basketball never sleeps

Chapter 47 No, I Won
Spit and shouting go hand in hand, threats and swearing go hand in hand.

Facing the blowing of Larry Brown's "hair dryer", Mo Wen pulled up the jersey. He originally thought that the jersey for this game could be given to Schwarzenegger...his daughter, but now it seems that it is still Throw it to Human and sell it to make a star card.

Hamilton and Billups intentionally blocked Mo Wen's two arms with their arms. They were really afraid that Mo Wen would get angry but stepped forward and locked the old man's neck.

But Mo Wen was not particularly angry, and even licked his ears.

Just like a scientist ridiculed by Minke, not refuting is not because the scientist is really wrong, but because it is unnecessary.

At most three games, it should be the old man's last words.

"yawn·····"

Larry Brown, who had finished outputting a wave, tugged at his tie, cleared his throat, and wanted to make another fuss, but Mo Wen yawned and broke his defense.

"You'd better listen to what I just said, or..."

"How about otherwise?"

Feeling his jersey being grabbed, Mo Wen lost the peace he had just now, narrowed his eyes and replied in a bad tone.

"Otherwise you won't even think about playing next season, kid!"

Seeing the malice in Mo Wen's eyes, Larry Brown suddenly lost his nerve, loosened his jersey, pushed Mo Wen, and said sternly.

"Humph!"

Mo Wen snorted disdainfully, took off his jersey, turned around and returned to the court.

Larry Brown's complexion suddenly became ugly. Mo Wen's action was slapping him in the face nakedly. Mo Wen was just a disobedient kid before, but now he has grown into an out-and-out thorn.

However, the current situation does not allow him to hide Mo Wen like he did in the regular season. Even in this game, he cannot replace Mo Wen. Due to Prince's physical problems, he can only use Mo Wen now.

Letting Collis, who averaged less than 5 minutes per game before, is basically giving up the game.

"Don't play your tactics just now, play steadily as usual, break into the inside and score! That bastard's three-pointers can't be accurate all the time, do you hear me?"

Suppressing his anger, Larry Brown tapped on the tactical board and said to Billups in front of him.

Billups glanced at Mo Wen from the corner of his eye, sighed secretly, and nodded to Larry Brown.

Mo Wen is still young and has the capital to be willful, but he is dying.

"It seems that you have decided."

Hamilton, who returned to the court, asked in a low voice behind Mo Wen.

Mo Wen turned around and punched Hamilton's shoulder with his fist, smiled lightly and shook his head.

"You and I are brothers, but that old man, heh."

"Speaking of which, I can't do it if I don't leave. If I don't leave, who knows, I'll start the three of you next season. At that time, you will definitely work together to bully me. I will beat all three of you alone. One...you all hurt the Pistons and nobody plays anymore."

"Get out of here, you dog!"

The sadness that Hamilton had just shown disappeared immediately, and he slapped Mo Wen on the back with a slap.

Off the court, Larry Brown, who returned to his seat, felt as if he had eaten crumbs. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, that that bastard Oriental dared to talk to him.

Anti-spicy!Anti-spicy!
As the Pistons championship is expected, Larry Brown is receiving more and more praises. He was a bit of a drifter at first, but he didn't expect that someone on the team would dare to disobey him openly.

"Joe (Dumas), after the game is over, I think it's time for us to discuss the issue of offseason trade and signings."

Dumas, who noticed the small friction just now, frowned and did not respond.

He guessed Larry Brown's thoughts, but to be honest, he really didn't want to be unknown, strong, low wages, and the added commercial value of the Chinese market, such a player would be lucky to meet one; Besides, after the Pistons renew Rasheed's contract during the offseason, they will definitely have a chance to compete for the championship next season. The championship team trades away capable players. This is not something that normal people can do.

But Larry Brown rarely takes the initiative to ease the players who have conflicts with him. For a player like Mo Wen, if the Pistons don't trade him away, this old guy may really hide him for a season.

Dumars didn't express his refusal either, but said that we'll talk about it later, in case Larry Brown's contacts can play a role again.

The game started again, with 108 seconds remaining on the court, the two teams still maintained a 4-point difference, and many restless Lakers fans stood up from their seats.

The Lakers players opened their offensive posture solemnly on the court, and Kobe singled out Mo Wen on the weak side holding the ball for time.

Mo Wen started to put pressure on, while planning to retreat. Although Kobe played almost the entire game, his physical strength is second only to that of Hamilton. Mo Wen will not take a big breath every now and then because of this guy. Just let your guard down on him.

After a feint with a blown ball, Kobe pulled out the space and used his shoulder to block, crushed Mo Wen and rushed to the inside.

Kobe, who was a little staggered and was disturbed by Mo Wen in the middle of the burst, simply stopped and dribbled the ball behind his back, swaying half of Mo Wen's body, and then rushed to the inside with all his strength, and finally got caught in the pincer between Da Ben and Mo Wen Dangerously sent the ball into the basket with a big tie rod.

The Lakers fans on the sidelines were all cheering for Kobe Bryant's "fairy ball", but the Lakers players did not feel relaxed at all, and the next step was their real test.

Zen Master is not a contingency coach, so he didn't think of a good way to defend the Pistons' tactic just now off the court. He could only remind the Lakers players to speed up the conversion rate of help defense-as long as they run fast enough, there is nothing they can't defend.

If you don't have enough physical strength, you can still work hard. The annual salary of the team supporters is tens of millions, and the Day of the Dead is today!
But what everyone in the Lakers didn't expect was that the Pistons stopped playing just now!
Hamilton started his "Brownian Movement" again, and Mo Wen returned to Prince's tactical position and began to stand on the custom-made pile.

The Lakers, who thought the Pistons were going to do some tricks, didn't expect Billups' singles to be ushered in.

Payton, who was passed by Billups in two steps, was impatient, and raised his hand to pat Billups' shooting guard.

The basketball bounced into the hoop and the referee blew his whistle.

"And one! (Goal plus penalty)"

Payton lowered his head and waved his fist unwillingly. He felt that he might become the Lakers' main war criminal in this game because of this foul.

Amidst the boos of the Lakers fans, Billups made the free throw steadily.

With 75 seconds left, the difference between the two teams is only 3 points, and everything is still in suspense.

In the next 50 seconds, the two teams tried their best to grind their defense, and did not let the other side score another goal.The exhaustion of physical strength and mental pressure made everyone feel suffocated.

There are 26 seconds left in the game. The Lakers have the ball. They will win if they score another goal. Just control the ball firmly and they will win. Victory is in sight.

After suppressing the whole game, the Lakers fans are ready to celebrate the victory.

"You're tired, Kobe."

In the confrontation, Kobe no longer had the advantage as before.

"Maybe, but it's enough to bury you!"

Kobe played sideways to protect the ball, not in a hurry to attack, and Payton and Malone next to him were always ready to respond to him.

Catherine on the sidelines clenched her fists, not knowing who she was nervous about.

Larry Brown and Zen Master looked at each other, as if they were engaged in some kind of ideological duel, but this was no longer their time.

Everything on the court seemed to freeze, except for the jumping basketball in Kobe's hands and the numbers on the timer.

"It's over, Detroit bugs, the Lakers win this game!"

The roar of the Lakers fans on the sidelines broke this balance.

With 6 seconds left in the offensive round and only 8 seconds left before the end of the game, Kobe moved, and Billups, who had been dormant beside him for a long time, also double-teamed in an instant.

From the perspective in front of the TV, passing the ball to Payton may be a more stable option at this time, but Kobe, the iron slave, feels that he is the more stable one. Turned around and broke through, and rushed towards the inside line of the Pistons.

But what awaited him was the pockets laid by the five Pistons.

Facing the hands stretched out from all directions, Kobe gritted his teeth to protect the basketball, swung his elbow in a circle, jumped up against Billups, and smashed the ball to the open O'Neal.

The pass was a bit off, but O'Neal took a step sideways and managed to get it.

Before he could catch his breath, Billups passed through the wall of Big Ben and Rasheed, and flew over to get a slap.The sweat on O'Neal's hand gave the basketball a chance to escape.

Billups, who almost lost his balance, ignored his image and yelled—"RUN!"

2 seconds to the end of the game

The players of the two teams chased the basketball flying towards the Lakers half court like crazy.

Hamilton took out his family's sprint skills and grabbed the basketball before Kobe and Devin George, but the pursuers behind him forced him to run to the bottom corner, and he needed a little distance to turn and shoot.

"RIP!"

Mo Wen yelled from beyond the three-point line on the other side.

And Hamilton, who heard the sound, gritted his teeth and struggled away from Kobe's arm that was almost hugging him, and sent the ball out before the last second.

Seeing Mo Wen catch the ball, Payton wished he could grow two more legs. He was already unable to defend against him, so he could only pray that the time would pass faster.

Squat slightly to catch the ball, jump up and shoot.

Mo Wen's three-pointer is not very accurate, but his mentality is stable enough.

bang - swish -

The red light whistles and the board hits.

Mo Wen, who landed, turned around with his hips on his hips, tilted his head slightly in the direction of the fans who were yelling at the fans just now, and put his index finger to his mouth—shh!

The night is still long, don't worry.

The camera was shot on Mo Wen, and the only people on the sidelines who could stay awake were the photographers frantically pressing the shutter, while the Chinese reporters, who could hold the camera firmly, were only a few who didn't know how to play. His hands are shaking.

It's a pity that Mo Wen's β was ruined by his teammates who surrounded him before he finished installing it.

"I love you so much, Mo!"

"I knew you could do it! Fuck, Fuck, what the hell, I knew you could do it!"

"For the three points, you need a treat, bastard!"

Feeling the wailing hair, Mo Wen originally wanted to give these bastards a few elbows, but now his whole body feels numb, and he can't exert his strength at all.

After playing so many dungeons, it was the first time he did such a thing as a tie in the finals!

This feeling, let alone, is not bad.

Although the Lakers players are unwilling, they are not desperate, it's just overtime, and no one has played yet.

However, I am really unwilling!
"Did you put butter on your hands?!"

Kobe tilted his head and sprayed at O'Neal.

"You also have the face to say that your pass is like shit. If you had given this ball to Payton earlier, I would have dragged the Pistons' rim down!"

O'Neill also shot back mercilessly.

"Stop arguing! Let's talk about it after winning something."

Ma Long didn't bother to be a peacemaker anymore, and now he was annoyed, and Mo Wen's absolute balance made him seem to see the leader Qiao from that year again.

Dead memories are attacking him again, damn it!
Prince, who was on the bench for the Pistons, wanted to join Mo Wen to celebrate. The victory of the Pistons made him feel no jealousy at all.

But Larry Brown held him back.

"Have you had enough rest, Prince?"

"Ah...what...ah...uh...." Prince hesitated, he realized something, but he didn't think he could perform better than the current Mo Wen, so he didn't make it clear Answer ti Larry Brown.

But Larry Brown did not wait for Prince's reply, but made a decision directly. In his basketball philosophy, Prince is better than Mo Wen. If there is no conflict just now, Larry Brown may have to switch People hesitated for a while, but after going through the "little incident" just now, Larry Brown's attitude became much firmer.

Without you Oriental guy, I can win with pistons!
"It's almost time for you to rest. You can go up to replace Mo in overtime and help me defend Kobe."

"I...I think..." Prince, who had regained his composure, wanted to refuse. Didn't this make him play and put him on the fire?

"obedient!"

Larry Brown said with an unquestionable tone.

"·····Ok."

Prince looked down, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Dumars was stunned, and poked a few assistant coaches around him, telling them to go up and persuade Larry Brown.

What do you mean, the hero of the lore was replaced after 1 minute of overtime?
Overtime comes with three timeouts. Mo Wen really didn't perform well and you can replace him, but he played well in the fourth quarter and scored a tie......
"Prince's defense is better. If Richard (Hamilton) hadn't been sent off for a full foul last time, I would definitely not let Mo play."

Larry Brown pulled his face and explained to his assistant team and Dumars.

Dumars and a few assistant coaches wanted to persuade them again, but Larry Brown's stubbornness made their spittle useless, but it was not completely useless, at least it stained Larry Brown's suit.

When Larry Brown said his decision to make a substitution, the entire team fell into a weird atmosphere.

Mo Wen was only slightly taken aback, and then sat back on the substitute's bench with a light smile.

He was also worried that Xia Tian would not be able to leave. If he wanted to do something, Larry Brown gave him a "reassurance".

Seeing Mo Wen hit the game-winning shot, many general managers of the team who were lying on the ground sat up, and when they saw that Mo Wen didn't play in overtime, those general managers stood up immediately.

Finally, when I saw that there was no team management or coaching staff around Mo Wen to comfort me, Pat Riley of the Heat, Rich Sander of Seattle, and Colangelo of the Suns couldn't help laughing stand up.

If Dumars can't do this, it's Larry Brown.

The Pistons are a clear card!

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't play, the Zen master wiped his eyes specially. It's really changed to Prince!

Wonderful!

He showed the same smile as the Lakers players on the court.

Stern nodded in satisfaction, and he had to be a reasonable old man. The NBA can't just fight and kill, but also has to be humane.If the Lakers win the game, how can they play one more game in the finals and earn more ratings for one game.

"Are you having a conflict with your coach?"

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't play, Schwarzenegger turned his head and asked Mo Wen.

"This is the privacy of the team, Mr. Governor."

Mo Wen didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either.

"Aha, it seems that you have a chance to come to California to play in the summer." Schwarzenegger said with a smile.

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. Heuman had talked with him, and California might leave him with the Clippers after the trade.

But Mo Wen didn't want to play for the Clippers. Their current boss, Sterling, had a bad reputation in the future, and the Clippers' general manager Baylor didn't pick the right pick in the draft. Except for one ball The team position is nothing outside of Los Angeles.

"If I···"

"STOP!! If you come to California to play, I will invite you to our house for dinner."

Schwarzenegger hurriedly interrupted Mo Wen's dangerous thoughts, but he didn't say anything dead.

"Well, why don't you treat me to dinner after our Pistons won the championship. I remember you made a similar bet with the Governor of Michigan, didn't you?"

Mo Wen shook his head. The fact that he became a California player is purely a painting, so it's better to have something real.

"Oh, don't be too happy, boy, no one knows what the ending of the movie will be until the last moment." Schwarzenegger said with a cold snort. "What if the Lakers win?"

"Then I'll treat Catherine to dinner."

"Hmph, kid, you should be glad Staples Center doesn't allow guns!"

Schwarzenegger hooked Mo Wen's neck and said viciously.

······
The timer numbers on the court were reset to zero, and the Pistons players left the court dejectedly.

Kobe was 4 for 2, O'Neal was 3 for 3, the Lakers are not the Nets lacking a superstar attack, OK took over the entire overtime game, and a wave of 12:4 ended the game.

除了比卢普斯3投1中，汉密尔顿4投1中，拉希德2中0。

Larry Brown called all three overtime timeouts to no avail.

Before the game ended, Schwarzenegger handed ten pieces of paper with his signature to Mo Wen, and raised his head happily.

"We still win, lad."

"Oh, then do you think I lost?" Mo Wen said indifferently.

"Of course you...well, you didn't lose." Schwarzenegger smiled and shook his head, thinking that Mo Wen was being stubborn.

But Mo Wen showed Schwarzenegger a note with a mailbox on it.

"No, I won, Mr. Governor!"

Looking at the familiar mailbox, Schwarzenegger suddenly turned his head, only to find that his daughter, who was still next to him just now, made a detour to chat with Stallone's daughter on the table behind him at some point.

　The release date has been set. On the 21st, 5-6K will be updated every day, and at least 30K will be updated when it is released. Today’s situation is special and the update will resume. The normal 7:22/30:23 update will resume from the 30th.
　　
　
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