"Bill. What lineup did Ranbir field? He didn't even let the Wizards' two point guards play, who is he going to let organize the offense with such a lineup? He's ready to get Larry. Is the Hughes organization on the offensive? Larry. Hughes is not very tall, only 196cm, which is a height between a point guard and a shooting guard, and this height can also play point guard, but I want to ask Larry. Does Hughes pass the ball? I really want to pry Bill off. Ranbir's head, see how he would have come up with the idea of arranging such a lineup......"

The commentators at the scene saw the Wizards' lineup, and kept complaining and sarcastic. But their complaints and sarcasm are useless, the game still depends on strength to speak, as long as the Wizards can win the Lakers, what kind of lineup is correct. Of course, if they know that the Wizards are planning to use the Princeton system and the Lakers' triangle tactics to fight offensively, I believe that the commentators on the scene will jump up excitedly, even David, who decided to block the Wizards. Mr. Stern is also expected to consider whether to broadcast the game globally.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis, they don't know the lineup that the Wizards are going to use, so they will complain about the Wizards' lineup, and they will complain about Beal. Ranbir lacks basic coaching common sense.

The referee blew the whistle on his chest and the game began again. George stood on the sideline and gave the ball to Fisher, and the others started to play on the inside, trying to get position.

I settled in the backcourt and soon had a chance with Shaquille. O'Neal was right, but Shaquille. O'Neal was completely different from the previous two quarters of the game this time, he did not resolutely engage in physical confrontation with me, not even the confrontation of Cheng dù in the first quarter of the game, but closely attached to my body, moving in small steps, slowly adjusting his body, adjusting his position to receive the ball. He didn't have a face-to-face confrontation with me at all, I guess it was Phil. Jackson to Shaquille. O'Neill rearranged the task and arranged the tactics he should use against my defense.

I don't know about Shaquille. What O'Neill will do to me in a moment, but I know what Shaquille is going to do now. O'Neill gave me enough time, space, and energy to raise my head and carefully observe the movements of the people around me, and to have enough energy to calculate the direction, movement and purpose of everyone's movements, so that I could see the situation on the pitch more clearly.

Derek. Fisher dribbled to beyond the three-point line and was in Larry. Hughes defended, bent over and dribbled carefully. Stretching out his left hand, he made a gesture that only Lakers players could understand, ready to implement a tactic that they thought should be the most important thing to do.

I was watching closely, listening to the different footsteps around me, observing the exploitation of each of the Lakers, trying to remind my teammates in time to fill in and chase in time.

Carl Brown wandering around the paint area to the right of the original Pen Fun Pavilion. Marlon moved, originally and Carlos. Boozer intertwined Carl. Marlon suddenly takes his place and escapes from Carlos. Boozer's controller, half-turned, made a gesture to catch the ball. Lead Carlos. Boozer involuntarily took a small step outward. made the originally tight three-two joint defense suddenly appear a little loophole.

The hole isn't big, but it's deadly enough, because the Lakers are obviously a bit premeditated. Bryant burrowed into the loophole all at once. Half turned around in the middle of the run, and suddenly picked up Derek. Fisher's ball then went straight into the hole.

I'm a little hesitant and don't know if this time is right for Kobe. Bryant pinched off. But at this time, I had to give up on Shaquille. O'Neill defended, half-turned. Towards Kobe Bryant, who was about to jump. Bryant pounced.

Daktronics. Milicic also pressed over, and the two of us faced Kobe Bryant. Bryant formed a pinch defense and forced Kobe. Bryant could only jump into the air and raise the basketball in his hand in the air, ready to force a shot.

Bryant. Bryant's body was rising, and when it reached its highest point, my hand was already reaching for Kobe. The top of the basketball that Bryant held up firmly covered the fiery red elf.

Pregnant!

I had a hint of joy in my heart!

But I'm a little too happy Kobe. Bryant suddenly forced a turn in the air, and at the same time withdrew the basketball held in the air, and then gently sent the basketball from his waist to his side, and the basketball swished out.

It was a hit to the ground, the basketball crashed into the ground, there was a thud, and then it bounced straight to Shaquille. O'Neill's hands.

"Shaq!" I yelled at Kobe. By the time Bryant retrieved the basketball in the air, I knew what he was trying to do, and I was shouting to remind my teammates to get the best of Shaquille in time. O'Neill interferes.

My reminder did the job, Larry. Hughes pounced like crazy and reached out to slap Shaquille. The basketball that O'Neal just received in his hand.

Shaquille. O'Neill was smiling, smiling brightly, with a sense of triumph that the plot had succeeded.

I couldn't help but mention in my mind that the position of the players on the field was in my mind, and it suddenly reminded me of who had a vacant position.

It's Derek. Fisher!

Shaquille. O'Neill flashed Larry. Hughes stole the ball, and with a gentle push of both hands, the basketball flew to the position outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle.

The chubby, short little fish calmly received the basketball, his front was empty, and he calmly threw the fiery red elf in his hand outside the three-point line.

The basketball passes through the basket, rubbing against the net with a "whoosh" sound, accompanied by a clear and piercing sound from the buzzer.

"You can't win!" Shaquille. O'Neill smirked at me, twisting his plump buttocks and walking towards the backcourt.

I actually let the opponent get a vacant position after a few reversible balls, and this ball made the opponent score a little too easily, and I couldn't help but bow my head and scold: "fu*k!" ”

Looking up, my teammates also looked frustrated, and they all felt that this ball made the opponent score a little easier, so I quickly applauded vigorously and shouted loudly: "Fight well!" Give them back one! ”

"Good! Give them back one! Everyone responded to me, and their faces, which had been a little depressed, were refreshed for a while.

Yes! Gotta pay them back! Although the goal scored by the opponent is very frustrating, it is useless to be frustrated, all we can do is to return them one.

Me and Shaquille. O'Neal was battling the power and I squeezed Shaquille hard. O'Neill, though in Bill. Ranbir doesn't have that in his tactics, but I think as soon as I run out of Shaquille. O'Neal's strength, so that he can't wield his strength, or cramps, will be a little more powerful for us.

Larry. Hughes in Derek. Fisher's defense slowly dribbled to the front court, and I half-turned and hit Shaquille hard with my broad shoulder. O'Neal paused his fat body for a moment, then quickly lifted forward, put his feet on the horns, and reached out to catch Larry. Hughes's pass.

Caron. Butler, Darko. Milicic, Carlos. The three Boozer were originally located around the paint area, but when I mentioned it earlier, all three of them also ran to the outside at the same time, attracting the Lakers players who were originally defending them to pull them out.

The situation that was originally estimated to be empty under the basket did not arise, because O'Neal was shrinking, shrinking to the basket, and was originally defending Darko. Karl of Milicic. Marlon flew at me. Phil. Jackson made a very good move against me, and he made an extremely good move-up to make up for Shaquille's post. O'Neill's embarrassment.

I'm calculating, calculating my teammates' movements, calculating Caron. Butler and Larry. Hughes's transposition, calculating Carlos. Boozer is not already shaking off his defending Devin. George, calculating Darko, who I have a very good understanding with. Milicic's running position, trying to find a suitable passing route to pass the basketball to the most suitable person.

I just saw the Daktronics clearly. Milicic was moving behind me from a 45-degree angle along the three-point line while chasing him for Carl. Marlon lunged at me. Derek. Fisher went after Larry again. Hughes, Devon. George in and Carlos. Boozer is entangled, and what about Kobe?

My brain was calculating Kobe's position, calculating the only position that wasn't in my field of vision, and when I was about to turn my head to see where Kobe was, the corner of my eye swept to the left back of my body and a guy in a purple jersey slapped the basketball in my hand.

It's Kobe. Bryant!

Bryant. Bryant didn't defend Darko. Milicic!

I finally let go of the heart I was carrying, and the basketball in my hand was gently sent to the right rear, and the basketball was sent straight to Dakota. Milicic's hands.

Turning his head, he just saw Darko. Milicic jumped high from beyond the three-point line and threw the basketball in his hand.

The same through the basket, the same ripples through the Nets.

"What's going on? Kwame didn't look back as to how he knew about Darko. Milicic that guy will be in that position? Why? The narrator at the scene was asking loudly, "Why".

I turned around and got excited about Darko. Milicic gave a high-five in the air in celebration.

"Congratulations!" I said with a smile

"Hehe......" Darko. Milicic touched his bare head and smiled shyly.

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