Doug. Collins kept scratching the white flower on his head, and Larry. Hughes and Chauncey. Billups' injury had to make him distressed.

There is no way, there is no way to do it, and the defensive titan Larry at the small forward position is missing. Hughes, the Wizards' small forward position is likely to be blown up by opponents, as the secret of the victory in the last game - iron-blooded defense, in the second game, it is clear that it will not have a noticeable effect.

In the last game, Richard. Hamilton emerged as the heart of the offense, scoring 14 points before he left the game, and his save was one of the Wizards' most powerful weapons to overpower the Spurs offensively. And now, Doug. Corinth had to find a new point of fire.

The same problem plagued the Spurs, Bruce. Bowen's suspension has left the Spurs' outside defense without the strongest shield. Jackson's injury has greatly weakened the Spurs' outside offensive firepower, if it weren't for Manu. Ginobili suddenly rose from the bench and Greg Vic was probably better than Doug. Corinth had a headache, but they still had a manu after all. Ginobili, and an Argentine who is exploding.

"Tactics, we have practiced many times in the past two days, I have already said everything I can say, and the rest is up to everyone! We were able to fight like we did in the last game, and we were able to return to Washington with two wins...... "Doug Brown. Collins finished explaining the tactics, closed the tactics board, and said to the crowd.

No one wants to fail, everyone can succeed by themselves, even by the most successful people.

This is already the finals, and one step forward is god-like treatment. If we stop there, the whole season will be in vain, everyone in the dressing room will clench their fists, everyone's face will be tight, and everyone's hearts will be completely united at this moment.

The staff knocked on the locker room door and urged the players to come out. Doug. Collins stood up, waved his hand, and motioned for the players to come out very arrogantly.

Everyone hurriedly lined up and waited to play.

Michael. Jordan was the first to play,

Chauncey. Billups was the second to play,

Brandon. Heywood was the third.

Caron. Butler was the fourth

And I'm the fifth.

Caron. Butler pushed the door open and walked out to the boo, which closed again, blocking out the boos again. But when the door opens again, the boos will be sprayed on me.

I got my headband and I was ready to play.

The door opened again, and the extremely hateful voice of the DJ came from outside the door: "Let's welcome the ugliest Mr. Quasimodo on the planet with our warmest boo...... Plums. Brown ......"

I straightened my back and walked out straight, but Doug. But Collins spoke at this time:

"Kwame! What is your mission for this game? ”

The voice is strict and heavy!

I turned my head to look at Doug. On his expressionless face, Collins nodded vigorously and said, "Attack!" Offensive! Attack again! ”

Yes! This game was completely different from the previous game, where I was tasked with defending against the Spurs' leading scorer, Thiem. Duncan. The scoring thing can be left to Larry. Hughes, give it to Richard. Hamilton, but in this game, Larry. Hughes and Richard. Hamilton was not there, and among the players who played, Brandon. Haywood has little scoring ability. Caron. Butler is a complete rookie, and it's already completely good to be able to swing normally, as for Chauncey. Billups. All I can say is that his shooting percentage is really low ♀ and I have to take on the burden of scoring in the game.

Doug. Collins nodded vigorously and said, "You must remember!" You have to attack at any cost! ”

I nodded vigorously, didn't say a word, turned my head, and walked onto the pitch to the boo......

Spurs: David. Robinson, Tim. Duncan, Malik. Ross, Manu. Ginobili, Tony. Parker

Wizards: Brandon. Heywood, Kwamay. Brown, Caron. Butler, Michael. Jordan, Chauncey. Billups.

It's the strongest lineup that both teams can shoot, and it's still Tim who is standing in the middle circle and jumping with me. Duncan. In front of the crowd in the AT&T Center, I slapped hard at the bottom of the basketball.

I didn't give it to Tim. Duncan any chance. Basketball goes over Tim. Duncan's finger flew to Chauncey. Billups. Chauncey. Billups catches the basketball, shakes it slightly, and shakes it past Tony. Parker stretched out his right hand and held the basketball firmly in his hand.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, the side of my body from Tim. Duncan drilled over to the side, trying to break through the opponent's defense quickly, but David. Robinson stood in front of me, and my attempts were completely frustrated.

Chauncey. Billups was dribbling slowly, and I was pushing slowly. Duncan followed me closely, constantly interfering with me.

The ball went beyond the three-point line, Chauncey. Billups was slowly dribbling the basketball, looking for an opportunity. Jordan with Manu. Ginobili was running like crazy, he was in the paint, and then suddenly he made a sharp stop, turned to the horns, and stood on the defensive Tim. Duncan's side.

I had a sideways move from Tim. Duncan's defense escaped and was picked up by Chauncey. Billups passes over the basketball.

45 degree angle!

This is Tim. Duncan's patent!

But my first shot today was also made here.

With his feet strong, he jumped up gently, his waist straightened, driving the strength of his arms, and his hands gently sent forward, and the basketball flew out gently.

It feels good! The moment the ball was shot, I knew there was a basketball!

The basketball rubbed against the net, and there were waves of waves.

"Good shot!" Michael. Jordan stretched out his palm and waved it to me, his eyes full of fire and desire to win.

I quickly retreated [near the horn area, commanded the position of the people, and quickly organized the defensive line.

The Spurs crowd slowly advanced to the frontcourt, and Tim. Duncan stood in front of me again.

"Hey!" Tim, who has been expressionless. Duncan suddenly greeted me.

"What?" I was a little surprised, but I still reacted as I should.

"Today I'm going to prove one thing: we deliberately gave it to you in the last game!" Tim. There wasn't a hint of expression on Duncan's face. But his firmness can be heard in his voice.

"Then you can try!" I glared at Tim fiercely. Duncan retorted.

Tim. Duncan didn't speak again, he just turned his back and hit me hard, taking a half-step outside with the help of the rebound force to catch Tony. Parker's pass, then quickly turned and pointed the ball in both hands towards me.

I could clearly feel Manu. Ginobili, Malik. Rose, Tony. Parker was tugging outward. They are eliminated guò pull and give Tim. Duncan made enough space to have one-on-one with me and they killed Tim. Duncan was able to finish me out in one-on-one.

But am I so easy to get rid of?

I put Tim. Duncan was half a step in front of him, bent down hard, his hands half-hung in front of him, ready to jump up and move his feet to block his breakthrough, and stared at my opponent with wide eyes. Said viciously: "Come on! ”

Yes!

Come on!

No one in this world is afraid of anyone, and there is no one who stands on this court, and I am naturally not either!

Tim. Duncan placed the ball in front of his lower abdomen with both hands, his eyes staring at me motionlessly, looking for holes in my defense≡ trying to take out me with his accurate mid-range shot when there was a defensive gap in my body.

"It's one-on-one, Tim. Duncan and Kwame. Brown's one-on-one, it's a matchup between the two teams at the heart of the two, but I'm sure our Tim won't lose to that ugly guy's ......" The live DJ at the AT&T Center roared loudly, and he directly rendered the heads-up into a collision of the two teams' spiritual pillars. But it does fall into that category, and the head-to-head outcome of the two of us will have a direct impact on the morale of our respective teams.

Time seems to pass slowly, and it feels like a century is as long as a century. Even the sweat on my face seems to have been running down my cheeks for decades. But Tim. Duncan was there motionless.

Sweat dripped on my eyes, making my vision appear a little blurred, and at the moment when this blur occurred, I suddenly felt Tim. Duncan's body moved, and he felt his body suddenly leap upward.

I moved, and my body flew into the air like a cheetah that had suddenly appeared after three days of starvation.

But in the middle of the air, I was Tim. Duncan's body suddenly became shorter. Then he calmly drilled past me, jumped up ♂ and shot the basketball lightly behind me.

I was coaxed and coaxed by Tim. Duncan's feints were instigated.

"We deliberately gave it to you in the last game!" Tim without a hint of change in his face. Duncan brought up the phrase again.

I'm a little crazy feeling that I'm being by Tim. Duncan's remark made him a little angry. But I knew what the occasion was, I knew what to do, I forced myself to breathe a long sigh of relief, forcibly suppressed my anger in my heart, and then kept repeating a sentence in my heart: return him a ball.

Yes!

Get him back! It's a fight back for me, I'm going to prove that I'm not worse than him, I'm going to prove that the Wizards deserved to win the last game.

I made a gesture for everyone to pull away. Calmly received Chaunse. Billups hoisting the basketball.

Yes!

It was very easy to receive basketball because Tim. Duncan didn't come up to take the position with me at all, he just pushed hard behind me, he seemed to be deliberately letting me catch the ball, he wanted to kill me on the defensive end!

The ball was placed in my lower abdomen and forcibly twisted my body, Michael. Jordan and the others have opened up enough space for me to cling to Tim behind me. Duncan had to take a half-step back to guard against my breakthrough.

A qiē are like just Tim. Duncan singled out the ball with me, the same position, the same protagonist, the same defensive move, but the home and away side were out of position at this moment.

My mind was ethereal, all I could think of was the man in front of me and the basket behind him, and the boos in the arena seemed to have completely disappeared.

Confrontation!

A complete standoff!

I don't know about me and Tim. How long did Duncan's standoff last, but I must admit one thing, Tim. Duncan's defense is fantastic! I couldn't find the slightest hole in him.

I can only force it!

Yes! I'm coming!

I kicked the floor, jumped high, lifted my back in the air, leaned back hard, and threw the basketball in my hand.

I know that my forced shot like this can easily be blocked by the opponent and easily interfered with by the opponent, but in one-on-one, I can only deal with it like this.

The expected closure did not appear! Tim. Duncan didn't jump up to block me at all, he just stood there, and he just stood there, and I saw a hint of surprise in his eyes when I threw the basketball in my hand with my body leaning back, this guy was defending my breakaway from start to finish, and he didn't even think that I would pull out the jumper.

"Ahh Tim. Duncan didn't even react, he just let Kwame so easily. Brown made a shot, which was kind of incredible! It seems that Tim is a little too nervous...... "The DJ on the scene is working for Tim. Duncan found a reason.

But is this the reason for the nervousness?

Perhaps! In Tim. The moment before Duncan held the ball and faced me with my shot, I was nervous myself. Duncan felt the same way when he faced me in singles.

However, like Tim. Duncan, a master of psychology, is a bit inappropriate to explain how much nervousness is, and I prefer to believe that Tim. Duncan underestimated me.

"I'm in too!" Retreat to the backfield and I'm in Thiem. Duncan whispered behind him, fighting back at his arrogance.

"This is your best level! However, that's all you have! "The always taciturn Tim. Duncan talks trash very smoothly.

Basketball is here again for Tim. Duncan's hand, this time I pressed Tim hard with my fiery chest. Duncan's back didn't let him turn lightly, as long as he couldn't turn around, whether it was shooting or breaking through, there was no way to talk about it.

Tim. Duncan held the ball in his left hand and waved it with his right hand outstretched, trying to stop the others from coming up to help him as he continued to play singles.

But if it's just a single, am I afraid of him? Even if I can't shoot in front of him, I'll be able to defend him, and I'm confident about that!

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