"I know everyone is very tired! But the game is not over yet, and there is still a whole quarter of the game. We must reduce our holdings, otherwise we may be wasted all our efforts. I need everyone to grit their teeth and persevere..././.."

The Nets' re-took scene made Doug Collins make up his mind. He decided to let me, Dennis Rodman, Caron Butler, Michael Jordan, Chauncey Billups hold on for another 5 minutes. As long as the score is still 20 points in five minutes, the Wizards can basically be sure to scoop down this game.

Jason Kidd took Carey Kitels, Kenyon Martin, Richard Jefferson, Jason Collins' starting lineup on the court. Each of them had a tight face, his bright eyes seemed to be full of fighting **, and no one was talking. Perhaps they felt that those trash words that were nutritious were meaningless, and all they had to do was to defeat us like a man.

However, everyone on my side is a pure man, and no one has the smell of a woman in his blood. We will not let them succeed so easily.

I stood at the bottom line and served the ball at the bottom line. Jason Collins pressed tightly, stood in front of me and waved his two thick arms with his teeth and claws. Carey Kittles entangled Michael Jordan, Jason Kidd followed Chauncey Billups, Kenyon Martin tightly in front of Dennis Rodman, and Richard Jefferson and Caron Butler turned into conjoined babies.

The whole audience pressed!

The Nets used their ultimate weapon to chase points - the full-game press.

Something went wrong! I couldn't find the target to catch the ball. I don't know who I should pass the basketball to. Almost everyone was stuck tightly by the opponent.

Time passes by minute by second, and the five-second serving time is about to end. If the ball cannot be sent out again, the ball rights will be exchanged.

I was ready to call a timeout. Although calling a timeout before the fourth quarter started, it really hurts morale, but there is no way to do this.

But Michael Jordan stopped me from doing this. He rushed forward and then stopped quickly, turned around and ran towards the frontcourt, tightly pressing against him. He suddenly threw away a position.

I threw the basketball high. Michael Jordan stretched out his right hand and ran towards the frontcourt with the basketball in the air.

But Michael Jordan did not run far, and Kenyon Martin, who had been entangled with Dennis Rodman, moved his body and stood on the way Michael Jordan was moving forward. Michael Jordan, who was caught off guard, suddenly bumped into Kenyon Martin.

Basketball is lost!

Dennis Rodman bent down to grab the basketball jumping on the floor, but Kenyon Martin, who was hit by Michael Jordan, suddenly lay on the ground and hugged the basket tightly.

Dennis Rodman didn't care whether the foul was fouled or not. He inserted his hands into Kenyon Martin's arms and pulled the basketball out with great strength. He actually pulled Kenyon Martin on the ground and moved ten centimeters.

"Ding!"

The referee's whistle sounded. The referee pointed at Kenyon Martin and Dennis Rodman and made gestures to compete for the ball.

Dennis Rodman looked disdainful and proudly said to Kenyon Martin, who was still lying on the ground: "Even if I am old, I am better than you idiot!"

Kenyon Martin got up from the ground, raised his fist and was about to start hitting. But Jason Kidd hugged Kenyon Martin at the right time and said loudly in Kenyon Martin's ear: "He did it on purpose! He was deliberately irritating you! Don't be fooled!"

The referee came up and gave Kenyon Martin and Dennis Rodman a warning each, temporarily eliminating the germination of the war in the bud.

Kenyon Martin and Dennis Rodman stood in the middle circle, and the two bent over and stared at the basketball in the referee's hand, ready to earn the basketball for their respective teams.

The basketball was thrown up, and I obviously saw Dennis Rodman behind Kenyon Martin at the moment of jumping, and was obviously behind Kenyon Martin in the height of jumping. I quickly made a judgment in my mind, and I moved my left foot to the left and quickly stuck in front of Jason Kidd.

As expected, Kenyon Martin shot the basketball to Jason Kidd. After Jason Kidd received the ball, he slapped hard and rushed towards me.

I was laughing. I was stuck on the road ahead of Jason Kidd, as long as he took a step forward. Jason Kidd would definitely be on my body. If that were the case, as long as I went back, it would definitely be an offensive foul.

But I miscalculated. Before he touched me, Jason Kidd, who was known as the best point guard in NBA, suddenly hit the basketball with his left hand. The basketball rebounded to his right hand. Then he turned around with his right foot as the axis and rushed over from the left side of my body. Jason Kidd didn't touch me at all.

There is no too much fancy move, this is a simple big turn, but Jason Kidd's big turn shows an extremely smooth beauty this time.

At that moment, I was stunned! When I woke up, Jason Kidd had already left.

Chauncey Billups was interfering with Jason Kidd and interfering with Jason Kidd's breakthrough to the basket, but Jason Kidd did not penetrate into the basket. When his left foot stepped into the three-point line, he suddenly stopped suddenly, pulled back his body and retracted the left foot that entered the three-point line. Then he jumped high outside the three-point line, raised the basketball, leaned back slightly, and threw out the fiery red elf in his hand.

Chauncey Billups had already jumped, but the hasty jumping could not affect Jason Kid's shooting basket at all.

The ball went in! An extremely outstanding three-pointer.

"Send the ball! Hit the ball behind you!" Doug Collins shouted loudly on the sidelines, reminding us to send the basketball out quickly. This is the most effective way to destroy the opponent's pressing all over the court.

The Nets' men have not completely moved from offensive state to defense. Caron Butler has quickly picked up the basketball, stood on the bottom line, and threw the basketball out.

The basketball threw the ball towards Chauncey Billups, Chauncey Billups is the point guard and the best player in the Wizards. Under normal circumstances, there is no problem in passing the basketball to Chauncey Billups, but this time the problem is really big.

Jason Kidd, who scored a three-pointer, was not far from Chauncey Billups. When Caron Butler threw the basketball into the air, Jason Kidd rushed towards the cheetah. Before Chauncey Billups received the basketball, he slapped the basketball out.

The basketball flew away. In the midst of chaos, Richard Jefferson picked up the basketball and hugged it tightly in his arms with two pairs. He kept shaking his upper body, making his elbows open and transform into a nuclear weapon.

Seeing that there was no chance to take advantage of the situation, the Wizards once again settled and prepared to set up positions to defend.

The basketball was passed by Richard Jefferson to Jason Kidd again. Jason Kidd looked at the numbers above the rebound and was slowly pacing, weighing the tactics he had to adopt in the next step.

Time passed slowly, but Jason Kidd did not use the meaning of 24 seconds. When the number on the big screen became 15, he moved. He beat the basketball hard and rushed to the left side of Chauncey Billups. Chauncey Billups quickly moved the center of gravity, but Jason Kidd beat the basketball hard, and the basketball hit the floor and bounced from the floor to Jason Kidd's left hand. Jason Kidd's left hand moved forward to the basketball, and used a very beautiful body to pass Chauncey Billups in disguise and directly inserted into the inside.

Kenyon Martin sideways, blocking Dennis Rodman tightly behind him. His strength is not as strong as Kenyon Martin's Dennis Rodman was unable to come to make up for defense for the moment, and the basket became a one-on-one single-match between Jason Kidd and me.

The ball was moving rhythmically in Jason Kidd's hands. I lowered my waist vigorously, opened my eyes hard, and looked at the jumping basketball seriously, analyzing its possible movement trajectory.

When Jason Kidd stepped into the paint area, he held the basketball high with his left hand and jumped up, as if he wanted to make a dunk on top of my head.

Jason Kidd is only 193 cm tall. My height is 213 cm. Even if Jason Kidd jumps high in place and 60 to 70 cm, I can slap the basketball in his hand just by tiptoeing. He jumps barefootly like this and wants to make a dunk through me. I feel a little conspiracy. I doubt that Jason Kidd wants to deceive my defense through this action, and then he passes the ball to others, and always tear off the offense easily.

My body was about to jump up under conditioned reflexes, but when I realized that this might be a trap, I fell down hard, stood firmly on the ground, stretched out my hands, and held up to try to interfere with Jason Kidd's sight.

Jason Kidd's face in the air was ferocious, and his gritted teeth seemed to never give up until he poured the basketball into the basket.

I suddenly realized that I might be wrong. Jason Kidd did not make any conspiracy. He just wanted to fight me one-on-one. He just wanted to make a dunk on my head. He wanted to boost the morale of the Nets by dunking the opponent's center. He wanted to make the Nets ignite hope of winning again.

I jumped hard, but it was too late, Jason Kidd leaned on my outstretched right hand and poured the basketball hard into the basket.

"The Nets will win!" Jason Kidd hung high on the basket, and he opened his mouth and roared hard.

"The Nets will win!" All the fans in the stadium responded to his roar.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle of the foul, and I could only raise my right hand high and signal that I was the one who made the mistake just now.

.............

The game continued, but it was obvious that the morale of the Nets had risen. Byron Scott's scolding made the entire Nets wake up from their sleep. They played an extremely dreamy 2 and a half minutes at the beginning of the fourth quarter. In these two and a half minutes, the Wizards' basketball never reached the frontcourt. The Nets beat the Wizards and beat them up. Within 2 and a half minutes, they actually played a 10:0 **.

pause!

Doug Collins had to call for a pause. I dragged two tired thighs off the court. I sat on the folding pad and gasped heavily. This time I was really tired.

Doug Collins stared at us for about 3 seconds, and he had already seen our fatigue from the beads of sweat that kept falling from our faces, but he had to make up his mind to let us continue to play.

"Brendon, you replace Dennis, and then you serve the bottom line. When serving, Kwame Brownie stands in this place and do a catch. Your height is the highest. Defending your Jason Collins moves very slowly, and you will easily get rid of his defense. You are the first catch point, and after you catch the basketball, turn around and dribble. Remember, don't dribble too much. When someone comes to clamp you, you have to pass the basketball out."

"Changxi, when you catch the ball, you have to cover it with Caron. You two must run like this, and strive for..."

The Wizards have to solve the problem that the ball cannot pass the half-time. Doug Collins thought hard and arranged a tactic for me to catch the ball inside the three-point line when Jason Collins moved slowly. Then I dribbled the ball to the frontcourt to try to attract others to come and guard me, and then open up space for others.

Doug Collins now has to use the unconventional tactic of using center to catch the ball, which is also the key to his sudden idea of ​​cracking the opponent's full-game pressing tactic. There is no way, Doug Collins does not have enough chips to choose other tactics for him to choose from. This tactic is the best tactic he can think of.

At the end of the timeout, Brandon Haywood replaced Dennis Rodman Rodman, Lonnie Baxter replaced Michael Jordan, Doug Collins allowed the two oldest men to take a break to prepare for the final preparations. I, Caron Butler, Chauncey Billups, and the three of them still had to fight on the field.

I gritted my teeth hard, stood up, and jumped hard. I relieved my tension and relaxed myself a little more. I tried to let my physical strength pass slowly through mental relaxation.

"Let's go! Do some Nets!" I shouted loudly.

"Kill the Nets!" several people were shouting loudly, but I could hear from the sound of the confluence that Lonny Baxter and Brandon Haywood had the loudest voices, and the others were so tired that they didn't even dare to shout loudly.

"Kill the Wizards!" The group of people standing up on the refueling table across the Nets shouted loudly. It was obvious that their morale was much higher than that of the Wizards, and now they still have much more physical strength than the Wizards.

Brandon stood at the baseline and scooped up the basketball. Chauncey Billups and Caron Butler were crossing positions, covering each other, trying to find a suitable opportunity to catch the ball. Lonny Baxter, who had just started playing, was running constantly, driving Richard Jefferson to run around. His brisk steps suddenly threw away Richard Jefferson's half position, but this half position was not enough to allow him to easily catch the basketball, so he could only continue running.

Time was slowly passing by. When time was almost gone, Lonny Baxter suddenly appeared beside Jason Collins. I walked sideways from behind Lonny Baxter. Brandon Haywood threw the basketball. I jumped high and received the basketball, then turned around and beat the basketball forward, and quickly ran to the front court.

Richard Jefferson chased me wildly. Although I was very physically strong and had excellent running skills, I still had a certain gap compared to Richard Jefferson, the small forward, especially when I was carrying a basketball and my physical fitness was exhausted.

Four steps, just four steps, Richard Jefferson had caught up with me and reached out from my side to steal the basketball in my hand.

I didn't hesitate at all. I knew that if I continued to drag the ball, I would inevitably be stolen. I stopped urgently, reached out and pulled the basketball, clamped the basketball in my hand, held it high above my head, and threw it towards the left line.

Chauncey Billups was running fast there, and the old fox, Jason Kidd, was half a step behind him. It was not safe to pass the ball to him at this time, but this was my only choice.

Chauncey Billups received the basketball, and an emergency stop pushed Jason Kidd, who was chasing behind him, and one body broke through the other side of Jason Kidd in disguise. However, Jason Kidd, who was as good as him, posted it up again after a brief adjustment.

I passed the basketball out, Richard Jefferson no longer cared about me, and he went to chase Caron Butler again because Jason Collins, who moved extremely slowly, was still far away in the backcourt, while Caron Butler had already reached the frontcourt, and he had no one to defend. At this moment, the Wizards were five-for-four in the frontcourt, but I was the one who was missed.

The most likely thing to miss a person in the fast break is that I didn't move very slowly, and I broke into the three-point line. At this time, I was defending myself as Jason Collins just passed the half, and I half turned around and asked for the ball towards Chauncey Billups.

Chauncey Billups passed the basketball to my hand in time. I was empty, so I scooped the basketball and took three steps.

One step, two steps, and using the rhythm, I shook away the Kyrie Kitels who ran over to intercept me. I jumped up gently and pushed the basketball into the basket.

"The Wizards will win!" I hung on the basket and shouted loudly.

Responding to me was the booing sounds all over the sky.

The Wizards finally scored! This is a welcome thing, although the score was very difficult this time. But in the next second, all the Washingtonians could no longer laugh.

When I jumped off the basket, Richard Jefferson had already sent the basketball out of the bottom line. Jason Kidd rushed with the basketball and left all the Wizards far behind.

Lonnie Baxter is trying hard to chase back. He is the one with the most physical fitness in the Wizards so far. The others are standing in the backcourt and waiting slowly, slowly moving towards the backcourt, trying to recover their physical strength, and strive to get the next goal in the next attack.

Lonnie Baxter tried his best, but when Jason Kidd threw the basketball high towards the rebound and Kenyon Martin fell from the sky, all his efforts seemed so pale.

I suddenly felt a little sad for Lonnie Baxter. Lonnie Baxter is a rookie and has hardly played in the playoffs. His first appearance was like this, which is a kind of sadness. But now the Wizards no one has a wide shoulders enough to shelter him from the wind and rain.

The game continued, and the Wizards were moving forward with difficulty. The Wizards tried their best to score the basketball again and again, but the Nets always used their light and quick attacks to make the Washington people sink again.

The score is slowly getting closer. Although the speed is very slow, it is always getting closer. When I had 11 seconds left in the game, when I didn't make that three-pointer, the score difference was only 2 points left.

The decisive battle has arrived. I will keep marking the cross on my chest whether it is life or death for the next attack. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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