basketball never sleeps

Chapter 32 Sorry, Carl, I just can’t help it

The basketball struck from high altitude and hit Malone's glowing forehead. Standing at a close distance, Kobe could even see Malone's deformed scalp and splashing sweat.

Boom——

After a muffled sound, the one-pound basketball spun and flew to the height of three stories.

But no one cares about basketball anymore.

The referee opened his mouth and the whistle slipped from his mouth; Stern in front of the TV shook his hand and knocked over the coffee cup on the table; the noisy spectators on the sidelines seemed to have pressed the mute button and were just waiting.

Big eyes looked at the scene on the field with excitement.

Malone is a tough guy after all. After being beaten by a ball, he only staggered two steps and did not fall directly to the ground.

When the stars in Malone's eyes dispersed, he saw Mo Wen being blocked and pushed by Lakers players.

"I'm sorry for you, Tomato."

"You're good at playing dirty tricks when you're playing ball. If I take a free throw, you still have to give me a shot. You really think your father has no temper, don't you?"

"Aren't you a good fighter? Come on, let me give you a chance to stand up and fight with labor and management like a man."

Mo Wen himself was not very excited. He just put on the posture of a gangster and made a fight with Ma Long who was standing not far away.

Since it was not a dungeon, Mo Wen originally thought about enduring it first and then elbowing him back later, but the more he took a step back, the angrier he became.

Why should labor and management tolerate this old guy?

Malone dared to act like this during non-game time, and everyone who was bullied by him and did not fight back should be held responsible.

It's not like the Lakers players didn't notice the black elbow Malone gave Mo Wen just now, but no one expected that this kid could be so tough.

This is Ma Long. His big elbows are thicker than the thighs of many guards. He ordered a few dishes and drank so much.

Malone, who was used to being arrogant, also had a bad temper. He raised his fists and was about to rush over, but Payton, who had quick eyes and quick hands, hugged him.

"Don't stop me, Gary (Payton), I'm going to kill that kid."

This goal is definitely the biggest insult Malone has received in his career.

He was hit on the head with a ball by a rookie and even had a fight. If he didn't get this situation back, he wouldn't have the face to play on the court in the future.

Fortunately, O'Neal, who was large enough, stopped in time and used his 300 kilograms of weight to slow down Malone.

The Pistons players were also blocking Mo Wen. Although it seemed a bit out of work, the scene seemed to be under control at last.

The referee who puts the whistle back to his mouth must also start to control the situation on the field.

There was no fight, it was just a small problem, it was okay...it was okay...

But who could have imagined that the players on both sides of the block were trying to let loose. Mo Wen could even feel that someone had pushed him.

You can't really pull a fight on the court, because if you pull a teammate and the opponent rushes over, your teammate will only be a target.

After all, the players on both sides are very confident in their own villains. One can become an invincible player with an elbow, and the other can go one on four without getting hurt. Who is afraid of the other?

The space opened by the two sides just now became an excellent arena for Mo Wen and Ma Long.

Seeing the two of them rushing together again, Barkley in the studio also changed from a basketball commentator to a fighting commentator.

"The players on both sides failed to hold them back. Mo and Malone threw away their teammates, and the two finally started fighting!"

"Wow, Ma Long threw two punches first, but Mo dodged them both nimbly."

"The two of them are in close quarters. It's bad. This guy Mo can't fight Ma Long in close quarters. I can't even deal with Ma Long at this distance... Wait, what, Ma Long was knocked down by Mo Yiyi's elbow?!"

"Mo rode directly on Malone. He actually crushed the big truck under him. Oh my God, what did I see? The number one villain in the NBA was actually ridden and beaten by a rookie."

"Hahaha, good job Mo, give this bastard two more punches for me!"

Barkley was so excited off the court that he wanted to take off his clothes and follow Mo Wen to beat Malone - Malone elbowed Barkley in the 1999 playoffs, which directly cost Barkley the season, and also ended Barkley's last hope of winning the championship.

"Ahem, watch your face Charles, we are still live broadcasting."

Er'Neill couldn't help but pulled Barkley back to his seat.

The players on the field were stunned for a moment. This scene was so shocking.

Isiah of Elbow was given stitches, "Admiral" Robinson of Elbow fell to the ground unconscious, Marshall of Elbow had broken ribs, Barkley of Elbow had a muscle tear, and Malone, who had Nash of Elbow's front tooth broken, was actually hit by a Piston at this moment.

The Asian rookie rides on her and presses her down.

Mo Wen and Ip Man were just like playing Wing Chun on Ma Long's pectoralis major.

It's not like Ma Long didn't resist, but every time he made a move, Mo Wen hit his joints and tendons first, leaving him unable to exert any force at all.

The referee blew his whistle and quickly stepped forward to pull Mo Wen up from Malone along with the Lakers and Pistons players.

"That's all you can do, old bastard, you'd better retire as soon as possible."

Mo Wen spat at Ma Long, who was holding his head.

"That's enough for you kid. Where do you think this is? This is the home court of the Lakers!"

Although O'Neal felt a little happy watching Mo Wen beat Malone (he also took Malone's elbow), but as a current teammate and the boss of the team, he must also stand up.

The Pistons players also felt that it was almost done and began to really use force to pull Mo Wen back.

There is no doubt that Mo Wen was directly expelled from the field and returned to the locker room under the escort of his teammates and the boos of the fans.

Malone was also helped off the field after being examined by the team doctor.

The on-site director was also a master of live broadcasting. He keenly captured the fleeting smiles of O'Neal, Kobe and Jackson.

Sorry, Carl, I just can't help it.

When the surrounding cameras panned across the auditorium, many Lakers fans did not show the anger they should have after their players were beaten. Instead, they clapped their hands and cheered.

After all, Malone, who has only played less than 30 games for Los Angeles, has not made much contribution to the Lakers, and has not been recognized by Los Angeles fans. Many fans also look down on this former villain who was not stingy with their star. Now,

The guy who came over to hug me in order to compete for the championship.

When Malone returned to the locker room, his face was ashen, and the physical pain was secondary. He knew that the reputation he had worked hard for half his life was completely destroyed after this battle.

He could think of the media and the ridicule of his former enemies - he was just a "coward" who was beaten up by a 20-year-old Asian man.

He really wanted to go to the away lounge and play another match with Mo Wen, but the boy's ruthless determination and skill made him unsure.

Except for Ma Long waving his fist at the beginning, he was never able to touch Mo Wen.

"That kid is very professional. He only hits the thicker parts of your body. He punched so hard that I thought he might break his hand." Lakers team doctor Philly helped Malone with the treatment.

He was amazed at the wound.

"Feili, do you think you are very humorous?"

The Zen master was still worried about whether Malone had been injured, while Larry Brown was cursing Mo Wenlai.

Because it was just a conflict between Ma Long and Mo Wen, the order of the game was quickly restored after the two men left the field.

But not many people care about the game on the field anymore. Whether it is the fans at the scene, the commentators in the studio, or the audience in front of the TV, they all just want to watch the replay of this "big battle".

They are tired of watching basketball and other games, and WWE's scripted and fake wrestling games are not exciting at all.

It has to be this kind of real conflict, a real man-to-man fight that is exciting, exciting and authentic!

The director knew how to replay, so he took a long timeout and started to return to defense. Starting from Mo Wen's free throw, to Malone elbowing Mo Wen, and then to Mo Wen smashing the ball, the two people clashed head-on, and directly laid out the context of the matter.

on the screen.

"Ma Long is indeed as dirty as before. It's a pity that this time he met a Chinese who knows kung fu."

"Is that Asian or Chinese? He's so cool. He knocked down a guy as big as Ma Long in one go."

"It feels like watching a kung fu movie, where the little guy is beating the big guy."

"Am I the only one who thinks that Chinese guy is not a good person? - He actually let Karl walk away!"

Los Angeles fans, who talk about the rich heritage every day, still can't cheer for the criminals. When the matter was brought to the table, not many people felt sorry for Malone.

After Larry Brown figured it out, he couldn't even accuse Mo Wen of anything.

The environment in Ugly Country is like this. No one will recognize a coward who dares not fight back after being offended. If he dares to accuse, he will be criticized later as a weak coach.

Of course, you have to complain when you should. If Mo Wen is suspended, the Pistons will have to rely on three people to play at the second and third positions.

The game was eventually won by the Pistons, who defended more tenaciously, and Mo Wen's score was fixed at 17 points.

"What a wonderful battle," Barkley said after the game.

"Maybe, this is a good adjustment for the fans, but the old man in Manhattan is probably going to have a headache."

Kenny Smith looked at Barkley with a playful smile.

"So Charles, I guess we can move on to the next step?"

"What session? Did the director team add any new programs?" Buckley asked pretending to be stupid.

"No, no, no, do you need me to remind you, Sir Bar, the bet we made before... The great Sir Bar will not default on it, right?"

"Oh, of course Sir Bar will not refuse to pay. Besides, I am in a good mood today. In fact, I am also happy to show my great butt in front of everyone - as long as the program team does not deduct my money."

As he spoke, Barkley stood up and took off his belt, showing off his generosity.

"If you dare, I will punish you Barkley for crying!" The director of the program in the monitoring room quickly stopped Barkley's idea of ​​showing the audience his biggest butt in history up close through the headset.

"There's nothing we can do about it. It seems you have to wait until I wear underwear that day before fulfilling the bet." Buckley proudly spread his hands towards Kenny.

"Everyone in the United States knows that Sir Bart doesn't like to wear underwear. It's not that I want to break the promise, but that my living habits don't allow it. Of course, if you want to enjoy it alone, I don't mind fulfilling the bet in private."

"Okay, I hired a donkey last time, and I don't mind hiring a comrade to do it for me this time." Kenny Smith snorted.

"Kenny, you are really the most vicious black man I have ever seen!"

(End of chapter)