The game changed its direction at the moment of unimaginable moment. The Wizards no longer gave the Supersonics any chance, and the score began to grow bigger and bigger. At the end of the third quarter, the Wizards had already led by 19 points. The fourth quarter had just started for 3 minutes, and the score difference had widened to 23 points. The game started to enter garbage time.

"Kaome, after you go up, you have the opportunity to play low singles, do you understand?" Doug Collins said [.]

"Be confident! It doesn't matter if you make mistakes! We are already ahead of the big score!" said Christian Letterner.

"Don't be afraid! As you trained before!" said Michael Jordan

Garbage time, but not my garbage time. Doug Collins once again let me play, but this time I am the main attacker, and the whole team will pull me away and let me attack alone. Doug Collins is preparing to cultivate my low post ability in actual combat.

The Wizards' roster became: me, Jenhdi White, Hubert Davis, Courtney Alexander, Chris Whitney.

The Supersonics are pure substitutes: Olumid Odeger, Vladimir Radmanovich, Randy Livingston, Earl Watson. It's obvious that the Supersonics have given up on the game.

I leaned against Olumid Odeger, squeezed his position hard, stretched my arms and asked Chris Whitney for a high hanging! The ball fell into my hand, and I turned my body to the left with the toe of my left foot as the axis.

Olumede Odeje reacted quickly, and he moved his footsteps quickly, trying to stop my attack. I turned back again with the toe of my left foot as the axis. I could clearly feel him in the contact part of my body. Olumede Odeje's center of gravity moved back, not only moved back, but also moved to the other side, and he tried to stop me from attacking from the other side.

I won't be what he wanted, I turned left again, Olumede Odeja completely lost his position, I beat the basketball hard, took a big step, and I entered the paint area. I jumped up and a dunk solved the battle.

This time, I scored 9 points for myself in the low singles. I felt that I was doing almost very standard in receiving the ball or turning around. I was very excited. I curled up my arms and showed my biceps to the audience. There was a booing sound on the spot. This was away! There was no way. Although I felt that my biceps were beautiful! Very manly! Very manly!

The substitutes are hard-working. Although it is garbage time for many people, it is their performance moment for these substitutes. As long as they can perform well during these times, they will be promoted, get a big contract, and even consider the championship. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. The substitutes are no exception.

The Supersonics were made by Vladimir Radmanovich, who made a mid-range shot with a cold shot. Vladimir Radmanovich, born in 1980, is a rookie this year, and is in the same grade as me. He is a black man who has not yet disbanded. His physical condition is not as good as me, but his skills are absolutely nothing to say. The soft feel makes people full of envy, jealousy and hatred. These are the characteristics of European players.

I once again played Olumede Odeja alone on my back, almost in the same position. I kept turning around with my left toe as the axis, almost knocking Olumede Odeja out of sight, and then got the round with an easy mid-range shot.

Today should be my lucky day. I kept moving forward on the stage provided by Michael Jordan, and even Elvin Hayes on the commentary stage was clamoring for Kwame Brown to make rapid progress.

I kept tormenting Olumid Odeje in the inside, hitting basketball on his head three times in a row. I was very happy, and my heart was filled with joy. I wasted almost no effort. Just by relying on my steps, I easily swung past Olumid Odeje and easily broke through the opponent's defense. My heart was full of joy. I put my right hand on my ear and listened to the booing from the stands. But the booing sounded so exciting to me.

The head coach of the Supersonics called a timeout. Although it was garbage time now, he obviously didn't want to lose too miserably.

I wiped my sweat with a towel, and took a few big sips of water handed over by Bobby Simmons. I didn't feel thirsty when I was running on the court just now. I paused and felt that I was really thirsty.

"After the timeout, the supersonics will definitely strengthen their defense against Kwame. Kwame pays attention to passing the ball to the outside, and combines the inside and outside, and does not blindly play alone. Do you understand?" Doug Collins kept analyzing the opponent's moves and kept telling me what to do.

"When doing the movement, you should pay attention to using your own strength appropriately and hit it first, so that you can better deceive the other party..." Steve Kate kept reminding me of the key points of the movement.

Standing on the court again, I was still full of confidence. The three balls I just played cannot be said to be perfect, but they were definitely very beautiful. They completely used their steps and had no strength. If I used strength, I believe I would do better. I believe that I will have a more beautiful attack in the next game! I clenched my fists! I firmly believed that I could do it.

The Supersonics did not substitute, but were still a group of substitutes on the court.

I leaned against Olumid Odger and pushed him hard towards the basket, which was very deep. Chris Whitney seized the opportunity to hang the ball to me. I held Odger with the back half of my left shoulder, held the ball with both hands, and hit it back hard, then quickly turned to the left with the toe of my left foot as the axis.

Odejay's body was pushed back by my strength, but he quickly adjusted, and the center of gravity moved, blocking my positive breakthrough. I quickly turned to the right again. It was obvious that Odejay did not move anymore. I turned 360 degrees and raised my arm. I was going to end this attack with a mid-range shot.

I turned straight, facing the basket, but I couldn't make any moves. A green figure was tightly pressed in front of me, very close, and I couldn't make the right moves at all.

It was Vladimir Radmanovich! The moment I turned around, he quietly pressed over without a trace of sound, pressing me tightly with his body.

Whether in training or in the game, this is the first time that two people have come to defend me when attacking at low posts. Vladimir Radmanovic leaned forward and pressed me tightly. I couldn't make the right move at all. The center of gravity was on my left foot. I couldn't use my strength to break out of a gap. My right foot couldn't find a suitable fulcrum, and I unconsciously landed behind me. Then my left foot was lifted up...

"Ding!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and he was in violation of the rules and exchanged ball rights.

The Supersonics attacked the frontcourt, and Randy Livingston broke through the inside and scored two points.

Chris Whitney handed the ball into my hands again. I used my footsteps to play singles in a low position. I hit it first, then turned left, and then turned right 360 degrees. Radmanovich once again stood in the right position, and I turned left again, but Olumid Odger blocked my way forward and remained motionless.

The ball was lost, and the basketball was stolen by Shamond Williams as he was spinning around.

I stood in the paint area, with my hands on my hips, watching Radmanovic's layup, quietly, thinking nothing, just watching, and scenes flashed in front of me: The center can't hold the ball for too long...

Wizards, substitution, I was replaced! Doug Collins was depressed because he was afraid that my self-confidence would be greatly hit.
Chapter completed!