My Name is Kobe Bryant

"Kobe, it's really you!" O'Neal pushed Kobe hard. He had never seen a defender who could defend Malone three times in a row.

"Hey, hey, take it easy." The sweaty Kobe was almost sat on the ground by O'Neal's slap.

"Kobe, are you okay?" Harris sensed that Kobe was wrong.

"No problem, Malone is not my opponent!" Kobe gritted his teeth. Giving up was not in his dictionary, and he was exhausted with Malone today.

And based on his understanding of Sloan, the Jazz, who has repeatedly failed to attack, will definitely not continue to use Malone as the main point of attack.

"Ben, Stockton will take the initiative." Kobe and Big Ben have singled out many times in training. Ben's defense caused Kobe a headache. His strength and speed should not be what normal players should have. , and his lateral footsteps can keep up with outside players.

But whether Big Ben will deal with Stockton, Kobe has no idea. Because the current Daben does not perform so well on the court, he is more or less confused on the court. The current big Ben is just an immature rookie.

The game continues.

Stockton held the ball, and under Kobe's interference, he successfully succeeded in the pick-and-roll with Malone and exchanged defenders!

Everyone pulled to the corner, waiting for the heads-up between Stockton and Ben Wallace.

The ball seemed to be stuck in Stockton's hand, shaking back and forth from side to side.

Ben Wallace's center of gravity also swayed accordingly, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. Stockton is 15 centimeters shorter than him, and with such a much lower center of gravity, as long as the center of gravity changes too slowly, he will definitely be broken through cleanly.

Stockton chose to accelerate suddenly, leaning on Ben Wallace with his right half of his body, and dribbling quickly with his left hand in a very low space.

Wallace squeezed Stockton's offensive space with force, and he raised his hands high and pressed Stockton with his chest.

The two of them were moving towards the direction of the basket at the same time, tightly entangled together.

Stockton raised his right elbow and pretended to protect the ball but hit Ben Wallace hard in the chest.

Wallace gritted his teeth and continued to cling.

Stockton collected the ball with his left hand and made a fake shot.

Wallace was not picked! He had been educated countless times in training by Kobe's fake moves, and now he will not be fooled.

Can you prevent it without jumping? Stockton's pivot foot did not move, as if he took a step to the left. With the palm of the left hand facing up, use the space of half your body to throw the ball upwards.

Low-handed layup, the ball hits steadily.

Harris on the sidelines shook his head. Sure enough, not every rookie surprised him like Kobe did. Wallace fell into the trap created by Stockton from the beginning, always defending him on his side, and this defensive position was ineffective. As long as you reach out, it will be a foul, and if you don't reach out, Stockton has a lot of space to complete the offense.

"It doesn't matter, defend the next ball." Kobe stepped forward and patted Ben Wallace on the back.

Wallace almost gritted his teeth and didn't speak. He knew that it didn't matter what he said at this time. He must defend the next ball!

The Lakers' offense missed, and the focus of the audience was once again on the second confrontation between Stockton and Ben Wallace.

Stockton's dribbling range is not exaggerated, and his physical fitness is not explosive. How did he hit 50% of his shots in this era? Relying on the peak combination of man and ball, the basketball is like a flying elf in his hands.

Ben Wallace swayed his body back and forth with Stockton's disguise. He knew that he must keep his center of gravity, but his body followed Stockton's dribbling rhythm uncontrollably.

The slow dribbling rhythm quickly accelerated, Stockton made a breakthrough, Ben Wallace retreated, but saw Stockton put away the ball and made a three-pointer!

Wallace opened his hands to interfere, but his center of gravity was out of control, his lower body was still retreating, and he fell to the ground.

"Shua." Stockton hit a three-pointer.

"WOW, look at this damn black guy, worshiping like our John."

"Hahahaha, this awkward defense should never appear in the NBA."

"Look at this ball! This can be selected as the best player of the year!"

The Lakers request a timeout!

"Damn it, let's replace it. Stockton is totally shaming him!"

"Falke, you are the ones humiliating Big Ben!" Kobe was angry, and he grabbed Ben Wallace who was wrapping his head in a towel.

"Prevent him, if you fail once, do it again! If you fail this time, continue in the next game! No one knows what kind of ability is hidden in your body, believe in yourself, and kill him!" Kobe roared.

Ben Wallace was breathing heavily, he tried his best, but he just couldn't stop it.

But give up? Do you really want to give up?

Ben Wallace, who grew up in iron and blood since he was a child, never knew what giving up was. He seemed to replay the scene of Kobe being knocked into the air under the impact of Malone again and again, and the scene of moths flying into the flame again and again.

"Coach, I want to continue!" Ben Wallace threw the towel aside. If Kobe can do it, so can I!

"Coach, I can do it instinctively." O'Neill made a voice.

"Coach, please let Ben try again." Teammates cheered the honest Daben, he is the hardest-working young man in the team, no matter the dirty work, he will help his teammates complete it with all his might.

"Ben, keep playing." Harris' blood seemed to be infected by these young guys, and the best way now is to win Ben and play against the Jazz.

Harris never thought that he would solve the problem so irrationally, but he believed that the group of young men under his command could perform miracles.

"Don't give up yet?" Stockton stared at Ben Wallace, why is his aura different?

Before the timeout, he was still a flurry of undrafted picks. The big Ben who came back from the timeout gave Stockton the deterrent force of a prehistoric beast.

"Hmph, it's just a trick. It's just an undrafted pick with a good body."

Ben Wallace in front of Stockton posed, staring at him without saying a word.

It is still a rhythmic cross dribble, first slow and then fast, shaking from side to side interferes with Ben Wallace's center of gravity.

Stockton sped up and Wallace stepped back, creating another half-length advantage.

This time Stockton pursued safety and pressed into a mid-range jumper.

"Get down!" Ben Wallace waited for this moment for a long time, his strong legs exploded with amazing speed, jumping high like a spring.

What? Stockton's eyes widened, and the basketball he shot was caught in the air by Ben Wallace, who jumped high with one hand.

Time seemed to stand still, and the entire gymnasium stayed on the cover of the big book that covered the sky and the sun.

Catch it?

Wallace landed, grabbed the ball with one hand, and roared to the sky.

The noisy Delta Center Arena seemed to be trapped in a vacuum, and there was no sound.

Big Ben, home.