Chapter 269: Open the pot

This world is like this, the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the flute, the flute is afraid of the dead, Brad. Miller though will be the big shark Shaquille. O'Neill was overturned, but when he met me, he had to lie down if he was a tiger, and he had to coil if he was a dragon. That treacherous smile from Brad. Miller's face vanished, and he didn't dare to use his annoying little movements, and he began to fight me, but in one-on-one, although he was experienced enough, his strength was clearly weak, and I was still able to beat him.

But the head coach of the Indiana Pacers, the "smiling assassin" Isaiah who went from the tip of his toe to the tip of his head. Thomas was quick to get Ron . Artest, who is not afraid of death, came to help defend me, and in the face of two people's deadly defense, I had to temporarily become a transit station, and I could no longer be a finisher.

The Wizards really put their defense out of the way this time, everyone worked hard to grab every floor ball, scramble for every rebound, and throw their bodies out of bounds in the face of every ball that flew out of bounds. At halftime, the Wizards had 11 more rebounds than the Indiana Pacers, including six more rebounds than their opponents, but the Wizards trailed by 11 points. There's no way around it, the Wizards' shooter group is really out of shape today, whether it's Richard. Hamilton, or Larry. Hughes, Caron. Butler, or Michael. Jordan, Courtney. Alexander, all fucking blacksmiths, bang-

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The Indiana Pacers ended the first half with an 11-point lead provisionally.

"Coach, we have a terrible hand, we need to try to get close to the basket as much as possible, otherwise this game is lost!" I gasped for air, poured a few mouthfuls of water, and went straight to Doug. Collins said.

Doug. Collins frowned, and from his reaction, I knew he wanted to win, but he clearly hadn't thought of how to win yet.

"We shot 1-of-9 from three-point range in the first half, and now the Pacers are obviously shrinking their defense, and all of them are shrinking to the interior and can't break through at all!" Caron, who is good at breaking through. Butler complained directly.

"If you want to break in, you have to pull them out, and if you don't pull them out, we won't be able to get in at all!" Chauncey. Billups said. As the Wizards' point guard, Chauncey. Billups clearly knew what it was like to break through in the first half.

"The point is that we feel so bad!" Richard. Hamilton was frowning.

Doug. Collins had been silent, but he couldn't be silent forever, and halfway through the break, Doug Brown. Collins finally spoke.

"Since the feel is not good, then we will smash the feel out! In the second half, Michael, Richard, Chauncey, Carlos, Kwame, the five of you go first, when attacking, Michael, Richard, Chauncey, Kwame, the four of you are in such a position on the outside, let me go and shoot three points, Carlos, you yourself grab rebounds on the inside, Kwame, once your teammates shoot, you have to quickly insert into the paint area and help Carlos grab the rebound! ”

"When defending, we implement two-three defense, Kwame, Carlos, you two stand like this, Michael, your defense area is here, Chauncey, your defense area is here, Richard, your defense area is here, you must force out when defending, you must be optimistic about your defense area."

"Since the feel is not good, let's shoot more, we can't feel bad in the whole game, as long as we shoot the feel, everyone work hard!" Doug. Corinth boosted the morale of the crowd.

The feeling of cold hand may be caused by many reasons, but if you want to make the feel hot, then you must shoot through guò, only dare to shoot, can shoot, the feel will definitely be hot, as long as there is one person in the whole team who feels hot, the feel of others will be quickly driven.

I had no choice but to cast until the feeling was completely warm.

The third quarter begins.

Michael. Jordan put a three-pointer on the outside, but the basketball still turned out after two turns in the basket, and I tried to insert it into the paint area and compete for the rebound, but because I was a little outside at the beginning, I couldn't win the rebound at all, and the rebound was lost to Brad. Miller got it.

The Wizards quickly retreated.

I stood in position and resisted Brad. Miller, from time to time, glanced at Jermaine. O'Neill, Chauncey. Billups is constantly pressing Jamal with his strong body. Tinsley, interfering with his passing.

Reggie. Miller with Richard. Hamilton was running around, and Ron was running around. Artest kept hitting the aging Michael with his body. Jordan.

Ron. Artest finally found an opportunity and he got rid of Michael. Jordan, received Jamal. Tinsley's pass, followed by a hard fight against Michael. Jordan, kill directly from the bottom line to the inside.

Stood still, eyes fixed on Ron. Artest's every move, while his body resisted Brad hard. Miller, don't let him act rashly.

Ron. Artest didn't come by himself, he made a ground-hitting pass to Reggie, who ran out of position at a 45-degree angle. Miller.

I slid to Reggie. Miller jumped up and slapped Reggie. Miller's face slapped.

"Rebound!" I shouted, reminding my teammates.

Reggie as a marksman. Miller finally shot the basketball wide. Carlos. Butler grabbed the rebound.

Chauncey dribbles from beyond the three-point line, and Jamal. Tinsley was standing at a 45-degree angle on the three-point line, and defender Chauncey was on the line. Billups, they were standing on the three-point line with a Reggie . Miller. Everyone else huddled tightly on the inside.

The Wizards only have Carlos. Boozer ran inside to grab the rebound, everyone else was on the three-point line, but who was going to shoot the second shot? This one is exquisite.

The first ball was Michael. Jordan voted, but it didn't go in. Then the second ball can no longer be thrown by him, and the remaining few people, this is only Chauncey, Richard and me, I am the destined boss of the team, Chauncy handed the ball directly to me.

I'm standing half a step outside the three-point line, at the top of the arc, right in front of the basket, and it's not where I shoot the most, but it's also where I shoot the second highest. I lifted the basketball, jumped lightly, held it with my left hand, and nudged it with my right hand.

I felt good, but I wasn't sure if I would go in, I landed with both feet, kicked hard, and went to the basket, and I hit my back hard with my shoulder to try to stop my Jermaine. O'Neill, knocking him to the side and smashing him into the paint zone.

The basketball was spinning on the basket, and when I got to the basket he was still spinning. Miller was still spinning when he squeezed to the side.

I snuggled up to Brad. Miller, I was in the best position, and the basketball that was already spinning on the basket fell.

The ball is in! It's kind of incredible! I didn't even have a lot of hope, but the basketball just fell out of the middle of the hoop and into my hands.

Astonished! It was a bit unexpected, but more than that, it was joy!

The Wizards' outside line finally opened the pot, although this is an inside shot into the basketball, but after all, it is a pot! This is a good sign!

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