basketball never sleeps

Chapter 50 "The Crying of Larry Brown"

"Congratulations on winning this year's championship, you are the better team."

The Zen Master politely extended his hand to Larry Brown in front of him.

"You are doing well, it's just that we are more united and luckier."

In front of the camera, Larry Brown tried his best to pretend to be a gentleman. He had imagined this scene countless times. He would wear suits and ties and have a straight figure, just like MacArthur at the surrender ceremony in his childhood. He followed him coolly and calmly.

Zen master shakes hands and chats.

But everything was ruined by the farce just now. Not to mention the physical pain, he lost two buttons on his suit, one of his spectacle legs was bent, and his tie was ripped apart. He was disheveled and felt like a villain.

Like a successful clown.

Listening to the sound of the shutter next to him, he, who pays great attention to his image in front of the media, is even more embarrassed than the Zen Master who lost the ball.

Damn it!

What makes Larry Brown even more uncomfortable is that the reporters who gathered around him have no intention of letting him go. According to convention, he needs to stay at least until the championship trophy is handed out to think about the championship photos for a while.

When he looked like this, he was filled with uncontrollable rage.

Damn it!

Compared with Larry Brown, who was slightly embarrassed in front of the camera, the Pistons players seemed much more excited.

"I have never stopped chasing my dreams, and today my dream finally came true. We have always believed in ourselves and played team basketball. We have many good players on the team, and we know we can overcome everything and achieve success. Of course, we also need to thank God.

, our luck is really good." Billups was still immersed in excitement in front of the camera.

"We beat them, and yes, I thought we could beat any team in the league, and that's exactly what we did." Prince was as restrained as ever.

"I'm so happy now, I can't describe how I feel now. The members of our team have a collective spirit. Our games never emphasize individuals. Before every game, we will say to each other: 'Let's play with a smile on our faces.'

Let’s go.’ This spirit has always inspired us.” Da Ben was selling success tips in front of the camera.

As for Mo Wen, before he had time to run back to the locker room, he was already surrounded by Chinese reporters from three floors outside.

"My feelings are excitement, excitement, and happiness. Forgive me, I really have no words to describe it. It's like - some people don't win at the starting line, but live at the end."

"Don't look at other people's smooth sailing on the surface. In fact, they are also having smooth sailing behind their backs."

The Chinese reporter who was ready to record the usual acceptance speech was immediately stunned. Is this really what a human said?

Who said this guy is Yao Ming's gentle, courteous and thrifty younger brother?

Mo Wen has played so many games in the dungeon. Although he has never won a final, it does not prevent him from calmly filling the cup at the moment.

The Pistons won the championship because it was not a difficult journey for him to join. With a relatively easy schedule, it is difficult to have the feeling of a championship-less veteran who has gone through hardships and finally achieved success.

A Chinese reporter asked an embarrassing question: "So Mo Wen, when do you plan to return to the team for training?"

Mo Wen chuckled, "It depends on how the Pistons' championship celebrations are arranged behind the scenes, and I also need a certain amount of rest. Of course, I have communicated this with coach Yunus on the phone, and he fully respects my decision."

Mo Wencai would not be like an obedient baby like Yao Ming, who would fly back to the team overnight after playing in the playoffs without even taking a breath.

The consequence of always being so obedient is that you have to follow the arrangements to participate in various leagues. In order to achieve better results, you have to drag Yao Ming into cup competitions. This uses Yao Ming as the male donkey of the production team.

Of course, Mo Wen is not as stubborn as Dazhi. He can communicate. He is different from Dazhi who was trained by Bayi since he was a child. He studied abroad at his own expense, and he can't afford the rewards within the system.

on his nostrils.

After a while, the awards podium was set up, and Stern, who was wearing a red tie, came on stage to deliver a speech.

"Congratulations to the Detroit Pistons for winning the NBA championship in the 2003-2004 season... In the past, the NBA was not the Bulls' NBA, and now, the NBA is not the Lakers' NBA. I believe the Pistons' victory will inspire more teams because they are starting to

I believe that as long as you have a dream, hope is not out of reach.”

Stern's speech lasted for three minutes, and the Pistons fans began to boo. The Jewish old man stopped and then motioned to the staff to deliver the O'Brien Trophy to the hands of Pistons owner Davidson.

Davis excitedly held the trophy high, enjoying the cheers of the fans in the audience, but before waiting 10 seconds, or maybe 5 seconds, the impatient Pistons players took the trophy away from Davison.

This is not to blame for their rudeness. After all, Davidson, who is only 1.75 meters tall, holding the trophy would have the illusion of handing the trophy to these tall Pistons players.

Not surprisingly, the FMVP was given to Billups with 21+3+5. Although Hamilton’s average of 21+4+5 per game is better, Billups’ performance in the game and actual shooting rate are both better.

is the better one.

Rashid averaged 13+8 per game in the finals, Ben averaged 10+13 per game, and Prince averaged 10+5+2 per game.

Mo Wen averaged 21 minutes per game in this finals, scoring 15 points, 4 rebounds, 3.3 assists and 2.1 steals. Looking at the data alone, he looked more like a starter than the three brothers above.

But Mo Wen's contribution on the defensive end is really not as great as the three brothers above. His statistics are only good because the opponents he faces are too bad.

However, this kind of terrifying data also makes him the strongest sixth man in the media in the past 20 years.

In the TNT studio, Isiah, then the general manager of the Knicks, made a bold statement that he would trade Mo Wen to the team and form the Knicks' "Three Musketeers" with Houston and Marbury. Other teams did not

There was a chance, because he and Dumas were close friends.

Not to mention whether others believe it or not, even Dolan, the owner of the Knicks who watched the live broadcast, did not believe it. The Knicks now want draft picks but no draft picks, potential players but no potential players. There are a bunch of highly paid veterans in their team. Unless Isiah is

He really took a bullet for Dumars, otherwise there would be no possibility of a trade with the Knicks.

Babcock, the Raptors' new general manager this year, couldn't help but want to call Bosh after seeing Bosh at the Pistons' home court.

Carter has already had a showdown with him and is making noises about leaving. This Chinese Mo seems to be very suitable to take his place.

Sixth man, averaging 15 points per game, small forward - isn't this the next Tracy McGrady?

Buy him! Buy him!

After the award ceremony, the players returned to the locker room for another round of interviews.

Hamilton took off his transparent mask and began a "false confession". "I have been waiting for Jordan to call me and congratulate me on getting a championship ring."

Ben almost stepped on Billups' son, "Hey, are you jealous that I won FMVP and want to murder my son?"

No one minded these jokes. Rasheed Wallace, who had always been a tough talker, said, "This memory will be treasured by me for the rest of my life."

However, Larry Brown is not among the happy people.

He was still dealing with media interviews hypocritically in front of the camera. Mo Wen even heard him thanking Carlisle.

"Winning the championship is a credit to the entire team, which makes us very excited. Here I would also like to thank my Carlisle and the players who were traded away from the Pistons. They are also the contributors to our championship."

After hearing this, many of the old Pistons players couldn't help but stiffen their expressions on their faces. This was not what the old man said during the team's training.

Larry Brown's ability to be hailed as a "famous coach" by the media is inseparable from his mouth. This old man is really good at showing people and sophistication in the scene.

Seeing Larry Brown still showing off his high emotional intelligence, Mo Wen and Milicic put on the prepared goggles, each took a bottle of champagne and sneaked up behind Larry Brown.

Billups and Hamilton noticed their figures, glanced at each other, and ran to the champagne box with perfect understanding. The Pistons' stingy boss prepared two boxes of frozen "Ace of Spades" for them.

There are 8 bottles in a box, 16 bottles in total. If you go late, you won’t have any fun!

At this time, Larry Brown was getting better at interviews. All kinds of golden sentences came out of his heart. Just when he was about to speak eloquently and eloquently, he did not notice that the reporter in front of him intentionally stepped back to follow him.

opened the distance.

Bang——

"Enjoy the victory, baby."

Mo Wen and Milicic shook the bottle with one hand and blocked the mouth of the bottle with their thumbs, leaving only a small gap, and sprayed champagne on Larry Brown's face.

Larry Brown, who was just in time to take a breath, directly "stormed inhalation", and the cold and dense alcohol foam penetrated into his trachea along his nostrils and mouth.

"Asshole... immoral thing... stop, WTF... don't spray it in my ear!"

Larry Brown wanted to yell out, but his respiratory tract was choked with water and it was difficult for him to say a complete word.

If Mo Wen and Milicic could be regarded as being targeted at the beginning, as other Pistons players reacted, a brief champagne melee ensued.

The great news is that Larry Brown is still the one receiving the most care.

Again, who in the Pistons doesn't have a personal grudge against Larry Brown?

Maybe there is one - Big Ben, but this guy is the one who likes to spray Larry Brown the most. He thinks this is a way to express his love and gratitude.

"Coach Larry Brown is really popular with the players."

"Yes, yes, who wouldn't like such a gentle coach who can get along with the players?"

"You see Coach Brown was moved to tears."

Larry Brown did cry. How could he not cry if he sprayed alcohol into his eyes?

He was crying, coughing, and had snot bubbles in his nose.

Alcohol irritated the nasal mucosa, and under the body's protective mechanism, a large amount of mucus emerged from Larry Brown's nasal cavity, eventually blowing up a large snot bubble outside his nose.

Under the shutter of the reporter's camera, a "world famous painting" "The Crying of Larry Brown" was born.

Larry Brown, who recovered after 5 minutes, was so angry that he wanted to jump up and fight Mo Wen and Milicic. However, in order to maintain the image he established in front of reporters, he could only bite his teeth into pieces and swallow it in his stomach.

"What a beautiful job you guys did!"

As a result, Larry Brown bit his back molars and forced a smile when he didn't smell the tissue handed to him.

He couldn't help but smile. Mo Wen hugged him directly in front of the camera, not looking at the monk's face but at the Buddha's face. For the sake of the media's image, he could only endure it.

"Look out, this old man has led us to win this year's championship, but this is not the end. He will also lead the Chinese team to win this year's Olympics like a game. Under his coaching, the Chinese team will

We will not lose a game until we win the championship! Anyone who thinks the U.S. team will lose a game is a slap in Coach Brown’s face!”

Mo Wen made a thumbs up with his right hand and hit Larry Brown on the chest, causing Larry Brown to cough violently again. The old man made a symbolic thumbs up and let the reporters take a few photos.

Just, quickly push away this bastard Mo Wen.

He was convinced. Mo Wen, this despicable bastard, had seized on the weakness of his daring to lose his temper in front of the media today and was trying to punish him to death.

If you can't afford to offend him, why can't you hide from him?

He found an opportunity and quickly found Herb Brown, took the spare clothes from his hand, and went into the team's toilet.

Mo Wen, who noticed Larry Brown's whereabouts, followed closely behind him secretly.

"Damn Chinese guys and European guys, Fake, despicable bastards, Lusser, I'm Fake, your whole family, just wait for me!"

In an empty restroom, Larry Brown cursed in the mirror.

"Ha, it seems I came at the wrong time, my dear Coach Brown!"

Mo Wen wore a cold smile, opened the toilet door, and then locked it.

"You bitch, you bastard, you know what you did tonight, you ruined... you ruined... you ruined everything!"

Larry Brown raised his hand and ran to Mo Wen aggressively.

"What did I ruin? Did I ruin the Pistons' championship or the team's image? I just ruined the performance of your dirty cousin. Hehe, don't be angry. I just treated us the way you normally do.

I took some of the stuff out and gave it back to you."

Larry Brown wanted to strangle Mo Wen's neck, but Mo Wen put his hand on his forehead and it was impossible for him to go any further. The difference in wingspan was clearly revealed at this moment.

"You are very angry, so what can you do to me? Oh, I guess you are thinking about how to keep me in the Pistons and then destroy me, just like you destroyed Dak, but this is fine, really

If you do this, your ugly true personality will be exposed."

Larry Brown opened his mouth and said "Oriental guy", and Mo Wen punched him in the stomach. The severe pain almost caused Larry Brown to vomit on the spot.

"You don't really think that I dare not touch you, huh, let me tell you, tonight this is just interest."

"In the future, I will peel off your disguise bit by bit, pull out your teeth, crush your throat, and drain your blood——"

"Enjoy your last good moments, old bastard."

(End of chapter)