Chapter 8 The Worst Performance

The 1984 draft saw four future NBA 50 superstars emerge. Michael Jordan ranked first, followed by Hakeem Olajuwon. When later generations evaluated the 1984 draft, no one said that the Rockets missed the selection, although there was God behind them - Michael Jordan. Because the person chosen by the Rockets was named Hakeem Olajuwon, he brought two championships to the Houston people. He is the pride of Houston City and is Houston's eternal business card.

I don't know why Michael Jordan was so out of control yesterday, but I can feel that something might have happened. I still need to settle this matter. The key to settle this matter is to defeat Hakeem Olajuwon.

On the offense, I may lose badly, but on the defense, I will definitely not lose, I will win all the rebounds. It must.

Doug Collins was analyzing the tactics that the other party might use, but he never mentioned the tactics we wanted to use. Everyone looked at me from time to time, and I was under a lot of pressure.

"Kaome, you are the main attacker today, can you?" Doug Collins said at the end.

"Me?" I was surprised, even though I heard this in Jordan's mouth yesterday.

"Yes, Olajuwon is old. His strength declined very much last season. You just need to get the ball and dunk at the main position at the basket. If someone doubles the team, you can pass to the outside line." Collins continued.

"Okay!" Although I was reluctant, I couldn't refuse. This was the arrangement of the head coach, even though he was just a puppet.

"The first ball, how are you here?" Collins continued.

"Oh!" I replied in a low voice.

"Boy, be more energetic. Today Russell, Moses Malone and Jabbar come to see you play, live broadcast across the United States." Hamilton patted my head.

"Try hard, boy, you can be attracted by Russell, your potential is unlimited," said Leitner.

"You are famous, Kwame, this is the greatest center ever to come to see you play," said Tayron Lu.

"** and ABC have a global live broadcast, boy, you are developed." Chris Whitney said

My eyes swept Michael Jordan, and he was shaking his head speechlessly, as if saying that this is not possible, and what is not possible, I don't know. Maybe he is saying that I can't attack.

I played basketball in my previous life and was still the main shooting guard in school. I like to shoot three-pointers from the outside. To be honest, I really can't adapt to the center position. The back-on-single-style technique under the basket is easy to say, but it is really not that easy to do. I can only try it.

Rockets starters: Muki Norris, Steve Frances, Cartino Mobri, Morris Taylor, Kevin Cato.

Wizards starters: Tyron Rue, Richard Hamilton, Michael Jordan, Christian Letterner, Kwame Brown.

"Hello, everyone, this is ** Sports Live Channel, I am Charles Barkley."

"I'm Kenny Smith."

"Today we were fortunate to invite the famous big center Bill Russell and Moses Malone in NBA history to serve as our commentary guests, Mr Russell and Mr Malone. There are many highlights in this game. Of course, the biggest highlight is the duel between Rockets center Olajuwon and Wizards center Kwame Brown. I would like to comment on the Rockets center Olajuwon who will appear today." Barkley said.

"Hakim Olajuwon is obviously a very great center, and there is no doubt that the Wizards No. 1 pick Kwame Brown also showed his potential to become a great center..."

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The basket is a place where military strategists must compete for the battle. The teams that can control the basket must be strong contenders for the championship. Since the establishment of the NBA, only Jordan has won the championship without a strong center, but the Bulls of the Jordan era also have rebounding champion Dennis Rodman.

I know what Jordan expects from me. He hopes that I can support the sky for the Wizards like O'Neal, whether it's defense or offense. Although I know this is unrealistic, I will try my best to be my best.

Jordan passed the ball to me, and everyone pulled it away, leaving only Hakim Olajuwon and me. I leaned against Olajuwon and felt the power of this great center forward. His left hand was tightly pressed against my waist and his right hand was raised high, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"It's strange today. The Wizards' first goal was actually pulled away by the whole team, allowing Kwame Brown to play, but judging from the previous games, Kwame Brown's offensive ability and offense were really not very strong." Kenny Smith commented.

"Yes, in my opinion, Kwame Brown's offensive ability is not as good as Dennis Rodman. Rodman is disdainful of scoring, and Kwame Brown will not score. Of course, Kwame Brown's rebounding is not worse than Rodman's." Barkley continued,

Olajuwon's strength is still a little different from mine. I dribble the ball step by step to get to the basket. As long as I get close to the basket, my offense can end with a dunk. This offense is successful. But the referee doesn't think so.

"Drip!" The referee whistled,

offensive violations,

Carrying a basket for five seconds,

Barkley rules.

There was laughter and joy on the commentary seat.

"Charles, you were the one who harmed Kwame Brown. If you hadn't come up with this Barkley rule, I believe Kwame Brown's attack would have ended perfectly this time." Kenny Smith said to Barkley with a big laugh.

"You can't blame me for this, you have to blame Stern for this. You know, I also attacked like this. As a result, Stern thought this kind of attack was too perfect and compared others, so he introduced the rule of carrying a basket for five seconds to violate the rules. I am also a victim, otherwise I would have won more than one championship, haha." Barkley said funnyly.

Jordan patted me with his hand and said in a low voice, "It's okay, next time I'm almost five seconds, I'll pass the ball to you."

I nodded.

The Rockets scored by Steve Francis breaking through Hamilton's defensive jump shot.

It's my turn to attack again.

I continued my back-basket attack.

I pushed Olajuwon with my right shoulder and squeezed into the basket step by step.

One second,

2 seconds,

3 seconds.

Oh? Where is the ball?

Everyone rushed towards the Wizards' backcourt like a crowd, leaving me alone standing in the frontcourt in a daze.

"It's intercepted, Kwame Brown was intercepted by the old cat Mobri. A center can't dribble too much, Kwame Brown dribble too much..." Barkley said passionately.

"The Wizards' tactics are too monotonous. Dribbling at the center is a taboo on the court. You can still use it once a while. If you regard this as a conventional tactic, it will definitely not work." Kenny Smith criticized.

"Maron, you're the center, what do you do when you catch the ball at Kwame Brown," Kenny Smith asked.

"First of all, there is a problem with Kwame Brown's receiving position. When Kwame Brown catches the ball, he feels like a small forward catches the ball. He is a little far from the basket. He should catch the ball on the edge of the paint area. Then, when the center catches the ball, he usually moves twice, leans his shoulder or back to the opponent, and lets the opponent retreat to the opponent's basket. He pulls it back so that there is enough space for him to jump shot. Even if the opponent stands up and blocks, it is too late. Now Kwame Brown has too many dribbling balls, and the opponent has already seen it. It is normal to be intercepted." Moses Malone said.

Leitner touched my head and said, "It's okay, don't dribble too much next time."

I licked my lips with my tongue, and several feelings such as unwillingness, helplessness, sadness, etc. came together.

Mobley ended the attack with a dunk.

The opening 41 seconds.

Wizards 0:4 Rockets

I was about to stay at the basket, and Jordan passed the basketball over. I took a deep breath, leaned hard on Olajuwon with his right shoulder, turned around and threw.

The ball flew,

Flying to the stands.

I was hated.

The center I faced was the blocking king in NBA history. I had 3,830 blocks in my life, and shook the lead, Dibeken Mutombo, who ranked second. The moment my blue ball was targeted by Olajuwon. His hand placed on my waist could clearly predict my movements. He made the correct reaction and I became a great back.

"Hakim, great Hackim, you are not old, you are still that great Hackim, give that child some greatness..." Barkley celebrated Olajuwon in the commentary seat.

Jordan asked for a timeout.

I put a towel on my head and didn't dare to look at everything around me. I felt sorry for them and I was afraid to face them.

Jordan stood in front of me, bent over, his face changed.

"Brown, what are you doing? What are you doing? Do you know the offense? Do you know the offense? You bastard..." Jordan roared.

I silently endured those trash words.

Kwame Brown in his previous life was probably roared by Jordan in this way when he was not performing well. In his previous life, some experts analyzed that if Kwame Brown's draft position was not that high and if Jordan was not so harsh, giving Kwame Brown a good growth environment, perhaps his achievements would be better, and he might even become the second Shaquille O'Neal.

"You bastard, you carry the basket for five seconds. Do you understand? The center should not dribble too much. Do you know. The safest attack for the center under the basket is to dunk? At such a close distance, you still shoot in the mid-range, you are crazy!" Jordan's words became more and more harsh.

There is a saying in China: Clay people also have three parts of fire.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, I shouted to Jordan: "I want to score the ball too, I want to succeed, but I'm only 19 years old, I haven't entered NCAA, I still need to learn."

My eyes were wet, and I started crying while holding the towel. I felt very wronged.

Why do others travel through time either wealth or honor, and they don’t need to work hard to make a lot of money, but I can only wear it to a top player in parallel. Why do I put so much pressure on me? I have worked very hard. I keep training every day, no holidays, no bars, no beauties, and not even the minimum electronic game console.

Jordan was a little stunned. Looking at me crying, he picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. Maybe it was pity, or maybe it was unconsciously saying: "I'm sorry!"

Itan Thomas replaced me and the game continued.

I covered my towel on my head and let the noise outside float. This was the worst performance. None of them, I swear I will work hard and I will definitely defeat Dameng!

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Chapter completed!