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The difference is still 6 points.

The ball rights are still in the hands of the Wizards.

Although it was not perfect, the Wizards successfully took 40 seconds. The 40 seconds spent also forced the Spurs into a desperate situation. They no longer had enough time to slowly chase points. They had to tie the score with the fastest degree.

Foul tactics!

In order to gain time, David Robinson rushed towards Brandon Heywood regardless of his 5 fouls. His hideous face seemed to eat Brandon Heywood.

Brandon Haywood knew what Michael Jordan had arranged, and he knew clearly that he could not hold the ball in his hand. His poor dribbling skills and his poor free throwing skills made the basketball in his hand more like a time bomb.

Brandon Haywood threw the basketball at me.

I received the basketball, but next to me was Tim Duncan, the guy who looked up at the frontcourt and found Michael Jordan, Caron Butler, Chauncey Billups, who had no chance to catch the ball at all.

Tim Duncan had stretched out his sinful right hand and slapped the basketball in my hand hard. He no longer cared whether he was fouling. All he wanted was time, a time that would allow the Spurs to get the ball again.

I moved, I pulled the basketball and moved my body horizontally, avoiding Tim Duncan's foul, then took the pace and dribbled towards the front court.

This is something that there is no way, and no one else has the chance to catch the ball. I can only dribble myself, avoiding the opponent's fouls, and spending the time that is about to end.

The dribbling training that has been persisting since entering the NBA finally showed its effect at this moment. Tim Duncan, who was chasing against defense without the ball, could not catch up with me.

Steve Smith rushed over from the middle. I could clearly feel the breeze brought by his pounce. I stopped quickly, and the ball crossed his left hand, and then moved sideways, avoiding Steve Smith's pounce again.

However, this emergency stop also left me with Spurs players. Behind me was Tim Duncan, Steve Smith on the left, and Tony Parker running from the right.

I had no way to go. Even the route of passing was blocked by them.

I raised the basketball and pushed it out hard towards the frontcourt basket. This was the best way to kill time I could think of.

The basketball drew a graceful arc and flew into the air. As it crossed the center line, it began to fall slowly. In the stunned eyes of the fans at the scene, the basketball actually plunged into the basket.

I can swear: This is what I want! It is also what Michael Jordan wants, Doug Collins wants, it is what everyone on the Washington Wizards wants, and it is also what Washington fans want.

But I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to throw the basketball out and let the basketball slide in the air for enough time, which has achieved the purpose of consuming time. But the basketball just entered the basket like that. I got into the basket unreasonably.

My brain was completely dead. I originally thought that this ball could rebound when the rebound was back and it would take a few more seconds to win. I never expected that he could enter the basket, so I was completely stupid.

Tim Duncan half opened his mouth and looked dumb. Manu Ginobili half turned around and looked at the basketball falling on the floor with a blank look. David Robinson raised his head slightly and looked at the big screen. His face was full of incredible words. Tony Parker stretched out his hand to steal the ball and stopped there, turned his head to look at the frontcourt basket. Steve Smith put his hands on his hips and stood not far away, frowned, and kept sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes were confused.

The stadium was silent, and after a moment, the booing sound filled the stadium’s center, almost overturning the ceiling of the stadium.

The Wizards' bench was already boiling, Doug Collins jumped up on the spot with his fists clenched his hands, Courtney Alexander, Carlos Boozer, Louis Scola and others waved wildly with towels. Even Larry Hughes, who was cramped in his calf due to a thigh muscle strain, jumped up with a loud noise.

Chauncey Billups ran over, jumped onto my back, and shouted hard in my ear: "Boy! You did a great job!"

Immediately afterwards, Caron Butler also jumped up from behind and jumped on Chauncey Billups, and my strong body suddenly pressed on two people.

Brandon Haywood stood there and laughed, Michael Jordan was giving me a thumbs up there.

With this ball, the Wizards won 99%, which made the Wizards cheer.

Yes! The Wizards have won this game 99%. Although the game has not ended yet, the Wizards have the capital to celebrate the victory in advance.

The score difference is 9 points, but there are only 54 seconds left.

This is a score difference that can make anyone feel at ease. Even McGrath's shocking performance of 35 seconds and 13 minutes was only 8 points, and the shocking Miller was only 6 points behind. In NBA history, the 9-point score difference is definitely a very safe number in the last minute, and no one can equalize the score in just 54 seconds.

Greg **Vic called a timeout, and the Spurs players walked towards the bench with a blank expression, accompanied by the shaking heads in the stands.

"I know that Kwame has a basket outside the three-point line, but I absolutely don't believe Kwame? Brown has a basket one step away from the center line. His ball is definitely confused, absolutely confused. I can swear, he is definitely confused..." Charles Barkley roared in the commentary seat.

"Charles, you have to know that Monster is also a manifestation of strength. If a fool like you gives you a hundred chances, you can't even get into one..." Kenny Smith said mockingly.

"Shit! Pure shit! Pure shit! Pure can't be purer! I don't need to be fooled when playing basketball! As long as I stand under the basket, no one on this planet can stop me..." Charles Barkley was boasting.

"Then why haven't you won the championship..." Kenny Smith fought back.

"That's because I met an alien..."

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Pause ends.

The Spurs replaced David Robinson and replaced Steve Cole as a three-point shooter. Greg **Vic decided to gamble a three-pointer at the last moment. He hoped that Steve Cole, the greatest little figure in NBA history, could call for a miracle again.

However, in the great little man, he is always a little man, and now he has already passed the peak of the Bull era, and pressing treasure on him can only be regarded as a helpless choice.

Tim Duncan stood on the sideline, holding the ball over his head with both hands, preparing for the ball. I stood in front of him, constantly waving my hands, trying to interfere with his sight, and trying to prevent him from coming out of the ball.

However, the Wizards' lineup is two big and three small. Brandon Haywood, who is 213 cm tall, cannot chase a small man like Steve Cole, and he can only stay within the three-point line and guard the basket tightly. This has brought 4 Spurs players running wildly outside, while the Wizards are responsible for defense.

Tony Parry used the pick-and-roll made by Steve Cole to easily get the basketball. He didn't hesitate outside the three-point line, and did not show his flexible cutting footsteps again, jumped up and shot the basketball in his hand. This is what they need. The Spurs now only need three points.

Although Chauncey Billups let Tony Parker receive the basketball, Mr. Chauncey Flounder was not far from the French. When Tony Parker jumped, Chauncey Billups had already stood in front of him. Chauncey Billups, who was 5 cm taller than the French, stretched out his thick arm and slapped Tony Parker's basketball with a slap.

The basketball flew straight through the half, landed on the front court floor, and kept jumping.

I interfered with Tim Duncan's ball at the sideline of the midfield. When Chauncey Billups gave the big hotpot, I just turned around and used my wide back to Tim Duncan behind me to hit Tim Duncan hard. When the basketball flew across the center line, I was the only one in the basketball court that was closest to the basketball.

I was running, I ran across the center line, ran to the frontcourt, stepped into the three-point line with one kick, picked up the basketball, stepped on the free throw line with my left foot, and kicked the floor with force. I flew into the air, holding the basketball with my right hand, and poured it into the circle.

"Bang!"

I hung high on the basket, and the basketball stand squeaked and bent. I let go of my hand and jumped down. The basketball stand bounced back and vibrated with a "buzzing" sound.

"Bang! Bang!" The violent vibration sound reached every corner through the loudspeaker. The San Antonio people who were used to watching Tim Duncan play the board at 45 degrees at this moment were silent. They were completely stunned by my violent dunk.

After a while, the staff on the scene reacted first, ran to the field and started to repair the basketball hoop. DJ on the scene reacted and started his work tremblingly:

"Kaome... actually... a powerful dunk jumped from the free throw line... Yes, a very violent dunk, very beautiful... Yes, very beautiful... This time, Tim Duncan was unable to stop him..." The commentator was very innocent. Without any infection, he was still immersed in the shock just now...

I turned around and met Tim Duncan who was chasing me, saying with a smug look on my face: "We will definitely win this game!"

The dazed Mr. Shi Fo's face was still full of wood, and after a while, a few words popped out of his mouth:

"The strong team generally don't win games! This game is something we see that you are pitiful and give it to you..." (To be continued...)

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