"What lineup did Bill Ranbill send? He didn't let the Wizards' two point guards come on the court. Who would he organize the offense with such a lineup? Are he going to let Larry Hughes organize the offense? Larry Hughes is not tall, only 196cm, which is a height between the point guard and the shooting guard. This height can also play the point guard, but I want to ask if Larry Hughes will pass the ball? I really want to pry Bill Ranbill's head open to see how he thought of arranging such a lineup..."

The commentators on the scene were constantly complaining and sarcastic when they saw the Wizards' lineup on the court. But their complaints and sarcasm were useless. The game still depends on strength. As long as the Wizards can win the Lakers, all the lineup is correct. Of course, if they knew that the Wizards were planning to use the Princeton system and the Lakers' triangular tactics to fight, I believe that the commentators on the scene would jump up excitedly. Even Mr. David Stern, who decided to ban the Wizards, would probably consider whether the game would be broadcast live globally.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis. They don’t know the lineup that the Wizards will adopt, so they will complain about the Wizards’ lineup and complain about Bill Ranbir’s lack of basic coaching common sense.

The referee blew the whistle on his chest, and the game began again. Devin George stood on the sideline and served the ball to Fisher, while the others began to focus on the inside and strive to be in the position.

I landed in the backcourt and soon faced Shaquille O'Neal, but Shaquille O'Neal this time was completely different from the previous two quarters. He did not resolutely fight with me, and even the level of confrontation in the first quarter. Instead, he was close to my body, moving at a small pace, slowly adjusting his body and adjusting his position of receiving the ball. He didn't have a head-on confrontation with me at all. It was probably Phil Jackson who rescheduled Shaquille O'Neal's task and arranged the tactics he should use when facing my defense.

I don't know how Shaquille O'Neal will deal with me after a while, but I know that Shaquille O'Neal now gives me enough time, space, and energy to raise my head and carefully observe the movements of people around me, and to have enough energy to calculate the movement direction, movement speed and movement purpose of everyone, which can allow me to see the situation on the court more clearly.

Derek Fisher dribbled outside the three-point line, bent over and carefully dribbled the ball under Larry Hughes' defense. He stretched out his left hand and made a gesture that only Lakers players could understand, preparing to implement a tactic they thought should be implemented the most.

I was watching closely, pricking up my ears and listening to the different footsteps surrounding me, observing the use of everyone in the Lakers, trying to remind my teammates to make up for the position in time and to chase and defend in time.

Carl Malone, who was originally wandering on the right side of the paint area, moved. Carl Malone, who was originally entangled with Carlos Boozer, suddenly raised his position, escaped Carlos Boozer's control, turned around and made a gesture to catch the ball, which caused Carlos Boozer to involuntarily take a small step outward, causing a loophole that was originally close to the three-and-two joint defense to appear.

The loophole is not big, but this loophole is fatal enough, because the Lakers obviously had some premeditation, Kobe Bryant suddenly drilled into the loophole. He turned around halfway through the run, and suddenly received the ball from Derek Fisher, and then inserted it straight into the loophole.

I was a little hesitant, not sure if I was using the defense against Kobe Bryant at this time. But at this time, I had no choice but to give up defending against Shaquille O'Neal, and half turned around and rushed towards Kobe Bryant who was about to jump up.

Dako Milicic also pressed over, and formed a clamp defense against Kobe Bryant, one left and one right with me, forcing Kobe Bryant to jump into the air, raised the basketball in his hand in the air, and prepared to force the ball to shoot.

Kobe Bryant's body was rising. When he reached the highest point, my hand had reached above the basketball that Kobe Bryant raised, firmly covering the fiery red elf.

Have it!

I felt a little secretly happy in my heart!

But I was a little too early to be happy. Kobe Bryant suddenly turned around forcibly in the air, and at the same time took back the basketball held in the air, then gently sent the basketball from his waist to his side, and the basketball came out with a whoosh.

This is a hit to the earth, the basketball hit the ground, making a thump, and then bounced straight into Shaquille O'Neal's hands.

"Shake!" I shouted. When Kobe Bryant recycled the basketball in the air, I already knew his purpose. I was shouting, hoping to remind my teammates to interfere with Shaquille O'Neal in time.

My reminder worked, and Larry Hughes rushed over like crazy and reached out to slap the basketball he had just received in Shaquille O'Neal.

Shaquille O'Neal was laughing, smiling brightly, and was proud of his conspiracy.

I couldn't help but mention the position of the players on the court that I had already had in my mind, which reminded me that there was an empty space.

It's Derek Fisher!

Shaquille O'Neal flashed past Larry Hughes's stealing ball, gently pushed out with both hands, and the basketball flew toward the position outside the 45-degree angle three-point line.

The fat and short little fish calmly received the basketball. There was no one in front of him. He calmly shot the fiery red elf in his hand from the three-point line.

The basketball passed through the basket and rubbed against the net, making a "whoosh" sound, accompanied by a clear and harsh sound of the goal scored from the buzzer.

"You can't win!" Shaquille O'Neal said to me proudly, and after that, he twisted his plump buttocks and walked towards the backcourt.

The opponent actually got an open position through a few reversals. This ball made the opponent's invasion a little too easy. I couldn't help but lower my head and curse: "fu*k!"

Looking up at the surroundings, my teammates looked dejected, and they all felt that the ball made the opponent enter a little relaxed. I quickly applauded hard and shouted loudly: "Fight well! Give them one!"

"Okay! Give them one more!" Everyone responded to me, and their faces, which were originally a little discouraged, became energetic again.

Yes! I have to give them one! Although the goal scored by the opponent is very depressing, no matter how depressed it is, it is useless. All we can do is to give them one.

Shaquille O'Neal and I were competing for strength, and I squeezed Shaquille O'Neal hard. Although this was not the case in Bill Ranbill's tactics, I think as long as I exhaust Shaquille O'Neal's strength, he would not be able to exert his strength, or he would end up with cramps, it would be more powerful to us.

Under Derek Fisher's defense, Larry Hughes slowly dribbled the ball to the frontcourt. I half turned around and hit Shaquille O'Neal with my broad shoulders, hitting his fat body with a little pause, then quickly lifted forward, stepped on the horn area, stretched out my hands to catch Larry Hughes' pass.

Caron Butler, Dako Milicic, Carlos Boozer were originally all placed around the paint area, but when I mentioned it, these three people also quickly ran to the outside, attracting Lakers players who were originally defending them to pull out.

The situation that I guessed that the basket would be empty did not happen because O'Neal was shrinking, shrinking to the basket. Carl Malone, who was originally defending Dako Milicic, rushed towards me like a flying rush. Phil Jackson mentioned the high position to me, and he made extremely sufficient arrangements and used extremely strict switch defense to make up for Shaquill O'Neal's embarrassment after I mentioned the high position.

I was calculating, calculating the running positions of my teammates, calculating the transfer positions of Caron Butler and Larry Hughes, calculating whether Carlos Boozer had already thrown away Devin George, calculating the running positions of Dako Milicic, who had a very tacit understanding with me, trying to find a suitable passing route and pass the basketball to the most suitable person.

I had just clearly seen Dako Milicic moving behind me from a 45-degree angle, following the three-point line, and chasing him, Carl Malone, rushed towards me. Derek Fisher went to chase Larry Hughes, Devin George, and was entangled with Carlos Boozer, and what about Kobe?

My brain was calculating Kobe's position, the only position that was not in my field of vision. When I was about to turn my head to see Kobe's guy in that place, my eyes swept to the corner of my body. A guy in a purple jersey was racquetted at the basketball in my hand in the left back of my body.

It's Kobe Bryant!

Kobe Bryant is not defending Dako Milicic!

The heart I held was finally relieved, and the basketball in my hand gently sent it to the back right, and the basketball was delivered straight to Dako Milicic's hand.

Turning his head, he happened to see Dako Milicic jumping high from outside the three-point line and shoot the basketball in his hand.

The same thing passed through the basket, and the same ripples caused by the Nets.

"What's going on? Kwame didn't look back. How did he know that Dako Milicic would appear in that position? Why?" the commentator at the scene asked loudly "Why".

I turned around and celebrated with the excited Dako Milicic in the air with a high-five.

"Congratulations!" I said with a smile

"Haha..." Dako Milicic touched his bare head and smiled shyly.
Chapter completed!