Chapter 289 New Record

I chose to pass the ball when I faced Kevin Garnett again. But the pass didn't translate into a goal, and the Timberwolves took the opportunity to make a quick break.

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The Wizards were 10 points behind. In the past 2 and a half minutes, I was actually beaten by Kevin Garnett, who was defending, did not make a basketball. Although he had two assists, this could not change the situation where the Wizards' score continued to be widened.

Doug Collins called a pause.

"Louis, you will replace Brandon later. When you arrive at the inside, you will cross the position with Carlos, constantly disrupting the opponent's inside defense, so that the outside can break through to the inside!"

"Michael, replace Chris. After you come on the court, you share the pressure for Kwame from the outside. You stand here to launch an attack. Kwame is here. You can cover each other when necessary!" Doug Collins kept explaining the tactics to be used later.

The tactics seemed to be finished. Doug Collins paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at me, looking at me without blinking, a kind of trust and expectation in his eyes.

"Kaome! Everyone wants you to break the record today. I hope you can score at least 2 three-pointers in the next 1 minute and 30 seconds!"

"I know Kevin Garnett has a good defense, but none of these are the questions. The question is whether you have that winning heart! Tell me, do you have that heart?" Doug Collins' voice was full of seriousness and encouragement.

"Yes!" I said firmly.

"Okay, I will arrange two tactics for you. I will give you room to shoot, and I will allow you to shoot calmly, but I hope you can make those two shots, break the record, and don't disappoint all the fans who cheer for you! Do you understand?" Doug Collins said with a firm look on his face.

Standing on the court again, the Wizards' lineup became the strongest attack lineup that Doug Collins can send, and the Timberwolves will also send Rahu Nestrovic, a Yugoslav man.

Michael Jordan slowly transported the ball to the frontcourt and looked for opportunities on the outside.

I stood at a 45-degree angle on the left outside the three-point line, and Kevin Garnett waved his arms like an octopus. I slowly wandered around the three-point line, waiting patiently for the instructions issued by Michael Jordan.

When the number above the rebound changed from 13 to 12, Michael Jordan moved. He dribbled with his left hand and forcibly broke through to the left. When Troy Hudson reacted and adjusted his center of gravity to chase and defend, Michael Jordan changed his body forward and swung past Troy Hudson and broke into the right.

The Timberwolves' inside line was in chaos. Rahue Nestrovic and Joe Smith tried to make up for the position, but Rahue Nestrovic was blocked by Carlos Boozer, and Joe Smith was entangled by Dennis Rodman. A smooth avenue appeared at Michael Jordan's feet.

Chaos, total chaos, if someone breaks through, it may not cause such chaos, but the one who breaks through is God, the man named Michael Jordan. No one dares to underestimate his breakthrough. Kevin Garnett turned around and chased him. When he was one step away from Michael Jordan, he jumped high and stretched out his palm in the air.

I stood at the top of the arc outside the three-point line, motionless. This was Doug Collins' tactics, which were set for me to shoot three-pointers. So far, the tactics have been implemented smoothly. From breakthroughs to covers, everything was so perfect.

The basketball passed out and came to my hand. The feeling of receiving the ball was very comfortable. I jumped up and shot the basketball in my hand. When my body fell, I saw that the feet were already on the ground and looking back at me. Garnett, his eyes were so unwilling.

I raised my arms and shouted and retreated to the backcourt. Michael Jordan ran over to high-highlights with me, Carlos Boozer ran over to hug me, and Dennis Rodman directly stretched his big palm to my head, constantly touching my naked head.

A cheer came to mind in the stadium.

"Ah! Take the action, the ball went in! Kwame Brown made another three-pointer, and he has tied Kobe Bryant's record set on January 8 this year. Although he made us wait for 2 minutes and 51 seconds, he did not disappoint us. Kwame Brown will never disappoint the fans of the Washington Wizards. There are 1 minute and 9 seconds left in the second quarter. Can Kwame Brown still make a three-pointer again? If he can make another three-pointer in the next 1 minute and 9 seconds, he will set a record..."

"Kaome" fans on the north side of the stadium were shouting, and then the fans on the right shouted: "One more!"

I don’t know when it was arranged, nor who was arranged, but the arrangements on the court filled my heart with excitement. I feel that I need to make another three-pointer.

Troy Hudson slowly looked for opportunities on the outside, Joe Smith ran out to block Troy Hudson, Troy Hudson used the cover to break into the inside, Carlos Boozer tried to make up for defense, but Troy Hudson stopped and shot the basketball in his hand.

"Rebound!" Carlos Boozer interfered with the basketball and turned around in the air and shouted at me.

"My!" I jumped up.

"My!" Rahu Nestrovic jumped up against me, and our bodies kept rubbing, which affected the bounce height of our two people.

A big black hand appeared from my head, and the big hands hooked hard, and the basketball flew out.

Kevin Garnett got the frontcourt rebound, then he shook up and made Carlos Boozer fly up, then Kevin Garnett jumped up and dunked towards the basket with the basketball in his left hand.

Kevin Garnett's shaking shook Carlos Boozer, but this also gave me enough time to adjust. I jumped up hard and stretched out my right hand toward Kevin Garnett's basketball.

"Bang!" The basketball was slapped hard by me. Kevin Garnett, who was originally bent like a bow, flew backwards in the air with me slapped it, and the basketball was away from his palm.

Louis Scola grabbed the rebound and then made a hard pass to the frontcourt. Michael Jordan, who had just been on the court, took a big step and rushed forward hard. Followed by Dennis Rodman, who was almost 43 years old.

Somewhat moved, the two who rushed the fastest in the Wizards were actually the oldest. Although they had won enough honors and were covered with rings on one of their hands, they still longed for victory.

Fight!

I slashed and tried my best to run towards the frontcourt. I hope to help Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman.

Kevin Garnett, Troy Hudson, and Wally Szebiak were chasing back, and Troy Hudson had slowly approached Michael Jordan. When Michael Jordan entered the three-point line, Troy Hudson was already on the way with Michael Jordan.

If Michael Jordan was 5 years younger, and if he returned to the Michael Jordan in 1998, I think Michael Jordan would definitely teach him a lesson to this boy named Troy Hudson, but it is 2003 now, Michael Jordan is 41 years old. Now he no longer has the explosive power he used to be, no longer the super speed, and the years have left him with only experience.

In fact, it is always better to have experience, but it is better to have nothing.

Michael Jordan stopped suddenly, threw away Troy Hudson who was catching up with him, raised the basketball and shot it out.

The basketball hit the basket and fell into the frame.

Troy Hudson was very angry. He was very dissatisfied with not defending Michael Jordan just now. He slapped the basketball hard, walked towards the bottom line, and turned around and sent out the basketball.

I don’t know which celebrity once said: People cannot live in the anger of the previous moment. If your brain is still angry about the events of the previous moment, beware that your feet are stepping on the trap.

Troy Hudson was slapped by Michael Jordan. Fortunately, Wally Szebiak reacted quickly. When Michael Jordan intercepted the basketball, he stuck it up and prevented Michael Jordan from receiving the ball.

I was about to run back, and the big center was moving relatively slowly. Although I was very fast in the center, I was still very slow compared to those guards. When Michael Jordan intercepted the basketball, I was retreating outside the three-point line.

Michael Jordan couldn't turn around and shoot, but there was no one in front of me. I shouted outside the three-point line: "Here!"

After the basketball passed, Michael Jordan did not look back at all. He simply threw the ball towards the top of the arc opposite the basket.

The ball was not comfortable to catch, after all, it was not a very standard pass, but it didn't matter. There was no one around me within 1 meter. I had enough time to make adjustments, and I had enough time to jump and shoot the basketball in my hand.

The basketball hit the basket, and then began to rotate on the inside of the basket, one circle, one circle, one circle, and another.

The DJ at the scene had stopped shouting, and all the audience's eyes were staring at the damn basketball. Countless fans were crossing their hearts, praying that the basketball fell into the basket.

I widened my eyes and stood outside the three-point line, motionless. My heart was surprisingly quiet at this moment, to a terrible level. No shot made me like this, and no three-point shot made me so expect.

Because of too many resentment and too many prayers, the highly anticipated basketball finally met everyone's expectations after tortured countless people.

Basketball has entered!

The referee raised three fingers in understanding.

I shouted happily and ran towards the backcourt. I met Carlos Boozer and Louis Scola along the way. The two of them were crazy about the chest-bumping ceremony with me.

"The ball went in, this is the seventh, Kwame Brown broke, and he wrote the record of a three-pointer in the regular season in his name. It was a great night, and we witnessed the creation of a new record..."

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Chapter completed!