"How many points do you want him to get? How many points do you want him to get? He scored 11 points in the past 3 minutes! He has already scored 56 points in the whole game. Do you want him to get 60 points? Or do you want him to get 70 points? How many points do you want a second-grade rookie to get to get? Do you have 100 points?"

"Jerome, will you foul? Will you? Can you *** a little more manly? Why is it soft like a California noodles when facing that rookie!".

"Vladimir, do you understand double-teaming? Do you understand? Double-teaming! Do you understand that No. 10 double-teaming! Do you understand?"

"I hope you understand that this game is no longer a question of whether we can win. This game has become a question of whether we can stop the No. 10 scoring. You must stop the No. 10 scoring. If you let such a 21-year-old rookie score 60 points, I tell you, you will be crucified forever and will never be able to turn over..."

Mike Milan could be heard roaring across the court. He was very angry. He was very dissatisfied with his players not defending me from attacking, so he shouted loudly.

The Wizards looked like a lot of laughter and the score exceeded 1 point. In the past 3 minutes, the Wizards' offensive efficiency was very high, and they scored points in succession, and scored a small ** and successfully overturned the score with a 15:7 small **.

I scored 11 of 15 points. Although at least 6 of these 11 points were given to me by my teammates, this was a real 11 points. As long as I scored another point in the last minute, I will get my 2000th point. If I scored another 4 points, I will successfully become the youngest person to score 60 points.

Doug Collins seemed to be chewing gum in his mouth and kept thinking about the tactics behind him. After thinking about n seconds, he finally made the final arrangement.

"According to the current situation, the opponent will definitely defend Kwame strictly, and it is very likely that he will use foul tactics, but I decided to let Kwame play singles, but my singles are not a single in the real sense, but Kwame uses their excessive concentration to create their foul. They have committed 4 times in the fourth quarter now. As long as they foul again, we will get a free throw..." Doug Collins said his tactical arrangement with a firm look on his eyes.

To evaluate whether a tactic is good or not, is appropriate. The only criterion is to see whether this tactic brings the expected effect and whether it will allow the team to win. Although this so-called foul tactic is a tactic that Doug Collins just came out of the roar of Mike Milan on the opposite side of the court, as long as it is useful, it can allow the Wizards to win the final victory, then this is a good tactic, although this tactic is a bit tricky.

The pause time ended quickly and the game entered the final battle.

Jerome James stood on the sideline to serve. I kept jumping in front of Jerome James, holding up his hands to interfere with Jerome James' vision. However, Jerome James' height and wingspan had certain advantages over me. Although I caused him some trouble, he still successfully passed the basketball. Rashad Lewis took advantage of his physical advantage to carry Caron Butler to the side and successfully received the basketball.

Rashad Lewis, who was 208 cm tall, did not dare to dribble and break through. After receiving the ball, he threw it directly to Freddymir Radmanovich who was directly inserted into the inside from a 45-degree angle. Carlos Butler, who was moving relatively slowly, was thrown away half of the body by the Yugoslavs, and could only watch the Yugoslavs overtake the score again with a dunk.

With 44 seconds left, the Supersonics led by one point.

The Wizards did not call a timeout. Michael Jordan faced Ray Allen's specious press, pushing forward step by step, and successfully transported the ball to the frontcourt when the number above the rebound became 16.

I knew it was my turn to perform the following performance, and it was my turn to perform the foul technique, but before the performance, I had to get the basketball first, but behind me was Jerome James, and Vladimir Radmanovich and Rashad Lewis kept interfering alternately.

I have to make changes. If I continue to be in the inside, I am very likely to not even touch the hair of basketball.

I hit Jerome James hard and smashed him into the basket, and I turned around and ran to the gap between Rashad Lewis and Vladimir Radmanovich, drilled through the middle of them, and came to the outside line.

Michael Jordan passed the ball to me, and then he quickly drilled through Ray Allen and penetrated directly behind Vladimir Radmanovich.

I received the basketball and turned halfway, without any chance to shoot, because the Yugoslavs had already pressed their whole body against me, and I could not make a complete move at all, and it was impossible to even jump without interruption.

But my purpose is not to shoot, my purpose is to create fouls. The shooting requires coherence and complete movements, while creating fouls only requires the opponent's palm to touch my arm.

I jumped up, jumped up hard, raised the ball over my head with both hands, and under Vladimir Radmanovich's eyes, I didn't even see the basket clearly. But this was enough. I tried hard to stand up, hoping that the Yugoslav in front of me could touch my arm.

The expected foul of the thug did not appear, so I tried hard to stand up in the air for a longer time.

The Yugoslav's palm that covered my eyes slowly dropped. The ability to bounce and stagnate the air was far inferior to that of my Yugoslav. Although he jumped later than me, he began to fall earlier than me. His palm slowly left my eyes. My eyes could see the basket in the distance clearly. I gently held it with my left hand and prepared to push the basketball in my hand with force.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound finally rang out, my left arm was hit hard, and my arm was numb. I threw the basketball hard, landed on my feet, and looked at my left arm. A big red handprint was clearly printed on the inside of my left forearm.

pain!

numb!

Or sour!

An indescribable feeling hit my brain. In addition to pain, numbness and sourness, my left forearm seemed to be completely disobeying my command at that moment. I kept stroking my left forearm with my right hand, trying to relieve the bad feeling, but it took little effect.

This is what Mike Milan called a fierce foul. Such a foul directly caused my left forearm to temporarily lose its offensive ability. I'm going to free throws now. I believe I have an 80% chance of shooting three-nos.

"Boy! Be careful, I didn't grow up jealous!" Vladimir Radmanovich said viciously. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his foul.

Doug Collins arranged the tactics to be reasonable. As long as I can get the free throw, this tactic will be successful, but the premise is that I have to get the basketball in. But as far as I see, it is difficult for me to get the ball in.

I glared fiercely at the Yugoslav who looked proud on the left side of the paint area. This bastard was grinning with a big mouth, turning his head with Jerome. James muttered. It was obvious that he thought his foul was very powerful and I could not easily get the basketball in.

What should I do? I frowned. Once I can't make the free throw, Doug Collins' tactics will fail, and the team is likely to win a defeat after a 48-minute hard battle.

The team has lost Chauncey Billups. Today, Chris Whitney, the old point guard, is again. The team without point guards, and the team that has no point guards are all playing badly. It is very likely that the opponent will seize the Wizards in the later games to make a big fuss. Last year, the Wizards suffered too many defeats because of the point guard's ineffectiveness. This year, the Wizards are likely to lose again.

Now we must win this victory. After winning this victory, the morale of the Wizards will be higher. The Wizards will play more relaxed and will be able to perform better in future games.

I glanced at Brent Barry, the direct successor of the "piercing the urinary pot" free throw position. He was solemnly bent down and preparing, without looking at me at all. Although he is not a big star, his professionalism is worth learning from by everyone.

If your left arm is not sensitive, then using the urinary position to shoot free throws may be a good choice. Although I have not received this training, even a rookie like Sakuragi Hanado can shoot free throws, let alone me, a genius.

Spread the knees apart, buckle the feet inward, gently holding the fiery red elf with both hands, exerting force on the waist, driving the strength of the arm, and the basketball flew towards the basket with a whoosh.

My heart was beating violently, my breathing became rapid, and my eyes widened and I looked at the basketball flying in the air.

It bounced gently on the basket, then fell again, falling into the basket.

"Ah?!Kaome, I was forced into the first basketball in a urinary position that I had never used. He had never used this position to free the ball, but it seemed that he was very skilled in using this position..." Elvin Hayes's voice was full of surprise.

Everyone was stunned. My free throw shooting percentage this year has been maintained at more than 80%. My free throw posture is very standard and I rarely make mistakes, but suddenly changing the free throw posture to holding a urinary cushion surprised everyone.

Vladimir Radmanovic looked at me in surprise with his mouth wide open. He seemed to be unable to believe that I actually hit the basketball in an ugly urinary position, but whether it was ugly or not was not related to the basketball's entry or not. As long as I entered, no matter how ugly the shooting was, it would be perfect.

The second free throw was hit again, and cheers came to the side of the court, celebrating the Wizards' lead again.

"Boy, you're very tender, you miscalculated!" I smiled softly, stepped back, provoking Vladimir Radmanovitch with a serious face.

The Yugoslav, who had his eyebrows tightly locked, suddenly raised his hand and punched me in the face.

I'm in a hurry

I turned my head and tried to dodge, but the distance was too close and I didn't completely dodge, so I let the Yugoslav's fist rub against my left cheek, and the left cheek was burning.

I was not confused, I was very awake, and I screamed "ah" and fell hard to the floor.

"drop!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and he made a gesture to the Yugoslavs, pointing his hand off the field. (To be continued...)


Chapter completed!