I straightened my head, adjusted the elbow pad on my left arm and the wrist pad on my right arm, adjusted them to the most comfortable place for me, and told myself firmly in my heart: I have to play every ball well, and I have to pull the score away quickly.

Isaiah. Thomas sent Tim. Hardaway, Reggie. Miller, Ron. The Artest trio played on the outside, while the inside played Jeff. Foster, Al. Harrington played with two men, and it was clear that Isaiah. Thomas didn't expect me to play, otherwise he would never have played such an inside combination.

Me and Michael. Jordan, Larry. Hughes, Louis. Scola, Richard. Hamilton gave high-fives to boost his morale and then stepped into his defensive position. Yes, standing in a protective position, I didn't win the ball on the jump before the game started, so the ball in the fourth quarter automatically went to the Pacers.

Tim. Hardaway slowly dribbled the basketball outside the three-point line, salivating over Michael. Jordan spread his arms and stared at him tightly.

Jeff. Foster was lightly bumped by me, and the big white man, who was known for his toughness, was knocked out by me. Scola was replaced by Al. Harrington, the big black man, was firmly in the way.

Al. Harrington catches the basketball and slams Louis hard with his big ass. Scola slammed Mr. Diamond back, followed by another slam.

My heart had been lifted and I slammed Jeff hard. Foster, ready to make up for it, but what happened next stunned me.

Louis. Scola lay on the ground in a very exaggerated manner, his movements, his expression clearly shocked.

"Tick!"

The referee blew the whistle. Pointing his finger at the startled Al. Harrington, made an offensive foul gesture.

That's Louis. Scola. This is Louis, who is so skinny. Scola's trick against those muscular men. Fake falls, cheat fouls, although the name is not very good, but it is really practical.

I went up and picked up Mr. Diamond, who had been shaved to a bald head, and whispered with a smile: "Luis, well done!" ”

"Hehe......" Louis. Scola smiled charmingly.

There was boos in the arena as Pacers head coach Isaiah Murphy heard from the crowd. Thomas kept complaining to the technical supervisor on the sidelines. But Doug on the sidelines. Collins smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Well done! That's it! "Michael. Jordan came up and praised loudly.

Al. Harrington walked to the backcourt with a look of resentment, he was unwilling, but this is the game, it can be despicable, it can be shameless, it can be done, as long as the result is good, then a qiē is good.

Swap the ball!

Michael. Jordan dribbles to the frontcourt. Slowly looking for opportunities outside the three-point line.

I fought hard against Jeff. Foster. Turn and run beyond the three-point line, Jeff. Foster was hesitating, he didn't know whether to chase me or not, if he chased me, the basket would be empty, he didn't chase me, and I would shoot the Pacers' defense into a sieve from outside the three-point line.

There can be no hesitation in the game. Once you hesitate, the consequences will be very strict.

I stayed away from Jeff. Foster, Larry. Huston guò ran to stand up for me and Jeff. Foster's Middle, Jeff. Foster has no chance to chase me down, and the only one who can defend me now is Ron. Artest was up, but Ron. Artest has been Larry. Hughes's erratic movement was so big that he didn't expect me to pull towards the three-point line.

Shooting three-pointers is a last resort because three-pointers are too far away from the basket. The hit rate will be lower, but for me as long as there is an open space. Standing outside the three-point line, I watched the opponent's basket as wide as the ocean.

Michael. Jordan has passed the basketball. I turned around and jumped slightly, raised the basketball in my hands with both hands, and looked at Ron, who realized that he was missing. Artest pounced frantically, and I laughed in the air, a scornful smile.

Don't let me have a vacancy, if there is a vacancy, I will not miss a chance.

The basketball drilled into the basket in a perfect arc, and I leaned back to be pounced on by the muscular man Ron. Artest's outstretched hand touched my chest accidentally, and I can swear that his hand did accidentally touch my chest, but I decided to take advantage of his carelessness, and I raised my left hand to cover my chest, and my feet jumped back violently, with a pained expression on my face......

"Tick!" The referee's whistle sounded.

Ron. Artest stretched his hands forward, an inexplicable expression on his face, and then walked up to the referee in a few steps and argued loudly.

"I can see it very clearly, I believe in my eyes!" The referee put the whistle in his mouth again, ready to be the best if Ron. Artest offended him again and gave him a T.

Reggie. Miller grabbed Ron, who was a little furious. Artest, prevented things from sliding into the abyss of even more depravity......

I stood at the free throw line, took the basketball from the referee, patted it gently, spread my feet apart, gently dunked in, raised the basketball in my hand, held my breath, and gently pushed out the basketball in my hand.

I didn't feel good about the basketball shot, the shot just now was obviously a little lacking in force, and the basketball was obviously a little floating. Some are short.

"Rebound!" I yelled to remind Luis. Scola, Larry. Hughes et al.

But it's clear that the Wizards don't have a rebounder on the court at all. Scola is 2o6cm tall, but his thin body is simply unstable on the inside. Hughes is only 196 centimeters tall, and I have to rely on myself to grab rebounds.

The basketball hit the basket and fell down, and I struggled to take a step forward and try to get out of Jeff. Foster and Al. Harrington thrust in between the two men, but the two of them stubbornly blocked me behind me with their backs. I couldn't get into a good position, I had to jump hard past Jeff. Foster held out my arm. Hook it hard towards the basketball.

Lucky enough! Or so lucky, my fingers hooked the basketball. The basketball flew again under the strong action of several strands.

I fought hard against Jeff. Foster, squeezing him half out of the way, leaned his back against Al. Harrington, jumping hard again.

Thank God for giving me this body, which is not only powerful and second-class, but also much stronger than others in continuous jumping. I reached out my hands and clamped the basketball tightly in my hands before anyone else touched it. After that, he pushed his waist hard and pushed the basketball in his hand into the basket.

"Bang dang!" I hung up on the basket.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

As I dunked the basketball into the hoop, my left and right arms were lost to Jeff in no particular order. Foster and Al. Harrington gave two hard blows.

"Tick!" Mr. Referee blew the whistle again and committed another foul, but this time it was Jeff. Foster.

The arena was filled with boos. But I took it as a justification given to me by the Indiana, and let go of the basket with both hands. Hit the ground with both feet. I pounded my chest hard with my left hand, and I was beaten by Brad throughout the match. Miller, Jermaine. O'Neill, Ron. Artest's dissatisfaction with death.

"Well done! Kwame! "Michael. Jordan came up and high-fived me, complimenting me.

Louis with a shaved head. Scola ran up and slapped me the shoulder, Richard. Hamilton was laughing and Larry. Hughes jumped right on my back, and everyone on the Wizards' bench stood up and waved their towels in their hands.

"Beautiful! It's really beautiful! With this rebound, Kwame obviously has no chance. But he stood out from the encirclement, in the El. Harrington and Jeff. Foster put this rebound on his head, and then came with a big dunk! ”

"Michael. Jordan used to find many successors for himself, such as Grant. Hill, the media also gave Michael. Jordan has found a lot of successors, such as Kobe. Bryant, for example, Tracy. McGrady, no one has ever said Kwame. Brown is Michael. Jordan's successor. But I think Kwame . Brown is the real Michael. Jordan's successor. ”

"Yes, Kwame. Brown isn't like Jordan. Whether it's from the position they play, or their style of play. Their technique, Kwame. Brown didn't want Michael at all. Jordan, but I would say that among all of them, only Kwamei's temperament is the most like Jordan, his never-say-die spirit, his sharpest offense at critical moments, and his iron-blooded defense every second of the game, all make him very much like Michael. Jordan, of course, is very important to note that he is Michael. Jordan picked it himself, and it was Michael. Jordan was personally selected in the 2oo1 draft and taught him how to play basketball...... "Kenny. Smith spoke from the commentary seat.

"Kenny, you're wrong, you have to know that last summer it was me, the great Sir Charles, who personally went to Washington to teach Kwamay. Brown played, and all he had a qualitative breakthrough this season, without me, Kwame. Brown wouldn't have such a good look, you see, his dunk just now, obviously has the style of my ...... back then." Barkley kept putting gold on his face......

Pacers head coach Isaiah. Thomas couldn't sit still, he didn't call a timeout, but he took advantage of the dead ball to make a substitution. Miller and Jermaines. O'Neal was back on the court, and that was just 45 seconds into the fourth quarter.

"Boy, during the time I'm gone, you're very arrogant!" Brad. Miller spewed trash talk again.

I looked at Brad obliquely. Miller glanced at him, ignored him, and stood on the free throw line, ready to make a free throw.

"However, you can rest now, I tell you, I will prevent you from dying, I will defend you to death, you will not score another goal!" Brad. Miller said viciously.

The referee passed the basketball over, I received the basketball, patted it gently, lowered my head and kissed the basketball, then patted the basketball gently, took it in my hand, and raised it.

"You won't score the free throws this time, I swear, you don't even think about scoring a point in the back, I definitely want to keep you clean!" Brad. Miller was still muttering to himself.

The basketball shot out of my hand and fell into the basket in a perfect arc. O'Neill and Brad. Miller's team-up blocks the basket. This time, it was useless.

51:59

The Wizards led by eight points, the biggest margin of the game. The scales of victory gradually tipped in favor of the Wizards.

Tim. Hardaway took Jermaine. O'Neill's baseline ball. Slowly dribbling to the frontcourt, accompanied by the rhythm of his dribbling was the sky-high "Pacers, come on!" sounds.

I ignore Brad. Miller's stumbling trash talk, bent down earnestly, carried him aside, didn't let him interfere with my defense, and stared at Tim. Basketball in Hardaway's hands. Carefully observe the movements of the others around him.

Tim. Hardaway kept feints outside the three-point line, dribbling under his crotch, and making an emergency stop, but the old Michael. Jordan obviously didn't eat these feints, and his body was motionless and lay there, leaving Tim to the side. Hardaway was doing useless work.

Reggie. Miller was running like crazy. This time he managed to get rid of Richard. Hamilton. But he caught the basketball on the right side of the paint area, in Luis. Scola didn't make up for it in time and successfully threw the basketball in his hand.

53:59

There are still 6 points left in the difference.

Michael. Jordan slowly dribbled the basketball beyond the three-point line, and I kept moving in and out of the paint, but Brad. Miller followed me closely, his hands gripping my jersey the whole time, not letting me go a step away.

Michael. Jordan didn't have a good chance. He's going to come on his own and he first makes an abrupt stop with Tim. Hardaway snapped and then he dribbled the aging Tim with two crotch dribbles in a row. Hardaway shook off his center of gravity, and then he strode past Tim. Hardaway's defense, only check the basket.

Ron who has been dangling around me. Artest had to go to the defense of Thiem. After Hardaway's displacement, I finally lost an obstacle in my life.

Ron. Artest's bravery did not intimidate Michael. Jordan, Michael. Jordan took a step sideways to the left and pulled it lightly to the left. Dodged Ron. Artest's outstretched right hand nudged the basketball with one hand. The fiery red elf from Ron. Artest burrowed under his armpit.

Michael. Jordan's ball was passed comfortably, and the ball bounced right on my chest after hitting the ground. I caught the ball and hit Brad hard with my ass. Miller, holding the ball in both hands, turned his body around and made a vicious look on his face, with his right foot down a little and his body slightly pulled upward, making a strong dunk.

Several figures had already flown into the air, and Brad. Miller in front, Jermaines. O'Neill was in the back, and Ron was in the back. Artest was at my side, and the three of them held me firmly in the middle, jumping up and down.

It's a pity that I didn't jump, I've already suffered too many losses like this in the first three quarters, and it's not once or twice that I've been attacked by their three-man basket. I've found a way to deal with them.

I retracted my body that was about to jump and held the ball in my left hand from Jermaine. O'Neill and Brad. Miller passed the basketball in the gap.

Larry. Hughes was there, and the muscular future steal king took the ball and jumped high and poured the basketball into the basket. Jermaine, who has been guarding me to the death. O'Neill, Brad. Miller, Ron. Artest put all his attention on me and they completely forgot about Larry. Hughes is also a well-known muscular man, a well-known jumping man.

53:61

The Wizards stretched the score to 8 points again. Thomas yelled loudly from the sidelines, reminding them to be defensive and to be aware of defending the rest of the Wizards. But that's just a matter of waiting for the next round.

"You're scared! You're already scared! You don't dare to go 1-on-1, am I right? "Brad. Miller kept whispering in my ear.

I didn't speak, I replied to his trash with a hard bang.

"You are physically strong, but your courage is too small, you have psychological problems, you must be a psychopath, let me think about what kind of mental illness you have? Well! That's it, you must have changed to sexism syndrome, although you have a man's body, but you have always been a woman in your heart, you don't dare this, you don't dare to do that, your heart is completely a woman...... "Brad. Miller's fragmented thoughts became less and less disagreeable.

I'm crazy and I'm called Brad by this. Miller's dick was going crazy, and I turned my head and yelled, "You're only a fucking woman, your whole fucking family is a woman!" ”

"Aren't you a woman, so why did you pass the ball just now? Why don't you dare to single me? Why don't you dare to 1-on-1 with me? You're afraid of losing to me, aren't you? You must be afraid of losing to me, you are afraid, it is all women who are afraid, only women are afraid, you are a woman through and through, no wonder Chauncey. Billups said you only have 2 minutes at a time, he is putting gold on your face, as a woman, how can you do it? Even, I see, you're a fucking gay......" Brad. Miller deliberately showed a look of sudden realization.

I know Isaiah. The "army of bad boys" of Thomas's time was shameless, but I didn't think of Isaiah. Thomas's apprentice could have been so shameless, Brad. Miller kept saying that he wanted to fight me alone, but when did he go head-to-head with me, as soon as I got the ball, three people came to defend me, at least two people, and they used 1 to 1 against me.

I'm really angry, I really want to beat him up, but this is in the game, and once I fucking beat him, this game is not going to be compared.

I gritted my teeth, tried to calm my anger, and when my breath calmed down a little, I turned my head and said:

"One-on-one, am I dreaming, or are you dreaming? What the fuck did you just do one-on-one? Even if it's 1-on-1 and you beat me, many years later, you can say to your children, 'I beat Kwame. Brown! 'But what about me?' What do I say to my child? I said, 'I beat Brad. Miller! They'll ask, 'Which Brad. Miller'"

Yes! In the future, do I have to find them a Baidu Encyclopedia and let them take a look at this Brad. Miller's profile? (……)

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