This point guard is great

Chapter 242 The Center Needs Blood Rage

A long life of whistleblowing, Mr. the referee who has been protested for some strange reason has experienced it, and he thinks he has seen a big storm, but it is the first time he has seen it today because his opponent protested because of his innocence.

"Mr. Referee, I just want to say that Zac's ball just now should be an accident. He is far away from me, and I have some small skills in layup movements, so Zac may not have a good judgment. At least, I don't think he is malicious, that's it."

With his tattered explanation, Mahon was helped off the court by Sprewell for the second time.

This time, Sprewell didn't dare to talk nonsense. The attention of the reporters and the audience was too high. Moreover, when Ma Hong walked off the court this time, the applause of the fans was much more terrifying than his shocking three-pointer and the return of the injured. Those who know the knowledge should know that this wave of Ma Hong's three-point operation has added legend to his three-pointer.

Back in the locker room, the team doctor simply stitched up Mahon's wound without anesthesia, and then there were only Sprewell and Mahon who had an excuse not to play.

It's just that Ma Hong is really not going to go back to the game now, and Sprewell is not going back.

Now the Blazers don’t take it seriously. The referee didn’t call Sprewell a technical foul just to save everyone’s face. If this guy dares to play, he must be breathing. When the Knicks had a dispute with the Blazers just now, he not only entered the field illegally, but also made physical contact.

In fact, if it wasn't for Tianzun's calmness, and Sprewell didn't make a move when he held his head against his head, it would be doubtful whether the madman or Mahon was more seriously injured.

"Where is your nerve wrong, boy, that fat man has been looking for opportunities to lay hands on you, and you have been hiding. Don't tell me that you are a masochist and want to be whipped. If you really have special hobbies, I can introduce you to a club with professional skills and high quality and low price."

So... where did your club channel come from?

Ma Hong really wanted to ask, but considering that there were only him and Sprewell here, he changed his words for personal safety: "Your hobbies are really wide, ahem, I mean we have already won, Randolph and Rasheed Wallace are both 4 fouls, now it's time for 5 fouls, there is no way they can block Dayao in the next game, but, I want to see if our other No. [-] pick will bear fruit."

another?
The madman sneered: "Don't make trouble with Lima. If you want to talk about Yao, he might still have a chance, but if you want to talk about Kwame Brown's trash, I can only say that you have practiced too much and your brain is out of order."

Holding his shoulders and throwing the useless towel off his head, Ma Hong said with a smile: "I have always been confident in my vision, just like I always believe that you are no worse than Kobe and Tracy McGrady."

The madman didn't speak, and the locker room fell into silence. Sprewell has always hated being compared or discussed with the four major shooting guards. If it wasn't for Mahon, whoever said this would have to be warned with an iron fist. Whether he is a reporter or a coach?
The third quarter of the game also ended quickly on the field. Randolph, Madman, and Tianzun each mentioned a foul. The game was still played normally, but this time, the atmosphere on the court was very silent and depressing. The Blazers did not have the joy of finally taking revenge.

Sprewell read out his lines very cooperatively: "The doctor said that concussion may not be ruled out. He was a little dizzy. However, he refused to take the ambulance, so he could only lie down. Don't worry, he shouldn't die."

Sprewell didn't take Mahon's 'injury' seriously, making Dayao glaring at him.

Yao responded with a middle finger, an internationally accepted gesture. He admired Ma Hong, but Sprewell was really worried about Dayao. In his eyes, Randolph’s fat man was better than Yao. The NBA is a den of wolves, and it cannot accommodate pet dogs, no matter how big they are.

The atmosphere in the locker room was tense, but Don Cheney was secretly delighted. At this time, he also took the initiative to bear more pressure. The focus was on persuasion.

There was chaos everywhere, except for Kwame Brown, who was sitting in a corner in a mess, and he could easily see Mahon with the towel covering his face.

He should be very unwilling, Ma Hong likes to enjoy the voice of the audience after the game.

"Absolutely no one can flank you."

This is the boast that Kwame Brown promised Mahon, but he didn't do it, not at all.

Covering his face with a towel for wiping sweat, Kwame Brown was twitching excitedly in the corner. He couldn't understand how things could be like this. That damn fat man, Randolph, didn't he know that Mahon had already taken off and couldn't make a layup?

Damn it, damn it, that fat man is playing hard!

What the hell am I doing! ?

Amid Kwame Brown's self-doubt, Sprewell came over, although he was very resistant to his next job, but... what he promised Mahon must be done.

"Hey, big trash, Mahon asked me to give it to you."

Before playing, Sprewell gave Kwame Brown a note and announced that he would not play in the fourth quarter, so the members of the Knicks in the fourth quarter were Tyronn Lue, Hamilton, Charlie Ward, Kwame Brown and Dayao.

Yes, here in Madman, there is no reason for refusing to appear.

Kwame Brown’s note reads: “Believe in yourself, believe in you, there’s not much tenderness left in an inside confrontation. If you have someone to protect, learn from the shield soldiers in front of the ancient knights. They hold shields, but they have the most violent killing intent in the entire army, because behind them are cavalry who only have the ability to charge and lack self-protection. Without the determination to kill the opponent before the defense is defeated, you cannot become a first-class center forward. I always believe that your number one pick is well deserved.”

It was full of small notes, but Ma Hong was afraid that Kwame Brown would not be able to understand it, so he was not excited to read it.

The talent of Kwame Brown can be compared with those top monsters in history, but the huge talent is like an ocean, and the way of output is a thin water pipe. If you don’t want to find a way to expand it, just rely on the current Kwame Brown to reach the finals. When you meet a shark and Duncan, you will be dumbfounded, or even a decoration!

This is not what Mahon wants.

To win, Dayao and Kwame Brown are the most important puzzles in Mahon's hands, and they are more important than Sprewell.

So their upgrade is imperative!
The fourth quarter... begins.

Without Mahon and without Sprewell, the Knicks' autonomous offensive ability can be said to have been weakened to the extreme, but the strengths and weaknesses on the court have not changed much.

When encountering resistance and complaints during fouls, they don’t have any pressure in their hearts, but it’s really weird when you suddenly have an enemy come out to excuse you. Mahon was fouled twice, although Daniels didn’t know how to live or die, but it’s reasonable. This was all caused by Daniels and Randolph themselves.

Now Zach Randolph and Tianzun are still on the field, both of them have committed five fouls, and they don’t expect to win, they just hope that at least the handicap will be smaller.

The problem is on Randolph's side.

(End of this chapter)