Chapter 173 This is the playoffs!

Injury is always angering. Fortunately, I was just skin trauma. Although I was a little dizzy at the time, it did not cause much consequences, so my anger was relatively limited, but there was still a trace of anger buried in my heart.

Fifteen minutes later, I appeared on the sidelines, and the score on the field became 50:52, and the Wizards were 2 points behind.

Dead ball! Wizards substitution!

Doug Collins will replace me with Itan Thomas.

Itan Thomas clapped me on the sidelines and said, "Kaome! I've held it back! Look at you! Don't let us down!"

I nodded solemnly. This game carries everyone's hope. This is the first home game of the Washingtons' playoffs in so many years. Not only fans, but all players hope to win such a special game at their doorstep. I also hope to win this game.

"Leave it to me!" I said affirmatively, and I turned my wrist guards to the most comfortable position and walked onto the court firmly.

Now the main players are fighting each other, and Ben Wallace, the four-foul guy, was also put on the court! I walked past Christian Letterner, and Letterner suddenly grabbed me and said in a low voice:

"The referee seems to be relaxing in the judgment standard. He didn't even swear or not just slap some fouls, so pay attention to it yourself!"

I nodded!

After standing up, he shouted, "Score this ball and tie the score!" After that, I tried hard to compete with Ben Wallace for the position.

"Boy! You are not Jordan. If you want to score, you are still 10,000 years away!" Ben Wallace glared and pressed against me tightly.

I stopped talking nonsense with him, turned around and ran backwards to the three-point line to do a pick-and-roll for Chauncey Billups.

Chauncey Billups caught the continuous pick-and-roll and cover of Christian Letterner, and staggered out of the Pistons' defense.

Christian Letterner and I quickly squeezed into the basket, trying to grab the possible frontcourt rebound.

Courtney Alexander blocked Jerry Starkhouse and Richard Hamilton faced Collins Williams who were flying over from one side and bravely shot out the basketball in his hand.

The basketball hit the basket, Ben Wallace and I jumped up together in hand-to-hand combat. In the air, I could feel that the elastic muscles on our bodies were slightly bounced open. This may be the moment with the greatest space between us.

My left hand was enough to the basketball, and Ben Wallace's right hand was enough to the basketball. Both palms touched the basketball almost at the same time. The basketball flew straight into the air again under the action of our palms.

There are countless talented people in this world, and it is obvious that there are many talented people in this alliance. I need to admit it and must admit it a fact: Ben Wallace does not belong to me in terms of strength or bounce. What he is worse than me is his open height.

Ben Wallace and I jumped up at the same time again, and the basketball was slapped into the air by our palms again, but this time the basketball turned slightly toward me, and my height was greatly increased.

When I took off for the third time, the basketball was finally controlled by me. But when I was about to take off again and dunk the basketball towards the basket, I felt a shadow covering my head!

My palm was slapped hard, and the balls in my hands were slapped far and far away. Then the person in the air hit me hard, and I was knocked to the ground, and the figure treated me as a human seat cushion and sat on me.

It's Clifford Robinson!

I pushed Clifford Robinson, who was sitting on me, stood up, waved his fists and wanted to beat him up, cursing: "You don't want to live anymore!"

Christian Letterner hugged me and shouted in my ear: "He did it on purpose! He wanted to irritate you on purpose! Don't be fooled! Don't be fooled!"

Richard Hamilton immediately shouted a timeout! There was booing in the stadium!

"Mr. Referee! This is a malicious foul! This should be expelled! Kwame Brown was maliciously hit by him while holding the ball. This is a second-level malicious foul!"

Richard Hamilton and Chauncey Billups kept complaining around the referee!

"Mr. Referee, I was threatened. You must have heard Kwame Brown's words just now. He threatened me: I don't want to live anymore! I think you should be punished severely! I must be punished severely! Otherwise, this game will definitely turn into a fight. You must know Kwame Brown has a criminal record!"

If this is not a game, if Christian Letterner did not hug me, I swear I would definitely beat this bastard to death! He did it on purpose! It must have been intentional to arouse my anger and drive me out as soon as possible! Then completely smash the Wizards' defense into a sieve.

This must have been arranged by Rick Chris. He knew that although I was a little unconfident, I had a very bad temper, so he arranged for Zelco, Rebraca, Clifford, Robinson and others to constantly commit malicious fouls on me, constantly arousing my anger and completely losing control.

Do everything! You can think of all the tricks like this! If Christian Letterner hadn't been cunning, I would have really been hit this time! The Wizards would have definitely suffered another miserable defeat!

Doug Collins replaced me, Itan Thomas was replaced again, and I was warned by the referee, and Clifford Robinson gave me a technical foul. But when I saw him walking down the field with a smug smile, my lungs were almost irritated!

Rick Chris was squeezing Clifford Robinson, and Rick Chris was laughing so sweet, they were completely premeditated!

I sat on the bench, staring straight at the Pistons' bench, Rick Chris, Clifford Robinson, Zelco Rebraca, I want to remember these people firmly, I swear I will make them look good and I will make them regret it!

Maybe my murderous aura is too strong, or maybe Michael Jordan cares too much about me. Michael Jordan asked someone to push the wheelchair and he blocked my gaze from looking at the Pistons bench.

"Are you angry? Or can't figure it out?" Michael Jordan looked at me expressionlessly.

"But this is the playoffs!" Michael Jordan said slowly.

"For victory, all methods can be adopted! As long as the rules allow, all methods can be done, angering you and destroying you, and they are allowed! As long as they can win!"


Chapter completed!