Chapter 232: Get him out of the game

Paul Gasol is the pride of Spain, but as a white man, he has natural technical advantages in the penalty area, but his strength still has a certain disadvantage compared to me. Although he defended me well in the first few matches in this game, now I am angry, my mother wants to crush him into pieces with her strength.

Jason Williams hung the ball high to Paul Gasol. After Paul Gasol took the ball with his back, he turned halfway, took a step to the left, hit me with his shoulder, and then dribbled the ball under the basket.

This is Anthony Walker's favorite offensive method. At first, it makes people think it was a low-level single, and then it uses a quick breakthrough to eliminate the opponent.

The power in movement is always small. Although Paul Gasol used his breastfeeding power to hit me, for me who was prepared, it was almost like tickling.

I turned around quickly, and the physical fitness that Michael Jordan looked at was fully revealed at this moment.

"ah!"

Paul Gasol shouted, jumped high, holding my arm that was stretched out to cover with his left hand, and hooking the basketball to the basket with a hook with his right hand.

The basketball hit the inside of the basket and bounced in.

Paul Gasol clenched his fists and roared at me loudly! What responded to him was a cheer in the stadium, and his name that was elongated by DJ.

I must admit one thing, I can't do the technical moves Paul Gasol just now, and maybe I'm about the same breakthrough, but I can't do the hook under such a tight defense.

I still have a lot to learn in terms of technology, but Paul Gasol is not my opponent even if he learns it for a few hundred years.

As soon as I arrived at the frontcourt, I started to intersperse, moving around in the penalty area, and strolled around in the penalty area from time to time. Paul Gasol, who was facing me, could only keep running around with me.

Running requires physical energy. Not every center will take five kilometers of cross-country every morning during the holidays. After Paul Gasol was walking by me for two or three times, he was a little unable to keep up.

What does it mean to "take his life while he is sick?" Every word his ancestor said makes sense.

When I ran to the penalty area again, I stopped urgently. Paul Gasol behind me hit my back hard. Then I sat back hard, "Mr. Soft Egg" Comrade Paul Gasol was knocked back by my butt.

If Chauncey Billups' pass can't be reached at this time, then he is not the legendary halibut.

The ball arrived, an air relay, not fancy, no skill, but violent enough! Everyone on the Wizards' bench was waving the towel in their hands, shouting, and against the backdrop of booing in the stadium, I was satisfied enough.

I looked back at Paul Gasol, who was standing at the basket with his hands on his hips and looked unwilling to accept it, and said lightly: "Although you are very good and I respect you very much, you are still far away!"

"I will defeat you! I will definitely!" Paul Gasol's gritting teeth came from behind, and his voice was full of reluctance.

Paul Gasol is asking for the ball! Jason Williams is hesitating because he has seen me defending in place. Even if Paul Gasol can receive the ball, the possibility of his scoring is very small. However, Espanyol is the new boss of this team and the bear king of the Grizzlies, and he has to obey the boss's command.

The most taboo thing in marching and fighting is indecision. Although basketball games are not as cruel as marching wars, the consequences of indecision are the same.

Chauncey Billups slapped the basketball that kept bouncing under the white chocolate hand, and the basketball escaped Jason Williams' control.

Jason Williams quickly turned his back and tried to protect the basketball, but he blocked Chauncey Billups who were entangled with him. He did not defend Caron Butler on the other side.

Caron Butler used his hand to pick up the basketball, sent it forward, and walked away and ran towards the front court.

The people chasing the defense fell far behind, and everyone could only watch Caron Butler runs to the basket, jumps high, and a very beautiful windmill slam dunk comes.

Caron Butler shouted and ran to the backcourt. He was greeted by my hot chest, and a chest-hitting ceremony celebrated his layup.

Jason Williams must know where the problem lies, but these mistakes were recorded in his head. When he dribbled the ball to the frontcourt again, he ignored Paul Gasol's hand and asked for the ball.

"Paul! It seems that you are not the boss in the team yet! You are not the boss, and there is still a little difference between you, the person who is a big boss!" I kept saying trash words, hurting the Spaniard who was squeezed aside by me.

"It doesn't matter whether the boss is the boss, as long as you can defeat you!" Paul Gasol gritted his teeth, looking very ambitious and pursuing.

"You can't even get the ball, and you still want to beat me, you don't have a fever, right? A second-rate player still wants to beat me! You're so fucking dreaming!" I continued to spray trash words that belittle Paul Gasol.

Don’t talk badly, but this is part of the game and an indispensable part of the game. Sometimes he will make his opponent lose his mind and make some very irrational actions.

When Paul Gasol heard me say he was a second-rate player, his eyes turned green, his two eyes widened, and he shouted, "What did you say?" He said that, and turned around and wanted to confront me.

The two of them were close together, but he turned around and was a little anxious. My body and I rubbed together like that, and the tall Mr. Gasol just blocked the referee's gaze.

I fell backwards! I fell backwards in three consecutive steps.

The whistle sounds!

foul!

The referee pointed at Paul Gasol and signaled him to push someone to foul. Paul Gasol, who was already angry, was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he shouted to the referee: "Sir, did you see that I fouled? Have you seen it clearly? I didn't foul!"

"I can see clearly that you made a foul on the push!" the referee replied.

"Which eye did you see me pushing people? He fell down by himself..." Paul Gasol was anxious!

drop!

Another whistle!

This time it was a technical foul!

Paul Gasol's face turned green.

"What? Foul? Paul didn't foul? There was no movement on his hands! Although he had physical contact with Kwame Brown, it was obviously within a reasonable range of collision! Let's take a look at the slow motion back defense... Ah! There was no foul! Ah! The referee yelled Paul Gasol again for a technical foul. What happened to Paul today? Why is he so uneasy? How could he argue with the referee..." The Grizzlies' home commentator kept shouting...

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Chapter completed!