Chapter 242 Christian, come on

"Christian suffered a knee injury during the game against the Grizzlies and will have a knee arthroscopic surgery tomorrow in New York. The Wizards brought a headband to pray for Christian. I hope Christian will recover soon. We are here to wish Christian a success in the surgery tomorrow and return to the stadium as soon as possible. In recent years, he has been used to his running on the stadium. I haven't seen him in these games, and I'm not used to it.&*..com's fastest update **" Kevin Yang said before the opening.

"Yes! Christian has brought a lot of changes to the team. His defense and his offense are extremely threatening. We have to admit that if it weren't for injury, Christian would have become a superstar! But I feel that the current costumes of the Wizards are even more interesting!" Elvin Hayes said with a playful look on his face.

"What does it mean?" Kevin Yang asked with a look of surprise.

"Don't you think it's more ornamental to wear a red headband on the whole team? Is it very shocking when I look at it?" Elvin Hayes said with a smile.

"It's a bit! Everyone dresses the same, giving people a uniform feeling. I don't think it's a bit military!" Kevin Yang said

"Yes! All of them wore red headbands, and they felt like a red head army!" said Elvin Hayes.

"Red-headed Army! I'm! This name is very good!"

Red Heads! This is the first title given to this team that Kevin Young and Elvin Hayes later became famous, and since then the Red Heads began to conquer.

Pistons!

The old enemy who swept the Wizards out of the first round of the playoffs last season. Because of my sudden appearance, Chauncey Billups and Richard Hamilton, who should have appeared in the Pistons lineup this season, were all left with the Wizards. Their point guards had to continue to let Chucky Atkins start, and Joe Dumas had to continue to endure Jerry Starkhouse, who had always had to fire unlimitedly!

However, the Pistons' strength has not diminished this year. General Manager Joe Dumas first recalled the No. 38 pick they selected in 2001, Memit Oku, who was 211 cm inches, from the Timberwolves to Hubert Davis, a three-point shooter who was once driven away by Michael Jordan from the Wizards. Then they won one of the five future generals, Tayshoen Prince, with the No. 23 draw in this year's draft. They already have the foundation to win the championship! They won 12 games in the first 17 games of the season and lost only five games. Although there was no amazing winning streak, they won steadily and could win the games they should win.\\.com Start\\\

I had a brief exchange with Hubert Davis on the field with my red headband. He seemed to be a little tired of it, but he was helpless. When talking about the party last year, we both sighed.

Reminiscing the past is short-lived, and confrontation is the eternal topic.

When I slapped the basketball to Chauncey Billups, my spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, and I was filled with strength. I shouted in my heart that I would use victory to bless Christian Letterner's surgery tomorrow.

I'll play the first ball!

I pushed Ben Wallace, who was entangled with me, to the side with one shoulder, received a pass from Chauncey Billups, turned to the right half, shaking Ben Wallace's center of gravity, and then quickly turned left, took a step back, jumped high, and shot the basketball in his hand!

I felt very good today. When I was practicing, I made 8 consecutive shots. I felt that I was in great shape today.

Chucky Atkins handed the basketball over halfway through the game to Jerry Starkhouse.

Although Jerry Starkhouse has various problems, it is undeniable that he is at his peak now. Now he can break through anyone's defense. When he advances quickly, he sways Richard Hamilton's center of gravity, and then a quick disguise directly wipes Richard Hamilton's defense.

Carlos Boozer, who replaced Christian Leitner, had some problems when moving sideways, and he didn't come to make up for the defense. Jerry Starkhouse went directly to the basket and jumped high, hoping for a thunderous dunk!

I'm not fighting alone! I've always believed so, I believe Christian Letterner has always been by my side.

I slapped Ben Wallace behind me, then jumped high, jumped high from the unruly Jerry Starkhouse, stretched out my right hand, and covered the basketball that Jerry Starkhouse was holding with one hand.

Jerry Starkhouse, who was originally pulling away and preparing to dunk vigorously, was slapped by my slap and fell backwards like a broken bow!

"Cristian, come on!" I yelled with my feet on the ground, clenched my fists with both hands.

My voice echoed throughout the noisy court.

After a moment, the entire stadium was filled with voices of "Cristian, come on!", and more than 18,000 fans in the stadium were responding to my shouts.

"From Kwame Brown's heart-wrenching voice, we can hear his heartache. One of his best friends, Christian Letterner, is lying on the hospital bed. He will undergo knee arthroscopy tomorrow. Even if the surgery is successful, he is likely to never stand on the court again. This is the biggest sorrow of being an NBA star. However, we still hope that Christian Letterner can recover and stand on the court again. With him and Kwame Brown, the Wizards' inside will be solid, so we are likely to win the championship."

Ben Wallace was pushing me out desperately, but after a whole summer of special training, I learned a lot in the competition with those muscular old men.

I kept changing my steps, I kept wandering inside and outside the paint area, and when Ben Wallace was distracted, I immediately rushed to the basket.

Chauncey Billups' skills are indeed not very fancy. His passing skills are simple, but they are also really fatal. I just threw away Ben. Wallace arrived at the basket and his pass was over my head. He didn't need too much modification. He just needed to grab the basketball and pour it into the basket hard. An all-relay declared the Wizards to lead 4:0.

I curled up my arms and said softly: "Cristian, come on! We are all waiting for you!"

I opened my arms and bent down, guarding my territory tightly like an old hen protecting his children.

Clifford Robinson, the great power forward, trembled casually when I jumped high to block his shot, and my defense forced him to raise his shot point.

"Rebound!" I shouted

"mine!"

"mine!"

Carlos Boozer and Ben Wallace collided, and the two jumped high and fought for the rebound. The basketball fell from the air and jumped up again! Two more people joined the ranks this time, Clifford Robinson and I!

I slapped the basketball out of the inside line, which was Richard Hamilton's position. After Richard Hamilton received the ball, he threw the ball forward and ran quickly to the frontcourt.

Jerry Starkhouse was chasing wildly. His speed was indeed very fast, much faster than Richard Hamilton who was running wildly, but when he caught up with Richard Hamilton, Richard Hamilton stopped suddenly, jumped high, and shot the basketball in his hand!

Three points!

"Cristian, come on! I'm waiting for you!" Richard Hamilton waved his hand into the stands and shouted loudly.

I hugged Richard Hamilton and I said in Richard Hamilton's ear: "Christian, I will definitely come back! Sure!"

Rick Carlisle kept making gestures on the sidelines, asking Jerry Starkhouse to control the rhythm, but even if the rhythm was controlled, they were not opponents of the Wizards with red headbands.

I once again blocked Michael Curry's breakthrough, and Michael Curry had to throw the basketball to the basket in a hurry. Carlos Boozer resisted Ben Wallace, and I turned around and took the rebound.

The classic scene appeared again, Larry Hughes and Chauncey Billups ran wildly together, and the basketball passed through the entire court. Larry Hughes faced Tayshoen Prince and rushed like crazy, and a pass from the ground made his running around useless.

9:0

This is the most dreamy start of all the Wizards' games this season. The resentment of the Wizards being swept in the first round of the playoffs last season exploded at this moment! The shouts in the stands made the visiting Pistons truly enter the eighteenth level of hell!

Jerry Starkhouse slowly controlled the basketball from the outside and swam outside the three-point line slowly. This is a critical moment. At the critical moment, the team's boss must stand up. Jerry Starkhouse seems to have to solve this problem by himself.

Clifford Robinson came out to block Jerry Starkhouse, blocking Richard Hamilton, who defended Jerry Starkhouse, and Carlos Boozer, who kept watching Clifford Robinson, was a little slow to chase the defense, allowing Jerry Starkhouse to squeeze through the gap between him and Clifford Robinson.

I was the last barrier, and I stood outside the reasonable collision zone, staring at Jerry Starkhouse who was leaping high.

"Let's come here! Boy!"

I shouted, jumped high, and slapped the basketball in Jerry Starkhouse's hand with my right hand, but Jerry Starkhouse in his peak state was obviously not so easy to deal with. He thrust his waist in the air, took back the extended basketball and passed it through my armpit!

Ben ~ Wallace!

The Pistons's least attacking person stood in the most dangerous place. Ben Wallace, who got the basketball, jumped high and dunked towards the basket with the basketball in his left hand!

I was falling, and I had no choice but to twist my waist in the air and pressed my right hand towards the basketball racket in Ben Wallace’s hand!

very good!

Good luck!

Christian Letterner asked me to stop the basketball, and I slapped the basketball on the second floor stand!

"Cristian, come on!" I shouted silently in my heart!

Rick Carlisle had to call a timeout. If this continues, his team members will definitely collapse!


Chapter completed!