o:7, for real fans, it's just a score, the game has four quarters and 48 minutes, and the opponent was beaten a little ** in the opening game, which can only show that the opponent is in good shape, and we are a little slower to get into the state-)

But by the end of the third quarter, when the score became 66:93, everything was different, and there was still one quarter to go, but the difference was 28 minutes, which directly pronounced the death sentence of the Wizards' game.

There were already fans leaving the stadium, the cheers of the fans holding up the 4:O sign were gone, and the entire MIC Center Arena was filled with a sense of sadness, a sense of being slaughtered by the opponent.

I looked at Ivanka Trump's position, and she was looking at the highlights of the game on the big screen with her hands on her cheeks, and her face was disappointed.

A large number of seats were already empty, and the MIC Center Arena, which had been filled up, suddenly suffocated.

The Wizards were not prepared for this game at all, completely underestimating the opponent's counterattack, and now no one has the luxury of expecting the Wizards to be able to turn defeat into victory in this game, only hoping that the Wizards will not lose too ugly in this game.

Everyone on the bench looked a little glazed-eyed, as if they were feeling incredulous about the score on the big screen, and they couldn't understand how the Indiana Pacers, who had been beaten by them in the previous games, could suddenly burst out with such great ability, and how they won the Wizards by a whopping 28 points in three quarters on the road.

Michael Jordan was frowning. Whispering was squatting there with Doug Collins and whispering something. Maybe they're looking at tactics to play against their opponents in the fourth quarter, or maybe they've given up on this game and are looking at their next game on the road.

"Kwamei!" Michael Jordan beckoned to me to come over.

I hurried over and crouched beside them.

"Kwame, you've been thoroughly studied by the Pacers now, they won't give you a chance to shoot on the inside, and without you, it's difficult for our interior offense to create enough threat for the opponent, we can only rely on the outside, but in this game our outside shooters don't seem to be in a good state. Especially Larry Hughes and Caron Butler, the two of them couldn't attack at all against that bison-like body of Ron Artest, and I wanted to pull you into the small forward position. When attacking, you come to deal with Ron Artest, I have seen the physical fitness of the two of you, his degree, fat content, etc. are similar to yours, I believe you can kill him, how do you feel? Doug Collins looked up at me.

Ron Artest was crazy today, and his defense directly made Larry Hughes and Caron Butler, who had excellent tables in the first two games, into ornaments. But it's a bold attempt, a crazy attempt, and I don't think there are many people in this world who would dare to play like that, after all, I'm in the center. And it's an All-Star center, so it's a bit of a misdirection for me to play small forward, but fortunately I have pretty good ranged attacking ability.

"And who's going to play center?" I asked, confused.

"Let Luis play center, let Dennis play power forward, we play full-court pressing, we use degree to rush!" Michael Jordan's eyes lit up with greed.

"Yes! We only have to press all over the court, and only with full court pressing, can we stop the opponent, otherwise we can't catch up with the opponent at all! Doug Collins added.

"When you're defending, you can deal with that Jermaine O'Neal. Let Dennis defend that Ron Artest and Luis go to play against that Brad Miller, I think if that's the case, we might have a chance, even if we don't. We can also think of this as a tactical exercise, and we have already lost like this anyway. I'm afraid of a bird! Michael Jordan swore an expletive.

Yes! Anyway, we have already lost like this, and if we lose again, it will be like this, and we should be practicing new tactics.

I nodded!

"Come here!" Michael Jordan gathered all the people around and began to set up a new tactic......

Time passed quickly, and the referee was already standing on the pitch waiting for both sides to play.

Michael Jordan was the first to stand up, and I followed suit.

"We played badly in the first three quarters, I don't want to talk about it anymore, but I hope this fourth quarter can boost our morale, play our passion, and even if we can't make it happen in the end, we're going to make the Indiana bunnies have a hard time, you know what I mean?" Michael Jordan said viciously.

"Understood!" The crowd shouted in unison.

"Get on the field!" Brad Miller stood on the baseline and Luis Scola was jumping in front of him, stretching out his arms in hopes of disrupting his opponent's ball.

I pestered Jermaine O'Neal, the All-Star power forward who scored 31 points, 9 rebounds, 2 assists, and 2 blocks in the first three quarters today, and I kept him firmly at bay to deny him a chance to catch the basketball.

The spicy old Daniel Rodman was entangled with Ron Artest with his sleek map head.

Larry Hughes takes care of Reggie Miller closely, his body is a little thin compared to Ron 1 Artest, but compared to Reggie Miller, his body is completely tank level.

Chauncey Billups was chasing Jamal Tinsley, two guys of about the same height and weight who were chasing each other.

Brad Miller has a height advantage over Luis Scola, and it is clear that he can see the whole court, but he simply can't get the ball because no one can find enough space to catch the ball.

5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second......

Brad Miller had to call a short timeout of 2o seconds in the final moments.

"Good! Just defend them like that, and keep them dead for me. Grab the ball. Attack directly, Dennis goes to grab the rebound, and the others will shoot me directly when they have space......" Doug Collins repeated the tactic just now, but his eyes were full of determination.

2o seconds passed quickly, and Isaiah Thomas was still gesturing and shouting at his players after they stood on the court.

Brad Miller picked up the basketball on the baseline again, and Luis Scola stuck it again. The Wizards were staring at one goal at a time, but this time the Pacers players started running like crazy.

Dennis Rodman is indeed a little older, if a few years younger. I don't think he's afraid of Ron Artest, but unfortunately, he really can't stop Ron Artest's beastly body right now.

Ron Artest finally blocked Dennis Rodman and got the empty spot. Brad Miller managed to pass the basketball to Ron Artest.

But the basketball didn't reach Ron Artest's hands, and Larry Hughes, with a geometric face, popped up from Ron Artest's side and slapped the basketball down.

Chauncey Billups, who was entangled with Jamal Tinsley, copied the basketball in his hand with a lunge, turned and jumped high, raised the basketball in his hand, and prepared to shoot outside the three-point line.

Chauncey Billups had a basket from beyond the three-point line, but it was just that, he didn't shoot very well, and when I saw him raise his basketball from beyond the three-point line, I jumped forward. Killed in the paint area.

The basketball smashed into the basket, Chauncey Billups missed, but I was quick to catch the rebounding basketball, I stretched my body in the air, held the ball in my left hand, and slammed the basketball into the basket.

Because of the baseline ball, the players were very open to each other, there were not many people under the basket at all, and Brad Miller, who was the closest to him, had just stood on the court, facing my catch and dunk. No one on the Pacers was able to stop it.

The basketball hoop was shaking violently, buzzing non-stop.

"Good shot! Although the Wizards are now trailing by a large margin, Kwame Brown announced the start of the fourth quarter with a very beautiful dunk, announcing that the fourth quarter of the game will be completely different from the first three quarters of the game, although Kwame Brown is only 21 years old. But there have been too many miracles, will he lead the Wizards to create another miracle today? After a quiet game in the first three quarters, Kevin Young finally had a chance to vent at the beginning of the fourth quarter.

Chauncey Billups came up and gave me a vicious chest-banging salute. Larry Hughes laughed and jumped up and touched my bare head.

"Defend! Watch defensive! Michael Jordan shouted loudly from the sidelines. Everyone immediately threw themselves into another suffocating defense.

Isaiah Thomas was roaring from the sidelines, shouting the number three tactics on the sidelines.

I heard it very clearly, and I knew the Pacers were going to use the No. 3 strategy in the future, but I didn't know what the Indiana's No. 3 strategy was, but I had two eyes, and I would observe.

I slammed Jermaine O'Neal my side, squeezing the very fat guy behind me and looking up to see how it was on the court. Nothing has changed, has it?

Just when I was surprised, I suddenly felt that Jermaine O'Neal, who had been squeezing my position with me, suddenly didn't squeeze me again. I hurriedly turned back, only to find that Jermaine O'Neal turned around and ran to the front court alone, and was already 2 positions away from me.

I secretly screamed, "Oh no! I quickly turned around and chased after Jermaine O'Neal, but before I could catch up, Jermaine O'Neal had already received Brad Miller's pass, and slammed the basketball forward, striding towards the Wizards' paint area.

I was a lot faster than Jermaine O'Neal, especially when Jermaine O'Neal was dribbling the basketball, I was even faster than him, but Jermaine O'Neal was too far ahead and when he rushed to the three-point line, I was able to catch up.

Jermaine O'Neal already had the ball in his hands, and he had already begun to take big steps, one step, two steps, jumping up hard, holding the basketball high in the air with both hands.

What a point, what a win, what a playoffs, what a second round, what a finals, what a championship, at that moment, I swear I didn't think about anything, I just instinctively adjusted my pace. At the moment when Jermaine O'Neal jumped. He also jumped high, leaned sideways, and pressed his left hand the basketball that Jermaine O'Neal held in the air.

The body was falling, Jermaine O'Neal was still rising, because of the jump position, because the body was still tilting, because of the temporary turn and so on, I didn't use the force at all, after a short contact, I was hit by Jermaine O'Neal's momentum and flew to the basket. Fell into the zone of reasonable impact.

"Bang!" A loud bang came overhead, and when I looked up, the basketball was flying high.

I hurriedly ran and crawled towards the basketball, and a forward pounce held the basketball in my arms. Looking up at the front court, Chancey Billups was running towards me, and I pushed the basketball out with both hands.

The ball was a little short, and it fell to the floor and rolled a full half meter before it was picked up by Chauncey Billups, who picked up the basketball and turned around and threw it to the backcourt.

Luis Scola received the basketball, which was out of his range when he had just run beyond the three-point line, but now there was not a single Indiana within two meters of him, and he had plenty of time to put the basketball in the basket.

There was no celebration. Because Doug Collins and Michael Jordan were shouting loudly from the sidelines: "Defend! Because Brad Miller took advantage of this space that had been stretched very open, stood on the baseline and passed the basketball out. The Wizards' eyes widened, and they once again threw themselves into the close-quarters press.

In the face of Chaunsibilups' pressing, Jamal Tinsley pouted his ass and stepped back step by step, and finally dribbled to the front court after a lot of hard work. Once again, the game went into positional battles, but with only 14 seconds left for the Pacers.

"Defend!" I yelled, I tried to remind my teammates that the game was now in play, and the Wizards had no hope of winning this game, and all we had to do was play every single shot down there.

Chauncey Billups is very defensive. Jamal Tinsley could only keep the ball from conceding, and as for the passing of the ball seemed to be a little difficult, Reggie Miller ran to the outside to pick up Jamal Tinsley and took the basketball into his own hands, but he immediately pasted Larry Hughes in front of him.

Reggie Miller could only pass the ball out again. But this time he didn't find the right pass. Everyone was stared at, and because he had just dribbled the ball, and now the basketball in his hand must not fall to the floor, he hesitated.

But the time for him to hesitate was not long, the 24-second offensive time was about to expire, and he could only jump one and a half meters away from the three-point line outside the three-point line, and shot the basketball in his hand outside the 24-second run.

Larry Hughes is on the left, Chauncey Billups is on the right, I'm in the middle, the three of them are flying, as for whether the basketball will go in, who will grab the rebound in the end, it doesn't matter what we do, all we have to do is to do our best to attack.

Our run led to the Indiana's run, which was already running back with the three of us before the basketball hit the basket, and Dennis Rodman had no trouble snatching the ball that Reggie Miller had missed.

The basketball was already flying in the air, and it was obvious that he was flying towards the middle, and Dennis's long pass was obviously a gift to me, but I was already wrapped around Ron Artest.

Reaching out, the basketball reached my left hand, and I grabbed the chasing Ron Artest with my right hand and stepped into the three-point line in two steps, then held the ball in both hands, shook off the big stride, and stepped to the basket.

One step, two steps, into the paint area, with all the strength of the whole body jumped high, the ball handed over the right hand high and dunked to the basket fiercely.

Ron Artest was on his side, so close that I could even hear his breathing, and I could clearly feel his body crashing against me, and I could feel him jumping my side as he jumped high, but I knew that he was a little behind me, and he didn't pose any threat to my attack.

Unfortunately, I was wrong, Ron Artest didn't pose a direct threat to my offense, but he could foul, he could stop me with a foul, and his arm put his arm around my shoulder, dragging me down in the air.

As soon as I tilted my body, my center of gravity was lost, but fortunately I jumped high enough, and although the basketball in my right hand was pulled downward, the basketball was still on top of the basket.

"Boom!" My arm swelled and hurt, my body sank, and I dunked the basketball into the hoop.

I didn't let go, but with a light grip on my hand, I fell backwards and followed by "Whoa!" With a bang, shards of glass fell from the sky like a waterfall.

I slumped to the floor, but I didn't feel the hardness of the floor, and under my ass sat the man known as the beast moaning in pain.

I was dumbfounded as I looked at the qiē in front of me.

"Kwame Brown got the basketball, Artest was chasing, catching up, dunking...... Idol...... What's going on...... Kevin Young looked at this in the commentary seat, and it took him 2 seconds before he reacted, and then he began to shout heartbreakingly: "Kwame Brown, he smashed the rebound, he smashed the rebound, my God, I had the honor to be in such a game......"

"Well, Kevin, I'm not dreaming anymore...... I seem to have seen Kwame smash the rebound, and I saw the basketball explode the moment it fell, I'm dreaming, pinch me, am I dreaming......" Elvin Hayes muttered, completely stunned by what had just happened...... To be continued......

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