Ignore the two famous speakers, and the game will continue.

In this game, I dare not say that the Wizards' inside defense is airtight, but it is definitely a wall of iron. Just look at the rebound comparison and you will know that the fourth quarter is not over. The Wizards have 11 more rebounds than the Raptors, including 4 more rebounds in the frontcourt.

Time is getting shorter, and the score difference has widened to 12 points, and the Raptors must score with all their strength.

Alvin Williams is in possession of the ball, Vince Carter, Collis Williams is constantly running, Eric Montrose and Antonio Davis are constantly in the position. The Raptors are making the final struggle.

I don't need to pay too much attention. Doug Collins is right. A center who is good at defending in the interior is a good center. You can get a maximum salary without getting a few points. Like Mutombo and Ben Wallace, their inside offense is almost zero, but they are absolutely famous. Without the top newcomer, it is absolutely difficult to sign in to them.

The left leg was stuck on the left side and the right leg was stuck on the right side. I firmly stuck Eric Montrose's position, bent down and pressed his chest forward, so that he didn't have enough space to turn around and face the frame. His feet slowly moved outward, pushing him out of his range.

Eric Montrose's face was full of unwillingness and helplessness. I could feel the helplessness of Eric Montrose. A rookie pushed out of his range, but he had no choice. I sympathized with him very much, but this was my battle, and I could understand him, but if he got the score, who could understand me?

Antonio Davis, who was also taking care of the old fried doughnut Christian Letterner, was comfortable and had no chance to attack.

The Raptors, the internal and external combination cannot be opened at all, so they can only make a fuss that are not provided by the outside. When the offensive time is about to run out, Alvin Williams has to force a breakthrough and rely on Richard Hamilton to force the attack. The basketball hit the basket and bounced up, and several arms under the basket stretched towards the fiery elf.

I bent down and tried to jump, but Eric Montros' body behind me was tightly against me, making me unable to jump with all my strength. I could feel that the height I was raising was definitely not more than 20 cm. Montros's 213 cm bastard actually used his height advantage to bully me...

The basketball fell position just above Montrose's head. He had already squeezed my position with all his might, and his body was tilted. He was not fighting for rebounds, he was completely trying not to let me earn this rebound, this bastard! I cursed in my heart! This was almost a move to judge a foul, but unfortunately the referee's whistle didn't sound.

The basketball was obtained by Vince Carter and he shot it as soon as he got it, but Michael Jordan had been staring at him for a long time and reached out to cover it. Carter had no choice but to raise his shot point and avoid the cover.

The basketball hit the rebound, bounced up, fell down, and hit the basket again, and fell down as soon as it tilted.

Several people under the basket were staring at the fiery red elf. The basketball fell but was touched by someone's arm. They flew out again. The people under the basket rushed towards the basketball again. In the midst of the competition between several people, they flew back to the paint area. I stood tall and blocked the guy in purple behind me, ready to take the rebound and wait for his whereabouts.

Don't be happy when the final result does not appear, because everything is possible.

When I stretched out my hands to catch the falling basketball, I suddenly felt a force coming from my back, pushing me to rush forward. I staggered, trying to control my balance, but in the end there was no effect. I lay on the rebound and looked up. I saw a sole in front of me. Journalists from newspapers, TV stations, and Internet companies were taking photos of me.

It's just like this to grab the ground! I'm so embarrassed. I looked up and saw that Vince Carter's bastard screaming at the basket.

Anger surged from my chest, and I was furious. When my head heated up, I slammed the floor with my left hand, stood up, and strode towards Vince Carter, I want to give him some color to let him know why peach blossoms are so red. Damn, he is not playing basketball, he is murdering!

Christian Letterner, who came to check my condition, saw that my face was wrong, hugged me and shouted in my ear: "Don't be impulsive, Kwame, the referee has called him a foul! He's a foul! He'll be expelled!"

ah?

After being stopped by him, my head suddenly became clear, and Richard Hamilton hurried over to stop me.

Michael Jordan and Tyrone Ru were constantly telling Vince Carter's fault with the referee and demanding severe punishment. Alvin Williams kept defending Vince Carter.

"Carter, it's Carter, a very powerful dunk, very powerful and very beautiful! Ah? Kwame Brown fell to the ground and the referee blew the whistle, it was a foul! Let's look at slow motion! It's a foul! Carter's action is really dangerous! It's too unstoppable..." Kenny Smith was doing his own analysis.

"Carter is really brave! Don't you know what Kwame is doing? Brown is fighting the Pacers alone. He isn't afraid of Kwame? Brown beats him so hard that he doesn't even know his mother. This kid is too bold!" Charles Barkley analyzed the strength level of the fight.

The referee blew Vince Carter's first-level malicious foul. The first-level malicious foul refers to unnecessary contact, usually refers to the defensive party deliberately swinging left and right, making intentional severe contact and follow-up actions on the offensive party. Vince Carter jumped up and pushed his knees on my back. This was definitely a second-level malicious foul, and it should be expelled. But he is a superstar and he is protected by the referee...

Grandma! I was so angry that I wanted to beat him up. If my body's balance ability was not good, I would have to lose my skin if I didn't die this time.

Michael Jordan and Christian Letterner kept persuading me to calm me. Doug Collins was also afraid that my anger would not be able to calm down, so he caused trouble after he went on the court, so he quickly replaced me.

Raptors head coach Lanny Wilkens also quickly replaced Vince Carter in case of revenge by the Wizards in the next game.

The game continued, and I stared at Vince Carter on the other side, but he covered his head with a towel and couldn't see his expression clearly.

My shooting skill coach Steve Kate saw that I was not calmed down, and sat next to me and said slowly: "Kaome, everything can happen on the basketball court. Trash talk, conflict, and even fights are happening every day. Sometimes some things are not very big, because anger blinds your eyes and makes some things uncontrollable. You know, many people concentrate in the game and cannot take care of anything else. They don't know what they have done. No one's original intention is to hurt others. They just don't control their actions. Kaome, don't blind their eyes by anger. There are more good people in this world. I believe Vince Carter did not deliberately hurt you. Their team is behind big scores. He may be eager to equalize the score without taking into account other things..."

Under Steve Kate's persuasion, my anger gradually calmed down. I took a deep breath and calmed down to watch the next game.

Yes! Who in this world is deliberately hurting others? Many of the sins in this world are blinded by anger. My mental age is no longer young, and I shouldn't be so impulsive. If it weren't for Christian Leitner, I might have been suspended again.

Seeing my expression gradually calmed down, Steve Kate said, "After a while, I will say something to him. Maybe I will be a good friend in the future, and maybe he will help you in the future. Many friends in this world are better than multiple enemies!"

I fell into deep thoughts...

Multiple friends are always better than multiple enemies. Just like Dwight Howard wanted to get MVP in the 2012 All-Star Game, but no one helped him. Too smelly and too many enemies is definitely one of the most important reasons.

The Raptors are substituting, Vince Carter is going to play again, I signaled to Doug Collins that I want to play too.

Dead ball!

Substitution!

I walked to Vince Carter and said with a serious look on my face: "Carter, you should apologize to me!"

Yes! He must apologize to me! Although I will not blind my eyes because of anger, if he does not apologize to me, I will definitely not forgive him!

Vince Carter was surprised, looking at my serious body, her mouth was opened, and then she said unconsciously: "sorry!"

Whether he was intentional or unintentional, he apologized, and I stretched out my right hand and said, "You're welcome, I hope we can become friends!"

Vince Carter stretched out his right hand and held my right hand. His eyes were filled with gratitude, and he said with a hint of gratitude in his voice: "Thank you!"

The referee ran over, put the whistle in his mouth and kept blew the whistle. He was surprised to see our hands holding each other. Then he turned around and signaled his hands to start the game quickly...

There was silence in the audience first, followed by waves of applause...

"What kind of tricks are this? Charles, what's going on with these two guys? Why did they make up again? They seemed to be going to fight just now?" Kenny Smith asked Charles Barkley.

"I'm so fucking so much? I can't understand..." Charles Barkley said funny, scratching his bare head.

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Chapter completed!