It turned out to be a fake action. Jordan passed the ball almost to r Kelly from his side.
At this time, Kelly had reached the shooting position he was best at, close to the forty-five-degree angle of the rim, stepped into the board, and scored.
Okay, everyone has fans, and it should be exchanged as a background board.
Soon, just five minutes later, he caught someone's arm and the foul was suspended. Then the coaches of both sides made a big substitution, and the group went up and down.
"Haha, Alex, you are great!"
Just sitting down, Tony covered a towel on his shoulders with doglegs, and then fanned the other towel in his hand. One set was learned from the game, and the silencer handed sports drinks.
It was true that she was sweating, Song Ya squeezed the bottle into her mouth and then wiped her sweat with a towel while panting.
The task was completed, and he began to be a spectator.
In the second quarter, the atmosphere of the game became a bit fierce, mainly because Rodman and Barkley squeezed on the inside as if they had become a reality. The two were still smiling hippies, but they both tightened their muscles and started to bang.
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Fouls have also increased.
With about three minutes left in the second quarter, he was replaced with Kelly.
To be honest, they didn't have much friendship with R Kelly, but they didn't have any grudges. They laughed and followed others before and after they ran, and after a period of tension, they both started to chat casually.
But R Kelly had a snack machine, chatting and chatting that he immediately took a fake action when he got the ball, and shot again at a 45-degree angle, but this time he was farther from the basket and missed the board.
Skills are not available in such situations. Who is the joke? Song Ya and him exchanged offense and defense with a smile, "Hey!" He suddenly turned around inside the three-point line, sat on his knees with his hips, and stretched out his hands to the skin. Punch wants the ball.
Pippen hung the ball into his hands comfortably, Song Ya used his physical strength to hit his back and arched inward with a pat.
"R Kelly can't guard against aplus, he can't guard against!"
The TV commentary also saw it, "Shaq...aplus!"
R Kelly has already used the energy to suckle, but this guy is unexpectedly very empty, Song Ya easily arched to the shooting position and turned around to make a jumper.
jump……
Huh? Where's my ball?
Only seeing Jordan turn his head and stick his tongue out, he has already galloped forward with the ball.
With no one in the backcourt, he glides and dunks.
The audience burst into cheers from breaking through the ceiling.
Excessive...
Song Ya smiled and went back to catch and pass the ball, and glanced at him as he passed by.
In fact, Jordan subconsciously picked it up. How could I know... trivial things, my retirement ceremony, the friendly match held for me, he thought.
He, Pippen, Barkley, Rodman and Boss Miller arranged most of the points in the game, and the technical gap is indeed too big.
Rodman doesn't often shoot, but here is Boss Miller, a marginal player in the NBA. He has a rare opportunity and is very hardworking. In addition, Pippen is very determined to win and lose. After two quarters, Song Ya has led by 12 points.
Jordan is not happy, serious. In the third quarter, he used all kinds of techniques to chase points. He is a coach, and he is not just following him if he changes players.
One quarter went over by eight points. Due to the chain reaction, Pippen did not make any major adjustments. Song Yagan sat on a bench and scored a poor second.
"Work hard!"
Losing is definitely going to be a loss. Pippen doesn't seem to want to lose too ugly. He dispatched the strongest lineup in his mind observed in three quarters. In the fourth quarter, Song Ya was honored to start with Rodman and Boss Miller.
"Aplus, stay with me!"
But without r Kelly over there, that guy's stamina seems to be bad. Song Ya can barely follow a fifty-year-old retired NBA shooter.
He can't beat him at the age of fifty. He frequently eats. In fact, the "old guy" didn't spend much time, so he just clicked on a fake action, and then the grandpa in the park stood up and cast the blue, he was two meters and five meters tall!
"Personal! Close to him!"
Pippen is always pushing himself, lowering his weight and focusing on guarding. From time to time, someone pushes his back vigorously, and once almost fell forward. Who can stand it?
Mood... naturally getting more and more unhappy.
He began to stay close to the opponents, and extinguished the mind of taking points again, sticking to Pippen's teachings, using all his strength to squeeze, push, jam, and defend seriously.
"Aplus technical action is really good! It's so defensive!" The TV commentary actually recognized him, but he can't have high demands, but he can't hear it and don't know.
Players on the field are getting more and more serious and angry. You come and I will bite the score and alternately rise.
Maybe only this kind of victory and defeat can make a legend, and Jordan also started over there, babbling trash talking out of his mouth.
"Aplus, can you do it? Everyone is fifty years old!"
"Don't give them the ball, do it yourself, are you persuaded?"
"You are not as good as my son, Jeffrey can deduct you if he comes!"
"I'm not here to play the playoffs with you!"
Jeffrey is his eldest son. Song Ya can only hear trash talk about himself. In fact, there are not a few words, but he remembers clearly. Be careful. His emotions are infected by the players on the court. Panting gradually loses confidence and calmness. .
The sound of basketball hitting the floor, the sound of sneakers rubbing, Pippen's pushing and urging, Rodman and Barkley yelling at each other, the sound of muscles confronting each other, and sweat running across his cheeks. He tried his best to wave his hands and wrestle with the fifty-year-old man. .
'beep! The referee blew his whistle, oh, he committed a foul by pushing someone himself, he raised his hand angrily and went to the basket to watch the old man take a free throw.
"Be active, pay attention to rebounds!" Pippen was still chattering in his ears, it didn't matter.
He turned his head to look at the time, with the last three minutes left.
I was so tired that my calf muscles were trembling.
One free throw, the second...
'when! The ball hit the basket and didn't make it. It happened to draw a high parabola and flew towards him. Song Ya jumped up with his feet heavier than lead and faced the basketball with his hands.
'Snapped! ’Jordan picked the ball away from the top of his head.
"M-fxxk..."
Before the **** was finished, Pippen pushed his **** again, "Match up!"
Who to guard against? Jordan? He had to stick to it, wishing to stretch out his foot pad on his landing place, anyway, the old hooligan was about to retire, and this leg was useless!
Jordan turned his back, he pressed tightly, only to feel the other side's back swinging from side to side, which way? After another shake, Jordan leaned back and made a jumper, hitting easily, pulling the point difference to five points.
'pass! ’
The teammate kicked off the ball and Pippen urged it again. Song Ya had to touch the ball and return it to him before jogging to the front court.
He couldn't keep up. He glanced enviously at r Kelly who was sitting on the sidelines. He couldn't hear and didn't want to hear what Tony and the others were yelling. It was nothing more than cheering or giving an idea.
Pippen and Boss Miller made a missed shot. Rodman forced Buck to tap the falling basketball with his fingertips, and then bounced like a spring again to catch the ball in his hands.
But Jordan the chicken thief stabbed him when he landed, and the basketball fell to the ground. Rodman and Barkley threw down at the same time and lay on the floor to grab the ball.