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When he first joined the Warriors, Chamberlain always thought that his team was the strongest offensive in the league. After fighting with the Suns, the latter's mercury-like offense left a deep impression on him, making him understand the truth that there are mountains outside the mountain and people outside. Half a season ended. He had never seen any team's offense more crazy than the Suns, but today he saw it.

The same is true: There is a sky beyond the sky, there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people.

The Warriors and the Suns, no matter which team, their offense is all in order, but the Nuggets are different. This team is a pure offensive madman. Although there are not many people in their team who can attack, no matter whether they get the ball, they choose to attack alone. There is nothing else except the ring!

But the success rate of Ai and Anthony's attack was extremely high, and today their hands felt hot and hot. What's even more unlucky is that JR-Smith also found a feeling of this nerve knife. Although Anthony and Ai occupied most of the mobile phones, he didn't have much ball rights, as long as he had the chance, he could always give the Warriors a blow.

This made West look ugly. Before he went on stage, he promised that Old Nelson had dealt with Smith, and the latter praised him. He couldn't speak out without trust, right? That was not his West's style.

Seeing the score getting bigger and bigger, Chamberlain couldn't hold on anymore. This game was not a simple regular season, but a ranking in the West. If they lost, the fourth place in the West would not be able to keep it. The Nuggets' next few games were all weak teams. The dawn of winning streak has appeared, and they cannot lose a single game.

Louis was very embarrassed by Iverson. In front of the latter, he seemed to have become a rookie who had just entered the league. From Iverson, he could not tell that he was already a thirty-two-year-old veteran.

"It must be changed!" Chamberlain secretly warned himself. He looked at the bench and wanted to find a solution from the faces of old Nelson and Billups, but both looked helpless. At this time, someone in the audience pulled up a banner, and a line of snow-white letters were written on the scarlet silk: "z, lead your team further!"

This sentence is ordinary, and I don’t know how many slogans there are more explosive and inspiring than it, but at this moment when Chamberlain saw this sentence, he felt like a flash of lightning struck through his mind: This is his team, and the victory and loss are all tied to him, how can he escape all this?

Chamberlain clenched his fists hard, and Smith relied on his strong body to squeeze out West and broke into the penalty area. He grabbed the ball with his big hands, rushed to the basket, then rose up, grabbed the ball with one hand and pulled it to the top of his head, raised his arms straight, and a roar was about to make a tomahawk-like buckle.

In the Pepsi Center, thousands of fans stood up excitedly and showed off their dunks in front of the dunk king. What a great surprise their players have brought them.

Although Smith was a little crazy, he was prepared for the dunk this time. He raided into the penalty area, and Chamberlain was stuck behind Cambi, so from the situation, his goal was definitely sure.

But reality and ideals are never the same. After enlightenment, Chamberlain began to show his fangs. Yes, he was indeed stuck behind Cambi, but who stipulated that if he was stuck, he could not defend?

Smith waved his arms angrily, and the basketball rushed towards the ring like a burning fireball, but on its way, a long arm suddenly stretched out, and then a big golden hand pressed on the ball without mercy, and pushed the ball away with a loud bang.

Camby still maintained his position, and Chamby was still stuck behind him, but he had already jumped up. The fans who were about to cheer looked at the scene on the court in horror. Chamby's body bent forward vigorously, as if he was riding on Camby's body. This cover was too crazy!

West, who was immediately following, jumped up and grabbed the ball. He let out a fierce roar from his throat, and rushed forward like a trapped beast that had just escaped from the cage.

Iverson hurriedly returned to defense, West didn't care at all, just lowered his head and kept rushing forward. His speed was so fast, as if he was stepping on a whirlwind under his feet. Iverson was shocked. He actually chased him very hard!

When did such a defender appear in the league? Iverson saw too many things from West, and those things were also found in him when he was young.

Even after reaching the penalty area, West did not slow down. After stepping into the penalty area in the frontcourt, he charged and jumped up, his momentum was as tight as a falling meteor!

At the last moment, Iverson gave up the idea of ​​stopping. This kid was a madman, he was not crazy. He did not forget his age and the twenty-eight scars on his body. If he insisted on choosing to entangle with West, the only result would be both sides.

West dunked the ball into the ring without any obstacles, but his speed was too fast and he could not buffer his kinetic energy after the dunk, so he fell directly into the press seat under the basket. His forehead hit a camera bracket. The hard bracket was smashed to pieces, and his forehead was also covered in blood.

The referee blew the whistle, no one had to shout a pause. According to the NBA regulations, someone would pause if he bleeded.

West didn't care about the wound on his forehead. He then climbed up from the ground. The blood from the wound on his forehead winded down like a small snake, and finally flowed to the corner of his mouth. He licked it with his tongue, raised his head and shouted proudly at Iverson: "No one can stop us, the Warriors will win!"

As an opponent, Iverson showed a warm scene. He stepped forward and hugged West, and said heavily: "Amazing guy!"

Iverson has always been a sentimental person, otherwise there would not be so many people who would love him. He could vaguely see his own shadow from West, and fight again with the same blood and the same fighting spirit. The scene of that year seemed to be repeated on the court.

Far from the other side of the ocean, countless fans in front of the TV were excited by West's blood. They immediately fell in love with this young man who had a bad reputation. This is the real NBA player. This kind of person has a kind of glory. They represent the spirit of the NBA, the spirit of basketball, and the spirit of sports competition.

Billups and others stood up nervously. When they saw West still walking vigorously, they breathed a sigh of relief. Billups said to old Nelson: "Poss, Deronti will be a good helper to Z. They are born with a pair!"

Old Nelson nodded solemnly, but in fact he did not disagree with this statement. West would be a good helper for Chamberlain, but he was not born a match with him. Chamberlain's strong style of play, brave and good at fighting, and his blood would boil at any time. He was like a ball of flame, which could burn his opponents or himself.

In the eyes of old Nelson, Chamberlain needed someone who could put out the fire at any time. He thought of Winnie's suggestion. Although Curry's skills are still very immature, he can remain calm at any time. This kind of person is the most suitable person to help Chamberlain.

But no matter what, West is now the hero of the team. The team doctor quickly helped West stop bleeding and blamed him: "I know that the game is like life to you, but you are too joking about your life. You have to thank God, Deronti. If you hadn't brought your headband today, then I bet that what you were exposed was not the skin, but the skull!"

West didn't care and said carelessly: "Then let him break it!"

Old Nelson waited until the team doctor treated West's wound before letting the player play. He could have replaced Azubuke or Billups, but he couldn't do that.

When the Warriors players appeared, applause rang out in the Pepsi Center, especially when Chamberlain and West appeared, the applause was particularly loud. No one enjoyed such applause when the home team played.

Americans respect heroes. Whether it was Chamberlain who was blocked by others regardless of danger or West who was crazy about West, they were all heroes in their eyes, and heroes should receive applause. This is the truth.

Iverson dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and Louis followed him in an endless manner. West gave him a whip with his performance. He had to work harder, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with him on the back line.

Under Louis' pressing, Iverson passed the ball to Anthony. Smith reached out to ask for the ball and shouted: "Melon, let me do it, fuck, I don't believe that the kid can block me, I want to teach him a lesson..."

Anthony originally wanted to play singles, but Smith kept chattering and he had to pass the ball out.

Smith took a step back and held the ball. West rushed forward like a hungry tiger to steal. The former was prepared and turned around and threw away West. He was about to rush forward, but suddenly he lightened his hand: West, who failed to hit the ball, did not give up, but turned around and pounced again. This time he finally stole the ball in Smith's hand.

Pitrus grabbed the ball and replaced Barnes on the court. The latter was beaten crazy by Anthony. Old Nelson must change the roster. Pitrus, who is stronger than Anthony, is naturally a good choice.

Chamberlain followed quickly, and Petrus passed the ball to him. After he got the ball, he ran to the inside line. Camby spread his arms to defend. Chamby leaned his shoulder vigorously to the left, and then he picked the ball with his wrist and fell from his left hand to his right hand, while his shoulder quickly pulled to the right, and a beautiful body forward changed direction and broke through Camby.

This kind of offense seems ordinary to the defender, but it is very difficult for a seven-foot man. Of course, after it is done, it is also full of ornamentality.

After breaking through Camby, Chamberlain stepped into the penalty area, Nene reached out to stop him, Chamberlain jumped up like lightning, Nene's arm that wanted to slap the ball in his hand, hung on his arm. With Nene's hand, Chamberlain still jumped and made a heavy button!

Nene was so strong that he was taken by Chamberlain like this and was actually staggered. This shows how powerful Chamberlain's physical fitness is.

2+1, Chamberlain clenched his fists and beat his chest hard to make the battle more intense.
Chapter completed!