The Wizards and the Mavericks have similar starting strengths. The Mavericks' offense is slightly stronger. Juwan Howard, Dirk Nowitzki, Danny Manning, Steve Nash, and Michael Finley are all offensive strongmen. On defense, only Michael Finley is qualified. Juwan Howard's defense has always been poor due to physical fitness. Dirk Nowitzki has always been called a soft ball. As for Danny Manning, for a power forward, he averages only 5 rebounds per game, which is really rubbish. As for Steve Nash, he has no defense directly.

The Wizards are just the opposite. I, Michael Jordan, Christian Letterner, and Janhedi White, are all defensive strongmen. Michael Jordan, Christian Letterner, and Janhedi White have all been selected for the best defensive team, at least in the third team. My physical fitness is there. I have to bounce and bounce, height, speed, strength, and almost all inside players. The Wizards only Richard Hamilton is a defensive loophole.

Both sides were having a lot of fun fighting. The Mavericks played very well. Under the dispatch of Steve Nash, the famous point guard forward, the offense was like mercury. The offense was beautiful, which made the audience feel so satisfying.

The Wizards' defense is very accurate, and they keep scoring goals by grasping the Mavericks' defensive loopholes in the offense. Although the shooting percentage is slightly poor, the offensive rebound is a great pleasure, and many more second attacks are added out of thin air.

The starting lineups of both sides basically tied. The first official timeout was suspended, and the two sides tied to 12:12.

Both sides started to substitution. Old Jordan was old and was replaced by Tyron Rue first, and Itan Thomas replaced Christian Letterner. I, Janhdi White, and Richard Hamilton continued to stay on the court.

The Mavericks replaced Zhuwan Howard with Chinese player Wang Zhizhi, Tim Hardaway replaced Steve Nash, Sean Bradley replaced Danny Manning, Dirk Nowitzki and Michael Finley continued to stay on the court.

Both sides continue to fight.

Tim Hardaway gently lined up the ball, and the red elf jumped regularly below his knees. This was a real ball master. Although he was a little old, Tyrone Lu was very strong and had a good time dealing with point guards with poor physical conditions. However, Tim Hardaway was obviously not in this line. Hardaway was like a Tai Chi master, gently pulled the ball, one in disguise, and the other turned around. Tyrone Lu was thrown behind him. Tim Hardaway rushed into the inside line, and I quickly came to make up for the defense. Tim Hardaway jumped up and poured the ball from his left hand to his right hand in the air, and sent it to my right hand to the back of my right hand. A tall white figure behind him soared into the air. It was King No, a gentle throw. He easily scored two points.

Tyron Lu controlled the ball. When I entered the half, I directed everyone to the position. I kept running and tried to get rid of Nowitzki's entanglement and found enough space to catch the ball, but the space came out, but the ball was not in my hands. Tyron Lu took advantage of me to break into the paint area while I was running and pulled the inside away, and then was given a fiercely big shot by Sean Bradley, the third height in NBA history, and lost the ball.

Doug Collins jumped straight on the sidelines and kept shouting: Pass! Pass!

The ball control master Tim Hardaway gently fiddled with the basketball, as gentle as a girl's hand. The Mavericks kept moving under the command of Tim Hardaway. The Chinese power forward Wang Zhizhi ran back and got rid of Itan Thomas' defense, drifted to the outside, and received the ball as a three-pointer. The ball went in. Wang Zhizhi had this strength, his pace and his shooting in the NBA were all excellent. The only difference was his defense, and his defense was worse than Dirk Nowitzki.

Tyron Lu dribbled the ball quickly to the frontcourt, Tim Hardaway and Michael Finley suddenly had a double-team, Tyron Lu took the ball in a hurry and threw it out. Unfortunately, the target of the pass was Richard Hamilton, not Itan Thomas, nor me, the rookie No. 1 pick, nor Jenhedi White, who was firmly entangled by Sean Bradley.

The ball was obtained by Dirk Nowitzki. Nowitzki dribbled the ball and ran a few steps. Seeing that I was slowly catching up, I passed the ball to Michael Finley who had entered the paint area. Michael Finley jumped up and dunked with two hands and added another 2 points.

However, the Wizards' offense suddenly froze. Tyron Lu, who was in possession of the ball, even dribbled with the defense of former ball-handling master Tim Hardaway, had some difficulties, let alone organize the offense. I kept running back and running without touching the ball. Richard Hamilton kept shaking his head.

After three rounds, the Mavericks scored 7 points, and the Wizards scored a single point. We could only keep running back and forth.

Doug Collins took advantage of the death ball to replace Tyrone Rue with old point guard Chris Whitney.

Unfortunately, Chris Whitney's thin body was bullied by Michael Finley who had been replaced to defend, so he had no temper. The Wizards still did not find the rhythm of the offensive, and the Mavericks did keep scoring.

Doug Collins had to call for a short time, shouting and passing the ball to the tactical board! Passing the ball! In the end, he had to send Michael Jordan to the field in advance.

But it was too late and the score had already reached 10 points.

Dirk Nowitzki has already ended, I am still on the court, Christian Letterner and Michael Jordan have also been replaced. There is nothing we can do about it, we need to get the score closer as soon as possible.

The Mavericks are basically all substitutes now, center Sean Bradley, power forward is Wang Zhizhi, small forward Adrian Griffin, point guard is Tim Hardaway, and only Michael Finley, who is in good physical fitness, is still on the court.

Michael Jordan dribbled, passed the ball, and ran non-stop, increasing the Wizards' points bit by bit under Adrian Griffin's close-fitting defense.

At the end of the first quarter, the Wizards were only 6 points behind, but Michael Jordan and Christian Letterner only took 2 minutes to rest, and Richard Hamilton and I didn't have a minute to rest. The sweat on our bodies completely wet the jersey.

There is no way to play in this game. The Mavericks' substitutes are too strong. In addition, they feel super strong, and under the organization of the old fried dough stick Tim Hardaway, they played in a state that was no worse than the starter.

Looking at the Wizards, not to mention anything else, there is no point guard alone that can make people feel at ease. The old ones, the young ones, the slowest ones, the reckless ones, the reckless ones, the starting ones are very different from the other substitutes.

Michael Jordan gasped, wiped his sweat with a towel, twisted the towel hard, and there were water drops on the towel! He was too tired.

"I need three minutes of rest!" said Michael Jordan, who had to reserve his strength for the final battle.

Doug Collins looked at Michael Jordan, then at Christian Leitner, who was gasping for breath, and nodded.

"We used a double point guard in the second quarter, and Ru and Whitney were on the same side. Remember to pay attention to passing the ball..." Collins had to set up a double point guard tactic.

Alexander replaced me, Brandon Haywood replaced Jenhedi White, and Hubert Davis replaced Richard Hamilton. There was nothing we could do about it. The Wizards started playing too much playing time in the first quarter and had to take a break.

The Mavericks are half-starters and half-substitutes, with Juwan Howard, Steve Nash, Adrian Griffin, Danny Manning, and Ivan Eschmeyer running and jumping.

I sat on the bench and drank mineral water to rehydrate while observing the form on the field.

Itan Thomas stood at the bottom line and waited for the referee's whistle to serve. When the referee blew the whistle, I knew it was broken.

Steve Nash tightly wrapped around Chris Whitney, Adrian Griffin firmly blocked Tyron Rue behind him, Danny Manning and Itan Thomas were competing for position, Juwan Howard pulled Hubert Davis, and Ivan Eschmeyer raised his hands in front of Itan Thomas and kept jumping.

The Wizards can't serve the ball anymore.

Tyron Ru finally managed to get rid of Adrian Griffin's defense, but was double-smacked by Ivan Eschmeyer and Adrian Griffin on the sideline, and the ball was lost.

Who the hell is it that Old Nelson can't defend? Today, the Mavericks seized the unfavorable loophole of the Wizards' point guard and kept hitting it, again and again, and never give up until they beat to death. Now even the pressing of the whole game is being used.

Doug Collins kept roaring on the sidelines, directing Tyrone Ru and Chris Whitney's moves, but unfortunately they were not very competitive.

Michael Jordan licked his lips, pulled the towel from his head, threw it on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Let me go!" The voice was full of unwillingness.

"You? Can you?" Doug Collins' eyes widened.

"Yeah!" Jordan nodded!

Mr. Qiao got angry. As the top scorer selected by Mr. Qiao, I should not be too embarrassing. I stood up and said, "I'll go too!"

Doug Collins was really speechless! Without saying a word, he patted me on the shoulder, then turned around and made a substitution gesture to the referee.

"Kaome, stand at the place where you hit the highest percentage and wait for my pass!" Michael Jordan's voice did not contain a little fireworks, it was very calm, but there was a hint of pride in the calm.

I nodded vigorously.

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Chapter completed!