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Chapter 355

Because I was leading too much, at the beginning of the second half, Doug Collins asked me, Larry Hughes, Richard Hamilton, and Chauncey Billups to go off the court and sent Brandon Haywood, Carlos Boozer, Caron Butler, Michael Jordan, and Tyrone Rue to five...

The Pacers have a full lineup, with Brad Miller, Jermaine O'Neal, Ron Artest, Reggie Miller and Jamal Tinsley all playing. It seems that Isaiah Thomas decided to make another move.

33:61

The Pacers lost 28 points, which was dismayed and very unbearable, but it did not make people despair, especially since there were two quarters of time left in the game, and there was enough time, and they still had a glimmer of hope.

I raised my head and took a sip of water, turned my head and told Richard Hamilton that I would go back and invite everyone to dinner at Beston. Suddenly, a deafening sound came to the stadium.

"Reggie!Reggie!"

I didn't know what was going on, so I quickly watched the ball on the court. The guy Reggie Miller was clenching his fist with his left hand and quickly retreated. The camera just now was playing on the big screen above the court.

Because the game was too much ahead, and when something happened, the Wizards' players on the court had not become nervous and did not defend seriously. As a result, Brad Miller served a fast ball from the bottom line and passed it to Jamal Tinsley who had already run to the center circle. Jamal Tinsley took the ball and turned around and threw it out. Reggie Miller received the basketball outside the three-point line. At this time, everyone in the Wizards did not realize Reggie Miller's threat. Reggie Miller made three-pointers from the three-point line with a cool shot.

The basketball passed through the basket, causing countless ripples to the Nets. This ball was really straightforward. It took Reggie Miller to score in the frontcourt for 4 seconds. The basketball didn't land at all. It was a single attack. I suddenly felt an ominous feeling in my heart.

"Everyone is serious, this is the playoffs! This is not an exhibition game!" Michael Jordan was shouting, yelling at his teammates.

Fortunately! Michael Jordan is here. As long as he is here, Reggie Miller will not make too many storms. I keep comforting myself, but my heart has been lifted up. I know how great Reggie Miller is, how many classics Reggie Miller has contributed in NBA history, and knowing that he can still not lose the disadvantage when he is against Michael Jordan. I feel so scared in my heart. As a fan, I seem to have so much anticipation.

Michael Jordan was on the court, and Tyrone Luan steadily transported the ball to the frontcourt without entering the singles mode where the small universe exploded. As soon as he passed the frontcourt, he passed the basketball to Michael Jordan and asked Michael Jordan to dribble against the terrible killer.

Reggie Miller's mouth kept squirming. His big mouth never stopped when facing anyone, but when facing Jordan, it was definitely the fastest squirming frequency.

Michael Jordan dribbled steadily at the three-point line, directing everyone's placement. Caron Butler and Tyrone Ru kept moving, while Carlos Boozer and Brandon Haywood in the inside were constantly competing, but Michael Jordan never had the chance to win.

Michael Jordan seemed to be ready to come by himself, facing Reggie Miller's almost octopus defense, Michael Jordan suddenly leaned against Reggie Miller with his shoulder, reached out to pull the basketball, and drilled through Reggie Miller's left side.

"drop!"

The referee's whistle sounded. Reggie Miller sat on the ground.

Michael Jordan smashed the basketball hard on the floor and ran to the backcourt with the mysterious trash words in his mouth.

Reggie Miller and Michael Jordan stood one-on-one outside the three-point line again. Facing their old opponent, Michael Jordan stared at him without blinking, and kept following Reggie Miller, the guy running.

Jamal Tinsley used his strong body to single Tyrone Lu on his back. He kept pushing Tyrone Lu down the basket like a bulldozer. When it was on the three-point line, Jamal Tinsley suddenly turned around and drilled into the inside from Tyrone Lu's left side. Michael Jordan quickly made up for defense, trying to stop Jamal Tinsley's attack on the inside.

Jamal Tinsley passed the ball, and the basketball passed to Reggie Miller outside the three-point line. Reggie Miller outside the three-point line jumped high outside the three-point line again.

Tyron Ru, who had just switched defense with Michael Jordan, jumped up against Reggie Miller, but his height of only 185 cm had no effect on Reggie Miller's attack, but instead gave him a chance to score a four-pointer.

Reggie Miller made a free throw, and the 28-minute score difference suddenly reached 21 points. Another deafening "Reggie" sound came from the stadium.

He is a hero, he is the Indian man who has always been. Since 1987, he has been a hero in this city. Although he cannot jump high or run fast, he uses his tenacious spirit and sharp three-pointers to guard the great Polis.

"Michael, come on!" I stood up from the bench and shouted at Michael Jordan.

Michael Jordan looked up at me, stretched out his right thumb and index finger to connect it, and the other three fingers stretched out and made an "ok" gesture, and his firm eyes showed his firmness.

After Tyrone Lu dribbled to the frontcourt, Michael Jordan pulled the ball from the outside to catch the ball. He held the ball with one hand in his left hand, stood still facing Reggie Miller, and made a gesture with his right hand, asking everyone to pull it apart, and he wanted to play singles.

The space has been opened, and the inside has enough space for Michael Jordan to make complete moves.

Michael Jordan moved. His feet were pressed, his shoulders shook, and his body suddenly rushed towards Reggie Miller's left side. Reggie Miller, who was close to Michael Jordan, quickly followed up and tried to block Michael Jordan's position, but this was just a fake move. Michael Jordan stopped urgently, and the basketball passed the basketball from behind to his left hand. He used the half of his body that had just been throwing away Reggie Miller and rushed into the inside from Reggie Miller's right side.

I think no one knows Michael Jordan better than Reggie Miller, even the Jazz's black and white two-way evil spirits. His understanding made him make the most accurate moves. He slid a step in a slanted way, and this step made his body tightly press against Michael Jordan again.

It was already on the edge of the paint area. Michael Jordan held the ball in his right hand, jumped up with force, stretched out his strong body in the air.

"Bang!" A loud thug sounded loudly under the basket.

"Boom!" Michael Jordan hung on the basket.

"Drip!" The referee blew the whistle.

At the last moment, Reggie Miller, who was already squeezed by Michael Jordan and was about to lose his position, used a foul. I believe he must know that it is very likely that he would be created a 2+1, but he still slapped his hand on Michael Jordan's arm without hesitation.

Michael Jordan let go and jumped from the basket, walked directly to Reggie Miller, opened his mouth, and shouted something loudly at Reggie Miller. Reggie Miller kept retorting.

I faintly heard my name, Michael Jordan and Reggie Miller kept talking three points.

The referee's appearance at the right time prevented the old opponent from talking, and Michael Jordan stood on the free throw line and made a free throw.

Ron Artest quickly sent the baseline ball, and Jamal Tinsley dribbled in the frontcourt like a wind. The center of gravity of the dribble seemed a bit outrageous, which attracted Tyron Lu to come over to try to steal, but it was obvious that Tyron Lu's steal level was still a bit inferior.

Reggie Miller was about to go down, Michael Jordan was chasing, Ron Artest ran back from the backcourt and stood in front of Michael Jordan, Reggie Miller once again got a glimmer of opportunity.

The basketball came to Reggie Miller's hand, twisted his body and jumped up hard, making some adjustments in the air. The basketball got into the basket like a guide system installed.

"f*ck, see, this is my three-pointer, I *** is the king of three..." Reggie Miller looked at Michael Jordan as soon as he landed his feet, rushing trash talk.

"Is this your classic work? It's so ugly. Even the rookie you mentioned is more beautiful than you!" Michael Jordan and Reggie Miller yelled at each other.

This time it happened not far from my eyes, and I clearly heard their roar.

I know Michael Jordan is using me to stimulate Reggie Miller's nerves, hoping to disrupt Reggie Miller's nerves with my big victory over Reggie Miller in the three-point match, but Michael Jordan's words seemed to have a little counterproductive effect. Reggie Miller has made three three-pointers in a row, and one of them is 3+1. In the 2 minutes of the opening of the third quarter, Reggie Miller's condition was surprisingly good.

"You have the ability to let that rookie come on the court? Let's see how I kill him!" Reggie Miller stared at Michael Jordan opposite with his eyes.

"Let's talk about it when you catch up with the score! If you are really good, the score will not be more than 20 points behind!" Michael Jordan responded.

The referee appeared again, preventing the two from fighting.

Reggie Miller walked to the backcourt in anger. He happened to pass by the Wizards' bench and stood on the sidelines when he saw me. His body, which had already passed, suddenly broke back.

Reggie Miller stood on the basketball court and pointed at me outside the court with his index finger, then gently hooked it. Then he gave a thumbs up, curled up the other four fingers, pointed at himself, and pointed at me, and the thumb of his right hand pointed to the floor again.

provocative!

This is an absolute provocation

Everyone in the world knows what this means, there is no other meaning, and there is no ambiguity.

There was a smoky atmosphere in the stadium, and everyone was shouting:

"Reggie, kill that rookie!..."

"Reggie, kill that bastard!"..


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