Alan Houston couldn't stand such an insult and stood up first, when has the king of CIC been ridiculed like this. Van Gundy's words were indeed too vicious, he jumped up and just shouted a word, but he didn't want the phone to ring at this time.

"If you want to quarrel with me, you'd better answer the phone!" said Jeff Van Gundy, a strange look appeared on his face, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of hope.

Alan Houston glared at Van Gundy fiercely, picked up the phone and connected it, and yelled without asking: "I'm Alan Houston, if you don't have anything to disturb me at will, I'll break you and feed it to the dog, bastard, tell me who you are raising this son of a bitch?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, and then there was a sneer.

"You remember being Alan Houston?

Alan Houston's face changed and became a little stiff: "Pull... Lamar: What are you calling, do you want to humiliate me, too?" Truth be told, Alan Houston was still a little apprehensive when he said these words, and he knew Lamar's dog temper very well.

It was Lamar who called, and since he couldn't get into the fight himself, he didn't want to ignore it completely. So taking advantage of the halftime break, Lamar couldn't help but make a phone call. There's only so much Lamar can do now, and the rest is up to Alan Houston himself.

"Do you still need to be humiliated by others? You yourself are already like this, you are a lost dog at all, and no one wants to humiliate a lost dog! It is only you who really humiliate you, it is you who make yourself so low, and you have lowered the standards of your teammates around you. ”

"What did you say?" Alan Houston, of course, didn't want to be taunted by Lamar like that, so he roared loudly to cover up his weakness: "Bastard, don't think you can humiliate me this way." ”

"Is this a humiliation? You broke your promise and deserved such a punishment. ”

"Really?" said Alan Houston Bella Mar for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Who came to me that day and told me to hand over the team to you? Is this how our mid-pitcher repays my trust? The most ridiculous thing is that I would choose to believe you, believe in a guy like you! Look at your own performance in the first half, it's not even ****. A person like you can only be a third-rate player even if he survives in the NBA, and that big contract of hundreds of millions of dollars is simply fed to the dog's belly!" Lamar paused when he said this, obviously combining the next language of the word, Lamar knew that blindly scolding would also make this guy look bad: "Remember! Alan Houston, you only have one chance now, a chance to prove you, and prove that your commitment to me is not a ****!"

Lamar hung up the phone without waiting for Alan Houston's reaction.

There was only one person left in the locker room, and the red eyes of the Zhongtou King were panting, like a hungry wolf who would choose someone at any time. After a long time, Alan Houston suddenly sneered, and his eyes looked at the group of stunned Knicks players.

"Do you know who called?" Alan Houston continued to sneer, and he didn't have to wait too long for his teammates to give an answer: "It's Lamar! Lamar bastard!"

As soon as Lamar's name was heard, there was a hint of excitement on the faces of the Knicks players, and now Lamar is not only a leader on the court for the Knicks players, but also a spiritual pillar.

Alan Houston ignored everyone's reaction and continued: "He said my performance was a bunch of ****. That's right, I think so too, but your performance isn't even ****. He gave me a chance to prove myself, and you only have one chance. If we don't want to be dragged out and slaughtered by that guy when he comes back, if we don't want to be looked down upon by him, it's time for us to do something, we don't have time!"

"Alain is right. Chauncey Billups knew it was time for him to step up: "We're a full eighteen points behind now, and we're really running out of time. If you don't want Lamar to come back and see a down-and-out Knicks, you're going to have to fight hard! Of course, if you don't care at all, you can continue to mess around like you did in the first half. ”

"Fight, Nix!"

After saying that, Billups kicked the door open with a big kick, and then the first one walked out, followed by the Knicks player without saying a word. Seeing that everyone was gone, Jeff Van Gundy wiped the sweat from his forehead and took out his mobile phone to broadcast a number.

After the phone was connected, he didn't wait for the other party to speak, so he said with great grievance: "Lamar! If you have to act in the future, you might as well find another partner!"

Lamar on the other end of the phone smiled, "I'm looking forward to the changes in the second half! Jeff, I'm sure you can get rid of those bastards." ”

After saying just one word, the two of them hung up at the same time.

Van Gundy sighed and said to himself, "It seems that I overacted a little bit just now." Those swear words are disgusting!"

The second half is about to begin. The Nets will walk out of the tunnel and be greeted with deathly serenity, no boos or cheers. The fans didn't seem to even want to look at them, and all eyes were on the players' tunnel at the other end of the pitch, as if they were waiting for something.

Jason Kidd smiled, turned back to Kenyon Martin and said, "They seem to have thrown in the towel, and now even their fans don't support them." There is no suspense in this game anymore, maybe it won't be long before the game will enter the garbage stage. ”

"To be honest, it wasn't really interesting. Our opponent today is too weak!" Kenyon Martin also looked bored: "It's a pity! I was still thinking of fighting Lamar again! I don't know when the next opportunity will be?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the scene seemed to be ignited by something, and the fans, who had been quiet as if they were holding a vigil, all stood up, and the expressions on their faces became colorful.

"Cowards, don't let us be humiliated anymore!"

"Get out of here!"

"We don't want you cowards, we just want Lamar!"

There was a burst of scolding as if it had been planned for a long time, and the whole arena suddenly became extremely noisy.

"Fight! Knicks!" The king of the pitch raised his head to the sky in the face of such a depressing atmosphere.

"Fight! Knicks!" shouted the Knicks player behind him.

At this time, the fans at the scene were completely stunned, and everyone looked at the re-appeared Knicks players in amazement. The scene was so familiar, and they vaguely felt that the person at the front of the line actually had Lamar's shadow.

"Fight! Knicks!" another roar!

This time, not only the Knicks players behind Alan Houston are echoing, but even some fans can't help but shout.

"Fight!

There was a roar like a tsunami, and some of the Nets players couldn't help but tremble their legs.

"Are these guys really unbeatable?" Kidd's eyebrows furrowed.

Kenyon Martin didn't care at all: "It's so far behind, what are you going to do on the field if you can win the game with two shouts? Don't worry, they can't turn the sky with me!"

The two of them were talking, but they didn't think that Alan Houston had already walked in front of them, and a pair of red eyes like hungry wolves made people shudder when they looked at them.

"Don't be complacent too early, our Knicks are going to win this game!" Houston turned around and left without looking at Kidd and Martin's faces. Kidd, who was behind him, was also taken aback by Houston's hideous face at first, and when he reacted, he said disdainfully: "What's the use of being hard-mouthed? The referee won't give you extra points because of your stubbornness." ”

The game restarted, Kidd dribbled forward, and just after half-time Martin reached out to him for the ball.

"Kenyon! I look very bad at the look in the eyes of these guys. ”

Martin received the ball, and just as he wanted to say something, he felt threatened, and subconsciously moved the ball behind him, and then he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, it was McDyce. If it wasn't for Martin's subconscious act of protecting the ball just now, I'm afraid the ball would have been in McDyce's hands by now.

McDyce couldn't help but feel a pang of chagrin, he had already grasped the timing of the shot just now. Unexpectedly, he still lost to Martin's sixth sense, but chagrin did not mean discouragement, and soon he regrouped, took a step forward, opened his arms, and hugged Martin tightly, almost taking Martin into his arms.

Sensing McDyce's urgency, Martin couldn't help frowning. He could feel that McDyce was clearly different from the first half, and even the defense was so aggressive.

"Now so desperately, old fellow, are you sure you can hold out until the end of the game? I don't want to see you cripple yourself by then. This sentence was clearly a satire of McDyce's performance at the beginning of the first half.

When McDyce heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly retracted, but his body moved forward a little more, compressing Martin's activity space smaller and smaller!

"Damn it!" Martin cursed, eager to keep his spot. In the face of the old spicy McDyes, Martin does not have any advantage in strength, although Martin is a muscular jumping man, but Martin has never belonged to the strength type of the inside. After a series of back-to-back singles, Martin was stopped by McDyce, and seeing that there was not much time left to attack, he could only choose to pass the ball back.

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