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Clearly, Doug Collins was right, and the Seattle lineup was: Jerome James, Vin Baker, Rashad Lewis, Brent Barry, Gary Payton. [.]

I stood in the center circle, bent down, and quietly looked at Jerome James across from me, waiting for the referee to toss the ball.

The whistle sounded,

The ball was tossed,

I jumped up, my palm slammed into the basketball, Richard Hamilton received it, and the crowd scattered to the front court.

Michael Jordan dribbles slowly, he is the point guard of this game, no way, the Wizards' vacancy is too poor, against a master like Gary Payton, Tyrone Rue will be blown up and there is not even scum left. This is an inevitable choice, but also a helpless move!

I mentioned No. 4 and stood at the top of the arc with my back to Vin Baker's alcohol-hollowed out, using my broad arms to keep him firmly behind me and not letting him influence me badly.

Jordan turned the ball to me, and while Gary Payton turned to observe, he suddenly started, passed past Gary Payton, and smashed into the interior from a 45-degree angle, and I threw the ball, and Michael took the ball and flew into the air, and when Jerome James came to make up for the defense, he threw a throw and scored 2 points first.

Jordan and I high-fived and celebrated, and the crowd poured into the backcourt again.

Gary Payton dribbled unhurriedly on the outside, chattering trash talk in front of Jordan, trying to find some flaws.

Michael Jordan pursed his lips and didn't say a word, staring at Gary Payton like a Boeing 747 with his arms outstretched, bent over, waiting for Gary Payton to make a mistake.

I stood still, pressed my left forearm tightly against Vin Baker's waist, and pushed him out with all my might. Not everyone is Nowitzki, and not every power forward can shoot from beyond the three-point line. As long as Wen Baker stays away from the paint area, he will not be a threat.

Brent Barry, mentioned that the line was for Gary Payton to block, Payton quickly went inside at a 45-degree angle, and I quickly came out to fill the position, raised my hands high, and leaned my body tightly against Gary Payton, squeezing him hard, trying to squeeze him out of his original trajectory.

Payton's body slammed into me, and with a slight change of direction, I continued to kill the baseline, and I quickly moved my feet, following Gary Payton's pace, trying to disrupt his offense.

When an inside player encounters an outside player, he always has an advantage in height, but he also has a great disadvantage in degree and flexibility.

Gary Payton made an emergency stop, and I was thrown out by inertia.

The ball was thrown in the air, and the alcoholic Van Baker, who had been emptied of his body by alcohol, was flying through the air, and an aerial relay that had been staged at the Key Arena for the past decade was being staged, except that the man who dunked was replaced by Sean Camp to the drunkard Vin Baker.

"Look after your people! Don't underestimate him, even if he's drunk, he's an all-star! Michael Jordan said coldly to me. I had just given up on guarding Wen Baker, and it was clearly that he was angry. But if I don't come out to make up for it at that time, Gary Payton will be in the paint!

I don't know what to say, or how to refute it. Silently stand on the bottom line.

I don't take anyone lightly, not even the half-deprecated man of Vin Baker. I have nothing, all I have is a heart that keeps trying.

Michael Jordan kept feintting on the outside, trying to get rid of Gary Payton's defense, but Peyton's nickname of "The Gloves" was really not called in vain, staring at Michael Jordan tightly, not allowing him to have the slightest chance to get rid of it.

I ran to the perimeter and played a pick-and-roll for Michael Jordan, and Jordan went inside.

I ran outside because I had a decent three-pointer and I pulled it out. Nobody knew I was banned from beyond the three-point line, so they didn't dare to let me go from the outside. Vin Baker's extended defense just gave Michael Jordan the way to go. Jordan ended the round with a very nice dunk......

There was no applause, no rewards, just boos! Because this is the pitch of Zaikin. Of course, even if there is, it's for Jordan. I'm just a green leaf, and even though I've made the front page headlines in the newspapers n times, this attack is also a block I did.

Tone attack, Gary Payton licked his lips with his tongue, and the rest of the command on the outside line was in the position of the crowd, and suddenly a plus burst into the inside, Michael Jordan moved quickly, adjusting the center of gravity, blocking Gary Payton's attack.

Gary Payton made a quick stop, then made another big turn and tried to break down the other side, but unfortunately, Richard Hamilton was in the right place. Gary Payton was caught in the trap. The ball in his hand is in jeopardy.

Brent Barry, who was empty, rushed out to pick up and appeared next to Gary Payton outside the three-point line, shouting to remind Payton. Payton didn't even look at it, and the ball was accurately passed to Brent Barry.

Brent Barry, the son of great basketball superstar Rick Barry, inherited only half of his father's talent, but it was enough to earn him a place in the NBA.

The ball is shot.

I squeezed under the basket and bent over and leaned my back against some of the big men in green behind me, whether it was Jerome James or Vin Baker, it wasn't something I was thinking about, I was thinking about how I was going to fight for a good enough position to get the rebound.

The basketball fell, bounced under the basket, and landed right above the position I was occupiing, and I jumped up, and there was a lot of friction with the body of the person behind me, and I didn't jump very high, but it was enough for me to get that rebound, and my foot fell to the ground, and because of inertia, my arm was also falling.

I turned my head and was just about to shout at my teammates to move the fast attack. The basketball in my hand suddenly jumped out of my grasp.

A green figure, detouring the baseline into the paint zone, stole the cute elf from my hands, the ball passed to the outside, and Rashad Lewis, the signing of the 100-million-dollar contract in the NBA in the future, threw that flowing three-pointer from beyond the three-point line, and no one was stopping him, Christian Leitner, Michael Jordan, and Richard Hamilton were already on the verge of going down.

Three-point hit! There was cheering on the pitch. The on-site narrator shouted Lewis's name in a lengthened voice, and then began to carry the eternal glove repeatedly.

"Grab the rebound, don't put your hands down, keep your hands high, Kwamei, you have to pay attention to these small aspects!" Christian Leitner was on the side guiding me.

Yes! In the increasingly fierce internal line, grabbing rebounds must not be put down, so it is easy for those who are prepared to steal the basketball in their hands, only by virtue of the height advantage, holding the basketball high can be foolproof.

I nodded, looked at the man who was entangled with Michael Jordan and trash talking, and told myself countless times that I would never put my arm down again, and I would never give him another chance to steal the ball.

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