basketball never sleeps

Chapter 76 I didn’t bring gloves, you have to be careful

"So the blindfolded free throw you took before halftime was really not a provocation?" a white reporter asked, holding up the microphone.

"Why should I provoke? I just received a championship ring here, and the person standing in front of me is also my former brother. I have very "good" memories here. Do you think I need to provoke anyone?

"

Mo Wen said rationally in front of the microphone.

"But of course Jordan's free throw with his eyes closed was in response to Mutombo who provoked him. How do you explain this?" The white reporter was still reluctant to give up.

"This cannot be generalized. You have to know that 30 points in halftime is a great record, but it is a bit cruel for the Pistons. In order to thank this city, I blindfolded myself. At the same time, as a professional player, I must

I have to be responsible for my salary, so I also executed the free throw seriously. As you can see, I left the fate of this ball to God."

Mo Wen put on a polite and warm smile and said the answer he had prepared long ago.

The white reporter wanted to ask another question, but was stopped by the press officer behind Mo Wen, and turned to the reporter next to him to start asking questions.

Most of the reporters asked questions from very tricky angles, asking about his conflict with Larry Brown, about his previous conflicts within the Pistons, and about his reasons for leaving the Pistons.

Even though Mo Wen was prepared, he almost let it slip.

Fortunately, the big shark next to him helped him share most of the firepower.

O'Neal, who was supposed to be the protagonist of this press conference, was not jealous of Mo Wen's popularity. Instead, he praised Mo Wen with admiration.

"Yes, Mo is the most amazing second-year player I have ever seen. He feels to me like one of those players destined for greatness. If the Lakers had drafted him last year, last year's FMVP trophy would probably still have been Shaq's."

He really admired Mo Wen. In the previous finals, many Lakers coaching staff lamented many times that not signing Mo Wen during the draft was the biggest mistake of the Lakers last year.

Although Luke Walton, who was selected by the Lakers in the second round last year, is also a player with a high basketball IQ, he is still far behind Mo Wen, who was able to overwhelm the entire Lakers bench last season by himself.

He has lost weight this year. The team has players like Wade, whose singles and impact are as good as Kobe's, and players like Mo Wen, who has both shooting and organizational skills. Although the substitute is not very good, he is

At least he was able to see past it. All this gave O'Neal, who wanted to show his results to Los Angeles, hope.

After this game, the Heat rarely have three days of rest. According to the schedule, the Heat will not have such ample rest time until before Christmas, so Van Gundy also rarely gave the players a day off.

Mo Wen did not fly back with the team, but went to Milicic's house to stay for a day.

This young man who wanted to lose weight but failed to gain weight has recently gained weight due to a bad mood and uncontrolled eating. He is now close to 125 kilograms. He is the smaller Yao Ming. This is because he trains with the team every day and often goes to the boxing gym to add weight.

The result of practice.

"You can apply to Dumas to play in the NBDL. At the same time, find a nutritionist and a dedicated coach to lose weight. With your physique of 115 kilograms, it will be enough for you to compete."

"But Mr. Dumas said that the quality of the NBDL is not as high as the quality of the team's training games."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. How long can you play in training games now? How much possession of the ball can you have? If you go to NBDL, you will definitely be the core of the team with your pick. If you just practice your personal skills here without competition, you will

It’s useless.”

Mo Wen is very clear about the thoughts of these managers. Many managers are actually unwilling to send high-ranking rookies to the NBDL, because whether they are holding back or playing in the NBA but not playing, there will always be confident players.

The team believes in the talent of high-ranking players, trades them back and tries to develop them themselves.

If you put it on the NBDL and it doesn't come out, it's really a bad game.

"With your strength, you can't be the NBDL's O'Neal but you can also be the NBDL's Ewing. When you play there, let Human help you report a minor injury and then hide. Then you'll wait."

The trade news would be great. The Pistons lack big men who can guard Shaq this year. If they want to win the championship, they can't keep holding on to you."

After Milicic made it clear that he did not want to renew his contract with the Pistons in the future, Dumas could no longer fantasize about cultivating Milicic as a core player. The only thing he could do was to stop the loss in time.

"So boss, will you always play for the Heat in the future?" Milicic asked hopefully.

"No, I will find a team of my own - if you want to embrace me, just work hard to grow."

Mo Wen shook his head. The Heat is a good city, but it will not be his destination. Riley is a good general manager for the team, but not for the players. His cold-bloodedness and rationality have been ruined by many things later.

Proved.

It's okay to cooperate with him, but it would be stupid to be loyal to him.

Mo Wen, who thought about taking another day off to watch the battle at the Palace of Auburn Hills, was finally recalled by the coaching staff's "Eighteen Gold Medals."

After O'Neal returns, the team's tactics will definitely need to be adjusted in real time.

As the team's current top organizer and unpaid tactical assistant, it is impossible for the coaching staff to let Mo Wen miss.

Like the Pistons' coaching staff, the Heat's coaching staff also focuses more of their talents on defensive tactics. When it comes to defense, they are very clear-cut. When it comes to offensive tactics, it is just a matter of chance. Most of the time, it depends on the players' personal abilities.

Historically, the Heat's offensive tactics have been chaotic in the two seasons of the Eastern Conference Finals and the championship. Fan's offensive tactics changed like that of Xiao Fan, but they could not find a truly clear core and style of play until the team's performance deteriorated.

In the end, Riley couldn't see it anymore and took over as the team's coach. After clarifying Wade's absolute core position in tactics, the Heat slowly got on the right track.

However, compared to Larry Brown, Van Gundy has one advantage. Although he is also stubborn, he can at least be reasonable.

In the Heat's conference room, the Heat's coaching staff discussed it with core players all afternoon. O'Neal and Wade couldn't help but go out for training. Mo Wen could only stay in the room and drink coffee, thinking of taking advantage of the situation.

"When Shaq is away, we play fast breaks. When Mo is away, we play the triangle offense. When Wade is gone, we play high pick-and-rolls. When the starters are on the court, we open up space and take turns to play one-on-one or casually. First, determine the core tactics.

, let’s improve it slowly.”

After discussing for a long time, Stan Van Gundy patted the table and finally finalized the core issues. On the blackboard, he circled a few core tactics that Mo Wen had written when he entered the conference room.

Mo Wen, who was a little numb, yawned and clapped with the others.

The matter of working part-time was really made clear to them. They spent more than a dozen cups of coffee in the afternoon and just discussed one of his words.

Or it could be that NBA bosses are really easy to make money, and many members of the coaching staff rarely ask for leave, for fear that after a period of rest, the boss will find that the team can still win without this person.

"Would you like to watch the Pistons-Pacers game tonight?"

Da Fan looked at Mo Wen, who had been touching fish in the office for a long time, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he sent out an invitation to work overtime.

Mo Wen paused, as if there was no point in watching it alone at home, and then he left behind Wade and O'Neal who were about to go home.

"What's there to see? We just beat the Pistons, and Jermaine can't beat the great Shaq. What's there to see about two destined losers?"

O'Neal complained as he lay on the sofa.

He does have this confidence, because O'Neal Jr. has never been able to raise his head against O'Neal every time in his career. Not only was his scoring suppressed every time he played against O'Neal, but his shooting percentage was also very miserable. O'Neal played against O'Neal's team.

At that time, Ou's shooting percentage was over 56%, while Ou's shooting percentage was only 39% when faced with the inside guarded by O'Fat.

"Then who else do you think you can see in the east?" Mo Wen asked.

O'Neal rubbed his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a team that could be his opponent.

"So it seems like we are invincible?"

Hearing O'Neill's words, everyone in the screening room couldn't help laughing.

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On November 19th, the inertia of history brought two fateful teams together again today at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

The Pacers brought back the hatred of last season's Eastern Conference Finals defeat, while the Pistons continued to use their experience in winning the Eastern Conference Finals.

It stands to reason that O'Brien did not suffer a torn ligament injury like he suffered in the Eastern Conference Finals historically, and the two teams did not play particularly dirty in the playoffs, so the conflict should not be that big.

But Larry Brown is not satisfied with the team's current record of 4 wins and 3 losses. Before the game, he particularly emphasized the issue of "defense", making this confrontation full of intensity from the first ball.

The Pacers, who had already completed their lineup, were not as at the mercy of others as they were last season. They had a record of 6 wins and 2 losses while Miller was recuperating and O'Brien and Artest took turns taking turns with minor injuries. This is also

Their "most promising year yet".

Sure enough, the Pacers suppressed the Pistons at home from the first quarter. Artest, the "Avenger", imitated Mo Wenye and finished the first quarter with 16 points, giving Prince the kid an elbow.

Mo Wen left him in a daze during the game, but Artest gave him a bruised elbow and a swollen face in this game.

Comprehensive physical and moral training

The Pacers' point guard Tinsley also performed superbly in the half, grabbing 5 steals. In the first half, the Pistons trailed the Pacers by 20 points.

"The Pistons are also suffering from championship disease. Don't worry, they will have to lose for a while to recover."

O'Neal stretched out and looked at the game on the screen with a bored look on his face.

"Champion disease, what is that disease?" Wade asked in confusion.

"A disease that you will most likely get after winning the championship." O'Neal thought for a long time, forgot what the Zen Master said at the beginning, and replied perfunctorily.

Wade:???

"Most people are chasing championships, and only a few people are chasing more championships. Do you understand?"

Mo Wen, who was kind-hearted, helped Wade answer the question.

"Ah, yes, yes, that's what I mean."

O'Neill was very satisfied with this explanation and stretched out his hand to give Mo Wen a high-five.

Caught in the middle, Wade: That's enough for you two!

In the second half, the Pistons became more and more aggressive in order to chase points, but the point difference was kept at around 15 points by the Pacers.

Mo Wen took a look at the referee on the field. He was really the referee who had officiated their previous game!

Under his ignorance, the game gradually broke away from the scope of playing football.

Everyone hated "bald" Crawford and felt that his strict whistleblowing made the game fragmented and ugly.

But it is undeniable that this kind of referee still has some effect on maintaining the rationality of the scene.

At the end of the 6th minute of the fourth quarter, Hamilton, an old silver coin, secretly elbowed Tinsley in the back when he returned to the court. Tinsley was directly elbowed to the ground. Mo Wen could see it clearly. This was a purely venting move.

Elbow, because at this time and this point difference, it is basically impossible to catch up with the Pistons' scoring ability.

Fifteen years from now, Hamilton will probably be suspended for this elbow.

At this time, the "smart" referee just called a no-ball foul.

Wade directly cursed at the side, "Shit referee."

In a defensive round less than two minutes before the end of the game, Ben didn't hold back when blocking Artest and directly knocked the stupid young man under the basket.

And the referee didn't call it directly.

"Now you can find a 'lucky guy' and fuck him, these cousins ​​raised him!"

Watching the game coming to an end, Reggie Miller in a suit whispered to Artest passing by on the sidelines.

Artest nodded and glanced around with a fierce look.

He picked his target quickly.

Then Mo Wen saw the inertia of history. In the last minute, during Ben's layup, Artest suddenly came out of the kill and pushed Ben who was still in the air.

Daben, who lost his balance and almost fell down, became angry at that time.

"You bastard, what the hell do you want to do? Are you looking for death!?"

Ben pushed Artest and made a gesture as if he wanted to fight.

The referee, who had been dull for the whole game, finally became more sensitive this time, and instantly entered the battlefield, blew his whistle, and pulled Artest away.

The players reacted quickly, and the players from the two teams quickly got together.

"This is interesting. Do you want to fight?"

O'Neal, who had a flat mouth at first, immediately became energetic when he saw this scene.

Mo Wen also frowned. If we could have a fight at this time, it would be a good thing for the NBA.

Players fight and fans watch and have fun, so it's not a big problem.

But what is a bit disappointing is that the players of both teams are still restrained. After all, no one wants to fight another irrelevant battle when the game is about to end. It would be too much to say that they would be suspended and fined.

A loss of tens of thousands of dollars.

And just when everyone was "a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything", Artest found a good place - the technical bench.

There he could lie down and watch the passionate exchanges between teammates and Pistons players. Everyone had endured it and now had a lot to say.

The technical statisticians had never seen anything like this before. They looked at Artest with a wry smile. One brave female statistician even reached out and touched Artest's abdominal muscles.

Artest even had the interest to give the female statistician a smile that he thought was charming.

"Do an exclusive interview with me later, Ron." Mark, the Pacers' team reporter, also extended an invitation to him.

"We can't fight anymore, it's boring!" When he saw Ben and Artest separated, O'Neal realized that the dispute was over.

However, as soon as O'Neal finished speaking, a drink glass filled with cold beer fell from the stands.

In front of the TV and under the astonished eyes of everyone in the audience, Artest, who was ignited by the cold beer and was angry, stood up and took a long stride and rushed towards the stands.

Chaos occurred as it always does in history.

However, this time Artest saw the culprit who threw the beer at him.

Feeling the chaos in the stands, Milicic, standing at the back of the Pistons, suddenly thought of something.

Mo Wen taught him ten "Hidden Rules for Players with High Emotional Intelligence" before leaving the Pistons, and he seemed to remember one of them about fans.

"Article 10 of the unspoken rules for players with high emotional intelligence: Don't attack fans in places other than the Internet. Don't provoke fans with behaviors other than words and special celebrations. If someone dares to attack your fans, use your fists."

Teach them a lesson without reasoning."

To be honest, like Mo Wen, Milicic is disgusted with Larry Brown, not the Pistons. Although many fans call him the nickname "Human Victory Cigar" which makes him very unhappy. But when he won the championship before

, Pistons fans also cheered for him.

Pistons fans can also be considered my fans, right?

Artest has entered, Wu Sheng has entered, Xiao Ou...

Suddenly, Mo Wen seemed to see someone appearing in the camera who shouldn't have been there.

Milicic, who was 213, crossed the half court, bypassed the players who were huddled in a group, pulled Ou, who was angry and wanted to enter, and punched him right in the face.

"Martial Saint" Jackson, who originally killed seven in and seven out, did not harm the innocent fans at this time, but started a bastard fistfight with Ben's brother. Milicic saw his jersey and choked him with his big hand.

He grabbed the back of Jackson's neck, and before he could resist the attack, Milicic pulled him over and gave him another side hook on the chin.

Artest, who noticed the movement here, turned around and looked over. Wu Sheng's eyes had already turned white. He was stunned for a moment, then half-angry and half-cowardly, he let go of John Green (the one who threw the beer) in his hand, and turned around.

Come and put on a boxing stance.

Seeing Artest's professional posture (Artest's father is a soldier and a semi-professional boxer), Milicic was also stunned for a moment. Did he meet a colleague?

"I didn't bring any gloves, so be careful."

Milicic reminded seriously.

"Who are you trying to scare, Fake Squid!"

After a few rounds, Milicic broke Artest's nose at the cost of an eye bubble and a corner of his mouth.

When Artest covered his face and fell to the ground, the farce seemed to have been paused.

After watching the show for a long time, the security guard finally came to his senses and realized his job, and began to clear the field - pulling away the players who had no intention of fighting, and comforting and evacuating the affected fans.

The dedicated photographer focused the lens on their tall "hero" and took a close-up of Milicic's injured face.

"hero!"

I don’t know who shouted it first, and then the whole stadium applauded and cheered.

Hamilton rushed into the stands, stood next to Milicic as if announcing the outcome of a boxing match, and raised his fists stained with blood from Artest's nose.

I have a fever again, so I will send out 5k first. I probably won’t be able to code after taking the medicine, and I will send out the rest tomorrow morning.

(End of chapter)