basketball never sleeps

Chapter 47 No, I won

There was spit and yelling, threats and swear words.

Facing the blow of Larry Brown's "hair dryer", Mo Wen pulled up the jersey. He originally thought that the jersey from this game could be given to Schwarzenegger...his daughter. Now it seems that it is still

Throw it to Hueman and sell it to make a star card.

Hamilton and Billups intentionally blocked Mo Wen's arms with their arms. They were really afraid that Mo Wen would be angry but step forward and lock the old man's neck.

But Mo Wen was not particularly angry and even picked his ears.

Just like a scientist being ridiculed by civil society, not refuting is not because the scientist is really wrong, but because it is unnecessary.

Three more games at most are the last words of this old man.

"yawn·····"

After finishing his attack, Larry Brown tugged on his tie, cleared his throat and wanted to make another fuss, but Mo Wen yawned and broke his guard.

"You'd better listen to what I just said, otherwise..."

"What else?"

Mo Wen, who felt his jersey being pulled, lost the peace he had just now, narrowed his eyes and replied in a bad tone.

"Otherwise you won't even think about playing next season, kid!"

Seeing the malice in Mo Wen's eyes, Larry Brown suddenly lost his courage, let go of his jersey, pushed Mo Wen, and said in a stern voice.

"snort!"

Mo Wen snorted disdainfully, took down his jersey, turned around and returned to the court.

Larry Brown's face suddenly turned ugly. Mo Wen's move was a naked slap in his face. Before, Mo Wen was just a disobedient brat, but now he has grown into an out-and-out thorn.

However, the current situation does not allow him to hide in silence like in the regular season. Even in this game, he cannot replace Mo Wen. Due to Prince's physical problems, he can only use Mo Wen now.

To let Corliss, who previously averaged less than 5 minutes per game, come on is basically giving up the game.

"Stop playing the tactics you just did. Play steadily as usual and rush into the paint to score! That bastard's three-pointers can't be accurate all the time. Do you hear me?"

Suppressing his anger, Larry Brown knocked on the tactical board and said to Billups in front of him.

Billups glanced at Mo Wen out of the corner of his eye, sighed secretly in his heart, and nodded to Larry Brown.

Mo Wen is still young and still has the willpower, but he is dying.

"It seems you have decided."

Hamilton, who returned to the court, asked softly behind Mo Wen.

Mo Wen turned around and bumped Hamilton's shoulder with his fist, chuckled and shook his head.

"You and I are brothers, but that old man, hehe."

"Speaking of which, I can't do it if I don't leave. If I don't leave, who knows, I will replace any of the three of you in the starting lineup next season. Then you will definitely gang up to bully me. I will beat you three by myself."

A... You all injured the Pistons and there is no one left to play."

"Get out of here, you bitch!"

The sadness that Hamilton had just appeared disappeared immediately, and he slapped Mo Wen on the back.

Off the field, Larry Brown returned to his seat feeling as uncomfortable as if he had eaten crumbs. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. That bastard Eastern guy dared to talk to him.

Anti-spicy! Anti-spicy!

As the Pistons are expected to win the championship, Larry Brown is receiving more and more praise. He was already a little too arrogant, but he didn't expect that there were people on the team who were even more arrogant than him and dared to openly disobey him.

"Joe (Dumars), after the game is over, I think we should discuss the issue of trade and signings in the offseason."

Dumas, who noticed the little friction just now, frowned and did not respond.

He guessed what Larry Brown was thinking, but to be honest, he really didn't want to touch Mo Wen. With his strong strength, low salary, and added commercial value in the Chinese market, it would be a stroke of luck to meet a player like this;

Besides, after the Pistons renewed Rasheed's contract during the offseason, they will definitely have a chance to compete for the championship next season. It is not like a normal person would do something for a championship team to trade away a capable player.

But Larry Brown rarely takes the initiative to ease his dealings with players who have conflicts with him. For a player of Mo Wen's caliber, if the Pistons don't trade him, the old guy might really be able to hide him for a season.

Dumas did not express his refusal clearly, but just said that we would discuss it later in case Larry Brown's connections could come into play again.

The game started again, with 108 seconds remaining on the court, and the two teams still maintained a 4-point lead. Many uneasy Lakers fans on the sidelines had already stood up from their seats.

The Lakers players started their offensive posture on the court with solemn expressions. Kobe held the ball on the weak side and pressed for time to challenge Mo Wen.

While Mo Wen was putting pressure on him, he was planning to retreat. Even though Kobe Bryant played almost the entire game, his physical strength was second only to Hamilton. Mo Wen would not let this guy gasp for breath occasionally.

Just relax your vigilance towards him.

After a feint from an explosive ball, Kobe found space and used his shoulder to get in position, crushing Mo Wen and rushing to the inside.

Kobe, who was slightly staggered by Mo Wen in the middle of the sudden stop, simply stopped and dribbled behind his back, moved half of Mo Wen's body, and then rushed inside with all his strength, and finally got caught between Ben and Mo Wen.

After a few dangers, he used a big lever to send the ball into the basket.

The Lakers fans on the sidelines were cheering for Kobe's "magic ball", but the Lakers players were not at all relaxed. The next step was their real test.

Jackson is not an adaptable coach, so he didn't think of any good way to defend the Pistons' tactics off the court just now. He could only remind the Lakers players to speed up the conversion rate of defense - as long as they run fast enough, there is nothing they can't defend.

If you don't have enough physical strength, you can still work hard, the team's support team earns tens of millions of dollars per year, and the Day of Death for the Righteousness is today!

But what everyone on the Lakers didn't expect was that the Pistons stopped playing the tactics just now!

Hamilton started his "Brownian Movement" again, while Mo Wen returned to Prince's tactical position and began to make customized piles.

The Lakers, who thought the Pistons were going to do something extravagant, didn't expect that Billups was actually playing in a singles game.

Payton, who was passed by Billups in two steps, became anxious and raised his hand to hit Billups' shooting ball guard.

The basketball hit the hoop and the referee blew his whistle.

"And one! (goal plus penalty)"

Payton lowered his head and waved his fist unwillingly. He felt that he might become the Lakers' main war offender in this game because of this foul.

Amid the boos from Lakers fans, Billups made the free throw steadily.

There are 75 seconds left on the clock, the score difference between the two teams is only 3 points, and everything is still in suspense.

In the next 50 seconds, both teams tried their best to defend and did not allow the other side to score another goal. The physical exertion and mental pressure made everyone feel suffocated.

There are 26 seconds left in the game. The Lakers have the ball. If they score another goal, they will win. As long as they control the ball steadily, they will win. Victory is right in front of them.

The Lakers fans, who had been depressed for a whole game, were ready to celebrate the victory.

"You're tired, Kobe."

In the confrontation, Kobe no longer had the advantage he had just now.

"Maybe, but it's enough to bury you all!"

Kobe played sideways to protect the ball, not in any hurry to attack. Payton and Malone next to him were always ready to respond to him.

Catherine on the sidelines clenched her fists, not knowing who she was nervous about.

Larry Brown and Zen Master looked at each other from a distance, as if they were having some kind of ideological duel, but this was no longer their time.

Everything on the court seemed to be frozen, except for the dancing basketball in Kobe's hand and the flashing numbers on the timer.

"It's over, Detroit bugs, the Lakers will win this game!"

The roar of Lakers fans on the sidelines broke the balance.

There were 6 seconds left in the offensive round and only 8 seconds left before the end of the game. Kobe made a move, and Billups, who had been dormant for a long time, also double-teamed him in an instant.

From the perspective of the TV, passing the ball to Payton may be a more stable option at this time, but Kobe, a hard-core slave, felt that he was the more stable one, and did not look for Payton or Malone, holding the ball and playing back-to-back.

He turned around and broke through, rushing towards the inside of the Pistons.

But what awaited him was the pockets lined by the five Pistons.

Facing the hands reaching out from all directions, Kobe gritted his teeth and guarded the basketball, waved his elbow in a circle, took off with Billups, and smashed the ball towards the open O'Neal.

The ball was passed a bit wide, but O'Neal took a step sideways and finally caught it.

Before he could catch his breath, Billups passed through the wall between Ben and Rasheed, flew over and slapped O'Neal in the face. The sweat on O'Neal's hands gave the basketball a chance to escape.

Billups, who almost lost his balance, ignored his image and shouted loudly - "RUN!"

There are 2 seconds left before the end of the game

Players from both teams seemed to be going crazy chasing the basketball flying towards the Lakers half.

Hamilton used his family's sprinting skills and grabbed the basketball before Kobe Bryant and Devin George, but the pursuers behind him forced him to run to the bottom corner. He needed to get some distance to turn around and shoot.

"RIP!"

Mo Wen yelled from outside the three-point line on the other side.

When Hamilton heard the sound, he gritted his teeth and broke away from Kobe's arm that was almost hugging him, and rushed to send the ball out before the last second.

Payton, who saw Mo Wen catching the ball, wished he could have two more legs. He couldn't make up for it and could only pray that time would pass faster.

Squat slightly to catch the ball and jump to shoot.

Mo Wen's three-point shooting is not very accurate, but his mentality is stable enough.

Bang——shua——

The red light blows the whistle and the ball hits the target.

Mo Wen, who landed on the ground, turned around and put his hands on his hips, facing the direction where he had just yelled at the fans, tilted his head slightly, put his index finger to his mouth - shush!

The night is still long, don't worry.

The camera shot on Mo Wen, and the only person on the sidelines who could still stay awake was the photographer who was pressing the shutter frantically. As for the Chinese reporters, the only ones who could hold the camera steady were a few people who didn't understand football, but anyone who knew about penalty kicks

His hands were shaking.

It's a pity that Mo Wen's β was ruined by teammates who gathered around him before he finished pretending.

"Labour and management love you to death, Mo!"

"I knew you could do it! Farke, Farke, damn, I knew you could do it!"

"For this three points, you have to treat me, bastard!"

Feeling the wail in his hair, Mo Wen originally wanted to give these bastards a few elbows, but now he felt numb all over his body and couldn't use any strength at all.

After playing so many dungeons, this was the first time he had ever done something like a draw in the finals!

This feeling, don't say it, is really good.

Although the Lakers players were unwilling to give up, they were not desperate. It was just overtime, and no one had played it before.

However, I am really unwilling to do so!

"Did you put butter on your hands?!"

Kobe tilted his head and spat at O'Neal.

"You have the nerve to say that your passing is like shit. If you had given this ball to Payton earlier, I would have pulled the Pistons' basket off!"

O'Neal also responded mercilessly.

"Stop arguing! Let's talk about it after we win."

Ma Long is too lazy to be a peacemaker now. Now he is very annoyed. Mo Wen's Jueping makes him seem to see Gang Leader Qiao that year again.

The dead memories began to attack him again, so hard!

Prince, who was on the Pistons' bench, originally wanted to join Mo Wen on the court to celebrate, but the Pistons' victory prevented him from feeling any jealousy at all.

But Larry Brown held him back.

"Have you had enough rest, Prince?"

"Ah...what...ah...uh..." Prince hesitated. He realized something, but he didn't think he could perform better than Mo Wen now, so he didn't make it clear.

Reply tiLarry Brown.

But Larry Brown did not wait for Prince's reply, but directly made the decision. In his basketball philosophy, Prince is better than Mo Wen. If there was no conflict just now, Larry Brown might have to swap

People hesitated for a moment, but after experiencing the "little incident" just now, Larry Brown's attitude became much firmer.

Without an Oriental guy like you, I could have won with the Pistons!

"You've almost rested. Come on and replace Mo during overtime and help me guard against Kobe."

"I...I think..." After regaining consciousness, Prince still wanted to refuse. Shouldn't he be roasted on the fire rack by letting him come on stage?

"obedient!"

Larry Brown said with a tone that left no room for doubt.

"·····Um."

Prince lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Dumas was dumbfounded and poked a few assistant coaches around him, asking them to quickly go up and persuade Larry Brown.

What do you mean, the winner was replaced without even playing a minute in overtime?

Overtime comes with three timeouts. If Mo Wen really didn't perform well, it would be no problem for him to be replaced, but he played well in the fourth quarter and made another perfect shot...

"Prince's defense is better. If Richard (Hamilton) hadn't been sent off for a full foul last time, I definitely wouldn't have let Mo play."

Larry Brown made a face and explained to his assistant team and Dumas.

Dumas and several assistant coaches tried to persuade him again, but Larry Brown's stubbornness made their spitting useless. It was not completely useless, at least it stained Larry Brown's suit.

When Larry Brown announced his decision to make the substitution, the entire team fell into a strange atmosphere.

Mo Wen was just slightly startled, and then he sat back on the substitute bench with a light smile.

He was also worried about whether Xia Tian could leave and wanted to do something, so Larry Brown gave him a "reassurance".

Seeing Mo Wen hit the buzzer-beating shot, many general managers of the team who were leaning against him sat up. When they saw that Mo Wen did not play in the overtime, those general managers stood up immediately.

Finally, when we saw Mo Wen in the camera without any comfort from the team management or coaching staff, the Heat's Pat Riley, Seattle's Rich Sander, and the Suns' Colangelo couldn't help but laugh.

stand up.

If Dumars can't do this, then only Larry Brown can do it.

The Pistons are a bright brand!

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't play, the Zen master wiped his eyes, and he really changed into Prince!

Wonderful!

He showed the same smile as the Lakers players on the court.

Stern nodded with satisfaction. The coach has to be sensible. This NBA can't just be about killing and killing, but also has to be humane. If the Lakers win the game, they can play one more game in the finals.

Earn more ratings for one more show.

"Are you having a conflict with your coach?"

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't come on stage, Schwarzenegger turned to ask Mo Wen.

"This is team privacy, Mr. Governor."

Mo Wen didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either.

"Aha, then it looks like you have a chance to come to California to play ball in the summer." Schwarzenegger said with a smile.

Mo Wen shrugged noncommittally. Heumann had talked to him. The only team in California that might keep him after the trade was the Clippers.

But Mo Wen didn't want to play in the Clippers. Their current boss Sterling later had a terrible reputation, and the general manager of the Clippers, Baylor, never made the right pick in the draft. The Clippers except for one ball.

The team's position is virtually nothing outside of Los Angeles.

"If I..."

"STOP!! If you come to California to play ball, I will invite you to our house for dinner."

Schwarzenegger quickly interrupted Mo Wen's dangerous thoughts, but he didn't finish his words.

"Well, you might as well treat me to dinner after our Pistons win the championship. I remember you made a similar bet with the governor of Michigan, right?"

Mo Wen shook his head. The fact that he became a California player was just an illusion. It would be better to be more real.

"Oh, don't be too happy too early, kid, no one knows what the ending of the movie will be until the last lesson." Schwarzenegger said with a cold snort. "What if the Lakers win?"

"Then I'll treat Catherine to a meal."

"Hey, kid, you should be lucky that Staples Center doesn't allow guns!"

Schwarzenegger grabbed Mo Wen's neck and said viciously.

······

The timer on the court returned to zero, and the Pistons players left the court dejectedly.

Kobe Bryant shot 2 of 4, O'Neal made 3 of 3. The Lakers were not short of attacking superstars. OK took over the entire overtime and ended the game 12:4.

Except for Billups who made 1 of 3 shots, Hamilton made 1 of 4 shots and Rasheed made 0 of 2 shots.

Larry Brown called all three timeouts in overtime to no avail.

Before the game ended, Schwarzenegger handed ten pieces of paper with his signature to Mo Wen and raised his head happily.

"We still win, young man."

"Oh, do you think I lost?" Mo Wen said indifferently.

"Of course you...well, you didn't lose." Schwarzenegger smiled and shook his head, thinking that Mo Wen was being arrogant.

But Mo Wen showed Schwarzenegger a note with an email address written on it.

"No, I won, Mr. Governor!"

Looking at the familiar mailbox, Schwarzenegger suddenly turned his head, only to find that his daughter, who was next to him just now, had somehow detoured to the stage behind to chat with Stallone's daughter.

The release date has been set, the 21st. There will be 5-6K updates every day. The release date will be at least 30K. Due to special circumstances today, the update will be stuck. The normal 22:30/23:30 updates will resume from the 7th.

(End of chapter)