Basketball Crunchy Shark

Chapter 321 Artest Cliff Was Deliberate
Carlisle gritted his teeth, and told the referee that it was a mistake in the defense between the players. Old Brown really felt that his vocabulary was lacking. If he wanted to speak Chinese and watch TV, he should point at Carlisle and scold him, "Old Brown has never seen such a brazen person in his life." '

Now I don't care about it, whether Carlisle fights back or scolds, whatever you old Brown likes to say, as long as the referee doesn't call the penalty, you see I ignore you and it's over.

The referee didn't expect that after sending Tianzun off the court, Artest could still make such a mess. Can't you take a rest? Rasheed Wallace is gone, and the Pacers still have hope, but at this time, he wants to send Artest away, so the Pacers still have hope.

Xiao Ao's physical strength is difficult to support now, Miller is really old and can't move, today he is on the court with all his strength, although no one expects Artest to take any responsibility, but he is indeed the last hope of the Pacers today.

Max was diagnosed with a concussion and a coma by the team doctor, and he needed to be sent to the hospital. He might not be able to attend the next game. The Pistons were completely shattered. Billups stared at Artest and pulled Ben. If it wasn't for the game, he would have been the first to beat Artest, but he can't do it now.
Billups can force himself to calm down, but the rest of the Pistons can't. Since the formation of their Bad Boys 2.0, they haven't suffered such a big loss.

Big Ben's ferocious, irritable eyes that were about to lose his composure were fixed on Xiao Ao, and there were many people who started a group to beat Artest. He Ben Wallace, as the boss of the Detroit gang, must give him the most powerful enemy!
The Pacers don’t take it seriously, it’s true that they don’t take it seriously, but their ass determines their thinking, and they are not stupid. Artest is going to be sent off, and they have no good fruit to eat, and they have been beaten.

Seeing that the players on both sides are getting more and more excited, and the security guards are a little bit overwhelmed, well, the salary of the security guards is really not easy, and they are also afraid. This group of 2-meter-plus muscular men are going to fight in groups, and everyone is scared when they look at it.

"Stop arguing!" At this moment, Lin Sa yelled, stopping the upcoming gang fight!

Gritting his teeth, Lin Sa glared at Artest: "The game is not over yet, let's continue."

Help…….

This is the heartfelt voice of the referee, he is about to cry, Lin Sa is like this, but if he is not really stupid, he knows that something will happen, he will never let Artest go.

Whether or not Artest should be punished now has become a problem. After the fine, the Pacers are basically finished. They not only have to play the rest of the game, but also face this group of Detroit villains who have almost lost their minds.

The Detroit Pistons and Indiana Pacers are simply the Shura field of their referee union.

In the end, the referee was still not determined to send off Artest, but gave Max's goal an effective free throw.

The referee's penalty made countless fans boo at the scene. Even if Artest was their player, he would still boo at this time, but the referee endured it!
Lin Sa put his arms around Big Ben and went to talk with Billups. He didn't take Old Brown with him. In fact, Old Brown was the most flustered. He knew his student, and even though he was usually snarky, it was just playing with his teeth. It belonged to leisure activities.

The Pistons left, and the Pacers also returned to the locker room to rest. Without outsiders, Carlisle was angry at that time: "Ron, are you crazy? What time is it now, and you still make such a mess!"

Carlisle believed that Artest's elbow to Max was definitely revenge for the slap by Lin Sa just now.

Unexpectedly, Artest was very calm: "Coach, I did have times when I was not calm, but I didn't mess up today, I'm always sober."

"You are so sober, uncle, you are sober and made the situation like this? Have you ever thought about it, you were sent off, what will you do in the game!?"

Artest shrugged: "Probably not, I'm very careful, and my acting skills are very professional. Most importantly," Artest said, his expression became serious: "Coach Carlisle, if we continue to fight like this, the chances of winning are actually not high. Jerhyne, Reggie, I, and I are all tired. The Pistons have more physical strength than us. If I continue to be entangled by that kid, we will not be able to restrain Lin Sa. If I cannot restrain him, we will not be able to win."

(I will not be able to avenge him for slapping me)

Facing Artest's heresy, Carlisle found that the bastard was talking nonsense more and more, and he almost took it seriously. Although it seemed to be true, it was just nonsense.

Just before Carlisle was about to faint, the assistant referee came to call to resume the game.

When the game resumed, Lin Sa executed the free throw left by Max and made a very accurate hollow hit. Carlisle also took advantage of this time to remove Artest. He didn't know Lin Sa, but he knew Big Ben and Billups.

Under Carlisle's laissez-faire and Big Ben's leadership back then, the Pistons were more like a group of brothers of colored social organizations. At this time, Artest was put on the court, and it was not surprising that anything happened. The Spurs' Bowen is not far away.

Max was elbowed by Artest, and Carlisle knew that Artest was a cliffhanger on purpose, but he had no choice but to defend it.

Putting Artest aside for now, the most important thing is to stabilize the mood and order of the court. This is not the regular season but the Eastern Conference finals of the playoffs. There must be no chaos, or the referee or the two head coaches will never be able to go around.

Carlisle can't handle this pot alone, so he can only let everyone carry it together.

Lin Sa made a free throw, and Miller threw the ball out of bounds, which ended the third quarter early. Everyone continued to enter the intermission, and Carlisle immediately contacted Brown and the referee.

The head referee was about to lose all his hair. He and Carlisle were sitting in the temporary office waiting for Old Brown. The two old guys were worried that Old Brown wouldn't come.

Fortunately, Old Brown is not stupid, and he can't afford to take the blame, so he came.

When the three old guys met, they were all old foxes who had lived in the same village for so long. They didn't have time to talk about unhealthy things, so they started to discuss solutions directly.

And at this time, Carlisle's posture was very low. Artest was his player. After doing this, as the head coach of the Pacers, he can lean his butt, but he must have a good attitude.

(End of this chapter)