Doug Collins kept scratching the white head on his head, Larry Hughes and Chauncey Billups' injuries had to bother him.

There is no way, the defensive player Larry Hughes is missing. The Wizards' small forward position is likely to be beaten by the opponent. As the secret to winning the previous game - iron-blooded defense, it is obviously not effective in the second game.

In the last game, Richard Hamilton appeared as the core of the offensive. He scored 14 points before the game. His existence is one of the most powerful weapons for the Wizards to suppress the Spurs on the offense. Now, Doug Collins must find a new firepower point.

The same problem also plagued the Spurs, Bruce Bowen's suspension, which made the Spurs' outside defense less the strongest shield. Stephen Jackson's injury greatly weakened the Spurs' outside offense firepower. If it weren't for Manu Ginobili, suddenly jumping from the bench, Greg **Vic might have had a headache than Doug Collins, but they still had a Manu Ginobili and an Argentinian who was breaking out.

"Tactics, we have practiced many times in the past two days. I have said everything I can say. The rest depends on everyone! I will eliminate it. We can fight like the last game, and we can return to Washington with two victories..." Doug Collins finished explaining the tactics, closed the tactical board and said to everyone.

No one is willing to fail, and everyone can succeed if they lose themselves, and even very successful people can succeed if they lose themselves.

This is the finals, and one step forward is a god-like treatment. If you stop moving forward, the efforts made throughout the season will be wasted. Everyone in the locker room clenched their fists, everyone's faces tightly, and everyone's hearts were completely united at this moment.

The staff knocked on the door of the locker room and urged the players to appear. Doug Collins stood up, waved his hand, and signaled the players to appear very proudly.

Everyone quickly lined up and waited to appear.

Michael Jordan is the first to play.

Chauncey Billups is the second appearance.

Brandon Haywood is the third one.

Caron Butler is the fourth

And I'm the fifth one.

Caron Butler pushed open the door and walked out in the sky with booing sounds. The door closed again, isolating the booing sounds outside the door again. But when the door opened again, the booing sounds all over the sky would spray me.

I tidied up my headband and prepared to appear.

The door opened again, and the extremely hateful voice of DJ at the scene came from outside the door: "Let us welcome the ugliest Mr. Quasimodo on the planet with our warmest booings - praise...May Brown..."

I straightened my back and walked out straight, but Doug Collins spoke at this time:

"Kaome! What is your mission in this game?"

The voice is serious and heavy!

I turned my head and looked at Doug Collins' expressionless face, nodded vigorously and said, "Occurrence! Attack! Attack again!"

Yes! This game is completely different from the previous game. In the last game, my task was to defend the Spurs' first scoring master Tim Duncan. The scoring can be handed over to Larry Hughes and Richard Hamilton. However, in this game, Larry Hughes and Richard Hamilton were not there. Among the players on the court, Brandon Haywood basically has no scoring ability. Caron Butler is a rookie, and it is already a good idea to be able to perform normally. As for Chauncey Billups, I can only say that his shooting rate is really low. I have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of scoring in the game.

Doug Collins nodded vigorously and said, "Be sure to remember! You have to attack at all costs!"

I nodded vigorously, without saying a word, turned my head and walked into the stadium in front of the booing sounds all over the sky.

.........

Spurs starters: David Robinson, Tim Duncan, Marik Rose, Manu Ginobili, Tony Parker

Wizards starters: Brandon Haywood, Kwame Brown, Caron Butler, Michael Jordan, Chauncey Billups.

This is the strongest lineup that the two teams can shoot. Standing in the middle circle and jumping with me was still Tim Duncan. Under the gaze of the At&T Center Arena, I slapped hard at the bottom of the basketball.

I didn't give Tim Duncan any chance. The basketball flew over Tim Duncan's fingers towards Chauncey Billups Chauncey Billups received the basketball, swayed slightly, and shook it over Tony Parker's right hand, and controlled the basketball firmly in his hand.

As soon as my feet fell to the ground, I went through Tim Duncan's side, trying to quickly break through the opponent's defense, but David Robinson stood in front of me, completely letting my attempt fall completely.

Chauncey Billups was slowly dribbling, and I was slowly advancing. Tim Duncan followed me closely, constantly interfering with me.

The ball reached outside the three-point line, Chauncey Billups was slowly moving the basketball, looking for opportunities, Michael Jordan was running wildly with Manu Ginobili, and he broke into the paint area, and then suddenly stopped and turned to the horn area, standing beside Tim Duncan, who was defending me.

I moved sideways and escaped from Tim Duncan's defense, and received a basketball from Chauncey Billups.

45 degrees angle!

This is Tim Duncan's patent!

But my first ball was also shot here today.

He used force to jump up gently, thrust his waist, driving the strength of his arms, gently sending his hands forward, and the basketball flew out gently.

It feels very good! The moment I shot this ball, I knew that this basketball already existed!

The basketball rubbed against the net, and waves appeared.

"Good ball!" Michael Jordan stretched out his palm and waved it to celebrate with me. His eyes were full of heat and desire for victory.

I quickly retreated [near the Niujiao District, commanded everyone to take the place, and quickly organized a line of defense.

The Spurs members slowly advanced to the frontcourt, and Tim Duncan stood in front of me again.

"Hey!" Tim Duncan, who had been expressionless, suddenly greeted me.

"What are you doing?" I was a little surprised, but I still responded as I should.

"Today I want to prove one thing: we gave it to you on purpose in the last game!" There was no expression on Tim Duncan's face. But his firmness could be heard from his voice.

"Then you try!" I stared at Tim Duncan fiercely and fought back.

Tim Duncan didn't say anything again. He just turned his back and hit me hard. With the help of the rebounding force, he took half a step outward to catch Tony Parker's pass, and then quickly turned around and held the ball in his hands and faced me.

I could clearly feel that Manu Ginobili, Marik Ross, Tony Parker were constantly pulling out. They were pulling and creating enough space for Tim Duncan to do one-on-one with me. Their sophisticated Tim Duncan was able to completely kill me in one-on-one.

But is it so easy for me to be killed?

I let Tim Duncan bend down half a step in front of me, half-hugging his hands in front of me, always ready to jump up the cover and move the footsteps to block his breakthrough, widened his eyes and stared at my opponent. He said viciously: "Come on!"

Yes!

bring it on!

No one in this world is afraid of anyone, and there is no coward standing on this court, so naturally I am not!

Tim Duncan placed the ball in front of his lower abdomen with both hands, staring at me motionlessly, looking for loopholes in my defense. When a trace of defensive gap appeared in my body, he used his accurate mid-range shot to kill me.

"It's one-on-one, Tim Duncan and Kwame Brown, this is a showdown between the two major cores of the two teams, but I believe our Tim will not lose to that ugly guy..." DJ in the at&t center roared loudly, and he directly rendered this one-on-one challenge into a super collision of the spiritual pillars of the two teams. But this does fall into that category. The outcome of our two-person single match will directly affect the morale of their respective teams.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and I even felt as long as a century. Even the sweat on my face seemed to flow on my cheeks for decades. But Tim Duncan was there motionless.

Sweat dripped into my eyes, causing a trace of blurring in my sight. At the moment when the blurring occurred, I suddenly felt Tim Duncan's body move, and felt his body suddenly jump up.

I moved while preparing, and my body rushed into the air like a cheetah that suddenly discovered an antelope after three days of hunger.

But as I rushed into the air, I found that Tim Duncan's body suddenly faded. Then I found that he calmly crawled past me, jumped up and threw the basketball in his hand gently behind me.

I was cowarded, and was cowarded by Tim Duncan's fake moves.

"We deliberately gave it to you in the last game!" Tim Duncan, who had no change on his face, mentioned this sentence again.

I felt a little crazy. I was a little angry by Tim Duncan's words. But I knew what occasion this was and what to do. I forced myself to breathe a long sigh of relief, forced my anger into my heart, and then kept repeating a sentence in my heart: I got a ball back to him.

Yes!

Reply him a goal! This is the counterattack I want to make. I want to prove that I am not worse than him. I want to prove that the Wizards deserved the victory in the last game.

I made a gesture to let everyone pull away and calmly received the basketball that Changxi Billups hung over.

Yes!

I received the basketball very calmly because Tim Duncan didn't come up to grab the position with me. He just pushed hard behind me. He seemed to have asked me to catch the ball on purpose, and he wanted to defend me to death on the defensive end!

The ball was placed on my lower abdomen and forced my body to twist. Michael Jordan and others had already opened up enough space for me, and Tim Duncan, who was tightly attached to me, had to retreat half a step to guard against my breakthrough.

Everything is like the ball that Tim Duncan singled me just now, with the same position, the same protagonist, and the same defensive moves, but the home and the guest side had an alien position at this moment.

My heart was empty, and only the person in front of me and the basket behind him remained in my mind. As for the booing sounds in the arena, it seemed that the sky was completely gone.

Confrontation!

Complete confrontation!

I don't know how long the confrontation between Tim Duncan and I went on, but I have to admit that Tim Duncan's defense was awesome! I couldn't find a slight hole in him.

I can only force myself!

Yes! I'm here to force it!

I pedaled the floor hard, jumped up, raised my back in the air, leaned back hard, and then threw out the basketball in my hand.

I know that if I force my move like this, it is easy to be blocked by my opponent's shooting angle and easily interfered by my opponent, but in one-on-one, I can only deal with it like this.

The expected block did not appear! Tim Duncan didn't jump up and block me at all. He was just standing there, and just standing there. When my body leaned back and shot the basketball in his hand, I saw a hint of surprise in his eyes. This guy was defending my breakthrough from beginning to end, and never thought that I would make a jump shot.

"Ah! Tim Duncan didn't react at all. He actually made Kwame Brown shoot so easily, which was a bit incredible! It seemed that Tim was a little too nervous..." DJ at the scene was looking for reasons for Tim Duncan.

But is this the reason for the nervousness?

Maybe! At the moment before Tim Duncan took the ball to face me, I was so nervous myself. Maybe Tim Duncan felt the same when facing me as a single.

However, it is not appropriate for a psychology master like Tim Duncan to explain it with nervousness, and I would rather believe that Tim Duncan underestimated me.

"I'm in too!" I retreated to the backcourt, and I said softly behind Tim Duncan, counterattacking his arrogance.

"This is your best level! But you have only this strength!" Tim Duncan, who has always been silent, was very smooth when he spoke trash.

The basketball once again came to Tim Duncan's hand. This time I pressed Tim Duncan hard on Tim Duncan's back with my hot chest, not allowing him to turn around easily. As long as he couldn't turn around, there was no way to talk about whether it was shooting or breaking through.

Tim Duncan held the ball in his left hand and waved his right hand constantly, trying to stop others from coming up to help him, and he wanted to continue playing singles.

But just playing singles, would I be afraid of him? Even if I can't shoot basketball in front of him, I can still defend him on the defensive end. I am very confident about this!

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