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Deron patiently directed his teammates to take the ball. Oku reached out to get the ball in the penalty area. He shook left and right to hit Chamberlain, but finally put the ball away and passed it to Boozer.

Boozer turned around and exposed his fangs when facing Harrington's defense. His strong body of Cambi's small tank was pushing forward step by step, crushing Harrington like a bulldozer. Although Harrington occasionally played power forward, he was actually a bit out of position. He had a little flexibility in playing the third position, and his strength and height were not suitable for playing the fourth position, especially when facing Boozer.

It is also rumored that Harrington played center forward, but even he himself knew that this was a brag. Just because he was six feet nine inches tall and two hundred and fifty pounds? This is too underestimated by the inside of the league.

Boozer is also six feet nine inches, and is about the same height as Harrington, but fans have an impression of them that Harrington is much taller. The reason for this is that the figures of the two are too different.

The same six feet nine inches, Harrington is 250 pounds, while Boozer is 270 pounds. The gap between these 20 pounds is all about muscles, and when it comes to strength, it is almost two extremes!

Some people may not be very clear about Boozer's image, but for example, it is clear that Boozer's senior, Carl Malone, the greatest inside player in the history of the Jazz, is exactly the same as him in terms of height and weight. Some people even believe that the reason why Sloan signed Boozer at all costs is because this guy's style and image are the same as Malone.

Of course, if Boozer really had the level of Malone, then Duke, who was born in a prestigious university, would not have been in the second round of the draft in 2002. You should know that this guy's hit rate in college was 63%. Even the Duke Blue Devils, who were famous for many celebrities, was a record! However, compared with Malone, Boozer's physical fitness can only be considered medium: his bounce and bounce speed are average, his wingspan is not long, and his lateral steps are slow. The only thing that is extraordinary is his strength and strength.

Although he is not as good as Malone, Boozer is definitely one of the best powerful strikers in the NBA today. He combines strength, skills and consciousness. Many people were optimistic that he could enter the All-Star this season, but unfortunately he was defeated in the end. This made Jazz fans indignant, and they all believed that Boozer was a bead of the All-Star Game.

Facing Harrington's defense, Boozer leaned on his chest with his overly strong back, and then slapped the ball step by step to squeeze under the basket.

Harrington's face was full of bitterness. He gritted his teeth and pushed Boozer hard. He even took out his strength, but he still couldn't completely block Boozer and was eventually pushed to the top of the penalty area.

As soon as he fell into the top arc of the penalty area, Boozer then turned around like a gyro. His turn was extremely fast, and Harrington pressed on him with all his strength. In this way, he had no spare energy to make up for defense and was easily overtaken by Boozer.

After passing Harrington, Boozer stepped to the basket and immediately jumped up, leaned back slightly, and threw the ball out with a soft trembling wrist.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a giant rushed out of the flank and jumped up, slapped the racket out and landed directly into the audience!

Chamberlain!

Sloan shouted at the timeout with a gloomy face. He looked at the scoreboard. The score of 18:10 made him extremely dissatisfied.

Jazz players walked out of the field, Sloan looked at them coldly, Boozer walked in a mess at the end, the old coach grabbed him and frowned and shouted, "Hey, Carlos, are you an artist? Or do you want to tell the fans that you are a technical school? I really don't understand, God gave you such a strong body, why don't you make good use of it? You have a pair of iron elbows, just like Carl Malone! Your skills are not worse than Carl, why are your shock so poor? It's because you waste the talent God gave you, you should swing your elbows, just like an axe, so that all your opponents will be afraid when they see him!"

Some outside reporters revealed that the reason why Ma Long is so violent is that he was trained by Sloan, who was born in the army.

Boozer nodded hurriedly and said that he was the boss of this team. He and Deron were just younger brothers. If he made this boss unhappy, he would not have any good results.

The ball rights still belong to the Jazz. Deron dribbled outside the three-point line, Boozer stepped forward to cover, and Kirilenko on the same side immediately ran off the ball, successfully opening up space for Deron's breakthrough. With Boozer's cover, Deron cut in with the trend.

At the same time, Boozer turned around and went down from the side to respond. Billups shouted and changed his defense to block Boozer. The latter remembered Sloan's previous instructions, and approached Billups, gritted his teeth and slapped his elbow and slammed his ribs.

Billups retreated in pain, Harrington defended Deron, but Xiaopang did not stick to the ball, but passed it back to Boozer who followed him. Billups was thrown behind him, and Boozer smiled coldly and jumped up to make a clean jump shot.

Seeing the ball caught, Jackson suddenly became a little anxious and shouted to Bilups: "Hi, brother, your defense!"

The scene of being eliminated by the Jazz last season was swaying in front of Jackson from time to time. Among the five people present, he was the only one who had experienced that stage intact, so he didn't want the Jazz to get a point easily.

West saw all Boozer's methods and shouted angrily: "That damn bald head..."

Billups didn't explain, and waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Enough, man, it's nothing, it's just a ball, let's play back immediately!"

West regards the Warriors as his home, and his teammates are all his family. He still shouts angrily: "He elbows you, Chauncey, the bald head raised by the bitch hits you!"

Billups smiled coldly and said, "Did you forget which team I came from?"

The indignant Chamberlain and others suddenly fell silent. Grandma, more iron-blooded, stronger, and more sinister, who can compare to the Pistons? Chamberlain couldn't help but remember the scene of the first time fighting with the Pistons this season. At that time, Davis was injured, and Billups used ball skills and tricks to blow up the Warriors' outside line.

But Billups did not take revenge immediately, and the referee was staring at them. Of course he knew this, so he dribbled the ball to the frontcourt with a pretty good manner and suddenly accelerated, leading Deron to run past Brewer. The latter was attracted, and he immediately passed the ball to West.

After West got the ball, his body thrust forward. Delon, who had switched defense, subconsciously jumped backwards, but immediately, West also jumped backwards. After jumping out of the three-point line, he shook his hand and made a three-pointer.

"Swish!" Hit.

Seeing the ball fall into the ring, West clenched his fist and made a punch in his chest. He shouted at Deron: "I have a elbow, come here!" His fist hit his heart, his face as ferocious as a mad dog.

"What a crazy guy!" Barkley grinned, "But I like, I like such guys, he reminded me of some past events."

Deron dribbled the ball to the three-point line again, and he winked Boozer, who came up to block Billups in a habit. Deron quickly slapped the ball away like dust.

Billups and Boozer were entangled. Facing Deron who was throwing him away, he stretched out his viciously and hooked his toes on Deron's ankle.

Delong's figure staggered and broke through suddenly slowed down. The ball still jumped forward quickly due to inertia, and suddenly it took out Delong's control and was snatched by West on the side.

West made a quick break, Billups followed, and Brewer followed behind the two of them hesitantly. Before he made up his mind to defend someone, West jumped up. He glided in the air like a big bird, and when he reached the basket, he shook his wrist, and took a long-distance rush to lift the ball towards the ring.

When Brewer saw it, he jumped up and pushed West on the back. At this time, West was completely gliding in the air, without any effort. Brewer pushed him into the air. He struggled in the air for a while, then twisted and landed on the ground, and his shoulders hit the floor.

The fans' cheers suddenly sounded at the Energy Center Stadium: "Kill the Californians raised by bitch! Beautiful job!"

Chamberlain, who was following behind, suddenly had red eyes when he saw this scene. Jackson reacted faster and clenched his fist and was about to hit Brewer. But what surprised everyone happened. Chamberlain pulled Jackson into his arms at once, and at the same time he stopped Harrington and Billups, who were ready to move.

The three referees rushed up and separated the two gangs. Brewer walked behind Boozer and others with innocent faces, spread his hands and said, "This is a fake fall, man, I just patted him gently..."

Jackson shouted: "What are you doing? Go up and beat this bitch to death!"

West gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the floor. Chamberlain pushed Jackson into Billups' arms. He stepped forward and carefully supported West and whispered, "How about it, brother, can you still bear it?"

West tried to move his shoulders, and his arm moved and his expression on his face immediately twisted, which must have caused a flaw.

"Why don't you beat that bastard?" Jackson was still struggling in Billups' arms.

"Because this is the playoffs!" West yelled at Jackson, and he grinned again as he spoke, his shoulders were sore.

Chamberlain hugged him and still whispered to West: "It's not because it's the playoffs, brothers, even if it's the preseason, I don't want to fight on the court anymore. A player once told me that we're not just fighting for intentions. There are hundreds of millions of kids watching us under the court and in front of the TV. Do you understand?"

West was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said relaxedly: "I know, z, I understand what you mean, you don't need to explain anything, because you are my boss and I am your younger brother. I support you whatever you do. No matter what, I will not doubt you!"

The blue veins on Chamberlain's forehead jumped. At this time, the referee had made a penalty. He sentenced Brewer to a defensive foul, which made Jackson so angry that he yelled and jumped: "This is a fucking ordinary foul? Are you blind? This fucking ordinary foul?! That bitch wants to ruin my brother, that damn bitch, if I were on the street, I would have knocked his head off because of that action..."

Old Nelson called a pause, and he asked West with concern: "Check it out?"

West waved his arm lightly and said, "It's okay, Boss, I'm very good now. I just touched it just now. I'm not a damn ceramic doll. I'm so strong that I can knock down a cow!"
Chapter completed!