I wandered inside, Jamal Tinsley, who replaced Tony Parker, was changing to dribble on the outside. He was a street ball, and basketball seemed to be stuck in his hands, and the movement of footsteps and the arrangement of flowers from time to time gave people an artistic enjoyment. I think only Tim Hardaway can perfectly combine ball control and speed to such a level. If Jamal Tinsley was not too short, I believe he would have achieved the same height as Tim Hardaway.

I kept wandering inside, and suddenly ran like the outside. Chris Mim habitually followed me to the outside. The inside was not strong in defense. As soon as Chris Mim pulled towards the outside, it immediately became empty. I stopped quickly and turned around and ran towards the paint area.

Jamal Tinsley is a very good point guard. Although his passes are not as superb as Steve Nash, he has reached a very high level, at least much better than Tyrone Ru.

The ball is already in the air, I have jumped up. This is my time to be brilliant. I have already figured out what kind of dunks to use. It will definitely be violent and aesthetic.

My hand had already touched the basketball. I was about to grab the basketball firmly and made a very violent tomahawk dunk. A huge force suddenly came from my right, and I moved the few centimeters to the left. The basketball flew up again, away from my control.

I landed on the ground, staggering and finally balanced my center of gravity. I was about to look back and see who was so fucked, but I actually used a foul to stop my attack. Then a big man in a Wizards uniform fell to the bottom line and remembered the group.

"The inside is empty, Jamal Tinsley passes the ball, is this going to be an all-time catch? Ha... Kwame Brown and Brandon Haywood collided. They are worthy of being a teammate of the Wizards. The idea is exactly the same. Both of them tried to have an all-time catch dunk, and the timing of taking off was almost the same. Unfortunately, there was only one basketball on the court, and they grabbed it together, and a great civil war that had never been seen in the NBA rookie game..." Charles Barker used rich language to describe this collision, wasting more saliva than the various slam dunks just now.

"Kenny, guess what action do they use to dunk if they are all-in?" Charles Barkley asked Kenny Smith.

"Ha, Kwame Brown has some physical conditions. I think his dunk is relatively better. Maybe he will use a more fancy 180-degree windmill dunk..."

"You think he is Vince Carter! Kwame's bounce is good, but his size is too big, and this kind of dunk is simply a fantasy for him!"

"Get a powerful dunk from Daryl Dawkins and smash the rebound by the way, making second-year head coach Billy Cningham feel sad!"

"Ha, although Daryl Dawkins is now Kwame Brown's assistant coach, you don't really think the rebounding quality is the same as 20 years ago! You'll lose those scientists in this way!"

"Ha, but what do you think Kwame and Brandon will use to dunk?"

"I guess neither of them can be deducted, so they lost it..."

"Ha...you're playing tricks!"

Everyone laughed, and now DJ is laughing, and the commentary is laughing intermittently.

It was Brandon Haywood! My Wizards teammates, both of us wanted to have an aerial call, but we jumped up almost without knowing each other.

Darrell Dawkins knew that he was leaning back and forth, and Chuck Daly bent over with a smile. He remembered that he needed a substitution when the referee signaled that the game was about to continue.

Brandon Haywood and I were replaced and the first-year team started playing in a small roster.

Brandon Haywood and I sat on the bench, weeping, and then we both laughed.

What's this all? It's so fucking fucking. It's not from the same team. It's still forgiven for such a situation. We both have been playing together for nearly half a year, and we can't be familiar with each other anymore. This is really fucking hell.

The game continued, and the main substitute kept rotating on the court, but whether it was the main or the substitute, only those who could dunk and play well could have more time to stay on the court. Paul Gasol went on the court and then was replaced by AK47 from Russia, and sat on the bench in depressed. The big man was not popular in such a game unless you have the funny talent like the Big Shark O'Neal.

The game entered the fourth quarter in 3 minutes, and the score was 115:114. In the match between you and me, the first-year rookie was temporarily leading by one point. The main substitutes of the two teams have already been rotated for several laps. Everyone showed several sides on the court, scored points, and everyone was very happy.

But the last moment has arrived and the game has begun to become fierce. After all, no one is willing to lose.

Chuck Daly replaced Paul Gasol and me, working for the final victory with Andrey Kirilenko, Jason Richardson, and Jamal Tinsley.

The second graders were left with Chris Mime, Kenyon Martin, Dalius Myers, Desmond Mason and Mike Miller.

Jamal Tinsley dribbled on the outside, Mike Miller was defending, and there was no chance. Jason Richardson came out to pick-and-roll, Jamal Tinsley wiped in. Desmond Mason, who was originally defending Jason Richardson, quickly ran over to defend Jamal Tinsley. Jamal Tinsley was only 183 cm tall, and the owner was unable to match the flexibility. With a slap in his hand, the basketball fell between Jamal Tinsley's two feet, and was already behind Desmond Mason when he bounced up. Jamal Tinsley received the ball and took off, and a standard shooting posture. Dalius Miles, who was closest to Jamal Tinsley, did not even come in a hurry to extend his palm to interfere.

I knocked Chris Meim to the side and firmly occupied the position under the basket. This was the last critical moment of the game, and this was not the third quarter. Although Michael Jordan repeatedly told him to be careful not to be injured, no one was willing to lose.

The basketball bounced on the basket, and I jumped high, grabbed the basketball with both hands, turned around and saw Jason Richardson in the open space. I used my wrist to pass the ball to Jason Richardson.

No one was defending, Jason Richardson calmly caught the ball, raised his arm, and shot out the basketball in his hand.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc and fell steadily into the basket

Chuck Daly signaled to expand the outside defense, Jamal Tinsley, Jason Richardson, Andre Kirirenko had to expand outward when defending, and Paul Gasol and I had to protect the basket.

Mike Miller was targeted by Jamal Tinsley as soon as the halfway point. Mike Miller had to pass the ball. Desmond Mason received the ball without hesitation. Seeing that Kenyon Martin was already cutting in the air, the ball was immediately sent comfortably to Kenyon Martin's route. Martin jumped up with the ball in one hand while stepping on the sideline of the paint area. Paul Gasol was facing Kenyon Martin, which was extremely unfavorable in defense. He didn't have enough time to deal with what was about to happen. His turning speed was really a little slow.

I was a little far away, but I still jumped up as much as I could. I tried my best to straighten my waist, stretched my arms, and slapped my palms at the fiery red elf.

"Bang!"

The ball didn't hit, I hit Kenyon Martin's wrist, which was very powerful. Kenyon Martin's slam dunk was a little shorter, dunked on the basket, and the basketball fell down.

"Drop!" The referee's whistle sounded, and he made a foul and made a free throw twice.

I stood by the paint area, waiting for Kenyon Martin's free throw when I suddenly heard a familiar voice shouting from behind: "Come on, Kaume!"

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Chapter completed!