You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 309 Under the Fury

This is definitely the most humiliating moment in Tony Delk's life. He was knocked down twice by his opponent in one round, and it was a shameful kneeling and kneeling.

He regrets his choice, he shouldn't be so active in defense, if he let Mo Mengchen shoot, the second humiliating kneeling will not happen, now it's too late to say anything, this scene will appear in today's ten Among the best goals, and may be included in Mo Mengchen's career highlights.

"I hope Tony can stabilize his emotions." This is Rambo's greatest wish now, "Don't be taken away by Dor. Mo, he must have his own rhythm."

Barry was as mean as before: "Forget it, if he doesn't collapse, I think he has a big heart. These guys from the bench are the easiest to collapse. If they have a tough will, they won't be on the bench for a long time. Every coach They all like tough players, and weak-willed guys will always sit on the bench, waiting for enlightened coaches to give him opportunities."

Such an evaluation of a substitute who can score 10 points per game, Barry's words caused dissatisfaction among the fans in the audience.

Fans of Mo Mengchen took this opportunity to make a loud noise in Oracle.

"Can't you idiots keep those bastards quiet?"

PJ Carlesimo's neck was red, and his stubble couldn't hide his anger.

"Never mind what that mad dog says!"

Sprewell missed the old Nelson too much. Although the mad scientist is also a violent temper, he will never shirk responsibility, let alone attack players with such rude words during the game.

Madman found his teammate was called stupid by Carlesimo, and he felt he needed to do something to save the game.

He was up against Alan Houston.

Houston was tense. He has been unable to prevent the madman from the beginning of the game. The opponent's breakthrough threat is extremely terrifying, coupled with an unstable jumper with a long enough range.

"Bad defense!"

The madman cursed, forcibly pulled up, and scored a shot over Houston's head.

"You dare to face me with this defense, do you want me to score 100 points?"

The madman dropped the trash talk and vented all his dissatisfaction with Carlesimo on Houston.

CIC Wang picked up the ball and collided with Mo Mengchen.

"You can scold me if you want to." Houston was already numb.

Mo Mengchen waited for him to serve: "I don't think you are much worse than that lunatic, if you want to give up, please do so."

Houston sent the ball to Mo Mengchen and looked at him in surprise.

Why don't you scold me?
It turns out that Dad also has a kind side...

Mo Mengchen had a different idea. Sprewell was much better than Houston, so as long as the CIC champion didn't get blasted into scum, he could accept it.

Houston is ready to run, and the first thing to do is to pass Sprewell.

Sprewell led by example on the defensive end, tried his best to defend, put in exactly the same energy as the offensive end, and it was almost impossible to get rid of him with normal running.

Ben Wallace brought it up and stood still.

Sprewell only thought of him as an ordinary pick-and-roll, and didn't expect the price of such a collision.

Big Ben used both hands and feet, and as soon as Sprewell approached him, he thought he could get rid of it with just a little struggle.

Unexpectedly, Wallace hit hard and knocked him down on the spot.

"so hard!"

Houston secretly thought that Wallace was trapped by his height, and people often looked down on him because of it.

But as long as he's out there for screens and pick-and-rolls, it's going to be very expensive for anyone trying to get away from him.

Sprewell didn't expect this, so he got knocked down.

Houston appeared at the finish line on time, and Mo Mengchen sent the ball lightly.

"Shh!"

The ball went into the basket.

"Your defense isn't much better either."

After successfully countering Sprewell, Houston responded confidently.

The anger was evident on Sprewell's face.

What made him even more angry was Carlesimo's roar: "What the hell are you doing? The defense is like a sissy, did you play yourself crazy in the nightclub last night? You are a crippled bastard!"

"Book!"

Mo Mengchen expected that Houston would not be able to stop him, so he asked Big Ben to take a good position before Houston's defense was overwhelmed.

Big Ben looked certain, and this was his chance to show everyone.

Sprewell's breakthrough was as fierce as a tiger. The explosive first step was astonishingly fast, and the subsequent big stride was even more jaw-dropping.

Count on Houston to guard him?hehe.

I still hope that one day Hill will suddenly open up and learn to shoot three-pointers.

Mo Mengchen thought to himself mockingly, and put his hope of preventing madmen on Wallace, who was always underestimated because of his height.

Let them see, Ben.

Undersized, impossibly short center, so what?

Sprewell couldn't stop his anger when he remembered that this nasty rubbish had made so many little moves just now while covering.

"Give me death!"

Sprewell yelled, trying to block the dunk.

Wallace's bullet speed is beyond imagination, he is so short, he doesn't look like a center, but in the end of this aerial battle, it is still him who wins in height.

Under the heavy pressure, Sprewell had nothing to do, and the ball in his hand was slammed into the air.

"Detroit strikes back!"

Mo Mengchen, Hill, Houston three-line fast break.

The three Pistons participated in the fast break at the same time, basically locking the score.

Sprewell, who was blocked, showed super desire, first-class linear acceleration, and terrifying footstep frequency, and he caught up with the three Pistons.

Mo Mengchen made fun of him in public.

Hill caught the ball and threw it back, leaning forward, bringing tremendous pressure. The madman could only watch Houston take the ball straight up, and he had nothing to do.

"Boom!"

Houston countered with a dunk.

"Where's your defense, buddy?"

Houston asked loudly.

Sprewell held back, he turned and walked back.

Carlesimo cursed roughly: "You idiot with no brains, bring your brains, don't think that I can forgive your shot selection because you are active defensively!"

The pursuit was fruitless, Sprewell had tried his best, and he felt that there was no problem with his offense. After all kinds of unpleasant things happened, he felt angry, plus Carlesimo's words.

As a weed meets a flame;
Like a Tyrannosaurus whose scales have been pulled out;

A person's weakness is the most vulnerable to the test.

Sprewell was furious: "You fucking shut up, you crazy dog ​​who only knows how to bark!"

Carlesimo took a step forward, with anger on his face: "What are you talking about? You damn selfish, useless soft-legged shrimp, expecting you to win is worse than expecting a dog not to pick up shit from the sewer , you are a fucking wretch who only knows how to scan data, I must..."

Carlesimo couldn't say a word, because Sprewell stepped forward and kicked his head coach, the most prestigious and irascible old man in the Warriors, to the ground.

it's not finished yet!
The scene became violent.

"Fight!"

"beat!"

Mo Mengchen's fans were even more crazy.

"So the NBA is so interesting?"

"You started fighting yourself? What happened?"

"Let the storm come more violently, keep fighting!"

Rambo yelled loudly: "Calm down! Calm down! If this goes on, things will be irreversible!"

Rick Barry was active in the turbulent 70s. At that time, even if you beat someone's brains out, the price was just a one-game suspension.

If you don't believe me, ask the old man who said "never underestimate the heart of a champion".

(Voice-over: I suddenly forgot his name, Tom what Norwich?)
Sprewell kicked Carlesimo to the ground, rode up and punched Carlesimo a dozen times, but no one came to stop him, which shows how unpopular Carlesimo is.

The turmoil continues.

"What should we do?" Houston felt the greatest malice in the world.

Beat up your own head coach during the game?
Hill couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was real, and he couldn't help asking the people around him, "Am I dreaming?"

"What now?" Houston asked.

"Watching a play." Mo Mengchen said.

Sprewell finally stretched out his evil hands and choked Carlesimo so hard that everyone believed he wanted to kill his head coach.

Carlesimo couldn't breathe, he was suffocating.

Am I going to die at the hands of this lunatic?
he thought pessimistically.

Maybe a few seconds later, Carlesimo would be dead.

The Pistons frontcourt trio eventually rushed over, and Houston hugged Sprewell from behind: "Calm down, man!"

"Yeah, what can't we talk about?" Hill said to his opponent.

Mo Mengchen knelt down to observe Carlesimo, and complained that the other two were nosy: "When will you be able to make people feel at ease, does this old man's life and death have anything to do with us?"

"The most ironic thing is that their own players almost strangled their own head coach on the field."

Barry took up his words.

"What's even more ironic is that it was the visiting team members who came up to persuade the fight."

The referees on the scene were also stunned. After decades of blowing the game, it was the first time that they saw their own players almost strangle their head coach to death.

After reacting, they first expelled Sprewell, and then asked the Warriors' team doctor to help Carlesimo.

The game entered a technical timeout.

Adam Frouseth's expression could have been as wonderful as it could have been.

This is his third game as the head coach, and he actually witnessed such a horrible thing on the spot.

"I hope you don't punch me one day," Frouseth joked.

Everyone had a good laugh.

Before the first half was over, their opponents had such an accident.

There will be no more suspense in this game, and they all know it well.

If there is no accident, Sprewell will be fined heavily. Without a madman, where can Rich Mitchmond bring this team?
"Who do you think is the happiest when this happens?" Hill asked Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen said: "King."

Why?

Because the Warriors' first round pick next year is in the hands of the Kings.

After tonight, the Warriors are the favorites for the No. 1998 pick in [-].

　Maddie: Cousin, come to the bowl soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)