Chapter 203: Mutombo is exhausted

DiBocken Mutombo's appearance immediately reversed the situation. He and Kenyon Martin's inside line complement each other with one offense and one defense, immediately allowing the Nets to no longer have too many disadvantages in the inside line, but it is obvious that they do not have the advantage. The combination of Carlos Boozer and I is not worse than them. When we replace Christian Letterner, the former All-Star, we still have a little advantage. After all, Christian Letterner's many years of experience in NBA are not in vain, and his defense is many times stronger than Carlos Boozer.

Playing inside! Deakinbe Mutombo is exhausted!

This is Doug Collins' tactic. As long as Dickenbe Mutombo is defeated, the Nets' defensive system will collapse.

I received the basketball again and tried the strength of the guy behind me who was enough to be my uncle. I knew his strength was completely out of reach.

I sat back hard, dribbled the ball, and pushed back step by step. His strength was obviously not as strong as mine. Although he tried his best to stop it, the duel in full force left him without any advantage.

However, Deakinbe Mutombo is a superstar, not a third-rate center like Aaron Williams. Although he retreated step by step, he still firmly stuck in the main position, preventing me from turning around and dunking smoothly.

Richard Jefferson rushed over, which was arranged by Nets head coach Byron Scott, but Richard Jefferson's pounce gave Larry Hughes enough space behind him.

I jumped up, jumped high, not for shooting, but for passing the ball. I uploaded the basketball from Richard Jefferson's head. Larry Hughes received the basketball and before Carey Kittles came over to Richard Hamilton. There was no one within a meter around Richard Hamilton.

Richard Hamilton did not hesitate at all, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc into the basket.

The Nets serve quickly, and the Wizards have not yet fully stood up, Kidd has already dribbled the ball.

I stood firmly under the basket, disturbing Kenyon Martin's empty cut shot.

The ball didn't make the ball, but the rebound was snatched by Jason Kidd.

Fast attack turned into positional warfare.

Jefferson was slipping on the bottom line, Kyrie Kitels was moving towards a 45-degree angle, Kenyon Martin kept interspersing inside and outside the paint area, and Jason Kidd was dribbling on the outside, looking for a fatal opportunity for the strike.

I was fighting with Deakinbe Mutombo, and I was very smart at this time. He understood his weakness. As long as I tried my best, this guy would dodge and change another position. I was so angry that I almost bit the teeth.

I have to say that the Nets' outside combination is really amazing. Richard Jefferson uses the continuous cover of Kenyon Martin and Carey Kittles to let him face me directly.

He didn't have the ball in his hand, but I knew there would be a ball in his hand. I stepped a step and blocked Richard Jefferson's way.

The ball came to his hand, and he jumped up to me, raised the basketball with his right hand, pulled his body into a bow shape, and shouted: "Kill the Wizards!"

He is going to humiliate me, he is going to be dunked by someone else!

I'm very calm! I know I must be calm at this time.

I stood firmly outside the reasonable collision zone, and I patiently waited for the arrival of the fierce collision. I knew I was standing in advance. As long as he touched me, he would be an offensive foul! Absolutely! I don’t need to do anything to block, as long as he touched me, as long as I fell back in time!

I lay on the ground!

The referee's whistle sounded!

Richard Jefferson, who was celebrating wildly, was stunned!

Offensive foul!

There was a booing sound just now

I am no longer a rookie. As a center, the rookie who was bullied by the N-strong men during the holidays learned enough experience from them.

Defense is not just blocking and rebounding. A reasonable position stuck can turn your so-called fancy offenses into a ball of shit!

Don’t say that this is a fraudulent foul, this is a reasonable rule of use! This is the most labor-saving way of playing. There is no need to work hard, and the effect will be better. At least I have to pay two penalty goals!

It's already the last one. Both teams have already passed 4 fouls, so I'll make a free throw!

I stood on the free throw line, quietly waiting for the referee's whistle. The stadium was silent. Only Deakinbe Mutombo's thick breathing sound was heard. This old guy was no longer able to do it!

The first penalty was won.

In the second penalty, I winked at Christian Letterner. Christian Letterner, who had been working closely with him for a long time, immediately knew what I wanted to do.

I smashed the basketball hard on the basket, and several long men rushed forward to grab it, but it was obvious that they ran away in the wrong position.

Christian Leitner grabbed the rebound!

But the Nets' reaction was also quick, and Richard Jefferson got involved.

The ball reached the outside line and replaced Chauncey Billups with Michael Jordan, starting to dribble slowly, looking for the Nets' defensive loopholes!

I blocked Deakinbe Mutombo behind me, and Chauncey Billups' ball passed by in time again.

I sat down again, carrying the basketball on my strong back and moving my fat butt towards the paint area with Mutombo.

Deakinbe Mutombo pressed his big elbow against my waist and tried to push me hard, but it was useless. Although my strength was not as good as the big shark O'Neal, it was definitely not something that Deakinbe Mutombo, the old African mountain, could compete with.

Finally, I reached the basket, and I turned around halfway, holding the ball in both hands and dunked again with a ruthless dunk, a merciless dunk.

Deakinbe Mutombo stretched out his slender right arm from my side and headed hard towards the basketball racket in my hand. Although he lost his position, Deakinbe Mutombo's super long arm span made him still threaten my dunk, which was his capital to be proud of the basket.

The basketball was shot by Deakinbe Mutombo, and the basketball escaped from my control and bounced open when it hit the ring.

I landed on the ground, and hit Deakinbe Mutombo, who was still pestering his back, jumped up again and grabbed the basketball flying in the air.

Dibeken Mutombo was still stuck in the position behind me, and Kenyon Martin rushed over as if he was flying.

I turned halfway, fought to the left and then to the right, clearing out a small gap for my forced slam dunk, then jumped up high, poured my hands into the basket with both hands.

drop!

The referee's whistle sounded!

The referee made a gesture of hitting someone with a heavy shoulder, and I was fouled!

But I smiled!

Deakinbe Mutombo lay on the ground!

He has cramps!

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Chapter completed!