The last time I went to San Antonio, I used a three-pointer to teach the Spurs a lesson. This time the Spurs are coming in full force. Before the start of the game, Admiral David Robinson had already spoken to teach me a lesson.

Michael Jordan was not willing to be outdone and responded with a big mouth: Let him say it if you want to be ten years younger.

Greg **Vic said at a press conference that he had found a way to restrain the Wizards.

Doug Collins responded: He can only prevent Kwame Brown from scoring, but Kwame Brown does not need to score at all.

The All-Star game is very important. Teams with the opportunity to enter the playoffs have made every effort to fight. Teams that have been confirmed to be able to enter the playoffs are now doing their best to get a home advantage in the playoffs. Now, except for the teams that are as scattered as the Bulls, other teams are all crazy for the playoffs. For a slight advantage, each team does its best. As long as they can discourage their opponents and make their opponents busy, they will never let go of any powerful things.

At the entrance of the mic center, I was blocked by the reporters.

"Kaome, what do you think of what David Robinson said?"

"Kaome, under the clamping of the double towers, you can estimate how many rebounds you can get today? How many points will you get?"

"Kaomey, will you fight David Robinson today?"

"Kaome, do you think the Wizards will win today?"

The security guard of the stadium quickly pulled me out of the crowd. I entered the stadium in a panic under the protection of the security guard. The spotlight behind me kept flashing, which was a treatment that thousands of people were paying attention to. But I was so upset.

After Hubert Davis left yesterday, I couldn't help but call Katherine Hurley several times. I hope she could tell me a different conclusion. But the first time her phone hangs up, but the second time she turns off the phone.

I don't know if what happened yesterday is right or wrong. Maybe it is right, but I am really upset.

Doug Collins chattered and arranged the tactics. I lay on the folding chair, but my thoughts didn't know where I had flew.

The players walked onto the stadium with shouts.

Wizards starter: Brandon Haywood, Kwame Brown, Christian Letterner, Richard Hamilton, Michael Jordan.

Spurs starters: David Robinson, Tim Duncan, Bruce Bowen, Steve Smith, Tony Parker.

Bruce Bowen came over and greeted me. I responded with a reluctant smile. Although I was so upset, I was thinking in my heart why Katherine Hurley's phone could not be reached? Is something wrong? Will there be a car accident? I hope there will be no competition tonight, so that I can contact Katherine Hurley, at least know whether she is safe or not?

A voice kept telling me: Go find her, go find her!

But now I have to participate in the competition.

Jumping the ball, the old David Robinson jumped and won, Richard Hamilton and Michael Jordan were already running to the frontcourt. Maybe I didn't expect that I jumped and lost, so I didn't have time to return to defense, so I let the French sports car Tony Parker serve a one-stop service.

I am in the inside position, behind me is Tim Duncan, David Robinson handed over to Brandon Haywood, and Christian Letterner echoes on the other side, so the Wizards' inside strength is no worse than the Spurs. Doug Collins obviously wants to play in the inside, and the Spurs have strong inside strength, but they are also old.

Michael Jordan dribbles, I went out to block the Tony Parker who was defending him, Michael Jordan broke through, but Bruce Bowen pressed tightly.

Double-team!

Greg **Vic used double-teams against Michael Jordan from the beginning. Michael Jordan stretched out his hands and the ball flew up.

I ran to the inside and I was about to grab the rebound. I was completely unaware that Michael Jordan would take the ball back, but when I saw it, the ball was already right in front of me. If I were prepared, I believe it was a very wonderful empty cut under the basket.

But I was not prepared, and I tried hard to reach out, but it was too late. As soon as my arm was raised, the basketball was slapped by Tim Duncan, and then a long pass was made to find Steve Smith who was already running.

0:4

The Wizards were scored two goals in a row at the beginning!

"What's going on?" Michael Jordan stared at me.

I shook my head, trying to wake myself up and concentrate myself.

"It's okay!" I said firmly.

"Concentrate and play this game well!" said Michael Jordan.

Michael Jordan dribbled, I came out to pick-and-roll again, Jordan shook his body, broke through from the other side, avoided Bruce Bowen's attack, and entered the inside line, Tim Duncan came to make up for the defense, Steve Smith, who defended Richard Hamilton, was already moving, trying to double-team again.

Richard Hamilton was empty, Michael Jordan did not look at a diagonal pass, Richard Hamilton received the basketball, jumped up on the spot, and pulled out, with a beautiful and standard posture, and the basketball got into the basket.

Spurs offense.

I held Tim Duncan tightly at the top of the arc, Brandon Haywood was on the left side of the paint area, Christian Letterner was on the right, and the three of us were tightly guarding the penalty area. Richard Hamilton and Michael Jordan were like two moving machinery to protect our defense line, protecting our defense line, three-and-two! The tactics arranged by Collins in this game.

Tim Duncan took the ball, I lowered my center of gravity and pushed Tim Duncan with my forearm, trying not to turn around and face the basket.

Tim Duncan held the ball and turned left suddenly. I moved my footsteps to the left with a slight sense, but Tim Duncan quickly turned right again. While my center of gravity had not moved back, he slapped the ball underground and rushed to the paint area.

I've been passed!

I quickly turned around and chased after me. Tim Duncan jumped high under the basket, facing two thick arms stretched out from both sides, shouted, raised the basketball with both hands, and wanted a dunk.

My turn was fast and my footsteps moved quickly. I jumped up and jumped very high. In the air, I seemed to be looking down at Tim Duncan. My hands were firmly pressing on the basketball that had not yet taken action. I was so panic! Under my hands were Tim Duncan's fingers.

Tim Duncan was pushed to the ground by me, and the basketball fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded!

Press the ball!

foul!

But this was a very morale foul, which made the basketball in the hands of the opponent's main power forward die in his hands, and even the foul is worth cheering. The DJ on the scene kept driving the atmosphere of the fans of the court, and the phrase "Kaome Brown" was constantly elongated and shouted.

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Chapter completed!