Chapter 129: The Former Wolf King

The Nets have reached the Finals this year, have won 46 games in the regular season, have booked a playoff spot several rounds in advance, and are currently ranked first in the Eastern Conference, and if nothing else, they will eventually finish first in the Eastern Conference. (

And the Wizards' lineup is not bad, but they are not bad in Michael. Jordan was injured, Hubert. After Davis was traded, the small forward position became the biggest shortcoming. There is only one Troni in the whole team. Nesby can play small forward, but as far as Troni is concerned. Nesby's skill is a bit redundant even as a substitute.

Tyrone. Lu's play, can only make Richard. Hamilton went to play small forward, Chauncey. Billups played shooting guard, which created a series of misalignments that made the game even harder.

Now as long as there is a small forward who can control the ball, the situation will change immediately.

Doug. The head on Collins' head was scratched off a lot by him, and the people on the bench looked at it over and over again, finally making him realize that there was another grandfather-level figure on the Wizards. Mitchell

Sam. Mitchell only played in the NBA at the age of 26, but when you look at the history of the Minnesota Timberwolves, in terms of minutes played, number of games, number of shots, number of shots, number of free throws, free throws, offensive rebounds, defensive rebounds, total rebounds, steals, fouls, total points, you will be the first to be the great Kevin. Garnett, and the second place is all him. The Timberwolves didn't pick the great Kevin. Garnett, Sam. Mitchell was the wolf king at that time. And Sam. Mitchell's position is small forward.

Although Sam. Mitchell has no talent, one could even say he has no talent at all, but he is very hardworking, he is fighting hard for every rebound, every floor ball, so he occupies the second place in the Timberwolves' list of all the jù lists, except for the genius Kevin who only came out in 5o years. Garnett.

"Sam, watch out, Keith. Van Horne, pay attention to the back court to receive the ball......"

The pause ended quickly. But this time it's Aron. Williams is off, Todd. McCulloch plays, Luhughes. Harris replaces Carrey. Kittels, Anthony. Johnson replaces Jason. Kyd. The Nets' tactics have changed again, and they are no longer pressing all over the court. Do they really think that the 11-point gap can be leveled quickly without being pressed all over the court and without being on the main team?

I had some feelings of being ridiculed. I clenched my fist. There was a hint of anger in my heart that I was looked down upon.

Chauncey. Billups dribbles and I'm out for Chauncey. Billups does the pick-and-roll, Anthony. Johnson was thrown away at once and went straight to the inside, Kenyon. Martin fills in, but there's a little space behind him, and I'm starting with Kenyon. Martin went straight behind him to the basket and the ball came over and it was comfortable.

I got the basketball and took to the air with Todd in front of me. McCulloch's defense, I lifted my knee to try to alleviate the discomfort caused by the violent collision that occurred when I collided with his body.

But without the collision, the kid dodged it! I hung on the basket, a little puzzled, and suddenly remembered what Rodman had said: Defending with a momentum that gouges out the opponent's eyes can interfere with him as much as possible.

It turns out that momentum is not only useful when defending, but also when attacking, using a momentum that knocks the opponent away to attack, and the opponent will naturally avoid you if he is afraid of being injured.

The difference of 14 points is up. I gritted my teeth.

Anthony. Johnson dribbling the ball, Chauncey. Billups was trying to defend it, Lucius. Lucas came up to do a pick-and-roll for him, and he cut inside, but Chauncey. Billups reacted quickly, then followed him, and then squeezed him with his strong body. Lucius. Lucas was Chaunce. Billups bullied enough to pass the ball.

The ball was taken by Keith. Van Horn got but Sam. Mitchell immediately blocked his offensive line and clinged to his back.

Keith. Van Horn bobbed to the left, then turned to the right, trying to break to the right, but he had no chance.

The referee's whistle sounded.

Keith. Van Horn lay on the ground and covered his nose!

Offensive foul!

Keith. Van Horn kept complaining to the referee, telling him that he was wronged, but he was indeed wronged. In Mitchell's sly gaze from time to time, I knew Keith. Van Horn was replaced by Sam. Mitchell is in the dark.

Keith. Van Horn continued to complain, and ended up giving the Wizards a big gift with a technical foul.

See Keith. Van Horn's helpless and angry look, I laughed, and said in my heart: This Sam. Mitchell, a 38-year-old guy, really has a set.

Sam. Mitchell solemnly accepted the team doctor Jim off the court. Johnson's treatment that seems to be a real thing, Richard. Hamilton stepped to the free-throw line.

Four free throws.

The title of the king of the pitch is really not for nothing, all four free throws are hit, and the next thing is the front court. But this time Sam. Mitchell walked onto the court wearing the game in a decent way. This guy is going to go into battle with an injury!!

Wolf King! Although it was once! But he's so bad! What a lack of morality! It's so cool, too! I guess Keith sitting on the bench. Van Horn was on the verge of cursing him to death by now.

The score was stretched to 18 points, and the ball was still in our hands. Kidd had to put on the line again, and Richard. Jefferson replaces Keith. Van Horn comes on.

Christian. Leitner still didn't get out of the ball, and the clock ticked by.

I'm going to Christian. Leitner shouted, then pointed to the rebound, and then I quickly moved to the basket. McCulloch's soft ass can't keep up with me at all, Christian. Leitner understood what I meant, and the basketball was tossed high by him and headed straight for the basket.

I jumped high, grabbed the basket in the air, and slammed it down on the basket.

The ball is in!

I shouted happily: "Back to defense!" Then he ran to the backfield as fast as he could.

But all of a sudden, I heard a shouting in the stadium. And it was a loud shout.

I looked back, and now Sam. Mitchell was hanging from the basket and roaring loudly.

What's going on?

I looked up at the big screen, where a slow-motion replay was going on.

Todd. McCulloch casually passed to Jason. Kidd's pass was unexpectedly saved by Sam, who had been prepared for a long time. Mitchell gave it a break, and then he went straight to the basket and got a dunk.

Although he is old, although he is 38 years old, the wolf king is the wolf king, even the former wolf king is the wolf king! He is still able to be hot and light during a certain period of time when he is on the pitch, although this period is somewhat irregular, some is short, and some are not very orthodox.

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