basketball never sleeps

Chapter 32 Sorry, Carl, I Can't Help It

The basketball that hit from high altitude hit Malone's shiny forehead straight, and Kobe, who was standing close to him, could even see Malone's deformed scalp and splashing sweat.

Boom——

After a muffled sound, the one-pound basketball spun and flew to the height of the three-story building.

But no one cared about basketball anymore.

The referee opened his mouth wide, and the whistle slipped from his mouth; Stern in front of the TV shook his hand and knocked over the coffee cup on the table; the noisy audience on the sidelines seemed to have the mute button pressed, just waiting Looking at the scene on the field with big eyes excitedly.

After all, Malone is a tough guy, he just staggered two steps after being bored by the ball, and didn't fall directly to the ground.

When the stars in front of the dizzy Malone dissipated, he saw Mo Wen who was blocked and pushed by the Lakers players.

"Old man, tomato, give me a face."

"It's your skill to play tricks when you're playing. You have to give me a free throw when labor and management take a free throw. It's true that your father has no temper, right?"

"Aren't you good at fighting? Come on, I'll give you a chance to stand up and fight labor and management like a man."

Mo Wen himself was not very excited, he just put on the posture of a big gangster, and made an appointment with Ma Long who was standing not far away.

In the case of not being a dungeon, Mo Wen originally thought about holding back for a while, and then elbowed back later, but the more he took a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Why should labor and capital get used to this old man?

Ma Long dared to play like this during non-game time, and everyone who was bullied by him and did not fight back was responsible.

It's not that the Lakers players didn't notice the black elbow that Malone gave Mo Wen just now, but no one thought that this kid would be so stupid.

This is Ma Long. That big elbow is thicker than the thighs of many defenders. This is because he ordered a few dishes and drank so much.

Ma Long, who is used to being domineering, also has a violent temper. He raised his fist and was about to rush over, but was hugged by Payton, who had quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Don't stop me, Gary (Payton) I'm going to fuck that brat."

This goal is definitely the biggest insult Malone has received in his career.

He was hit in the head with a ball by a rookie, and he still made an appointment to fight. If he doesn't get it back, what face will he have to play on the court in the future.

Fortunately, O'Neill, who was large enough tonnage, stopped in time and slowed down Malone's pace with a weight of 300 kilograms.

The Pistons players were also blocking Mo Wen. Although it seemed that they were not working hard, the scene seemed to be under control.

The referee, who puts the whistle back to his mouth, also begins to control the situation on the field.

Didn't fight, it's just a small problem, okay... okay...

But who would have imagined that the players blocking on both sides had the intention of letting go, and Mo Wen could even feel someone pushing him.

You can't really pull a fight on the court, because if you hold your teammate, your teammate can only be a target if the opposite side rushes over.

After all, the players on both sides are very confident in their villains. One is invincible in the world, and the other is unscathed in one-on-four. Who is afraid of the other.

The space opened up by the people on both sides just now has become an excellent arena for Mo Wen and Ma Long.

Seeing the two rushing together again, Barkley in the studio also changed from a basketball commentary to a fighting commentary.

"The players on both sides failed to hold back, Mo and Ma Long got rid of their teammates, and the two were finally going to fight!"

"Wow, Ma Long swung two punches first, but the nimble Mo dodged both of them."

"The two of you are in close quarters. It's broken. This kid Mo can't fight Ma Long in close quarters. I can't beat Ma Long at this distance... Wait, what, Ma Long was knocked down by Mo Yi's elbow?!"

"Mo directly rode on Ma Long, and he actually put a big truck under him. What did I see? The number one villain in the NBA was beaten by a rookie."

"Hahaha, well done, Mo, give this bastard two more punches for me!"

Barkley was so excited off the court that he wanted to take off his clothes and beat Malone with Mo Wen. In the 99 playoffs, Malone elbowed Barkley, which directly caused Barkley to be reimbursed for the season, and elbowed Barkley's last hope for the championship.

"Ahem, pay attention to Charles, we are still broadcasting live."

Oniel, dumbfounded, pulled Buckley back to his seat.

The players on the field were stunned for a moment, this scene was really shocking.

Elbow’s Isaiah got stitches on his head, Elbow’s “Admiral” Robinson fell unconscious, Elbow’s Marshall had a broken rib, Elbow’s Barkley’s muscle was torn, and Elbow’s Nash’s front teeth were broken by Malone. The Asian rookie rides on him and hits him.

Mo Wen and Ye Wen performed a set of Wing Chun to Ma Long's pectoralis major.

It's not that Ma Long didn't want to resist, but every time he moved, Mo Wen hit his joints and tendons first, making him unable to exert strength at all.

The referee blew his whistle, and hurried forward to follow the Lakers and Pistons to pull Mo Wen off Malone.

"With this little ability, old miscellaneous hair, you should retire quickly."

Mo Wen spat at Ma Long who was holding his head.

"You kid is enough, where do you think this is? This is the home court of the Lakers!"

Although O'Neill felt a little dark watching Mo Wen beat Malone (he didn't miss Malone's elbow), but as a current teammate and the boss of the team, he must also stand up.

The Pistons players also felt that it was almost done, and began to pull Mo Wen back with all their strength.

Undoubtedly, Mo Wen was directly expelled from the field, and returned to the locker room under the escort of his teammates and the boos of the fans.

After being checked by the team doctor, Ma Long was also assisted to leave the field.

The on-site broadcaster is also a master of whole work. He keenly captured the smiles of O'Neill, Kobe and Zen Master because of the flash.

Sorry Carl, I just couldn't help it.

When the surrounding cameras crossed the auditorium, many Lakers fans did not show the anger that their players should have after being beaten, but clapped their hands and applauded.

After all, Malone, who only played less than 30 games for Los Angeles, has not made much contribution to the Lakers, and he has not been recognized by Los Angeles fans. In order to compete for the championship, the guy who took the initiative to hug his legs.

Back in the locker room, Ma Long's face was ashen, and the physical pain was secondary. He knew that the reputation he had fought for half his life was all over after this battle.

He could think of the group of media and the ridicule of his former enemies-what a tough guy, a macho, a strong man, but a "wretch" who was beaten by a 20-year-old Asian young man.

He really wanted to go around to the away lounge to fight Mo Wen again, but he was not sure about that kid's ruthless and decisive skills.

Apart from waving his fist at the beginning, Ma Long never touched Mo Wen.

"That kid is very professional. He only picks your fleshy place to beat you. He punched so hard that I wondered if he would break his hand." Lakers team doctor Fili helped Malone deal with it. The wound side was amazed.

"Philly, do you think you're funny?"

The Zen master was still worried about whether Malone had been injured, and Larry Brown was cursing Mo Wen nonsense.

Because it was just a conflict between Ma Long and Mo Wen, the order of the game was quickly restored after the two left the field.

But not many people care about the game on the field anymore. Whether it is the fans at the scene, the commentary in the studio, or the audience in front of the TV, they all just want to watch the replay of this "war".

They are tired of watching basketball, and WWE's scripted wrestling games are not exciting at all.

It has to be this kind of real conflict, a real fist-to-flesh man fight, strong, exciting, and authentic!
The director knows how to replay. He took a long timeout and started to defend. From Mo Wen making a free throw, to Malone elbowing Mo Wen, and then Mo Wen smashing the ball, the two confronted each other head-on, and directly put the context of the matter into perspective. on the screen.

"Ma Long is still as dirty as before. It's a pity that he met a Chinese who knows kung fu this time."

"Is that Asian or Chinese? He's so cool. A guy as big as Ma Long was knocked down by him in one fell swoop."

"It feels like watching a kung fu movie, where the little guy beats the big guy."

"Am I the only one who thinks that the Chinese is not a good man?—He actually let Karl go to the end!"

The Los Angeles fans who talk about the background of the wealthy family every day can't do anything to cheer for the criminals. When the matter is on the table, not many people feel sorry for Malone.

After Larry Brown figured it out, he couldn't even accuse Mo Wen of anything.

The environment in the Ugly Country is like this. No one will recognize a coward who dare not fight back after being offended. If he dares to criticize, he will be accused of being a soft coach later.

Of course, what should be sprayed will have to be sprayed later. If Mo Wen is suspended, the Pistons will have to rely on three people to play at the second and third positions.

The game was eventually won by the more tenacious Pistons, and Mo Wen's score was fixed at 17 points.

"What a wonderful battle." Barkley looked after the game after the game.

"Maybe, it's a good adjustment for the fans, but the old man in Manhattan is going to have a headache."

Kenny Smith showed a playful smile and looked at Barkley.

"So Charles, I think we can move on to the next part too?"

"What link, did the director team add any new programs?" Buckley asked pretending to be silly.

"No, no, no, do I need to remind you, Sir Ba, the bet we made before... the great Sir Ba will not renege on his debt?"

"Oh, of course Sir Ba will not renege on his debts, not to mention that I'm in a good mood today. In fact, I'd be happy to show off my great butt in front of everyone—as long as the show crew doesn't deduct money from me."

As he said that, Barkley put on an unscrupulous look and got up to untie his belt.

"If you dare, I will punish you for crying Buckley!" The program director in the monitoring room quickly stopped Buckley through the headset to show the audience his idea of ​​the biggest butt in history up close.

"There's nothing you can do about it. It looks like you'll have to wait for me to wear underwear that day before fulfilling your bet." Barkley spread his hands proudly at Kenny.

"Everyone in America knows that Jazz doesn't like to wear underwear. It's not that I want to break the appointment, it's because my living habits don't allow it. Of course, if you want to enjoy it alone, I don't mind fulfilling the bet in private."

"Okay, I hired a donkey last time, and this time I don't mind asking a comrade to do it for me." Kenny Smith snorted coldly.

"Kenny, you're the most vicious black man I've ever seen!"

(End of this chapter)