Chapter 298: Bringing someone to dunk

The three-point special training is effective, and the effect is quite good. In the morning training, I scored 26 points at most and scored 4 times and 25 points. This is a very good result. Even the result was the championship score in the three-point competition.

I seemed to have a little confidence in the three-point contest a few days later. Although I can't say I'm sure to beat Reggie Miller, this confidence is enough to ignite my passion.

The attendance rate of Denver Pepsi Center is not high. The Denver Pepsi Center, which has 19,909 seats, only sold 9,000 tickets, of which more than 5,000 were season packages. The huge stadium gives people a feeling of emptyness. Even the exciting appearance ceremony before the game seems a bit cold. The poor record makes Denver people no longer have the passion of the past.

Marcus Camby, Juwan Howard, Chris Anderson, Nene Hillaryo, Kenny Sackfield, when I saw this lineup, I almost thought I was dreaming, I rubbed my eyes hard, looked at them, and found that there was no problem with my eyes.

The Nuggets' head coach Jeff Budzderick actually played four big men and one point guard, and the world is really crazy. Did Jeff Budzderick not considering that once the Wizards speed up and play fast breaks, the Nuggets would not be able to stop it.

I stood on the center line and found that it was Chris Anderson, the one who competed with me, the fancy tattoo, which was amazingly bouncing and blocking the ferocious birdman.

"Hey!" Chris Anderson, who was standing opposite me, suddenly greeted me.

"What are you doing?" I responded!

"I heard you were the top pick last year and played well. Those experts said that you will dominate the next ten years in the NBA. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?" Chris Anderson looked cynical.

"I haven't said that!" I said with a frown.

"You are quite self-aware. I'll let you see today, who can rule this alliance?" Chris Anderson looked confident.

"Are you?" I was stunned. It felt a bit incredible to say such words to Chris Anderson. The person who spoke like this was a bit stupid. Although I have seen too many guys with developed limbs and simple minds in the NBA, this is the first time I have seen such a simple guy.

"Why don't you accept it? Today I want to show you how white people dance, so that you can know that white people can fly too!" Chris Anderson looked self-indulgent.

Brainless! Absolutely brainless! Otherwise, he was stimulated. I no longer paid attention to this guy and silently bent down to prepare for the upcoming jump ball, but the brainless man was still talking nonstop. When the referee threw the basketball, the brainless man actually forgot to jump and could only watch me transfer the basketball to Michael Jordan.

"Is this your bounce? It seems that it's not 1 mm from the ground!" I sarcastically mocked Chris Anderson after landing.

"fu*k, I will be on guard against you! You kid, don't be too proud too early!" Chris Anderson was furious.

"You are not the first to say this, but I have not been defended by anyone so far!" He shrugged and said to Chris Anderson in a helpless tone.

“fu*k….”

I don't know why the Nuggets' head coach Jeff Buzzedric lined up such a lineup, but I know how strong the inside defense is. Wuluo is Marcus Cambi, Nene Hillaryo, or the Birdman Anderson who just talked to me, are all super-protective Superman, blocks and rebounds. If I attacked strongly in the inside today, I will definitely not have any good results, so I decided to smash the Nuggets' turtle shell from the outside.

I went to the inside and thought that the one who defended me would be my old opponent Marcus Camby, but I didn't expect that the one who protected me would be Birdman Anderson.

I tried hard to use my body to be in the inside, but the birdman Anderson pushed me desperately behind me. When he couldn't hold me back, he wrapped around me like an octopus.

This guy is a bit stupid, but it is obvious that his defense is really good. At least he works very hard. From the moment I walked into the inside, he hung on me like a koala, allowing me to get rid of his entanglement.

The Nuggets were obviously shrinking their defense, and Birdman Anderson was entangled with me, Marcus Camby and Carlos Boozer were focusing on their efforts, Nene Hillaryo and Juwan Howard were guarding the wings and tightly contracting in the inside.

Michael Jordan was looking for opportunities on the outside, constantly directing the running positions of Richard Hamilton and Larry Hughes.

The inside line is too crowded. If you want to attack forcibly in the inside line, you will face the defense of four Nuggets, and it will take too much effort. The way to deal with the Nuggets' contraction defense is very simple, that is, try hard to make three-pointers from the outside line.

I pushed Chris Anderson behind me hard with my butt, then quickly ran out of the three-point line, and received a pass from Michael Jordan when I was half a step outside the three-point line.

The ball was very comfortable and almost no adjustment was needed. After receiving the ball, I immediately turned around, jumped up high, adjusted slightly in the air, held my left hand lightly, and pushed my right hand hard, pushing it out of the basketball in my hand.

Chris Anderson rushed over, but when he rushed over, I had already thrown the basketball out.

The basketball got into the basket and rubbed against the net so nicely.

"Chris, this is how you defend me!" I raised my eyebrows and said.

Chris Anderson's chest was constantly rising and falling, his dark blue eyes stared at me, and a few cold words slowly popped out of his mouth: "I swear, this is your last three-pointer!"

I turned my head and ran to the backcourt, ignoring Chris Anderson, a challenger.

The paint area was densely packed with people, and the Nuggets' four inside men made the originally large space very small.

Kenny Sackfield passed the basketball to Howard, who ran out of the open space. Howard, who used his teammates' cover to win two points.

I was trying hard in the inside. Although Chris Anderson worked very hard, his height and weight were completely incomparable to me. I blocked him hard behind him, but Michael Jordan didn't dare to pass the basketball to me at all, because there was a Marcus Camby in front of me, waving his arms constantly.

Double-team!

I finally understood the reason why Jeff Budzderick was on this lineup. He wanted to completely block me. He used Chris Anderson's super athletic ability to defend me closely. Once I entered the inside, I would be greeted by those muscles.

The Wizards currently have no point guard, Chauncey Billups is now injury, Michael Jordan's passing skills are average, and I have always played a very important role in these games - the offensive initiator, Jeff Buzzedrick, perhaps thinking that once I am defended, the Wizards' offense will no longer be smooth, and the Nuggets may have a glimmer of hope to win.

I glanced at the young head coach sitting on the Nuggets bench, and saw him smiling and talking to his assistant coach. I seemed very satisfied with me being trapped in this kind of struggle.

Maybe he is very satisfied, but I am very dissatisfied.

Michael Jordan once said that the super center always faces double-teams, and only the center who can score calmly when facing double-teams is the super center.

I began to swim inside and outside the paint area, started to actively run, and began to work hard to find that gap inside and outside the paint area.

But the Nuggets seemed to be really worried about me this time. No matter where I appeared, there were always two people around me. Behind me, Chris Anderson, Nene Hillaryo, Juwan Howard, Marcus Camby, but there must be someone.

The narrow inside line and the tight inside line defense made the basketball unable to pass into my hand, but this also created enough space for the outside line. Richard Hamilton ran without the ball, threw away the defense, and an emergency stop received a pass from Michael Jordan, jumped high, and bravely shot out against Marcus Camby's big palm.

"Rebound!" Richard Hamilton shouted.

"Mine!" I sat back hard, pushing Chris Anderson, who was unwilling to give in, then hit Nene Hillio hard on the left, and hit Zhu Wan Howard hard on the right, earning himself a space to jump up, then jumped high, reaching hard to reach the basketball that jumped up and landed outside the basket.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

My hands firmly clamped the basketball in the air, but three crisp sounds came from my arms one after another. Then the crisp sound was transmitted to my brain through the nervous system. After that, my shoulders felt heavy, and it seemed that a heavy object was hanging on my shoulders.

I didn't care anymore. I pushed my waist in the air and used my strong abdominal muscles to win the time of stagnation at midnight, and then I smashed the basketball hard into the basket.

boom!

The basketball stand was shaking! I hung high on the basket, and Mr. Birdman Chris Anderson hung on me.

The spotlight is flashing wildly! The reporters are killing the film in seconds without any money!

"Richard Hamilton shot, and the basketball hit the basket. Kwame Brown! Oops! Kwame Brown jumped up with Chris Anderson under the basket. He grabbed the rebound and directly brought Chris Anderson with a powerful dunk! I can't believe it!"

"Let's look back at slow motion, I'm my god! Kwame Brown first squeezed Chris Anderson aside, then he took Nene Hillaryo and Juwan Howard, jumped high and grabbed the rebound. After that, Howard, Nene and Anderson fouled against Kwame Brown in the air. We could even clearly hear three consecutive crisp sounds, but this did not affect Kwame Brown, and even when Chris Anderson hung on Kwame Brown like an octopus, it did not affect Kwame Brown's patch."

"This is a beautiful dunk, this is a great dunk. I can't think of anyone who can still dunk the basketball like Kwame Brown faces fouls from three opponents..."

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Chapter completed!