The Wizards are the enemy of the Spurs, and they can even be said to be the biggest enemy of the Spurs this season. The San Antonios have countless reasons to boo the Wizards and curse the Wizards. As the Wizards' inside core, I am ready to curse the entire San Antonios.

And this sudden shout made me feel really at a loss. The San Antonio actually started cheering for me, hoping that I could score another goal to break the record set by Michael Jordan...

I can no longer judge the psychology of the San Antonios at this moment, perhaps just because they found it could no longer stop me from breaking the record, so I decided to enjoy this great game as a witness to a new record.

Sometimes the fans' calls have to be considered, but this time, Tim Duncan obviously decided to ignore it. He took a step, turned his body, and faced Michael Jordan in the bottom corner, blocking me tightly, completely cutting off the route Michael Jordan passed the ball to me.

In this case, it was impossible for me to receive the basketball. I could only retreat and turn around and run to the outside line, but the old David Robinson followed my steps and kept moving. I could not have imagined that the 38-year-old Admiral would have such flexible steps.

Michael Jordan was breaking through. He was originally preparing to shoot a three-pointer, but hesitated for a while the audience shouted. This hesitation made Argentine Manu Ginobili chase him directly. He lost the space for shooting. He could only swing a shot from the bottom line to the inside.

I was defended by David Robinson. The ball must not be passed to me. Brandon Haywood is behind Tim Duncan. Once the ball is passed to him, it is very likely that Tim Duncan will be cut off. As for Caron Butler and Chauncey Billups, they were completely trapped by Marik Ross and Tony Parker on the outside, and there was no room for the ball to catch.

Michael Jordan decided to come by himself. He bypassed Manu Ginobili, took a big step forward, soared into the air, facing Tim Duncan's outstretched hands, raised the basketball high with his right hand, and wanted a shocking slash.

Tim Duncan jumped high, thrusting his waist in the air with both hands, blocking the entire sky above. The bounce was no longer as strong as Michael Jordan when he was young, completely shrouded by Tim Duncan's figure. At this time, he would definitely not have such a possibility to dunk across the person.

Michael Jordan in the air has not many choices, and the dunk is completely impossible. He probably hasn't seen where his teammates are now, nor can he do it. But the reason why God is god is because he can turn the impossible into a possibility at the most unlikely time.

Michael Jordan gently flipped his wrist with his right hand and then gently picked it up. The move that was originally going to dunk turned into a basket picker.

The basketball passed over Tim Duncan's fingertips and fell to the basket behind Shi Buddha.

"Rebound!" Michael Jordan shouted loudly.

Perhaps when God was young, he could be 100% sure that this ball would definitely score, but now he is old and has no confidence.

David Robinson hit me hard, knocking my center of gravity off the ground, then turned around and rushed to the basket.

The basketball hit the upper edge of the basket and bounced up again. When the basketball fell again, three big men under the basket stretched out their arms and waved them hard at the fiery red elf.

David Robinson, 216 cm, Brandon Haywood, 213 cm, Tim Duncan, 211 cm, three people were squeezing each other and pushing each other. The three people jumped high together and waved their palms together.

From the perspective of probability, Brandon Haywood has only one-third chance of grabbing this rebound, but this is just a probability. With his position advantage, Brandon Haywood slapped the basketball out with a slap.

I received the basketball because of David Robinson's impact that my center of gravity had to be adjusted, so I missed the good game of fighting for rebounds, but I was very lucky to stand on Brandon Haywood's flight route. I reached out and hooked the basketball down.

I'm free of seats!

There was no one in front of me. Tim Duncan, who was defending me, had just landed under the basket, and David Robinson, who was helping me, was also standing under the basket. Now I have no one to defend.

"Shot!" Charles Barkley shouted wildly in the commentary seat. He seemed to have been waiting for this moment for centuries.

"Shot!" Doug Collins clenched his fists tightly on the sidelines, frowned tightly and roared loudly, his roar seemed to be filled with endless excitement.

"Shot!" The shouts of fans at the scene merged into a torrent, surging wildly over the entire At&T Center Arena.

I gently jumped up at a 45-degree angle in the three-point line, gently adjusted the basketball in my hand in the air, and then pushed the basketball in my hand out with force.

"Don't think about it!" A loud shout rang out from my right side.

I turned my head and looked at my right side. Marik Rose rushed over like crazy. When I jumped into the air and pushed the basketball in my hand, Marik Rose had already rushed in front of me.

There was no emergency stop. Malik Ross jumped up without emergency stopping, and did not reach out to seal the basketball. He rushed towards my body. His palm stretched out completely slammed towards my head. After jumping in the air, he was still wiggling his left knee and hitting my thigh hard.

Marik Ross is going to murder my shot with a vicious foul! The entire stadium is silent! Everyone stared at Marik Ross's next move, and some fans covered their eyes with their hands, and couldn't bear to see the tragedy.

When Reggie Miller first created the "Miller Moment" against the New York Knicks, Patrick Ewing once said a classic saying after the game: We forgot to give that guy a fierce foul!

Since then, fierce fouls have become a compulsory course when dealing with an opponent that cannot be defended. Today I am in a good state and I am unstoppable. I am only one step away from breaking Michael Jordan's half-time scoring record in the finals. So the Spurs' fierce foul came, and they would rather be expelled than be nailed to a shameful cross by a second-year rookie forever.

The brain, which has always been relatively flexible, suddenly became a little dull at this moment. After I pushed the basketball, I didn't have time to dodge and just watched Marik Ross hit me hard.

I first felt a pain on my thigh, then a huge pain came from my face, which had just closed my eyes, and then I fell to the ground...

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