My Name is Kobe Bryant

After the greetings and introductions from the magician and Dantley, the game is finally about to start.

Referee Bill Kennedy, a middle-aged black referee, throws the ball high into the sky.

"Ha!" O'Neill roared with all his strength, and his two thick legs trampled on the ground, as if a prehistoric giant hammered the ground ferociously! Taking advantage of the momentum to rebound and jump high, the light weight of 300 catties seems to be walking in the sky. With a big wave of his hand, in a crushing way, his hand was almost half of Greg Ostertag's arm, and he directed the ball to the direction of the Lakers.

The basketball flew straight to Kobe, and Kobe caught it firmly and quickly advanced with the ball.

"Perfect jump ball! O'Neal is in very good condition. It seems that he has completely escaped the influence of the torn quadriceps." The magician felt that the degree of vigor of this jump ball was even scarier than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

"Looking at Kobe, do you think of yourself when you were young?" The magician turned to look at Dantley and asked a question.

"Somewhat similar, but absolutely different." Dantley pursed his lips. He was 18 years old and was still working as a substitute in college. Honest people have no way to boast that Kobe is like himself. Especially now that the basketball emperor Wilt Chamberlain has said that Kobe is his successor, Dantley is really embarrassed to be compared with Chamberlain.

"Here we come! Kobe opens up! One-on-one! One-on-one Russell!"

"The Jazz's restricted area was crowded together, O'Neill, Big Ben, Malone, and Ostertag entangled each other, holding hands, shoulder resistance, buttocks!

Male on male!

The restricted area is already a tormented, weather-beaten lot. Of course the Lakers' offense cannot hit the penalty area!

First ball! Kobe himself!

Everyone pulled away, and 9 people on the court were watching Kobe. And thousands of spectators outside the stadium are also waiting to see what kind of performance Kobe will have.

Kobe was unhurried, dribbling the ball back and forth a few steps beyond the three-point line. Cold, unfeeling eyes stared at Brian Russell, as if staring at a dead man.

A little flustered! Now Brian Russell is a little panicked! He knows that he is not Kobe's opponent, but he can't defend against shooting and rushing Kobe to the inside. He thinks he can still complete the defensive plan formulated by Jerry Sloan.

It was very quiet on the pitch, and there were no scenes of mutual provocation. The two teams were already very familiar with each other.

start! Kobe moved the ball one step laterally, and then bowed to Buddha with a hesitant step!

Brian Russell takes a step forward, defends the shot but not the sudden, he wants to implement this Sloan philosophy to the end!

The corners of Kobe's mouth raised slightly, since he let me go, then I accepted it with a smile.

"Kobe breaks into the mid-range! Hit the mid-range jumper firmly before Malone stepped forward to help defend! Beautiful shooting posture, stable ball control and shooting combination, Kobe's mid-range shooting skills are by no means worse than Michael! He is historical level mid-range shooter!"

"Kobe scored the first goal, Jerry Sloan frowned! It seems that he was a little dissatisfied with Kobe getting rid of Russell so easily to complete the jumper. The same is true for Karl Malone, he complained in a low voice."

"Jazz's offense is on! Stockton has the ball! It's not Kobe guarding him! It's not Kobe! It's Bruce Bowen! Kobe walks up to Jazz role player Brian Russell, the Silver Fox Harris, He wants to avoid Kobe's physical consumption during regular time as much as possible. In this game, the Lakers' offensive burden is entirely on Kobe and Eddie Jones. The restricted area has become a meat grinder. If Kobe and Eddie Jones can't get together 50 points, I don't think the Lakers can win."

Stockton saw that the defensive player in front of him was Bruce Bowen, thought for a second, and decided to start the pick-and-roll!

"The Jazz's iconic pick-and-roll tactics! Stockton and Malone are in perfect harmony!"

"One block! One release! Two simple movements were used by the two elders of Utah to perfection, turning decay into magic!"

"Blocked it! The Lakers didn't lose their position! Big Ben and Bowen have a perfect understanding! The two of them exchanged and communicated in an instant to complete the defensive position! Stockton was a little surprised that Bowen appeared in front of him again after the pick-and-roll!"

Damn it! Are these two guys so good at moving laterally and breaking pick-and-rolls? Stockton was indeed a little surprised. Even the Bulls' Harper and Rodman struggled to defend their own pick-and-rolls. It was almost impossible to defend without losing their position without switching defenses. At least in this round On defense, the Lakers did it!

never mind! Anyway, natural dislocation, then singles!

Stockton decided to single Bowen!

Quick cross step! Press the center of gravity! Break right!

The moment Stockton made a breakthrough, he sank his shoulders, clenched his left hand into a fist, and swung covertly at Bowen's weak point—the egg.

"Rookie, feel the cruelty of the NBA." Stockton can be described as a model with a white face and a black heart. Without these little tricks, in terms of his physical fitness, he could not become a star of this level. His hand movements, whether in offense or defense, are very numerous. Some are similar to the 58 guns of later generations. He is limited in height. If he wants to survive, he must start a little darker. A common trick.

Bowen didn't show his face. Before the game, Kobe had reminded Stockton what he would do. He pushed Stockton's fist away with his hand, and then slid sideways to block Stockton's progress.

With precautions, Bowen's insidious cunning, of course, can prevent Stockton's small moves. And Stockton has no way to get rid of Bowen with speed and ball control alone.

This is a bit embarrassing! Stockton changed directions continuously, but Bowen seemed to have opened his eyes and accurately predicted every attack route of Stockton.

Stuck! 24 seconds are fleeting!

"Damn it! Make a move! Forget the shot!" Stockton was going to throw the pot, oh no, it was the ball to Malone, but Big Ben was already prepared and stepped forward to block Malone's receiving route . The crowded restricted area is not only uncomfortable for O'Neal, but also for Karl Malone!

Stockton raised his left hand, put his elbow on Bowen's waist, and used the momentum to exert strength!

"Hiss!" Bowen gasped, whether to avoid this elbow or not? Avoid, then Stockton will have plenty of shooting space. As a white point guard, Stockton's shooting is very trustworthy.

If you don't avoid it, then this elbow towards the waist may make Bowen urinate blood the next day!

The wretched Bowen still chose to avoid his sharp edge and took a step back.

"Ha! A rookie is a rookie!" Seeing this, Stockton sneered inwardly, then jumped up and threw the ball!

Bowen rushed towards Stockton with a look of panic, raised his hand but did not take off, his defense did not interfere with Stockton at all.

"Young!" Stockton complained, but when he fell, he found that the soles of his feet were not the floor!

"No way? Could it be?" Kobe's eyes widened.

"Shua!" The ball was scored, and all the players who turned around to grab the rebound returned without success.

"Ah!" Stockton hugged his ankle and fell to the ground, rolling over and over again, crying out in pain.

And Bowen looked innocent!

He stared blankly at the referee, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Referee Bill Kennedy was also a little confused.

He has seen Stockton's small moves, but after all, he is a veteran star who bullies rookies, so he still has to give him some face.

But how bullied and bullied, Stockton was lying on the ground?

Everyone in the audience was puzzled, only Kobe looked at Bowen's foot.

The black foot that has ruined countless talented stars.