In the next ten days, I had four games in the 20-minute team training game. I averaged only 2.6 points per game, but I had 8.8 rebounds, 3.1 blocks and 2.3 assists. Later, in order to welcome the upcoming preseason, the team held a full-game confrontation match. I was divided into the main team and formed the inside line with Christian Letterner. I was the center, Letterner was the power forward, the master Michael Jordan was the small forward, last season's scoring champion Richard Hamilton was the shooting guard and the point guard was Tyrone Rue, but it seemed that Whitney's performance was not worse than him. It is estimated that Collins would let Whitney share a lot of playing time.

Because I was approaching the game and was afraid of getting injured, the 48-minute confrontation was not intense. I scored 8 points, 14 rebounds, 5 blocks, 4 assists, and of course 6 fouls. For this reason, Jordan and Collins specially asked me to analyze the reasons for the foul and give me some advice. After that, Jordan told me that I would be the starter in the preseason and hoped that I would work hard.

Tomorrow is the first preseason game, against the Memphis Grizzlies. The Vancouver Grizzlies, which were accepted by the NBA in 1994, have always been the NBA's super bottom. They must not move from the cold Vancouver to Memphis, USA this season, and then completed a gorgeous turn this season. The joining of Jason Williams, Lorenzen Wright, Paul Gasol, Sean Bathier, Gooden and others has completely turned the corner and become a strong contender in the playoffs. Of course, the Grizzlies still failed to enter the playoffs this season.

Grizzlies starter: Lorenzen Wright, Paul Gasol, Sean Bathir, Doug West, Jason Williams

Wizards starter: Kwame Brown, Christian Letterner, Michael Jordan, Richard Hamilton, Tyrone Rue

Lorenzen Wright, the blue-collar center who was murdered in 2010, is my opponent. The 2001 No. 1 pick and the competition between the 2001 No. 1 pick and the Tanhua that was hyped outside has no meaning to me. Gasol is a famous big center in later generations, and I am just a parallel player. Moreover, this time I matched me with Lorenzen Wright, a blue-collar center with an average of nearly 10+10 per game. As for Gasol, that's Leitner's dish.

I stood in the opening jump area in the center of the court, facing the black man, a blue-collar center who has proved himself. I have a firm goal and kept reminding myself in my heart: "To defeat him, you must defeat him."

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle and the ball flew into the air.

I stared at the running trajectory of the basketball, remembering Pitt Henderson's words: After the basketball starts to fall to a distance that can best play for itself, then take off, look at the position of my teammates before taking off, and turn the ball to the place where there are teammates.

In order to find the best distance for this jump, I took out an hour every day under the guidance of Mr. Henderson to practice, and it lasted for half a month before I had achieved some results.

Without any suspense, basketball was earned by me, Tyrone Rue possessed the ball, we rushed to the Grizzlies' half-court like a tide, Jordan and defensive expert Sean Bathir were tangled together, Hamilton and Doug West were tangled together, Letterner and Gasol were tangled together, and my opponent was Wright, a blue-collar center who survived the era of the Big Four.

I was in the position, and I squeezed Wright desperately and squeezed him backwards. The first ball was not to be lost. The Wizards had Jordan, Hamilton, and Letterner. I am just a blue-collar worker now. What I want to do is that if others can't get the ball, I can make a transfer station. Wright's strength is good, but there is still a little gap. I completely suppressed Wright in terms of strength, and he was completely blocked by me.

Tyron Ru slowly transported the ball, looking for the gap, Jordan turned around and ran away from Bathir's defense, Wright quickly passed the ball to Jordan, as if basketball was like a hot potato. Bathir quickly stepped forward, jumped out his right hand, trying to interfere with Jordan. The ball took the ball, but the goal was not the basket, but me. I caught the ball, sat back hard, Wright was completely out of position by me, I turned around and made a shooting move, Gasol quickly came to make up for the defense, jumped very high, completely covering my shooting space. I passed the ball, passed from Gasol's armpit, and the ball steadily reached Wrightner's hand. There was no one in front of him, and a dunk easily ended the battle.

"Beautiful job, Kwame!" Leitner said loudly, while he was still hanging on the basket.

White Chocolate Jason Williams, commanding the Grizzlies' everyone's place. Wright kept me tightly behind him and felt that he was a little angry, but his strength was not as good as me. I held him, calmed down my center of gravity, and wanted to deal with the old fried dough stick Leitner, so that he would not have the chance to turn around. I don't care about the rest. As long as he couldn't turn around, the threat to the basket would be very small. Not every center had Jabbar's sky hook.

Bathil was lifted in position and played a pick-and-roll for Williams. Williams bypassed Bathil and went straight into the inside. Paul Gasol blocked Leitner's position, and a gap appeared at the place under the basket. The Magician's successor, Bai Chocolate, jumped up, holding a shocking dunk in his right hand was about to be born.

I was the center and the last barrier under the basket. I turned around and jumped up, stretched my arms to try to prevent this dunk.

NBA supplements a group of talents through drafts every year. Basically, each of these people is a genius. The innate gap between them is almost small. The biggest possibility is psychological quality and hard work. I don’t know if I am a genius, but I know that Jason Williams must be a genius. His creative passes made Magic Johnson amazed him. I blocked all angles, and he had no chance to score goals and could not dodge in the air. I thought I had defended this ball.

The moment my palms came into contact with the basketball, Jason Williams bent his wrist and passed the ball behind him. Where was a tall figure appearing, it was Paul Gasol. Gasol dunked the ball. I was powerless. When I landed and jumped again, Paul Gasol was already flying. The ball entered and I became a back.

Tyron Lu dribbled to the frontcourt. Everyone had already landed. Williams bent over and stared at Tyron Lu, maintaining continuous pressure on Tyron Lu. Jordan retreated and took the ball with his hand. Bathir and Williams replaced the defense, and Williams defended Jordan. Bathir assisted on one side and half emptyed Tyron Lu. This may be the previous arrangement of the Grizzlies coach.

I was in the position and continued to fight with Lorenzen Wright. Although Wright was completely suppressed by me, Paul Gasol on the other side was obviously moving closer to me and obviously had no room for passing. An important reason for not passing to me is probably Jordan's uneasy offensive ability.

Jordan dribbled slowly, and Hamilton ran around with the elderly Doug West. I saw that I had no chance, and blocked Doug West from the position. Hamilton completely emptyed, and the ball passed directly to Hamilton from Jordan. The ball entered, a very standard mid-range shot.

The Grizzlies' fast break, before I fully stood in the position, Williams's ball went to the hands of Lorent Wright. A throw shot from the basket was steadily into the basket.

Jordan shouted to me: "Kaome, take care of yourself and take care of your defense."

This is my reason, my fault. Because my slow retreat speed caused the team to concede the goal. I thought I could force Lorenzen Wright, and with some relaxation, he was able to seize this opportunity. NBA is full of geniuses, and the only difference is whether you work hard and are playing this ball seriously.

Jordan got the ball, and I got the position in the inside line. Hamilton continued his long-distance running career. Doug West's speed obviously could not keep up with Hamilton. He ran backwards at a broken line and got rid of Doug West. As a result, Jordan's ball shot directly.

No one knew how the ball would run before it entered the basket. I stuck my position tightly, blocked Wright behind me, stared at the basketball flying in the air, waiting for the opportunity to be halfway. If I don't go in, or go in.

"Bang!" The ball bounced out of the frame, and the ball bounced to the other side. Without waiting for the ball to fall, I quickly slid to the other side, fought hard on my back, and had some space. I shouted and jumped up hard. It was my ball! I firmly grasped the basketball and threw it out, passing it to Jordan. There was no one in front of Jordan, so I jumped out, very steadily.

Williams, possessed the ball and slowly looked for opportunities. Bathir made a blocking difference. The ball passed into the inside Gasol. Gasol had no chance and passed it back to Doug West. West broke into the inside and took the ball, one step, two steps, and started...

When Lorenzen Wright blocked me, I felt something wrong with my instinct. I used my shoulders to fight Wright, and took a step sideways. I happened to see Doug West jumping from me. I jumped up with all my strength and went to the basketball racket with my right hand.

"Bang!", "Bang!"

After two sounds, a big hat on the nail board was created, and the basketball was nailed directly to the rebound by me. Doug West was also knocked out of the baseline by me and got into the crowd. I held the rebound firmly, and no one could snatch it away.

There was cheering in the audience, Collins was shouting something on the bench, Bobby Simmons was shaking the towel, and Etan Thomas and Brandon Heywood were celebrating with their chests.

The Grizzlies are suspended.

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Chapter completed!