Bulldozer of the NBA’s Restricted Area

The last possession of the first half was the Knicks'.

The three defenders stalled for time outside. Sprewell, who had already scored 20 points at halftime, executed the last goal of the first half. If he scored, he would take the lead. If he failed to score, he would be tied and enter the second half. Everyone was running. Rorty immediately targeted Sprewell.

You keep up, you loser!

At the moment of the entanglement, Sprewell pushed Crotty's leg with his knee and side. On the one hand, it slowed down Crotty's follow-up speed, and on the other hand, it caused Crotty pain. It was used on Kobe, but the effect was not good on Crotty. After all, Crotty is a point guard of the iron-knee style passed down by Stockton.

Click!

Without a word of nonsense, Crotty turned around in advance and touched Sprewell with his knee, and Sprewell was going crazy because this was a style of play that would lead to mutual destruction.

What a madman! !

Sprewell was cursing in his heart, but his shot after catching the ball was not slow, but... Before he took off, he was hit by Crotty on the waist. This was also the dirty trick he used against Kobe, and Iron Crotty, the master of the knee genre, knows them all and uses them better.

Dry pull-up becomes forward tilt!

Just like Sprewell blocked Kobe Bryant, Crotty also blocked Sprewell, even more brutally than the former. He deliberately used extra force to pull Sprewell over in the air, and with a bang... …Sprewell fell down, with Crotty’s feet on either side of his head.

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Damn it? !

Are you riding a horse today?

The young Kobe felt extremely happy watching it. He clenched his fists and felt full of power. Of course, the same was true for all the Lakers. And after this humiliating block...

As the bosses, Li Shengli and Barkley stood side by side on Crotty to prevent accidents.

Ewing and Larry Johnson went to pull Sprewell up, but after getting up, Sprewell completely lost all reason because of his playing style that was forcibly replaced by Crotty in these two quarters. I almost went crazy, and the resentment I had accumulated for two periods could no longer be suppressed.

Fuck, Crotty, you're a bastard!

Shut your stinky mouth, trash!

Stinky trash, why didn't I see you so excited when I hit someone?!

Crotty was as calm as if nothing had happened, and he was born with the potential to be a murderer. Kobe and Nick's expressions turned cold, and they were disgusted by the trash talk of a thief shouting catch a thief. Each of them cursed.

You two sons of bitches, what's your business?

Fuck you!

You are a son of a bitch when you step on a horse!

Sprewell was the first to start the attack, and Nick and Kobe's faces turned red. However, in Li Shengli's opinion... this is probably what an over-the-top translation is. It cannot be compared with the colorful national curses. After all, the lack of English vocabulary is very serious, and The three people cursed and cursed back and forth and became a repeater. Even Knicks point guard Ward joined in and accused Crotty of too many dirty tricks.

Shut up, you losers, you idiots! Seeing that Nick and Kobe couldn't resist, Barkley finally couldn't hold it in any longer and cursed angrily. Ward shook, but Sprewell didn't.

F*ck, who do you think you are?

Huh? Are you talking to me?

Please, how old are you? Do you really think you are a superstar? You are just an old fat pig wagging your tail everywhere. For a ring, you are worse than a fat pig. The Rockets don't want you, but the Lakers can take you?

you……

You ride on the horse...

You are seeking death by riding a horse!

Barkley almost said this through gritted teeth, and his whole body was shaking with anger, because this sentence was so deadly. At the end of his career, what he hated most was that someone said he was touching other people's rings, but in fact he still I can fight!

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Is this...is this crazy?

The Lakers generals will think that Sprewell is too crazy. Even the people from the Knicks think that Sprewell is completely crazy. After all, he almost provoked Barkley with the most vicious trash talk. Even Li Shengli It was also the first time I saw Barkley who was about to go berserk.

Don't, don't be impulsive!

Go away, don't try to persuade me! You are dead. If I don't kill you today, you still don't know what you are. Damn you, you are really dead!

Li Shengli hugged Barkley, and Barkley was like crazy, but it was Sprewell, the madman... He was really crazy. He glared at Barkley and continued to curse: Old waste, what do you think you have? Don't you dare to fight? Come on, come on.

Get the hell out of here, Ewing... Li Shengli's face darkened and he called Ewing to pull him over.

I'm sorry, this is your own business, I don't care! Ewing was a rare smart moment and allowed Sprewell to provoke the Lakers. After all, in this shortened regular season, the meaning of a one-game suspension is negligible. It was different from before. One game equals 1.6 games in a full season, which has a much greater impact on the record than before.

Is there really going to be a large-scale conflict?

Knicks, only make money but not lose money!

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Damn it, you old bastard are still causing trouble at this time?

In an instant, Li Shengli was so angry that he cursed: You can do it on your own...

What nonsense are you talking about? Are you interesting? Li, you are so powerful. You have the guts to hit me now?

you are interesting……

How about it, come on, you losers, a bunch of losers!

Before Li Shengli could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sprewell. At this moment... the atmosphere in the audience suddenly became colder, even colder than when Sprewell provoked Barkley. Almost the whole world was quiet. , everyone including Ewing looked at Li Shengli's dark face with pale faces.

Damn it?

It feels like it’s killing me!

Even if you want to die, you can't use your head to test Li Shengli's fist, right?

Ewing was convinced. If he really wanted to pick Barkley, he would forget about it. After all, Barkley was really nearing the end of his life.

But picking Li Shengli... you just stabbed the hornet's nest in one breath. You really didn't think about surviving at all. Ewing felt that the matter was serious and there was no way to fight anymore. He quickly said: Forget it, forget it. Calm down, it’s not...it’s not a big deal, don’t be like this!”

You said it's okay? Buckley's eyes were burning.

Otherwise, what do you want? Don't blame me for not reminding you, this season... As the boss, Ewing really couldn't give in. He originally thought he was going to be tough, but Li Shengli's face was unexpectedly calm, and he held back. Barkley called everyone back, and the faces of the Lakers generals were as gloomy as water.

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Holy shit, he actually took someone away? Ewing felt that the problem was serious.

Now...there seems to be something really wrong! Larry Johnson frowned deeper than Ewing.

You son of a bitch, I thought they were so good, but they are so scared now. I don't even know how you got beaten before! Sprewell quickly scolded the Knicks' humerus veteran this time. After entering, Ewing and Johnson, who originally wanted to remind him, turned dark and led others back to the locker room.

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The Knicks are gone, and so are the Lakers.

The fans who were still looking forward to the game were disappointed, but their enthusiasm for the second half of the game was unprecedentedly high. Even the basketball babies in the midfield felt that they were not as eye-catching as before, and the Lakers returned to the locker room...the atmosphere in the entire locker room. It exploded. Ben and Rodman, who were not on the court, overturned the table and smashed the bench, demanding a fight.

As for Li Shengli and Barkley, they went directly to Harris. After all, it was Harris, the head coach, who decided to arrange the personnel to appear. After some communication... Harris was about to cry, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded through, letting Li Shengli. The team boss does midfield mobilization.

Nonsense, I won't say any more!

In a moment, if your name is called, follow me.

If you haven't called, just sit on the bench and don't move. Watch carefully!

Li Shengli's dark face was cold and chilly, and he almost didn't need to mention his name, and everyone else knew... It was time for the Los Angeles Rangers to perform next.

Ben Wallace!

Damn it, it's finally my turn! Ben felt suffocated.

Dennis Rodman!

Damn, this is really a team that makes people excited, better than the Pistons back then... Rodman felt like he was dreaming back to 93, thinking of the 'happy days' when he was beaten by Li Shengli in the Pistons, and today the home and away positions were changed.

John Crotty!

Okay, Barkley, do you want to take action? Crotty asked.

Charles Barkley!

Okay, let me do it. That son of a bitch went so far as to say that I was a ring bastard. I want him to be the second Rudy Tomjanovich, and I'm going to beat his brains out...!! Barkley was holding his breath and furious.

A Los Angeles Rangers team full of villains?

Okay, the five of us will join together and win the game first! Li Shengli's face darkened.

Boss, are you still following the same rules? Ben asked.

What... what's the old rule? Barkley and Rodman were stunned for a moment. As new 'old men', they didn't understand the team's history and culture at all. Ben explained, and Barkley's face suddenly changed.

Damn it, no!

Why not? Are you...? Li Shengli glanced at Barkley and asked.

Yes, that's right, I want to have sex with you...

Okay, Brother Barkley is very generous, so all the expenses tonight will be paid by Brother Barkley.

Li, I'm fooling your uncle, that's not what I said...

Don't say anything. It's settled. If he says you're fooling around, I'll go with you to get some data. By the way... let that bastard try my super-speed kill cap first.

After Li Shengli finished speaking, Ben glanced at Rodman, Rodman glanced at Barkley, Barkley glanced at Crotty, Crotty glanced at the ceiling, and everyone thought of the same time in Madison Garden. Silva was attacked inexplicably in the arena...

Hit his balls!

Hit his balls!

Yes, beat his balls!

Go up and explode this cerebral palsy!!

Okay, let's play freely for a while and pay attention to save some money for Barkley. My gangsters, there is no kindness in the distance in Los Angeles today!

Guys, I added a chapter today!