Chapter 326

"Boy, you're still tender!" I turned my mouth back to Amare Stadameer's trash words just now, and after that, I ran to the frontcourt.

"I will defeat you! I will defeat you!" Amare Stadamire shouted behind me.

I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart. Last year, I was still challenging Hakeem Olajuwon, challenging Patrick Ewing, challenging David Robinson, challenging Shaquille O'Neal, challenging Deakinbe Mutombo, and this year I became a member of the challenge.

The Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, and the previous wave dies on the beach. I defeated Patrick Ewing, and also defeated Hakeim Olajuwon, defeated David Robinson, and scored more than 20 points under the defense of Deakinbe Mutombo. It is even more difficult to match the Shark O'Neal this year. In terms of data, it is still far ahead of him this season, but now I am no longer the next wave, I am already the previous wave, and I am now the previous wave photographed by others. Whether it is the little bully today or the future monster, I have become the target they must shoot.

NBA is a hero-making alliance, and it is also an alliance that is eager to defeat heroes. There are countless heroes rising here every year, and countless heroes are bombarded into the dust of history every year. Sooner or later, the rising heroes will be forgotten by people one day unless you become Jordan.

Only when your achievements are as great as Jordan and can bring huge changes to the league like Jordan, no one is willing to watch you be defeated anymore. Even if you are old and unable to play in more than ten years, but when you stand on the court, no one will bear to defeat you, then you will be the final winner.

I bent down, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the turbid air, driving away the somewhat decadent thoughts in my heart, and silently told myself in my heart: Become Jordan and play every minute of the ball.

Amare Stadameer was not as tall as me and his weight was not as fast as me. Even his movement speed was not faster than me, but it was obvious that Mike D'Antoni told him how to defend me. He stretched out half of his body from behind me and tried hard to interfere with my catch.

But it is impossible to defend me just by relying on a very young Amare Stadameer.

I sat down hard and pushed Amare Stadameer out with my fat butt, and then I quickly ran out of the three-point line.

With Dennis Rodman at the basket, the rebound must be guaranteed, and I ran out of the three-point line with confidence.

The basketball passed, and I slipped sideways, avoiding Amare Stadameer who was rushing towards me frantically, raised the basketball from outside the three-point line, jumped up gently, and prepared to shoot the basketball in my hand.

"I must defeat you!"

The voice sounded in my ears again. Amare Stadameer, who was originally shook away by me, tried hard to stop himself, twisted his body forcibly, jumped up from my side, stretched out his right hand and slapped towards the basketball in my hand.

Michael Jordan and Larry Hughes ran to the basket after changing positions, replacing Sean Marion and Elton Ford was tightly entangled by Dennis Rodman. If I pass the ball over now, Michael Jordan will easily score two points.

I didn't pass the ball, I was going to teach this arrogant Amare Stadameer a good lesson and tell him to know how to respect his seniors, although I was only 8 months older than him

I pushed my waist hard to increase my time to stagnate. At the same time, my body slowly tilted to the left, and my hands holding the ball leaned towards Amare Stadameer's outstretched palm.

Meet it!

Amare Stadameer's palm touched my left hand. Although there was no loud sound, although it was intentional, it was enough. My right hand pushed the basketball hard.

The basketball hit the inside of the basket and began to turn, one round, two rounds, and when it turned the third round, it plunged into the basket.

"Drip" the referee's whistle sounded.

I raised my right arm and inserted four fingers into the air with my left hand, indicating that I was 4 minutes this time.

Amare Stadameer also stretched out his right arm, but he was signaling himself to have a foul.

Amare Stadameer's eyes were filled with cold murderous aura, and his tight brow showed his depression and unwillingness, but this was nba.

"You missed the penalty! You'll definitely missed the penalty..." Amare Stadameer said, leaning on his knees on one side, muttering.

I glanced at him coldly, but this damn guy actually glared back.

I adjusted my breathing, and my brain stopped considering the noisy sounds around me. I focused my attention on the basket in front of me, gently raised the basketball and shot it out.

The basketball fell into the basket through a perfect arc.

53:53

The score is tied.

The Suns replaced the ball while the ball was dead. Mike D'Anthony replaced Anthony Hardaway with Greek Jack Chakaridis. It was obvious that Mike D'Anthony had already seen that a little S could not compete with me at all. He needed to limit my performance by increasing the number of insiders.

Jack Chakalidis, who is 218 cm tall, Amare Stadameer, 208 cm tall, Elton Ford, 206 cm tall, began to attack the Wizards' front at the basket. Jack Chakalidis used his height advantage to stand firmly in front of me, sat backwards hard, trying to compete with me, or trying to make it impossible for me to take care of others through the competition.

Dennis Rodman was taking care of the little overlord Amare Stadamier. He pressed Amare Stadamier tightly on Amare Stadamier, but Amare Stadamier, who was young enough to be his son, was far from his physical flexibility, strength, and speed. Amare Stadamier ran back and threw away Dennis Rodman for half of his body, flipped over and killed in the paint area. Dennis Rodman reacted very quickly, but Dennis Rodman, who was already 41, could no longer stop his opponent from hitting the basket. He could only do his best to bother him, but his physical disadvantage made his efforts only stop at the itching stage.

But the stage of itching is enough. I hit the Greek Jack Chakalidis hard, slid horizontally, and stuck Amare Stadameer's breakthrough position in advance, stood outside the reasonable collision zone, raised his hands high, and stood still without moving.

Stephen Marbury's pass came, and Amare Stadameer jumped up after receiving the basketball, stretched out his body, and wanted to make a hard dunk on top of my head.

"Bang!" The basketball dunked into the basket and made a comfortable sound.

"Ah!" Amare Stadamire hung on the basket and vented his pride loudly.

But I was very embarrassed that I had already sat down and slid under the basketball rack, and the referee's whistle sounded inappropriately.

Offensive foul!

Amare Stadameer looked innocent. He seemed to have no idea what happened. He didn't know why such a beautiful dunk was called an offensive foul. He tried to distinguish it from the referee, but was pulled behind by Stephen Marbury and refused to let him talk to the referee. Mr. Lone Wolf was constantly exchanging opinions with the referee.

In slow motion, I stood in advance and there was no problem with the punishment, and Marbury's defense was futile.

Amare Stadameer's eyes were completely full of anger. I believe that if the referee said he could fight freely now, he would definitely rush up and punch my left hook hard in the head. But I believe that I will definitely beat his head into a pig's head next.

Doug Collins also made a substitution. Facing Mike D'Anthony's move, Doug Collins also replaced two masters Carlos Boozer and Louis Scola, and allowed Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman to replace them for a break.

Three big straps and two small straps and three big straps and two small straps and two small straps.

Chris Whitney slowly brought the basketball to the frontcourt at the greeting of Stephen Marbury. I kept Jack Chakalidis firmly behind me and reached out to ask for the ball.

The ball passed, but the moment I turned around, Amare Stadameer rushed over frantically, and he and Jack Chakalidis formed a double-team on me.

One is tall and the other is flexible. I think anyone will hesitate when facing the double-team between these two people. I am not a god. When the inside space is so small and I am also being closely guarded by a strong man with a height of 218 cm, I cannot put the basketball comfortably into the basket.

But if the other party doubles up, there must be someone in the open space. I pulled my body horizontally to the left, turned my body and passed the basketball in my hand to Carlos Boozer, who was 2 steps away.

Carlos Boozer received the ball and jumped gently.

Amare Stadameer, who was more perverted, rushed towards Carlos Boozer, jumped high, stretched out his left arm, opened his palm wide, and prepared to interfere and block Carlos Boozer's shot.

Carlos Boozer was affected, and his shot hit the basket and fell down.

The most important thing in rebounding is to get a position, but with absolute strength, no matter how good you get a position, you will eventually lose the position.

Jack Chakalidis had a very good position, but when I hit him with one shoulder, he completely lost his position. And I became the one who stuck in the best position.

The basketball fell down. I stuck my hands firmly into my arms.

Amare Stadameer and Jack Chakalidis, who did not grab the rebound, built a blockade line above my head with their arms.

But I was not afraid of these things. I jumped up bravely. In the air, I raised the basketball over my head with both hands and used the basketball as the pioneer officer to rush out of the blockade line.

A palm hit the basketball, which affected my original height of jumping, but this was enough. I poured the basketball hard into the basket.

"Bang!" My arm was once again hit hard as the basketball was poured into the basket, and the sound was crisp and loud.

"Drip!" The whistle sounded again.

Poor Amare Stadamier raised his right arm again.


Chapter completed!