basketball never sleeps

Chapter 112 Galen whispers, silence and breaking defense

"Don't touch my head Shaq, I just saw you touch your butt, you disgusting guy!"

"Don't slander me. I just scratched my butt because I was itchy. You wanted to dunk me just now. You bastard, don't even think about escaping!"

In the locker room, O'Neal and Wade were still chasing and fighting.

The noisy two stirred up the originally stagnant air in the room.

"Do you need help, Officer Shaq? I think you need a little help." Mo Wen lazily shouted from the side.

"Of course it couldn't be better. This damn terrorist actually wants to stage an air strike in Miami. Everyone, please come with me to catch him, tie him up and feed him to the sharks!"

O'Neill opened his arms and said half jokingly, half fiercely.

"Oh, you are a traitor, Mo. You were the one who proposed to dunk Shaq for me in the first place. Shaq, don't listen to him. Let's catch him together. He is the real bad guy!"

While Wade was moving around, he scolded Mo Wen for his shameless behavior.

"If we achieve the goal, we can go back to the party and have a party. Order as many as you want, and Wade will reimburse them all. If not... we can go back to the party, and if there is a few points less, everyone can chip in and order some for Dwyane."

Most of the time before, Da Fan behaved in a restrained and professional manner, but this does not mean that he really has no temper.

The Smiling Assassin's smile is very healing, but while he is smiling, he says that they will kill anyone who dares to enter their restricted area.

In the happy atmosphere, several players who had just been criticized also woke up from their trances, and smiles appeared on their tense cheeks.

Carter was so covered that he lost his balance. He shook his hands on the ground before he stabilized his body. Fortunately, after Kidd saw Carter being attacked, he rushed towards him intentionally and took over from Carter to follow Mo Wen.

Just when Kidd couldn't resist the temptation and stretched out his hand, Mo Wen firmly grabbed the basketball, hooked Kidd's arm at the same time, and leaned forward to shoot with his arm despite the resistance.

But what surprised everyone was that the Heat were still holding their breath.

However, the media who were invited to come looked at the roaring colleagues nearby and smelled a hint of ulterior motives.

No one knew how angry he was after the team lost by more than 40 points. According to assistant coach Jack, Dafan would always accidentally pop up words related to the Nets in the past two days, just like being demoted.

Same head.

Seeing the two point guards moving forward with the ball, everyone became excited.

The two teams competed for the ball. O'Neal waved his hand and took the lead in shooting the basketball.

"It's okay, okay, but I have to remind you that although New Jersey is very close to New York and you can get there without driving in two steps, it doesn't really belong to the Big Apple."

Kidd tried to use physical confrontation to force Mo Wen to slow down or make a mistake, but Mo Wen was not an inexperienced rookie. Instead of slowing down, he dribbled the ball in front of Kidd.

This simple and vulgar drama, vigorously promoted by the media machine, once again whetted the audience's appetite.

Mo Wen chuckled and twisted his neck.

Mo Wen could hear his happiness and felt it was funny.

"WTF, you guys are really fighting! Bastards, I'm going to kill you both!"

"If it's a fight, we might have to consider it, but when it comes to playing football - I know players in the league change quickly, but I didn't expect everyone to be so forgetful." Kidd pointed to his jersey, with a look of helplessness and innocence on his face.

The application was made, but the words were full of connotations about Mo.

"You Heat fans are not much different, right? I remember that your arena was too cold during the last game. Most of the fans went out to keep warm before halftime. I just don't know if your air conditioner was repaired today?"

How many points should I call for him? If the Heat are only ahead by 20 points, then I can't call him 30 points later?

With so many people, when Dashuai Zhang comes, he will be sucked in and fucked, right?

The Nets attacked, and Kidd reciprocated the favor. He immediately switched to 5th gear and used a fast break to retaliate against the Heat.

After a while, the warm-up was over and the two teams lined up to face each other.

Conflict - enmity - revenge.

Originally, he had already settled his account with this unfortunate guy, but in the end, this guy unexpectedly got another credit.

But coach Frank and the Nets players, who are "less than nothing", just raised the attention of this game to the playoff level.

However, before the game, the Heat acted extremely low-key and did not mention the conflict in the previous game at all. It was as if they were lying flat and there was no movement at all.

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If it weren't for the grievances between the two teams in the first two meetings this season, this game might be an unremarkable regular season game.

Nets starting lineup: Kidd, Carter, Jefferson, Collins, Kostic;

The Heat are still starting the regular lineup and have not made any adjustments.

Although he was taught by Mo Wen more than once and even missed his career, Carter and Kidd gave him the courage to try again.

The older you get, the more free you become?

Kidd, who was next to him, frowned and took the initiative to help Carter reply.

After being beaten all over, one would look back and find various objective reasons to defend the person who hit the person. This kind of rational thinking basically does not exist in the United States.

By the time Carter heard the exclamations from his teammates behind him, the basketball in his hand had already escaped the control of his palm and fell to one side.

Look at this ball, it’s big and round...

Among the four major shooting positions, Carter, an honest man, uses standard shooting movements, and the shooting rhythm is also the best to guess.

On the contrary, the Nets cheered for themselves and made it very lively.

Listening to the referee's whistle, Kidd immediately gave the referee a French military salute, then turned to look at Mo Wen with a frown on his forehead.

"The Heat played with a full lineup, so what? In the end, they are just a team that is working hard for the championship like us. I don't deny that they are very strong, but we won the last game, and we will win the same in the future.

." Carter said nonchalantly while chewing gum in front of the camera.

A healthy team should indeed increase the pressure appropriately. Happy basketball in the past and present has not ended well.

Could it be that...

Carter thought Mo Wen was going to tell him about the city's temperature, but he didn't expect Mo Wen to tell him about the fans' feelings.

Carter raised his eyebrows and said, he explained very seriously, and his seemingly humble words revealed a sense of superiority. Apparently, moving from a large rural town in Greater Toronto to a large suburb of New Jersey, close to New York, caused some changes in his mentality.

Just now, Da Fan had a rare outburst on the court and severely criticized several players who did not play well.

Observing that Mo Wen, who was following him, fell behind him, Carter decisively stomped on the brakes, raised his hand to raise the ball, and made an emergency stop for a jumper.

Kidd wanted to say something more, but Mo Wen walked around him and came to Jefferson. Looking at the boy's evasive eyes, Mo Wen didn't say anything more, just patted him on the shoulder and walked away from him.

Leave.

"50."

Even Mo Wen and Dazhi avoided this topic when they were interviewed in China.

O'Neill thought for a moment and gave Mo Wen a thumbs up.

"Let's simply set a small goal and beat them by 50 points in the next game!"

Although Mo Wen didn't like this pressure-increasing behavior, he didn't object.

This sentence is like a whisper from Galen, silent and breaking the defense.

Are the Heat really scared because of their recent bad form?

If it were just treated as an ordinary regular season game, there would be no need for the Heat to invite so many people.

Media that like to engage in Riddler operations are rare to experience the pain of being ridden.

So broad, this Ganges River!

Wade thought it was reasonable at first, but when he looked back, Xiangcai discovered Mo Wen's evil intentions.

Mo Wen first hugged his old friend Carter.

It's a pity that it's the end of the year now, and he doesn't accept credit for this small business.

After Wade got the ball first, he didn't pass it. He stood up and pushed forward. He caught the gap between the two big men of the Nets who were a step behind on defense. He slipped into the paint and changed hands under the basket to throw, avoiding Carter who was chasing him.

Block the shot and score the ball directly.

The showdown between the league's strongest point guards didn't come so quickly.

What do you mean, I received a salary of 5 million, became a point guard, and an assistant coach, and you still want me to be the speech leader in the locker room?

Holding down a sheep, right?

"A certain old guy said some ugly words today. I think everyone knows the reason, but I hope everyone can keep these words in their hearts..."

It's just that the work location has been changed from the county town to the magic city, with the same salary and the same screws. Is there any difference?

"Oh, so New Jersey is next to New York, so New Jersey must be as cold as New York." Mo Wen continued after a short pause.

Even with all the bad things in Toronto, the fans there's love for Carter is real and pure, but in New Jersey, the fans seem to be very enthusiastic about Carter, but they don't really love him, but they think Carter's strength can help the ball.

The team goes one step further.

"To be honest, the last time I played in New York, the fans there were far worse than those in Toronto. I really didn't expect there to be such a cold home court in the world. The Knicks players couldn't even enjoy their enthusiastic cheers."

Carter was outnumbered by Mo Wen in the All-Star voting and moved from the first round to the third round, while Kidd was in direct competition with Mo Wen as the number one point guard.

"Uh...haha...this...is true."

"You've made some progress, Dwayne. You've learned to lie, but lying is not what a good boy should do. Wait, Uncle Mo and Uncle Shaq will spank you right now!"

Listening to the big cheeks talking about those vain people, Mo Wen shook his head and interrupted Wade's speech.

However, O'Neal returned to defense very quickly today. He saw O'Neal already positioned in the paint. Carter, who received a pass from Kidd during the march, did not choose to forcefully rush to the basket... Now his body does not allow it.

He challenged the interior defense as he always did.

According to the procedure, it was time to say something at this time, so O'Neal looked at Wade, Wade looked at Mo Wen, and Mo Wen looked at Wade.

Doesn't exist.

The night of January 17th.

Carter opened his mouth, but for a long time he couldn't think of how to refute.

With the Nets star jumping like that, everyone was waiting for Mo Wen and other Heat players to jump out and retort.

During the pre-game warm-up, the Heat trident stood face to face with the Nets trident.

Kidd's self-identity was just a connotation. Jefferson, who had regained his health, was not so polite. He found the right target and blew the clarion call to Mo Wen to start the team.

Except for him, the other three stars on the outside of the Nets all wanted to have a try with Mo Wen.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen had completed the crime.

To be more rigorous, according to the blood exchange ratio of one to ten, even if you add his bone marrow, you still can't get such a girl!

But at this moment, Mo Wen, who had been waiting for a long time, did not rush around to block Carter. Instead, he stopped and jumped with Carter, reaching out from behind to press the basketball that he had not yet shot.

"Mo's impulsiveness destroyed the Heat's original chemical reaction. You can see from their first two games that they are no longer as scary as they were at the beginning of the season. Maybe we can't win the game as easily as we did in the last game, but

I think our recent form is much better than theirs."

Most of the players, including the two Xinchas, were frightened.

Seeing that the team's atmosphere had almost relaxed, Mo Wen and the other three also stopped playing.

On the way down, the ball was pushed towards the half court of the net by Mo Wen. The experienced Mo Wen had already adjusted his position after landing and rushed forward without stopping.

"I've saved all the fuel for this game, and I'm afraid it will get too hot and you won't be able to bear it. After all, not everyone can bear Miami's problems."

"How was your stay in New York?"

Toot toot—

Carter was no longer the kid who didn't understand anything. He understood what Mo Wen meant after just chewing a little bit.

His words were not fierce, but his posture was very bluffing.

Old children, old children, the older people get, the smaller their minds become.

No, brother, if you just play like this, are you talking about the moral principles of the world?

Mo Wen blinked at him, emm, weren't you the first to abandon things like Jianghu morality?

The referee looked at the positions of the two men and, without looking at the replay, held out three fingers to indicate three free throws.

Seeing Mo Wen steadily make all three free throws, Kidd, who was 5 points behind at the beginning, twitched his right eyelid and suddenly had a bad feeling.

I'm one year older, so I'll just update it today.

(End of chapter)