Chapter 268 I'm not that stupid O'Neal

"I don't think I have anything to say this time, nor do I want to say anything. I just want to tell everyone that I hope to come back with a victory."

"Reggie Miller said he was going to win the championship this year. Jermaine O'Neal said he is the number one power forward in the NBA now. I want to tell them that they are dreaming! Can you wake them up from the dream? Tell me loudly!"

"able!"

"Okay! I will watch your performance on the bench. If anyone's mother's performance is not good, I will replace who will be replaced. I will let him sit on the bench!"

"Set off!"

The last time he played against the Indiana Pacers at home, Reggie Miller and Jermaine O'Neal's arrogant and exciting Michael Jordan left from the press conference. Before setting off for Indianapolis to play away, Michael Jordan gave a serious speech.

Michael Jordan and Reggie Miller have a long history of grudges. In Michael Jordan's career as a god, the Bad Boys Army poses the greatest threat to him. Putting aside a whole team, as far as a single star is concerned, Reggie Miller is the star that poses the greatest threat to him, and his threats are even ranked among the super combination of Carl Malone and John Stockton.

The atmosphere on the plane to Indiana was always dull. Even when we arrived in Indianapolis, the whole team was very silent. When we were bored, the teammates who always bet on small bets were surprisingly consistent this time. No one mentioned playing cards. Even when we were changing clothes in the visiting team's locker room before the game started, the team was still silent.

Silence, silence...

Mr. Lu Xun once said: If you don’t explode in silence, you will perish in silence. Whether this will explode or die, you will know after the game.

Michael Jordan held the red headband in his hand and kept turning it, his eyes unblinking at the red "tight hoop", the legendary wizard's lucky thing.

Chauncey Billups held the headband in his left hand and kept pulling the small ball on the headband with his right hand. The headband he regarded as a treasure had been used for too long, and some balls were raised.

Carlos Boozer was talking in a low voice with Richard Hamilton down his head.

Larry Hughes was studying his shoelaces. He had been studying both shoelaces for 20 minutes, but he still hadn't tied them up yet.

Caron Butler is adjusting the headband for Louis Scola, hoping to wear it better.

.........

I touched Michael Jordan and said in a low voice: "Michael, am I a little too nervous? I feel that everyone's movements are a little tight!"

"Hmm?" Michael Jordan looked up and took a breath, then took a breath of air conditioning. Just as he was about to speak, a staff member knocked on the door and said, "It's time, you can come out!"

There is no time to adjust our mindset. We must appear.

Route in line, Richard Hamilton was the first to walk out of the locker room, and he was greeted with the deafening booing and the swearing everywhere.

I was the fifth step out of the locker room, and the huge chasing light hit me. DJ at the scene shouted:

"Let's boo to welcome the most violent executioner of NBA ever, who had committed bloody crimes in Indianapolis, Kwame Brown."

The sound of boos is everywhere, the sound of curses and curses is heard.

I hurt the Indiana people in both games last season with the Indiana Pacers. I am afraid I can rank second in the list of the most unpopular stars in Indianapolis, just one step away from Michael Jordan, who is ranked first, and is behind Michael.

I tried my hand on the outside and observed my teammates' situation. Richard Hamilton kept shaking his head. His hand felt not very good. Caron Butler's body plate looked like an iron block, and he didn't make two consecutive fast throws. Larry Hughes was still fine, but it was obvious that he did not reach the best condition.

Trouble! Michael Jordan originally wanted to create some pressure for everyone to better exert his strength, but he never expected that this pressure would make the team overly nervous.

Doug Collins gathered the team in advance and started to speak. It was obvious that he also discovered some of the situations in the team and what he needed to change.

"Although we have formulated some tactics before the game, I think we still need to make some changes. Today we are on the three major teams with two small teams, Kwame, Carlos, Louis, Richard, and Chauncey, you five starters."

"Kaome, Carlos, Luis, you remember it. Today I will defend the inside and I will definitely grab enough rebounds for me, not only the backcourt rebounds, but also the frontcourt rebounds. The outcome of this game depends on how much rebounds you can grab! Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Richard, Reggie Miller has given you. You are as thin as him, but he is much older than you. You must follow him without leaving any steps. You can't let him take action. Today you can't get a single point, but you must guard him."

"Changxi, your opponent is Jamal Tinsley. His shooting is not very accurate. He likes to break through, and 80 breakthroughs are all from the middle. You should pay attention to his breakthroughs, especially the breakthroughs in the middle. Don't let the breakthroughs go in, do you understand?"

"Today we have to start with defense, we have to let go of every opponent's attack, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Go on the field!"

Yes, since your offensive state is not good, then you should defend your opponent's offense. Attack depends on talent and status, but defense does not require it, defense only requires attitude. Under Michael's pressure, I believe that everyone's attitude is very positive.

The referee was urging me, so I sorted out the headband that could bring luck to the Wizards and led the team to the stadium.

Standing in the middle circle, he glanced at my opponent Brad Miller, and then bent down deeply.

Brad Miller smiled at me mysteriously, with a hint of cunning in his smile. I was stunned for a moment, immediately gathered my mind and focused my attention on the basketball in the referee's hand.

The basketball flew up and drilled straight towards the ceiling.

I ignored Brad Miller's mysterious smile, ignored the deep meaning hidden in his smile, jumped up, reached out to give the basketball racquet to Chauncey Billups behind me, and after landing, I kicked hard towards the frontcourt.

There was a lot of cheers in the court. When I looked back, Jamal Tinsley jumped high and dunked the basketball into the basket with one hand.

I looked at the slow-motion replay of the big screen. It turned out that when I gave the racket to Chauncey Billups, Ron Artest hit Chauncey Billups with one shoulder. He picked up the ball and sent it to the frontcourt. Jamal Tinsley went forward and rushed to the basket.

The Pacers gave a warning.

I frowned gently, feeling something was wrong. The walker seemed to have studied my habits deeply. Ron Artest's steal was obviously premeditated. He already knew that I would habitually slap the basketball and whom.

"Boy! I'm going to get you back to the prototype in this game!" Brad Miller was competing with me for the position and started squirting trash talk.

I ignored this white man who had fought with the big shark O'Neal. I just tried hard to hit him aside, then stretched his body, blocked him behind him, and reached for the ball.

Chauncey Billups hung the basketball high to me, then quickly turned to the left and hit Brad Miller with his shoulder, trying to break through his left side.

But Brad Miller seemed to have known my movements for a long time. He slipped and blocked the direction of my breakthrough. I turned around again, and seemed to break through from the right side, but Brand Miller was very surprised and moved over to block me again.

This guy!

I cursed in my heart.

The basketball was stuck in my hand for too long and I couldn't take it anymore. Jermaine O'Neal had already touched me.

I quickly poured the basketball to the outside line. Chauncey Billups received the basketball. When he saw that there was not much time, he rushed in with the ball. Jamal Tinsley and Reggie Miller clamped it in, and Jermaine O'Neal blocked it forward and directly laid a pocket.

Chauncey Billups, who had no choice but to escape, jumped up in a hurry and shot the basketball in his hand.

It was impossible to enter, from the shooting action of Chauncey, I knew that the basketball was impossible to enter, so I immediately rushed to the basket, but Brad Miller and Ron Artest turned around and kept me firmly outside the paint area.

I was studied thoroughly. My habitual movements and habitual running routes were studied thoroughly by the Pacers. My heart was cold and the rebound was obtained by Brad Miller.

Jamal Tinsley was driving the basketball from the outside, stretched out his thumb and index finger, and made a tactical gesture. Reggie Miller suddenly exerted force and ran from the left to the right along the baseline. Richard Hamilton, who was defending him, did not dare to be careless and chased after him without leaving.

I leaned against Brad Miller, but I didn't pay attention to Jermaine O'Neal's movements. The guy hit Carlos Boozer backwards, then ran back, ran to the bottom line on the left, and received a pass from Jamal Tinsley.

This is Richard Hamilton's defense zone, but Richard Hamilton has been taken away by Reggie Miller. The one who should have made up for defense was Carlos Boozer, but Carlos Boozer, who moved slowly, obviously did not make up for defense.

Basketball has entered!

Jermaine O'Neal ran back to the backcourt, shouting while running, celebrating his goal.

"Boy! Reggie, I'm back. Don't think you can handle us easily. We have studied you thoroughly!" Brad Miller, who was blocked by me, said in a sarcastic tone in my ear.

In the 10 games where Reggie Miller was absent, the Pacers lost 8 games, but when Reggie Miller came back, the Pacers actually won 10 games in a row. This is Reggie Miller's team, and with him, there will be victory. But I want to try it, and I want to try it out if I can kill Reggie Miller and kill the Indiana Pacers!

I glared at Brad Miller fiercely and saw his proud smile, and I felt disgusted.

I leaned back and pressed Brad Miller and ran out of the three-point line. Chauncey Billups passed the ball to me. I turned around and jumped up, facing Jermaine O'Neal who was chasing me out of the three-point line.

The Wizards played three inside players, and I pulled Jermaine O'Neal out of the inside player, and one Brad Miller obviously couldn't take into account the other two people.

Carlos Boozer won the Wizards' first goal with a mid-range shot.

I tried my best to cut off the route between Brad Miller and the basketball so that he would not have the chance to catch the basketball, but Brad Miller actually pulled my jersey hard with his hand, causing my body to stagnate. He rushed forward and received a pass from Jamal Tinsley, half-turned to attract Carlos Boozer, and then passed the ball to Jermaine Boozer again.

The ball went in again.

I was a little angry. After seeing Brad Miller who kept showing the hateful smile in front of me, I said viciously:

"Boy, don't be fucking asking for death. I'm not Shaquille O'Neal, that stupid guy, I can't hit you even if I practice boxing continuously, and it will make me angry. Be careful that I'll let you stay in the hospital for a year or two!"

Brad Miller's face, who had just been arrogant and showed a bright smile, suddenly changed. I didn't look at him, turned around and ran to the frontcourt.

The big shark Shaquille O'Neal has such a strong body. He is very mentally retarded in fighting. So far, I have never heard of him fighting with Charles Barkley, but he was carried by Charles Barkley for several meters and fought with Brad Miller. He was beaten twice by Brad Miller, but his two evil punches were only hit in the air.

But I am not Shaquille, I win every fight, especially the two fights with the Pacers, I am fucking them alone!

I'm not afraid of them, but they should be afraid of me.

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