The basketball was gently thrown into the air by the referee. I jumped up hard, stretched out my right arm, and slapped the fiery red elf with my right palm.

Almost at the same time, a big man wearing the Spurs No. 21 jersey opposite me also quickly rose into the air. His arms raised high were also trying hard to reach the fiery red elf in the air.

Michael Jordan said: The finals are simple, with a hard-working heart, and pouring all your strength into the court from the first second of the game.

This was the first second, I jumped up, and I could say very responsibly that I used all my strength to compete for the basketball. But the man standing in front of me seemed to be using his perfect side to interpret what the level of MVP is.

Tim Duncan is excellent, but he is still a little under the competition of pure bounce power. I took a photo of the basketball, and the basketball went over Tim Duncan's fingertips toward Chauncey Billups' position.

My feet landed, and I didn't look back at how Chauncey Billups would handle the ball. I kicked hard with my feet and ran to the frontcourt quickly. I used my speed to shake off Tim Duncan, who was facing me, and used my strong strength to rush the opponent's defense to a scattered scattered like a rugby running back.

The 14-meter half-court length was completely measured in a few breaths. I had already reached the basket. I turned my head and stretched out my palm to try to catch the accurate long pass from Chauncey Billups that had been passed countless times, and then directly attacked the opponent's basket. Give the opponent a warning. But what surprised me was that Tim Duncan was only one step away from me.

Chauncey Billups, who had never missed, failed. He had thrown the basketball over, and the basketball drew a perfect arc and fell straight into my raised hands.

I was praying, praying that the basketball should not be touched by Tim Duncan, but there were too many prayers that God had not heard. This time he ignored it at all. Tim Duncan, who was jumping high in front of me, reached out to the flying basketball.

Everyone says that Tim Duncan's best thing is his calmness and the standard 45-degree angle of the board, but his speed and bounce are definitely very excellent, even if it is slightly less than mine. The gap is definitely just a little bit.

The basketball flew into the air again, but the target of his flight was no longer me. If nothing unexpected happened, he would appear in the hands of Tim Duncan in the next moment.

Michael Jordan said: The finals are simple. Have a hard-working heart, pour all your strength into the court from the first second of the game, and compete for every rebound and every floor ball from the first second.

This ball is not a basketball or a floor ball, but I have to compete for this basketball in order to win.

Tim Duncan stuck my position in front of me, and I had no advantage in position at all. If it were before, I might give up, but this is the finals. In this series, any abandonment may lead to the loss of the championship ring.

Michael Jordan said: In the finals, the referees are very cautious in the judgment of any foul. They will not punish every foul. If necessary muscle collisions, the referees will not judge the foul!

I moved, and I pushed my feet hard, one side of my body. I used my shoulders to hit Tim Duncan, who had touched the tip of my fingers.

Tim Duncan didn't expect my life to hit me, and he was hit by me. The basketball that was about to fall into his hand suddenly hit the back of his hand. Then he fell to the floor.

I lowered my center of gravity and tried to pick up the basketball that bounced back when I hit the floor. But with the help of my collision, Tim Duncan fell to the ground with the help of my collision. With my hands closed, I wanted to take the basketball into my arms.

I was anxious. My body, which was originally very well controlled and balanced, flew out parallel to the floor after I stepped hard again. My left hand reached the inside of the basketball in Tim Duncan's arms, and his right hand closed up to hold the basketball in Tim Duncan's hand, then exerted all his strength and pulled hard. Tim Duncan and I on the floor directly started a tug-of-war match.

I didn't snatch the basketball, but the referee's whistle blew at the right time.

"Tim Duncan steals, he steals the pass from Chauncey Billups to Kwame Brown, Idiot! Oh my God! Kwame Brown actually used his strength to hit Tim Duncan... The basketball fell to the floor, the two of them rolled together, and neither of them let go..."

"Oh my God! Is this Tim? Duncan? Is this Kwame? Brown? Are they the core of these two teams? Why do we feel that they are not the core of the team at all. They are just blue-collar insiders who do rough and dirty work in these two teams?"

"But, this is Tim Duncan, this is Kwame Brown. If they did not have such a spirit of hard work, they would not have achieved such great results today, and they would not have become such great superstars..." The DJ at the scene was roaring wildly, screaming so much incredible, and screaming so much certainty.

I succeeded! The finals experience taught to us by Michael Jordan played a role in success at this moment. I used a foul as the team to win a chance to compete for the ball. Although the referee gave me a warning, it doesn't matter how many times such a warning comes.

Tim Duncan made the face plate that was already very flat. But his slightly angry look could not change the referee's penalty.

After 6 seconds of the opening game, the basketball flew from the referee to the ceiling again. When the basketball's upward momentum showed its decline, Tim Duncan and I flew into the air again and reached for the fiery red elf again.

The two big hands fell on the basketball almost at the same time. Under the influence of two powerful forces of the two of us, the basketball produced a deformation that could almost be seen with the naked eye.

Tim Duncan gritted his teeth hard. The muscles on his arms that were not thick were bulging. He even used the strength to feed himself, but under the competition of pure strength, he had to admit defeat and the basketball flew out in the direction of my force.

Richard Hamilton received the basketball, but Richard Hamilton was entangled by Stephen Jackson the moment he turned around with the ball. Stephen Jackson's defense can be described as the word sticking, and Richard Hamilton had no chance to take action at all.

Under Stephen Jackson's defense, Richard Hamilton could only turn around and protect the basketball, and then passed it to Chauncey Billups who was wandering outside.

Chauncey Billups slowly moved the basketball from the outside, facing Tony Parker Chauncey Billups, who was nearly 5 cm shorter than him and much faster than him, looking for opportunities carefully.

But this is the finals, opportunities are not so easy to find. If opportunities are so easy to find, then it is not the finals.

Time passed by seconds and the number above the rebound had already become 4, and Chauncey Billups still did not find a good opportunity.

Doug Collins shouted on the sidelines: "There's no time!"

The fans in the stands were shouting excitedly: "5,4,3,..."

Chauncey Billups, who had no choice, bravely chose to break through. Without fake moves, there was not even the simplest change. Chauncey Billups was just a mistake, adjusted his pace, and rushed directly to Tony Parker's left.

Tony Parker quickly moved his center of gravity and used his speed to stick Chauncey Billups, but when he put it on Chauncey Billups, he encountered Chauncey Billups' emergency stop. His whole body suddenly pounced on Chauncey Billups. Under the interaction between the force and the reaction force, Chauncey Billups quickly rushed to the inside line again, but Tony Parker could only stop and watch Chauncey leave.

Although there are always a few exceptions in the history of NBA, we cannot help but admit one thing: the existence of a super insider is the cornerstone of a team's success. It is difficult for a team without a super insider to become a team with a goal of championships.

The Wizards and the Spurs are both teams aiming for the championship, and the inside of both teams are definitely at the championship level. The Spurs are 211 cm tall Tim Duncan and 216 cm tall David Robinson. The Wizards are 213 cm tall me and 213 cm tall Brandon Haywood. Four big men squeezed into the small paint area. There was no gap at all for Chauncey Billups to go straight to the basket.

Chauncey Billups couldn't get close to the basket. Without time, he could only jump up and throw the basketball high before Tim Duncan stretched out his palm.

"Drip~" The buzzer that the basketball entered the basket was raging loudly. Chauncey Billups roared and ran towards the backcourt.

The ball was handed over to the Spurs. David Robinson sent the bottom line to Tony Parker, and the Frenchman dribbled the ball in a daze and ran towards the frontcourt. When he stepped across the center line, Chauncey Billups had already spread his arms and pressed against him and began a conjoined baby entanglement.

Tim Duncan and I were desperately rushing to the position. We pushed him away desperately and cut off the route of Tony Parker passing the basketball to him. When he was almost about to get rid of it, I used my muscles to hit his body without hesitation. Tim Duncan was running impatiently, trying to get a chance to catch the ball through running, but my running ability seemed to be better. I firmly locked the offensive point of Tim Duncan.

David Robinson is competing with Brandon Heywood, but the elderly David Robinson is no longer the opponent of Brandon Heywood, who is only 22 years old, in terms of strength. He can only be pushed away from the basket step by step by step by step by Brandon Heywood.

But although David Robinson was very strong when he was young, he dominated the world with his footsteps, his rapid turn speed and accurate mid-range shots.

David Robinson has been away from the paint area. Brandon Haywood can no longer push him out. If he pushes him down, he will also stay away from the basket. This will make the Wizards' basket empty. Once the opponent breaks through, the Wizards' basket will be covered without any cover.

Brandon Haywood kept stopping. David Robinson, who had been connected with him, took a step out at this time. Then he received a pass from Tony Parker, turned around, jumped high, adjusted his movements in the air, and when his body reached the highest point, he pushed the basketball out with force.

Doug Collins once told me before the game: Although David Robinson is old, his experience is still there. Once he plays out, it will be unstoppable. It is difficult for Brandon Heywood to defend himself. I must always pay attention to David Robinson's position.

I kept trying, and my eyes glanced at David Robinson from time to time. When David Robinson retreated, I felt bad. At the moment David Robinson was receiving the ball, I had already let go of the defensive wind against Tim Duncan and rushed towards David Robinson.

I slapped the fiery red elf hard, preventing David Robinson from scoring, but the basketball that flew out of the three-point line was scooped by Stephen Jackson, who had been hovering outside the three-point line. Stephen Jackson rushed in from Larry Hughes with a waist. Brandon Haywood and I were already away from the basket, and the basket was empty. If Stephen Jackson rushed in, the basketball would be a must-go.

But the Wizards are not the only ones, Brandon Haywood and I. The Wizards have three other people on the court. Richard Hamilton, who has been defending Bruce Bowen, appeared next to Stephen Jackson at the right time, and used his weak-toothed body to hit Stephen Jackson.

The fierce collision obviously made Richard Hamilton unable to bear it. He staggered and almost fell down, but Stephen Jackson, who was in a very strong body, was completely disrupted by the sudden collision. The basketball that was originally firmly controlled in his hand was dragged away from his control.

The basketball jumped on the rebound, and if no one gave him a force, he would definitely get out of the bottom line.

Bruce Bowen, who was originally doing a running in an interlude and trying to pull the Wizards' defense line, appeared in front of the basketball by chance. He bent down and picked up the basketball, preparing to jump up gently on the edge of the paint area. He used the mid-range shot that he didn't often use to scoop two points for the Spurs.

But Larry Hughes rushed over like a flying and pressed against Bruce Bowen. Bruce Bowen raised the basketball with both hands and suddenly touched Larry Hughes' chin.

Blood was splattering and the basketball was jumping. In the stunned gaze, Larry Hughes grabbed the basketball and threw it towards the frontcourt.

Chauncey Billups and Richard Hamilton were moving forward quickly, before everyone could react. He hit the board with a very beautiful one, bounced and dunked, and scooped two points for the Wizards again.

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"Is this the Wizards?" Kenny Smith analyzed the first half with Charles Barkley in the commentary seat: "How do I feel that they are the New York Knicks? There is no essential oil and wonderful attack, no beautiful shot, only the collision of iron and muscles. This is completely the Knicks of the year, Brandon Haywood is the Gorilla of the Little One, Kwame Brown is the Charles Oakley of the Big One, Larry Hughes is the porter Starks, and the Knicks of the former reorganization was carried out again in the Wizards!"

"Yes! Kenny, although your theory always lacks examples to prove it, this time I must admit one thing. The Wizards' performance today is really like the Knicks of that year. They are as hard-blooded and cruel as they are. They don't care whether their opponents will be injured, or even when they are injured. They only care whether the basketball will be defended by them and whether this basketball will hit the ball." Charles Barkley said, shaking his chubby head.

"Yes! But such a team is a terrible team, just like the Knicks back then, like the Pistons Bad Boy Legion back then, I just don't know why this Wizards became like this after just a few days. You have to know that in the last round of playoffs, their style of play was not as bloody as it was..."

"I think it might be Michael Jordan who changed them..."

"Why?"

"Because as the most important opponent in the Eastern Conference back then, only Jordan would have the deepest understanding of those two teams..."

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31:37

This is the score in the first half, you read that right, this is the score at the end of the first half, and the Wizards completely restrained their opponent's offense with crazy defense.

Although the home fans shouted "4:0" before the game and were full of confidence in the Spurs' championship this year, after the game started, we used iron-blooded defense to tell them: We are not here to play soybeans.

Yes! We definitely didn't come to play soy sauce. We used our muscles and our bodies to build a reinforced concrete defense line in the Wizards' backcourt. We let the Spurs make only 12 shots in 41 in the first half and make 8 three-pointers. I defended the Spurs three times and 24-second violations. We let them have two sideline serves and have to call a timeout.

The San Antonio fans who kept screaming at the beginning of the game were mostly using a sound throughout the first half.

Sighing, surprises telling their sadness and depression. (To be continued., vote for recommendation, monthly votes,.

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