The Timberwolves made a substitution, with Wolves king Kevin Garnett replacing Joe Smith. Garnett was whispering something to Ralph Nestrovich. I guess Philip Saunders has a new tactical direction, and it's probably aimed at me.

Doug Collins also gestured from the sidelines to wrap Kevin Garnett.

I moved my steps cautiously, staring at Kevin Garnett, a team that Kevin Garnett was a one-man team, and although Wally Szzczebiak was named to this year's All-Star and averaged more than 2o points per game this year, it was basically all done when the opponent wrapped Kevin Garnett. As long as Kevin Garnett is completely controlled, the Timberwolves will definitely die again.

Garnett ran to the outside to catch the ball, made a catch, and then passed the ball back to Mark Jackson as he received the ball and burst inside. But Michael Jordan is not a vegetarian, moving fast and blocking the road to the paint area.

Mark Jackson made a quick stop, shook Michael Jordan off a bit, and sent his hand to the left, and Gary Trent received the ball without managing Richard Hamilton's defense, and jumped straight to the shot.

No manager would set up this kind of tactic, and the shot in this situation is definitely something that every manager wants to avoid, but almost every game and every team will have this kind of unreasonable shot, and the most annoying thing is that it can still score.

The ball went in, it was three points!

It feels good, and this is something that no one can do. Michael Jordan kept shaking his head as he ran, a little helpless.

The ball was upside down on the outside, and the Timberwolves were desperately trying to defend on the outside, making every pass for the Wizards so difficult.

Kevin Garnett and I kept squeezing into good positions, and finally I used my strength to keep Kevin Garnett at bay, and Michael Jordan's pass came to me at the right time, and I half-turned and made an attacking stance.

Kevin Garnett's eyes widened, and he pushed me hard, and kept saying trash words in his mouth: "Boy, you're going to die, I'm going to kill you......"

I pursed my lips and said with disdain, "Wait for the next life!" ”

As he spoke, he sent the ball to the right front, where Michael Jordan had cut inside empty.

Michael Jordan catches the ball with a light layup. Timberwolves big center Ralph Nestrovic was caught in my attention, and although he made a defensive move, he was no longer able to make a block.

The combination of the front guard, the terminator is not necessarily the front, the guard can kill and invisibly.

Mark Jackson was on the perimeter looking for an opportunity, Garnett was constantly tossing around on the edge of the paint, and I was following Garnett closely, and I could only do my best not to get him out of my sight against this big forward with measure, bounce, and flexibility.

Kevin Garnett pulled out, and suddenly there was an emergency stop and ran inside, and I had to quickly adjust my center of gravity and try to get to the stuck position, but Kevin Garnett made another emergency stop, quickly pulled out, caught the ball, turned, jumped, and did it in one go.

I should be in good shape, otherwise Jordan wouldn't have chosen me as the top pick, but when I adjusted again, Kevin Garnett was already jumping.

I stretched my arms as long as I could, jumped up as hard as I could, trying to interfere with his shot, but it was a little far away.

But it didn't matter, Courtney Alexander was in the right position, he ran up and jumped high, his palm almost covered Kevin Garnett's eyes, and Kevin Garnett was doomed to miss the shot!

Tall people generally have better vision, and if they can see opportunities that the smaller ones can't, Courtney Alexander's reinforcement allowed Wally Szzczebiak to open the spot, and the ball was passed to Wally Szzczebiak.

A two-point on the three-point line.

Michael Jordan handed me the ball again and slid inside, but this time Mark Jackson reacted very quickly and followed Michael Jordan closely.

I had the ball and I saw that no one around me had a good chance. Everyone is trying their best to run, but everyone is surrounded by opponents who are interfering.

Kevin Garnett was trash-talking behind me, pushing my waist hard with his hand.

None of the others had a good chance, so I had to force myself on.

I've practiced the low post countless times, and I quickly turned to the left with my left foot, then hit Kevin Garnett hard with my shoulder, causing him to lose his center of gravity and dribble past Kevin Garnett.

I was already in the paint area, caught the basketball that bounced in, one step, two steps, and I jumped.

By this time, Ralph Nestrovich, who had been outside the paint area, had already pressed over, and his left hand was on my basketball racket in the air, which was very strong and accurate, and I had to pull the outstretched ball back, give it to my right hand, and make a throw in the body's fall.

I landed on the ground, watching the basketball fly with my eyes wide open, ready to grab the frontcourt rebound.

A huge figure rose beside me, blocking the light from the giant lights on the ceiling of the stadium.

"Smack!"

A very beautiful set plate hat!

It's Kevin Garnett!

cheers on the pitch; Whistles, horns, jubilation.

The basketball fell, was firmly controlled by Kevin Garnett, and then threw it to the front court and handed it to Mark Jackson.

Richard Hamilton was the first to react and chased after him.

I'm standing under the basket, the Timberwolves' fast break has no connection with me, no matter how hard I run, I can't catch up, I can only wait in the front court for the miracle to be an outsider.

Richard Hamilton was really good at running and soon caught up with Mark Jackson and kept squeezing him with his not very strong body.

The fast break is a headache tactic, too fast, no helper, too slow, the opponent does a good job of defense, obviously the Timberwolves' fast break is a little too fast, the others don't react at all, Mark Jackson has already hit the front court basket.

Ready to fly, had to. Mark Jackson forced a jump on Richard Hamilton on the run and tried to score two points with a half-hook.

The ball swiped across the basket, hit the rebound, and landed.

Richard Hamilton grabbed the basketball and looked up at the frontcourt.

This defense, I fell last, just walked out of the paint area, there was no one around, and everyone went to chase that cute elf.

The basketball flew over the whole court, a little low, but it didn't matter, there was no one around me, and I had plenty of time to adjust.

There was no dunk, a very light layup, which might have upset the crowd, but I scored two points again.

The Timberwolves called a timeout

I laughed, stuck out my tongue and hugged Richard Hamilton, high-fived my teammates one by one. Whether it was luck or not, the Wizards' offense finally opened up, and although the point difference did not close, it did not widen again.

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