There may be a lot of exaggeration in the words of the live commentators, but I can't deny that I have found the best way for me to score now. A breakaway defender opened up space for me to open up space on the inside, and I sliced into the paint from the outside rampage to score or pass the ball in motion. My degree is the best among the big, and my strength is also one of the best, and together I am unique. Stepping into the opponent's backyard in sports, this is the most suitable way for me to attack, my back singles, my hook or small hook, my bottom line technique is still completely at the elementary school stage, but my body has allowed me to cross the other people's savings. As long as you pair me with a good passer, I'm a superstar.

Magic head coach Doug Rivers constantly changed his gestures, shouting the names of the Wizards players on the sidelines, and constantly adjusting his tactics.

I stood at the free throw line, and I saw Tracy McGrady's eyes wide open, surprisingly bright, and Maddie, who had been sleepy-eyed, seemed to be aroused, but I didn't know if it was me or Michael Jordan.

The penalty was missed! The Wizards are back on defense!

Darrell Armstrong gave the ball to Tracy McGrady after halftime, and Jordan took a step from beyond the three-point line to defend Tracy McGrady, giving McGrady space to shoot, and the basketball went straight into the basket. There is no tactical coordination, there is no reason at all.

Doug Collins clapped softly on the sidelines, cheering on the crowd.

It was still me who ran out of the three-point line to block Michael Jordan, Jordan went straight inside to make a switch with Richard Hamilton, and I still cut without the ball in the paint zone.

But this time I was held up by Pat Garriti, and I hit him hard and knocked him out of the way, and the basketball came over.

I jumped in the air, grabbed the flying basketball with my right hand, and slammed it towards the basket.

"Boom!"

"Bump!"

"Drop!"

There was another big collision, Patrick Ewing sat under the basketball hoop, and I knocked the opponent's interior to the ground again, but this time it was an offensive foul.

Pat Garriti's entanglement gave Patrick Ewing plenty of time to get in position to foul me.

"Boy, you have to know how to respect the old and love the young! I can't hold up how many times you hit this old bone! Ewing Sr., who had been pulled up by Pat Garrity, walked up to me and said jokingly.

"If you feel old, stop playing! It's not your style to make fouls. Michael Jordan countered with a big mouth.

Patrick Ewing's dark face was sarcastically flushed by Michael Jordan.

"The next time you attack, look at the people, and if you really don't have a chance, pass the ball out!" Michael Jordan said as he walked back into the defense.

Tracy McGrady took the ball and slowly dribbled from beyond the three-point line, Darrell Armstrong came over to block Michael Jordan who was defending the defense, Tracy McGrady scurried behind Darrell Armstrong and before the defenders came up, a pull-up jumper came up.

The ball is in!

That's the quality of a small forward, that's the level of a scoring champion, and when he gets serious, no one can stop him from scoring.

The Wizards are still the same old routine, Jordan broke through, I cut into the inside, Richard Hamilton ran the open space, the ball passed to the inside, I received the ball, but there were already three people around me, I didn't hesitate to throw the ball, the ball flew outside the three-point line, Courtney Alexander was there, three people defended me, there were a lot of empty spaces on the outside, and Alexander's empty space was indeed the largest.

The ball flew into the air, and everyone stared at the flying elf with wide eyes. I tried to get a good position under the basket and stretched out my arms for that opportunity to rebound.

The basketball went in, without a trace of hesitation, the basketball rubbed against the net, and there was a gentle sound, which was very pleasant.

"Alexander catches the ball, he's in an open position, he shoots, the ball goes in! Three-point ......"

"This vacancy is too obvious, Alexander adjusted it, and the Magic team didn't make up for it, no way, Kwame Brown's impact under the basket was too strong, and the Magic had to wrap it, not just two people, and now there are three people taking care of Kwame Brown......"

"With Kwame Brown's quality played, the Wizards' goal will no longer be the playoffs, their goal will be ...... further"

"There is a team inside and a team outside the division that should be a strong contender for the championship, and the combination of Michael Jordan, Kwame Brown and Richard Hamilton is definitely a strong contender for the O'Brien Cup!"

Courtney Alexander yelled very excitedly when he returned to the defense, he was a substitute, overlapping with Michael Jordan and Hubert Davis, if Jordan hadn't planned to swap Hubert Davis, he would have played very little time per game, and now he suddenly took Hubert Davis's place, he was a little excited, and he has been training a lot more recently.

On the sidelines, Doug Collins gestured to trap Tracy Grady, which was a choice that had to be made. In the NBA game, if you hit more than two balls in a row, after you feel it, the opponent will definitely use all kinds of methods to interrupt your touch, such as packing, fouling, etc.

Michael Jordan clung to Tracy McGrady, and Courtney Alexander tried his best to defend McGrady while taking care of Cobra Horace Grant. Richard Hamilton followed Darrell Armstrong and I and Etan Thomas on the inside defending the Magic's interior trio - Patrick Ewing, Horace Grant and Pat Garridy.

The inside line was already crowded, but the old goblin Patrick Ewing still found a gap to catch the ball, Horace Grant blocked Etan Thomas, Pat Garrity entangled me, the old orangutan stepped out, caught the basketball along the way, and then turned, jumped, and shot.

Patrick Ewing is old, his turn is slow, and his movements in my eyes are almost comparable to that of a turtle. Whether it's turning or shooting, he's a lot slower than he was at his peak, but his shot is so firm, he only has the basket in his eyes.

He made a move, and my cover arrived, and the basketball slashed across the tip of my fingernail, and the basketball skin rubbed against my soft bone, and it hurt and tore like it.

"Rebound!" I shouted, turned to Horace Grant, and took the best position.

The basketball smashed on the basket, and several people jumped up under the basket, but I jumped the highest, and I threw the racket behind me fiercely, and when there were many people, I slapped the racket to my teammates, which is an inside line that must be memorized.

Richard Hamilton picked up the basketball, slapped it forward, and ran to the front court.

Everyone on the court spread their legs and ran towards the Wizards' frontcourt.

Richard Hamilton is a strong runner and doesn't know how to get tired, but that's not to say he has much of an advantage when it comes to sprints, Darrell Armstrong has caught up with Richard Hamilton as he enters the three-point line.

Richard Hamilton jumped to his feet and tried to settle the fight with a beautiful layup, but Darrell Armstrong held out a black hand at his side and slapped it the basketball.

The basketball was slapped to the ground and went off the baseline.

Front Ball!

Etan Thomas was on the baseline, and after a crazy lap, Michael Jordan got the basketball.

With 14 seconds left, Jordan controlled the rhythm, and when there was only 1o seconds left, Etan Thomas went out to do a pick-and-roll, blocking McGrady, and the elder Jordan passed behind Etan Thomas in disguise, and I blocked Pat Garrity, who was supplementing, and a broad road had gone straight to the basket.

Michael Jordan reached out and was still so vigorous, stepped into the paint, turned around, and jumped up with his back against Patrick Ewing, a lever, a hook hand, and the ball flew up.

Horace Grant, the cobra who was tortured by me in this game, jumped high, stretched out his arm and slapped the basketball on the rebound.

The ball fell, and Horace Grant grabbed the basketball and threw it to the frontcourt, where Darrell Armstrong's little sports car was located.

I was at the top of the arc, the basketball was flying above my head, and I jumped high and used all my strength to reach for the basketball.

The basketball rubbed against the skin of the palm of the hand, and there seemed to be a sound of rubbing.

I pulled the basketball down hard, held the ball in both hands, stepped on the ground with both feet, and looked up, there was only Patrick Ewing under the basket, the old orangutan, and Horace Grant's rebound just now made everyone on the Magic team run to the frontcourt, leaving only an old orangutan with a lot of reduced athleticism.

Suddenly a voice sounded in my heart: Kill him! Kill him and you're a superstar!

A wave of blood is surging, gradually irrepressible.

I slapped the basketball hard and rushed to the basket.

Jordan's incendiary voice came from behind him: "Kill him!" Kwame! ”

The crowd in the stadium all stood up, and they wanted to see the plot of a new empire overthrowing an old one. The whole audience was shouting, "Kill him!" ”

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