The older superstars of the NBA

Chapter 316 Lower Limit

After Dwight Howard was blocked, the fans of the entire Target Center felt incredible, and everyone stood up from the stands and let out exclamations.

call out.

The referee's whistle sounded.

Patrick Beverley's block slaps Dwight Howard's basketball out of bounds.

The ball is still in the hands of the Minnesota Timberwolves, but at this time, Dwight Howard undoubtedly became the biggest laughing stock on the scene.

Dwight Howard, who was blocked, was also completely irritated. Although he knew that there was nothing wrong with the shot, he almost lost his mind and took the initiative to walk towards Patrick Beverly.

"Damn it! You hit my hand...."

"You bastard, why are you always playing so dirty?"

"Referee, he hit my hand, didn't you see it?"

Dwight Howard shouted at the referee next to him while looking for trouble with Patrick Beverly.

Patrick Beverly didn't hesitate at all, and took the initiative to argue with Dwight Howard.

"Dude, are you crazy?"

"When did I hit your hand?"

"Just because I hated you...... so now you are angry?"

Dwight Howard has always been relatively docile, and even if there is a conflict, he is rarely aggressive.

But this time, he really exploded.Seeing Patrick Beverly chattering to him, Dwight Howard rarely reached out and pushed over.

This is not over yet, after pushing Patrick Beverly, Dwight Howard clenched his fist and swung at him again.

The sudden situation surprised everyone present.

Not to mention the fans were surprised, even the Timberwolves teammates didn't expect it.

Everyone knows that Dwight Howard's temper is not bad, and he has never had a dispute with anyone in the team, and such a proactive fight has never happened.

So there were no teammates to dissuade them at the beginning, and everyone thought that Dwight Howard would back away quickly after the quarrel.

This is especially true for Patrick Beverly. The two have been teammates for several seasons, and they know each other better.

"Oh! No!"

Fortunately, Patrick Beverly reacted quickly, facing Dwight Howard's fist swinging away suddenly.

After dodging the first attack, Patrick Beverly also quickly distanced himself.After noticing that the opponent was really planning to fight, Patrick Beverly didn't want to be the opponent's punching bag.

At this time, players from both sides had already rushed to the field, and the Timberwolves players grabbed Dwight Howard in time, and even Zhao Feiyang joined them.

"Dwight, don't be impulsive...it's just a shot, nothing special..."

"Dude, look out, who hasn't been blocked in this league?"

Zhao Feiyang pulled Dwight Howard away while persuading him.

Others were also exerting force, but Dwight Howard didn't respond at all. Only Zhao Feiyang's pull could calm him down a bit.

"No, Zhao, that's different...."

"I'm a former super center, someone who can stand side by side with LeBron, I will never be blocked by such a guy...never..."

Dwight Howard retorted with an angry and painful look on his face.

call out.

call out.

The referee's whistle sounded again.

After a brief conflict, the referee at the scene quickly made a penalty, and Dwight Howard, who hit someone, was sent off without any accident.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Dwight Howard didn't hesitate. The moment he saw the result of the penalty, he got up and walked towards the player tunnel.

Zhao Feiyang was afraid that this guy would be overwhelmed, so he greeted the head coach Norman Thomas, and hurried towards the player tunnel.

"Hey Dwight, wait for me!"

After entering the channel, Zhao Feiyang caught up with Dwight Howard.

At this time, the former "super center and happy big boy" was squatting by the wall on one side of the passage. He looked extremely decadent, drooping his head and saying nothing.

Zhao Feiyang didn't say anything, and silently squatted down with Dwight Howard, and signaled to the team staff who followed him not to disturb him.

Without the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Dwight Howard finally calmed down.

"Zhao, do you think I will be suspended?"

Suddenly, Dwight Howard asked in a low voice.

"Uh...it seems very likely...but don't worry, we'll all be waiting for you to come back..."

Zhao Feiyang replied.

After a while, the former spoke again, this time staring at Zhao Feiyang very seriously, "Zhao, do you think my time has really passed?"

Zhao Feiyang patted Dwight Howard on the shoulder and comforted him, "Man, it's not just you, everyone's time will pass!"

"Even Michael Jordan can't escape, right?"

Dwight Howard froze for a moment, then nodded.

on the field.

The game is back on track again.

Originally, the Minnesota Timberwolves were at a disadvantage, but now without Dwight Howard, a powerful insider, many problems were immediately exposed.

The Houston Rockets also seized this opportunity to counterattack continuously. When the game entered the end of the third quarter, the point difference between the two sides had widened to double digits.

The score was 70 to 81.

The Minnesota Timberwolves trailed by as many as 11 points.

The point difference is only one of the problems. The team originally lacked a core like Zhao Feiyang to lead, and now there is no nominal team leader like Dwight Howard. Coupled with the poor record in a few games, The morale of the team collapsed completely in the last quarter.

As the team's deliberately cultivated successor, Zach LaVine also tried to wake up the team in this situation. Unfortunately, his ability and prestige are still relatively limited, and he really can't save such a bad situation.

beep.

The game is finally over.

The final score between the two sides was 100-116.

The Minnesota Timberwolves lost at home to the Houston Rockets.

Following the previous six-game losing streak, they lost another game and won a seven-game losing streak.

This record is nothing to the Timberwolves in the previous seasons. After all, they lost more than this at that time, but for a Timberwolves team that wants to hit the Western Conference Finals and even the Finals, this is already their The lower limit that can be tolerated.

After the game, the players left the arena in a low mood, and the reaction of the fans on both sides of the player tunnel was not as good as before. Many fans had no intention of greeting them at all, and basically walked out of the field after the whistle sounded.

Only a few fans stayed where they were, and instead of high-fives, they shouted angrily at the players.

"What the hell are you guys doing? You have lost seven games in a row..."

"I drove all day to watch the game, not to watch you lose..."

"Do you still want to hit the Western Conference finals with such results? Wake up!"

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