Bulldozer of the NBA’s Restricted Area

The atmosphere on the court was serious enough, and it was impossible to sit still outside the court. Players from both sides stood on the sidelines, and more than 20,000 fans also stood up, waiting for this last moment.

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"how so?"

"You actually want to compete with Jordan for MVP?"

"But Jordan won't be able to play in the All-Star game a few times. As a rookie, he shouldn't be chasing him so closely."

"You want to say respect? But this is a competition after all, so giving your best is respect!"

Duncan and Robinson in the West looked at each other, and everyone else had the same idea, a little unbelievable... The game would eventually end with this either-or result of MVP.

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"The initiative is in Jordan's hands. He is very good at defending in isolation."

"The problem is that no matter how good he is, he can't guarantee 100% scoring. He can have a 50%, no, maybe a 60% chance, which is already a lot."

"Kobe gets 40% of the MVP award? That's a lot!"

O'Neal and Hardaway in the Eastern Conference exchanged words at an alarming speed. Even the people next to them felt that the situation was very subtle. And on the court a few seconds ago... the time was parallel, and the four insiders hugged each other and they were all anxious.

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"Bet or not, hurry up, do you bet or not? Bet 100,000, I bet Jordan will score and we will lose!" Malone was reluctant to give up this good opportunity.

"Damn it, can't you bet on us to win?" Li Shengli was confused.

"Hurry up, there's no time for nonsense, they're about to fight." Malone yelled as he hugged Garnett, "Kevin, follow the bet!"

"Okay, I'll bet 100,000 that Jordan will come in!" Garnett snorted.

"What about you?" Malone looked at Mutombo.

"Don't I have a name when I ride a horse?" Mutombo was a little angry.

"Your name..." Ma Long almost couldn't breathe.

Dikembe Mutombo Mpolando Mkamba Kean Jacques Wamutombo?

I stumbled over my words, "Damn it, it's almost dawn, why are you betting on nothing?"

"Let's not talk about it for now. Damn it, I bet Kobe can defend him." Li Shengli's face darkened.

"Then I also... bet 100,000 on Kobe!" Mutombo didn't let Malone read it, but he bet on Kobe because of Li Shengli's friendliness, so he directly made up a 2V2 game.

"Okay, win or lose, it's 100,000, whoever cheats is the bastard!" Malone stamped his foot and immediately shouted outside: "Hit, hit, hit quickly, Jordan, go up and fuck him!"

"Jordan, hit him, hit him, you must score."

"Damn it, Kobe, watch out, don't step on the horse and let me bleed!"

"Lee, I stand with you this time... Kobe, brother, you have to work hard!"

At the same time, the non-playing players on both sides standing on the sidelines were also clenching their fists. The support voice in the East could be heard to be unified, but the West was a little more chaotic. Overall... Jordan, who represented the veteran's final glory, got more Lots of support.

"You can't lose, Jordan, it's just one goal, the last one!"

"Damn it, we have been fighting for almost a lifetime, how can we lose to a kid today?"

"Come on, hurry up and teach him a lesson!"

"Damn, isn't this bullying the newcomers? Nick, come on, shout!"

"Damn it, are you bullying us newcomers? Come on, Kobe, come on, Kobe, come on...Duncan, we are all newcomers, come and help us yell."

"Stop talking, they took action. It took time until the end, and there was only one ball left."

"Damn it, really a beating?"

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At this moment, everyone's emotions were aroused to the extreme.

Time was running out bit by bit, and Jordan was not too anxious to take action. He wanted to press the time to the end, and did not even want the opportunity to grab the rebound inside for a second offense. He only used one ball to determine the outcome; at the same time, Kobe also tried his best to keep breathing evenly. It is completely intolerable for him to advance rashly on defense and lose his position.

Keep pressing until within 10 seconds.

Jordan finally took action. After turning his back at the top of the arc, he leaned against Kobe and squeezed into the hot zone. Of course... when both sides were letting go, Jordan was in the hot zone from the top of the arc to the basket, and the higher he went in, the higher he got. .

Kobe didn't say a word and immediately stepped forward.

You know...the Lakers' hand-to-hand combat is one of the few in the league.

The change in the team's style during Li Shengli's leadership is obvious to all. The Lakers' main force plays post-up and defends like they've seen a ghost. They are not afraid of confrontation and are even keen on confrontation. Kobe's new arsenal has also been supplemented with perimeter post-up. The defense naturally also has experience.

Want to find my rhythm?

Kobe knew what Jordan would do next.

Basically, he just needs to find the rhythm, receive back shots, follow up with footwork fakes, and receive his signature fadeaway jumper without entering the penalty area. But the problem is...it's not sure when Jordan's attack will start, and the follow-up defense will definitely be slow, one step slower, slower. There is danger in the blink of an eye, and the only offensive signal is that force from the back.

As for Jordan...

Seeing that Kobe successfully slowed down his own progress, in the blink of an eye he launched another tentative back push. Feeling the force of the pushback, he immediately made a large turn from left to right.

It’s over, ordered?

Damn it, you turned your back so drastically?

The amplitude is too large, Jordan's shot is a little slower, can Kobe still keep up with the interference?

Li Shengli and others couldn't even say anything while watching, and Jordan's offense of just beating Kobe on the outside was over.

Jordan deceived Kobe's position and made a fadeaway jumper. Kobe gritted his teeth and shifted his weight on his left and right feet to compensate for the interference in the takeoff and made a final effort.

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"coming!"

"it is finally over?"

"Go in, come in!"

I held my breath but screamed in my heart. The scene at this meeting was too depressing. Fortunately, the depression only lasted for a short time... With a swish sound, Jordan's mid-range shot from outside the penalty area and inside the three-point line was terrifyingly stable and hit directly. .

As soon as the winning goal was scored, the scene exploded with a bang.

Countless fans broke out into heart-rending roars. This scale of shouting can only be seen during a fight at the Knicks' home court. When the game time ran out, the Eastern Conference players all rushed forward to hug him. Tight Jordan.

As for Kobe...

By one goal, he not only lost the matchup, the game, but also lost the All-Star MVP by one step. It was impossible not to say he was disappointed. It was basically all on his face. Looking at Jordan, who was calmly enjoying the cheers, Kobe was in a terrible mood.

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"Are you okay?" Holding Kobe in his arms, Li Shengli felt quite depressed at the moment.

"It's okay, I just feel..." Kobe couldn't express his feelings, "Lee, tell me the truth, is there a big gap between him and me?"

"Do you have to tell the truth? Well, there is a slight gap!"

"Fuck, you can't say anything to comfort me..."

"Damn it, didn't you ask me to tell the truth?"

"Then you are too real, Li, I am so sad..."

"Okay, it's a big deal. You're only as old as you are. I'll have your time in the future. Don't worry about it." Li Shengli touched Kobe's head, "Besides, who doesn't win or lose yet? Anyway, there is no money to be made in winning or losing." , what are you afraid of, we and... we and..."

"Wait, damn, I seem to have forgotten something when I stepped on the horse?"

"Forgot something?" Kobe was stunned for a moment.

"You broke my mentality, brother!"

"ah?"

"Oops, I forgot what just happened, I'm going to hide first!"

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forget?

You are riding a horse...

It hasn’t even been a minute and you can still forget?

Malone and Garnett chased after him to collect the debt, fuming with anger, but Li Shengli was so poor that he picked up his pants and ran away. When Mutombo saw... Damn it, Li Shengli defaulted on the debt, why don't I run away?

"Oh yeah, Jordan you're awesome!"

"Oh haha, I'm here to celebrate you!"

Mutombo suddenly rushed into the celebrating army in the East. The West was originally losing and was not in a good mood, but Malone really couldn't hold it in anymore...

"Son of a bitch, they want to default on their debt!" Garnett clenched his fist.

"Fuck, let's catch one first, that Mu... he runs slow!" Malone stamped his feet and yelled, while Garnett frantically grabbed him, rushed to Jordan, hugged Mutombo and refused to let him go. .

Everyone in the East was dumbfounded, even Jordan. But when Mutombo looked at Li Shengli, he just felt... his movement speed needs to be improved.

Center speed? ?

Not only on the court, but also on the bill.

At least Li Shengli ran much faster than him.

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"Here...here...bro, I caught Mutombo!"

"Okay, good job Kevin! It's you, Mutombo, give me the money!"

"Ah?" Mutombo ran slowly but he was not stupid. "Did you recognize the wrong person? I am Dikembe Mutombo Mpolando Mkamba Keen Jacques Wa Mutombo!"

Damn it? !

Did you learn to be shameless after hugging Li Shengli? !

Ma Long's old face darkened and he cursed: "Don't talk nonsense, it's you, you think I can't remember your full name? Give me money, Mutombo-mu... Mkambaki... Kiba... Kibayak ...Grass, step on the horse, Kevin, come on..."

"Damn, can you do it?" Garnett's face turned red with anger and he took a deep breath, "Dikembe Mutombo Mkamba...Baki...Baki...Baki... …”

"No, no, you read it after me...Dikembe-Mutombo-Mpolando-Mkamba-Keane-Jacques-Wamutombo!" Mutombo taught Garnett again .

"Mpolando-Mkiba...Muyak..."

"No, it's Mkamba Keen Jacques Wamutombo!"

"Jean-Jacques-Was...Mu...fuck, I don't care, I don't care, it's you, you give me the money!"