Richard along the way. Hamilton, Caron. Butler clapped his hands one by one in celebration and passed Chauncey. Billups was around when Chauncey. Billups complained in a low voice: "You kid, you usually dunk very crazy, why don't you dunk today, your table just now is too inferior." ”

I didn't know how to answer, I just smiled and said, "Keep in shape and try to get a big score!" ”

"If you have ambition, I'll give you more passes in a while! You're guaranteed to break your scoring record today! "Chauncey. Billups thought he knew what I was thinking and decided to make my dream come true.

Oh, yes! In front of the beauty, how many people can not strive to be the first.

Kurt. Thomas showed off his brilliant footwork in front of me, as if he thought I was really a rookie of rookies. But he couldn't throw me back and forth in and out of the paint zone, and my turnaround and my running ability were much better than he thought.

CIC Wang Alain. Houston takes advantage of Ratril. Sprewell's cover, flung Richard. Hamilton's defense, with his extremely standard posture, shot a two-point shot from the three-point line. The Detroit shooter, who spent three years developing, showed his ability to shoot from mid-to-long range.

The New York team quickly returned to defense, and the Wizards could only play positional battles. Billups clearly knew where the Knicks' weaknesses were, and as soon as he saw me fight for position, he immediately dropped the ball to me.

I caught the basketball and was ready to turn around, but Otera. Harrington took a sliding step and sandwiched over with him and Kurt. Thomas clung to the left and the right.

I couldn't make a move properly, and if I forced an attack, I could only get an offensive foul.

Although my offensive skills still need to be improved, the big hook, small hook and other center skills have not yet been learned, but I am known as the "Sabonis second" center, I have a much higher basketball IQ than others, I have the wisdom inherited from the world's smartest race - Chinese, I know how to use my strengths to deal with the weaknesses of opponents.

I took a sideways step, leaning and twisting my body away from Otera. Harrington passed the basketball out under his left armpit.

Carlos. Boozer received the basketball, and after taking the ball, he took a step forward, jumped high, and put the basketball into the basket with ease.

Carlos. Boozer grinned innocently. He seemed to be very satisfied with what he had just done, and he seemed to feel that he was in just the right state.

"Well done! Carlos! "I complimented the future All-Star, who is still a rookie.

"Huh!" Carlos. Boozer responded to my compliment with a smile.

Without the support of the inside, shooting only on the outside can't shoot people at all, but occasional madness is still possible, madman Ratril. Sprewell takes advantage of Otera. Harrington's pick-and-roll from Carlos. Boozer & Otera. After the gap between Harrington was squeezed, a stop-and-go shot shot out of the basketball.

The basketball went straight into the hoop.

In the first two offenses, both teams scored, but the Wizards attacked from the inside, while the Knicks attacked from the outside.

Don Cheney kept gesturing and adjusting his tactics on the sidelines, and although he really didn't have anything to show for himself as a manager, he still knew some basic things.

When I got the ball again in the inside position, O'Cella. Harrington was more adamant in his grip on me, and this time he blocked my pass to Carlos. Boozer's route.

Doncheney seemed to have some tactics against each other and restrained me and Carlos. Boozer's move, but he also obviously got one thing wrong, and that is that the Wizards are not only good on the inside, but also on the outside. Hamilton's mid-range shooting is no worse than that of Alan Houston. Butler's breakthrough is not inferior to that of the madman Latrier. Spreville, and they're younger, they're more energetic.

I hoisted the basketball high in the middle and stuck it high on Culon. Butler caught the basketball in the air and slammed the basket hard.

A beautiful aerial relay detonated the atmosphere of the audience, although it was in Madison, there was a lot of boos, but the crowd here did not hesitate to give applause to the players who had a good performance.

Doug. Collins turned his hands out on the sidelines and pushed hard outward, signaling to stretch the line out, to put pressure on the opponent's two arrowheads and not to let them shoot from the outside.

"Carlos, after the opponent bursts in, you defend that piece, and leave the rest to me, be careful not to foul!" I carefully told Carlos. Boozer, give him a small spot at the top of the box for him to defend, and I'll do the rest.

There's no way, Carlos. Boozer's lateral movement is really a bit of a problem, and one-on-one is not a problem at all, but this kind of thing really can't bother his old man.

Richard. Hamilton defended Alain, who was not good at breaking through. Houston, but the rookie Caron. Butler obviously can't guard against the old fritters Ratrier. Spreville, the madman with an extremely perverted body after continuous disguise, directly took Cuarón. Butler didn't know what was going on.

The madman came from a 45-degree angle, although his movements were a little chic and elegant, but with his respectful face, it was really a bit ghostly, but as a bell ringer, Quasimodo, I was used to seeing too many scenes.

I got stuck under the basket and waited patiently for Sprewell to make the final move, stop to shoot, or run to the basket and humiliate me in front of me.

Sprewell, who was running wildly, made a sharp stop, leaned back slightly, raised his hand and shot the basketball in his hand, he chose the safest offense, and did not go to the basket to taste the hot pot I made.

But I decided to deliver to my door, and I took a step forward, jumped high, stretched out my right hand, and slapped the basketball that had just escaped the madman's grasp.

The basketball was slapped to the outside by me, and there was Richard. Hamilton, but Richard. Hamilton was staring at Larry with his back to him. Hughes, with Ben didn't have a major to the arrival of basketball, was turned out to be Larry. Hughes took a step across to catch the basketball and jumped high in the air at Richard. Hamilton hit a three-pointer over his head.

Basketball!

Alan. Houston didn't celebrate, just stepped back very gracefully and stepped back to the backcourt. But the applause and shouts in the stadium told the fans of their support for him.

The game was in full swing, and the outside shot didn't die, but this game really felt like a dead shot, Alan Houston and Ratril. The golden backfield formed by Sprewell actually hit one after another and bit the score tightly

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