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Obviously, Doug Collins' judgment is correct. The starting lineup of the Seattle Supersonics is: Jerome James, Vin Baker, Rashad Lewis, Brent Barry, and Gary Payton.[.]

I stood in the middle circle, bent down, quietly staring at Jerome James across the street, waiting for the referee's throwing ball.

The whistle sounds,

The ball was thrown,

I jumped up and my palm twitched hard on the basketball. Richard Hamilton received the basketball, and the crowd that had just gathered together scattered to the frontcourt.

Michael Jordan dribbled slowly, he was the point guard in this game. There was no way. The Wizards' open space was too bad. Faced with a master like Gary Payton, Tyrone Lu would be knocked out and not even the scum left. This is an inevitable choice and a helpless move!

I mentioned the number 4, standing at the top of the arc, leaning against Vin Baker's body hollowed out by alcohol, and using my broad arms to keep him firmly behind him, so that he would not have any bad effects on me.

Jordan transferred the ball to me, and while Gary Payton turned around and observed, he suddenly started, passed by Gary Payton, and broke into the inside from a 45-degree angle. I threw the ball, Michael took the ball and took the ball into the air. When Jerome James came to make up for defense, he scored 2 points first.

I slapped Jordan and celebrated, and the staff rushed to the backcourt like a tide.

Gary Payton was slowly driving the basketball on the outside, facing Jordan chattering and talking trash, trying to find some flaws.

Michael Jordan pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at Gary Payton tightly, like a Boeing 747, spreading his arms, bent over, waiting for Gary Payton to make a mistake.

I stood there, pressed Wen Baker's waist tightly with my left forearm, and tried hard to push him out. Not everyone is Nowitzki, and not every power forward can fire outside the three-point line. As long as Wen Baker stays away from the paint area, he will not be threatened.

Brent Barry mentioned that he was pick-and-rolled for Gary Payton on the line. Payton quickly entered the inside line at a 45-degree angle. I quickly came out to fill the position, raised my hands, leaned against Gary Payton tightly, and squeezed him hard, trying to squeeze him out of his original running trajectory.

Payton's body hit my side, and a slight change of direction continued to fight towards the bottom line. I quickly moved my steps and followed Gary Payton's pace, trying to interfere with his attack.

When inside players encounter outside players, they always have advantages in height, but they will also have great disadvantages in speed and flexibility.

Gary Payton had an emergency stop, and the effect of inertia, I was dumped out.

The ball was thrown into the air. The alcoholic Won Baker, whose body had been hollowed out by alcohol, was flying in the air. An air relay that had been repeatedly staged in the Key Arena in the past decade is being staged, but the person who dunked was replaced by Sean Kemp to the alcoholic Won Baker.

"People who are optimistic about you! Don't underestimate him. Even if he is drunk, he is an All-Star!" Michael Jordan said coldly to me. I gave up on Wen Baker's defense just now, which obviously made him angry. But if I didn't come out to make up for defense at that time, Gary Payton would break into the paint area!

I don't know what to say, or how to refute it. I stood silently to serve the ball to the bottom line.

I will not underestimate anyone, even if it is Wen Baker, a half-destroyed person. I have nothing, all I have is a heart that keeps working hard.

Michael Jordan kept making fake moves on the outside, trying to get rid of Gary Payton's defense, but Payton's nickname "Glove" is really not for nothing. He stared at Michael Jordan and did not give him any chance to get rid of it.

I ran to the outside and played pick-and-roll for Michael Jordan, and Jordan broke through to the inside.

I ran to the outside because I had a pretty good three-pointer, and I pulled Wen Baker out. No one knew that I was banned and could not fire outside the three-pointer line, so they didn't dare to empty me on the outside. Wen Baker's expanded defense just made way for Michael Jordan to move forward. Jordan ended the round with a very beautiful dunk.

There is no applause, no reward, there is only boo! Because this is on the Supersonics field. Of course, even if there is one, it is for Jordan. I am just a green leaf, and even though I have made the front page of the newspaper n times, this offense was also my pick-and-roll.

In the supersonic attack, Gary Payton licked his lips with his tongue, and the commanders kept landing on the outside. Suddenly, he accelerated and rushed to the inside. Michael Jordan quickly moved his footsteps, adjusting the center of gravity, and blocking Gary Payton's attack.

Gary Payton stopped in an emergency, then turned around and tried to break through from the other side. Unfortunately, Richard Hamilton appeared in the right position. Gary Payton was blocked and the ball in his hand was in danger.

Brent Barry, who was released, quickly came out to meet him and appeared next to Gary Payton outside the three-point line, shouting to remind Payton. Payton didn't even look at it, and the ball was accurately passed to Brent Barry.

Brent Barry, the son of great basketball superstar Rick Barry, inherited only half of his father's talent, but was enough to make him a place in the NBA.

The ball takes action.

I squeezed into the basket, bent over, leaning my back against a strong man in green behind me, Jerome James or Vin Baker, which is not something I have to consider. What I have to consider is how I can compete for a good enough position to take this rebound.

The basketball fell down and bounced under the basket, falling above the position I occupied. I jumped up and had a violent friction with the body of the person behind me. I didn't jump high, but this was enough to get the rebound, my feet fell to the ground, and my arms were also falling due to inertia.

I turned my head and was about to shout and remind my teammates to launch a fast attack. The basketball in my hand suddenly jumped up and broke away from my control.

A green figure detoured the baseline and entered the paint area, stole the cute elf from me, and passed the ball to the outside line. Rashad Lewis, the signer of the tenth-ranked contract in the future, shot the elegant three-pointer from the outside line, and no one was stopping him. Christian Leitner, Michael Jordan, and Richard Hamilton were almost down.

A three-pointer hit! There was a lot of cheers on the court. The commentator on the scene raised his voice and shouted Lewis' name, and then began to hold the eternal glove repeatedly.

"If you get the rebound, don't put your hands down. Hold your hands high. Kwame, you should pay attention to these small aspects!" Christian Letterner guided me.

Yes! When fighting for the inside line is getting more and more intense, you must not let go of the rebound. This will easily allow those who are prepared to steal the basketball in their hands. Only by relying on their height advantage and holding the basketball high can you be foolproof.

I nodded, looked at the person who was entangled with Michael Jordan and Da Biao's trash talk, and told myself countless times: I will never put my arms down, and I will never give him another chance to steal the ball.
Chapter completed!