Dead ball!

Substitution!

Michael Jordan replaced Alexander, and I replaced Brandon Heywood. A big guy with four small guys. This time, Mr. Joe appeared in person to see how old Nelson responded.

I waited quietly at a 45-degree angle outside the three-point line. This is not the place where I hit the highest percentage. My highest percentage is at the top of the arc. If no one defends, I am patient. At the top of the arc, my hit the edge of the arc is above 85%, but I can't stand there. Because hiding in the dark is the deadliest, but I told Jordan that I would move there and wait for his pass.

Old Nelson did not make any adjustments. Perhaps this is what he expected. He used the Wizards' starter to death and did not give them a rest. In this way, he could kill the Wizards without bloodshed in the fourth quarter. He is worthy of being a "mad scientist", a tactical master, and a coach Qiansheng.

With Michael Jordan, the Wizards seemed to have a soul suddenly, and Tyrone Ru and Chris Whitney could also take the ball. When they encountered double-teams, Michael Jordan would definitely stand in the corner where he could see, and his ball would be passed to Jordan at the first time.

Michael Jordan broke through Adrian Griffin's defense and went straight into the inside. There was no Wizards' inside. The Mavericks' defense suddenly contracted, with Juwan Howard, Danny Manning, and Adrian Griffin three-man defending Michael Jordan.

The ball disappeared in Michael Jordan's hand, the ball appeared in my hand, and I stood at the top of the arc facing the basket. No one was defending in front of me. I jumped gently, pushed hard on my waist, held my left hand lightly, and pushed my right hand lightly, and felt very good.

Enter, three points!

Without celebration, I immediately turned back to the paint defense area, and we were still behind.

The old Jordan is the second to return to the backcourt to defend, the third is the old point guard Chris Whitney, Hubert Davis is fourth, and Tyrone Rue is the last.

Jordan didn't say anything, but I saw the anger in his eyes, it was anger towards Hubert Davis and Tyrone Rue.

Steve Nash's pass was really superb. He passed it to Zhuwan Howard, who missed defense. He stood in the inside line, on the edge of the paint area, and I was a full two meters away from him. Even if he made a shot, no one said I was dereliction of duty, but I slid to the left, jumped high, stretched my arms, and threw my big hand at the red basketball.

The basketball was touched by my fingers, deviated from its original running trajectory, bounced on the basket and jumped up again. I bent down and jumped up again. The basketball was firmly held in my arms and threw it into the frontcourt. There was a blue figure running.

It was Jordan. At the moment I took off, he was already running. A light layup was not a dunk, but it was very light and did not waste energy.

Old Nelson still did not make personnel adjustments, but just kept sitting on the sidelines with some tactical gestures.

Steve Nash was focused on this time by Michael Jordan, and Tyrone Rue went to defend Ivan Eschmeyer. Steve Nash's fancy dribble could not confuse Michael Jordan. The experienced Jordan can always block Nash's route to pass the ball. Nash can't, so he can only pass the ball to Adrian Griffin who responded. Griffin passed the ball to Juwan Howard in the inside. I was the only one in the penalty area. I really couldn't take care of all aspects. Although I still jumped up and I still made defensive moves, I really didn't have the ability to reach that basketball, even though I asked for all the gods and Buddhas.

The ball went in! Jordan was waiting for me to serve the bottom line.

Michael Jordan still broke into the inside in one row, and there were still three double-teams in the inside. Jordan still passed the ball out and passed it to me. There was a short figure in front of me, which seemed to be Ivan Eschmeyer. His height was not enough and his bounce was not enough, so he had almost no impact on me.

The ball bounced on the basket, jumped up, fell again, plunged into the basket, and another three-pointer.

I turned around and ran back.

Old Nelson made adjustments this time, Danny Manning was replaced by Dirk Nowitzki, and the others remained unchanged.

Doug Collins also made adjustments, and Tyron Lu was replaced by Brandon Haywood. Now Jordan is playing at the point guard, Tyron Lu's role is negligible. Now with Nowitzki's appearance, the Wizards should also increase their strength in the inside.

I received an order from Doug Collins from Brandon Haywood, and I needed to defend Dirk Nowitzki with all my might.

With the help of Adrian Griffin, Steve Nash threw away Jordan's defense and went straight into the inside. Brandon Haywood and I responded quickly, attacking from both sides, preventing him from making comfortable moves in the inside. Steve Nash shook his wrist and passed the ball to a 45-degree angle outside the three-point line, where was Dirk Nowitzki, Dirk Nowitzki jumped, and the basketball plunged into the basket.

King Nuo Tian shouted, put his right hand into a fist on his chest, and his eyes were waiting for me, as if telling me: Boy, you are not the only big guy who can shoot three points, I can shoot too, I am 1 cm taller than you!

"Kaome, another one!" Michael Jordan said while walking beside me.

"kindness!"

Double-teaming, Michael Jordan was double-teamed while on the outside, Steve Nash and Ivan Eschmeyer blocked Michael Jordan, which may be the new tactical command of Old Nelson. Hubert Davis came out to pick up and got the ball straight into the inside, but Juwan Howard, once one of the five Michigan tigers, stood on his way forward in advance.

The referee's whistle sounded! Offensive foul! Exchange ball rights.

Steve Nash dribbled to the frontcourt and passed it to inside Juwan Howard. Brandon Heywood was taking care of this old fry. I stared at Dirk Nowitzki's move and found that I moved to the outside line, so I quickly followed.

Juwan Howard could not withstand Brandon Heywood, who was 213 cm in the inside, passed the basketball to the German driver. The German driver received the ball, took off and took action!

I had already noticed his movements. I was already waiting for him to shoot. I jumped high, stretched my arms, and waited for the basketball to shoot out of his hand, but in the air I found that the red basketball was falling more and more!

A large angle backward jump shot, I didn't even touch the basketball's skin. I was falling. The basketball floated over my head, and a "swish" sound came from behind, and the ball entered.

Nowitzki stared at the dark blue eyes, clenched his fists with his right hand, shouted to the sky, and shouted loudly to the audience on the sidelines, cheering a little more, and there was another wave of heat in the field.

I looked at Dirk Nowitzki and felt a lot of emotion. When will I achieve his ability like this? It is a high-angle back jump shot. And I am just the most basic jump shot. The difficulty is 100,000 miles away. I am still a long way from him. I feel a lot of loss in my heart...

"It's okay! Kwame, the attacking side always has to have a little advantage! You give him one!" Michael Jordan said standing behind me.

I clenched my fists.

Michael Jordan gave a dead order through gestures, and the ball must be handed over to me to shoot.

The basketball was patiently falling in and out of the hands of several people. I kept going in and out of the three-point line, trying to find the best shot. Finally, Brandon Haywood made a pick-and-roll for me, blocking Dirk Nowitzki's footsteps. I got the basketball smoothly outside the three-point line, bent over, took off, held up with my left hand, and pushed the ball with my right hand. It felt very good.

"Bang!" The sound of the basketball being photographed by a hand.

Dirk Nowitzki had arrived in front of me, a huge palm blocking the way forward of the basketball.

The ball was broken, and a sense of powerless frustration arose, and I failed!

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Chapter completed!