"If that's the case, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!" Mutembo walked to the sideline and lay down on the ground, waiting for the team doctor to treat him. 23S. Fastest update

Seeing that Mutembo seemed to be bent on going his own way, Larry Brown was anxious: "I'm the head coach, I'm here for your good! You still have a long career, if you play now, it will ruin you! You're useless, I won't let you play." ”

"I'll regret it if I don't play!" Mutymbo shouted, "This game is very important for me, I have to play, even if I die on it, I will cover the opponent's ball!"

In the face of such a strong Mutembo, the old coach is very pleased, but Larry also has his own persistence, once he is strong, he can't accept the AI!

"Look at what I'm doing, don't take him to the locker room to deal with him!" Larry Brown dared to press on the bench even if he was an AI, let alone Mutembo. The veteran's prestige in the team cannot be questioned.

"Mr. Larry Brown!, isn't it?" the team doctor was clearly infected by Mutembo's fighting spirit.

"What is it? I'm not crazy! I'm still the head coach in this team! I'm on this day, it's me here! Not yet?"

Larry Brown didn't give the team doctor a chance to answer: "Go ahead! If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility." ”

The scene on the 76ers' bench was noticed only by a handful of people, and most people's attention was drawn to the madman on the court.

Lamar was even more crazy at this point, he scored like crazy, he made crazy tackles, he pounced on the audience for a ball, and he would save from the inside to block for defense, and fan Coleman's must-score goal away.

In just a few minutes, it was like a round of hell for the players on the 76ers. Having lost their leader, and then their spiritual master, they are now like a bunch of walking corpses that have had their souls drained. After a few frenzied fights by Lamar, they were defeated without even putting up resistance.

It's been a long time since you've seen Lamar score like this, and the last time was against the San Antonio Spurs. But this time it was clearly different, it was for the team's victory, and now Lamar is more just venting.

"That bastard, while I'm not there, actually stole all the limelight!" the AI sat behind the bench and muttered something, but his eyes kept on the form of the field.

"Huh!"

Lamar threw in another three-pointer, and after landing, he glanced at the AI. The provocation is obvious!

By the end of the first quarter, the Knicks had extended their lead to ten.

"All right, guys, you're doing a great job. Jeff Van Gundy clapped his hands and welcomed each of his disciples, and in his opinion the game had been won. It's not perfect, but revenge succeeds.

Although the score is large, the interest of the Knicks players is not very high. Lamar is due to Mutembo's injury, while others are influenced by Lamar.

"Glad you are, you've suppressed your opponents. ”

"What's the joy of suppressing a soulless opponent?" Lamar fiercely covered his face with the towel handed by the staff, looking very frustrated.

Jeff Van Gundy didn't care either, and said with a smile: "No matter what, you did suppress the Philadelphia 76ers. The big picture of this game has been decided, so what is the use of Mutymbo playing again?

"Huh!"

With another goal from Lamar, the game was completely out of suspense. Mutembo has not been able to beat the iron-blooded old coach either.

At the end of the game, the entire Madison Square Garden arena was in a state of boiling. All the Knicks players rushed up first, and the huge body of Darm Porter, who was running at the front, knocked Lamar and Chauncey to the ground at once, and then the other players also pressed on them.

The fans in New York also went crazy and poured into the stadium, and at the moment no one cared about the 76ers' players anymore. In this alliance where the winner is king, the loser is the loser, and there is not a trace of sympathy for the loser. Their only right is to leave in disgrace without anyone noticing, and silently lick their wounds in a place where no one else can find them, and prepare for future revenge.

It's just that the last time it was the Knicks who was injured, this time it became the 76ers.

Lamar was pinned down by his teammates, and he found the AI through the gaps in the crowd.

Bitter smile! There was no other expression on the AI's face at the moment except a bitter smile. Because he knows that from now on, the 76ers may not be able to suppress the Knicks anymore, people's hearts are scattered, and fear has been buried deep in the hearts of his teammates who are not successful. Even if his body recovers to its best condition, it will not be possible for a person like Lamar to give him the slightest chance to stab an enemy in the body, and no matter how powerful this enemy will become in the future, it will not be possible to pose a threat to him. Is it that their own time has passed?

The AI's mouth moved slightly, and no one knew what he was muttering. He didn't want anyone to know. Taking a deep breath, the AI turned his head and walked towards the player's tunnel on crutches, as for the sentence he left behind, I am afraid only he knows.

"Lamar! I'll lead the 76ers back for revenge!"

Lamar didn't know what the AI was, and the joy of the moment when he won was that the lonely figure suddenly disappeared without a trace with the departure of the AI. Lamar's heart seemed to be hollowed out at the moment, and he didn't know that feeling, but after the victory over the Philadelphia 76ers, he actually felt a trace of loss. Is it a pity that there is no opponent?

"In the end, it was the great New York Knicks who won! Our hero, our pride, Lamar, the son of New York, who used his magic to drive all of New York crazy! Victory belongs to the great New York Knicks!"

The DJs at the scene roared wildly, causing a burst of shouts among the fans, and everyone was lively like a carnival, celebrating wantonly, as if they had won the championship.

It's just that Lamar felt that all this seemed to be far away from him, and this strange feeling surprised him very much.

"Shouldn't I be happy!? But why do I feel this way in my heart?"

With confusion, Lamar brushed aside his teammates who were pressing on him, stood up and walked to the sideline alone, ignoring the shouts of the people around him.

Lamar was still walking down the tunnel with his head down, completely oblivious to the two men standing in front of him. One with a microphone in his hand and the other with a camera on his shoulder, could be guessed that the two men must be reporters.

Seeing that Lamar was about to collide with the reporter with the microphone, the reporter spoke.

"Mr. Lamar Odom, can you delay a few minutes for my interview?"

Lamar was stunned, he was a little distracted just now, and he didn't notice that there was still someone standing in front of him. As soon as he heard the interview, he instinctively got bored in his heart! It may be that he was born like this, and he has never had a good impression of reporters since he came. In my previous life, it was those damn paparazzi who made their lives a mess. When I was in Los Angeles last year, it was also the media's unreliable speculation and fabrication that turned myself and Kobe Bryant against each other.

Those memories were like a kind of vaccine that went deep into the bone marrow, and he instinctively rejected any journalist.

Lamar just wanted to refuse, and even wanted to push aside the reporter who had caused trouble for him. But suddenly found that the microphone held by the reporter was carrying the icon of "Basketball Weekly" (although he didn't know it, Lamar knew that it was a Chinese character), and then looked at the reporter's appearance of a typical Chinese face.

Unlike the obscenity of the Japanese and the meanness of the Koreans, the appearance of the Chinese can be clearly recognized everywhere. There were several American reporters next to him, and there were also beautiful women among them, and they were all looking at the Oriental and Lamar with cold eyes. Of course, they also wanted to go up and interview the biggest hero of the game, but at the sight of Lamar's cold face, these people flinched.

Although there are journalists where there is danger, there is still an interesting fear of Lamar as a dangerous journalist, and the same is true for interviews at press conferences. Don't joke with your life at this time!

They were all waiting, waiting for Lamar to throw the ill-fated yellow-skinned monkey aside. But Lamar's poor reaction blew up the lens cap on their shoulders.

“ese？！”

The Chinese reporter saw Lamar stop, his face full of incredulity. Because he just stopped Lamar with the mentality of trying it out, he didn't expect Lamar to stop talking to himself!

"Yes, I'm a basketball reporter for China Central Television's sports channel, my name is Yangyi, and I want to interview you a few words. Before he knew it, he had stepped into his own role, which made the American reporters next to him who stretched out their ears and wanted to take advantage of him itch their teeth.

"Yes! But it's better not to take five minutes!" Because it was a Chinese relationship, Lamar could only resist his impatience and agreed to overflowing request.

Seeing Lamar's promise, he couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy, and it seemed that he also knew Lamar's temper. He was also a little apprehensive when he stopped Lamar just now, after all, the temper of this basketball genius is no different from that of a mad dog, and after stabilizing his mood a little, he began to ask: "Isn't it a little different to establish such a big lead in the third quarter of the game, and the target is still your old enemy?" (To be continued. )