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Tyson Chandler and Eddie Curry didn't know what the wrong medicine was taken, so they would rather empty Christian Letterner than give me some offense. As long as I got the ball, I would definitely be double-teaming. Grabbing rebounds was like pulling and pulling, pushing and sticking, not letting me have a slight chance of touching basketball. Christian Letterner was so proud that he actually scored 21 points in the halftime. He kept gesturing his powerful muscles during the break, but I couldn't see how powerful his muscles were.

I lay on the folding mattress, wiped the sweat on my face with a towel, and kept muttering in my heart. I played for 18 minutes in the first half, and Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler also played for 18 minutes. As long as I played, they would play, and when I got out of the game, they both would play immediately. It was a personal sight to be targeted, to prevent me from killing me, control me, so that I could not score 1 point or grab a rebound. They would rather let go of the more threatening Christian Leitner. I doubt the intention of the opponent's head coach.

This game has basically been decided, and he has won 12 points in the first half. This is still the case when Michael Jordan was not playing. Doug Collins kept gesturing tactics on the tactical board, and all the tactics were told to me, telling me how to run, how to support, and how to pass after getting the rebound. Finally, he specifically told Christian Letterner to keep reminding me. I know Doug Collins regarded those two kids as my sparring training. I was wondering if the Bulls' head coach Bill Cartwright also regarded me as a whetstone to sharpen the Bulls' "second inside treasure".

At the beginning of the third quarter, Eddie Curry grinned and ran to the basket, pushing me hard behind him, trying to push me away from the basket. He didn't try like this in the first quarter, and Tyson Chandler's eyes kept floating towards me. I was puzzled, but the head coach of the Bulls gave them stimulants during the break? The Bulls only had two of them starting, and they were all here to deal with me. Jaylen Ross, Jamal Crawford, and Ron Mersell were all resting off the court, Travis Best, Charles Oakley, and Marcus Fitzer came on as a substitute.

Chris Whitney was looking for opportunities outside the three-point line. I was squeezed strongly in the inside and tried to find opportunities through running. I ran out of the outside to block the Bulls point guard Travis Best, who was defending Chris Whitney, and Chris Whitney flew over from behind me with an acceleration. I didn't care about anything else. I threw away Talawes Best who had just had a close contact with me and went straight to the inside. I no longer prayed for myself to attack and score. Now I just hoped that I could grab the rebound I should have to grab under the life and death of the "Bulls Second Treasure" who took the aphrodisiac. Chris Whitney's breakthrough caused the Bulls' defense to shrink. Chris Whitney shook his hand and passed the ball to Courtney Alexander who was already ambushed in the bottom corner. Alexander no longer defended. He raised his hand, took off, took a calm shot, and the ball entered! Three-pointer!

Itan Thomas and I stood on the paint area, left and right, Jamhdi White stood at the horns, resisting old star Charles Oakley, and the Wizards started the joint defense that had just begun this season. Chris Whitney and Courtney Alexander kept moving on the outside, trying to defend against any opponent who dared to break through.

Charles Oakley received the ball, held the ball in one hand, turned halfway, and fought against Janhedi White with his shoulders, leaned his body and rushed into the inside line. Janhedi White quickly moved his footsteps, holding his hands high, and pressing Charles Oakley with his chest, trying not to let him get close to the paint area.

Charles Oakley is old, but the old Charles Oakley is still Charles Oakley. The once famous power forward nicknamed "Old Oak" stops and then accelerates, causing the already clumsy Janhdi White to lose his position. Take off! Centre shot!

I jumped up. Although I knew it was not very useful, I still tried my best to stretch out my arm and tried to interfere with Charles Oakley's shooting basket. The distance was too far, and the basketball flew over 20 cm above my finger.

I fell on the ground with my feet and didn't hear the sound of basketball hitting a rebound or basket behind me. I immediately turned around and tried to squeeze into the basket to compete for this possible rebound.

The basketball hit the basket and flew towards me who was turning around. I grabbed the basketball with my big hand, shouted, and vented the depression of this game. This was my fourth rebound. Damn it! This game was ruined by Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler.

Alexander was already running, and I threw my hand towards the frontcourt. Courtney Alexander received the ball and accelerated to the opponent's basket, one step, two steps, and jumped.

A sound of "Ah!" came from the audience, and Marcus Fizer, the king of tattoos who quickly returned to defense, jumped high behind Courtney Alexander and slapped his right hand hard on the basketball.

The basketball hit the rebound, banged and rebounded. Marcus Fizer did not receive the basketball, and Courtney Alexander did not catch the rebound. Because there were no rebounds at all.

After the ball was passed, I took big steps and followed up quickly. I don’t know if Courtney Alexander would score that goal, nor if Marcus Fizer would block Alexander’s basketball. I only know where I should stand and what I should do.

Whether it is offense or defense, my position is at the basket, and my responsibility is currently to win every rebound. I am running, and as long as I run to the basket, I have a chance to win this rebound.

The basketball rebounded, and I jumped up, caught the ball in the air, and smashed it hard towards the basket.

"Coax!" The atmosphere of the court suddenly became warm. Shocks and roars came. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew they were cheering for me. The dunk was not elegant, not as perfect as Vince Carter, but this dunk was violent enough!

I looked at the basket, and both Courtney Alexander and Marcus Fitzer fell under the basketball rack, but that was not my reason, they fell during the block just now.

I let go, stepped on the ground with my feet, and looked back at Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler, one was still at the basket on the other side, and the other just passed halftime. Eddie Curry leaned on his knees, gasping heavily, and his tired look appeared on his face, Tyson Chandler was also constantly wiping the sweat on his face.

I'm better physically than the two of them, faster than the two of them, and more importantly, I'm hardworking than the two of them, I can chase every rebounding ball, so I can beat them, even though this time it's one-on-two! But I have enough confidence
Chapter completed!