Lamar didn't care much about this, and said indifferently: "What's the use of being good or not? The final result of the game has to be fought on the field to count, and everything else is shit! Even if that big-mouthed Cuban praises his team to the sky, he can't organize me to tear it to shreds!"

Originally, when Lamar first returned to New York, Van Gundy was still a little worried about his haggard appearance, for fear that he would not be able to play his strength on the court. But now that it seemed that Lamar had recovered from Vanessa's nourishment after all these days of rest, his worries were a little unnecessary.

"So we're going to the press conference now?"

"What else are you going to do? Mr. Cuban if he wants to have a good time on the mouth! Let's spend more time on the court. Wouldn't it be more interesting to have Cuban slap himself in the mouth when it's time for the game?"

Without waiting for Van Gundy to answer, Lamar waved to his teammates: "You guys, come with me to the stadium for training now, Gilbert!

Arenas had a bitter face, not knowing which evil star he had collided with today, why someone couldn't get along with him early in the morning: "But shouldn't we go to the press conference now?"

"That kind of thing just let Darrell and Jeff go and we'll go to training. Look at the fat on your body, I haven't been here for the past two days, you guys have already finished all the nightclubs in the Big Apple?

Van Gundy watched Lamar go away, and couldn't help but squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Lamar, you bastard is really insidious! Wait for me! I won't go to any press conference." ”

At this time, the faces of the old Nelson and the team owner "Big Mouth" Cuban, who were waiting at the press conference, were already entangled. They've been waiting for this place for over an hour, and the team's boss, Michael Finley, is constantly moving his ass. It's really hard for him to sit in one place for so long and still hold on.

In the end, under the protests of Cuban, the press conference could only be held in the absence of the entire Knicks team. Oh, by the way, the Knicks still have people, at least Knicks general manager Darrell Morey, the big white fat man, is still there.

However, looking at the faces of the reporters, it is clear that the reporters are not very interested in the Dallas Mavericks, although they are also a strong team in the NBA.

Kuban snatched the microphone with a gloomy face, and before the reporter could ask a question, a whole bunch of slang from the American countryside popped up: "This is disgusting, who do those New Yorkers think they are? We actually threw ourselves in this place! Their behavior is simply an insult to us, don't they know how precious every second of our lives is?"

"Damn the Knicks, I know they must be cowardly! That's why they didn't dare come to us. I forgive them for their cowardly behavior, but they feel better when they get to the stadium. We're going to show them how big the world-class and second-rate are! and they're going to pay the price for what they do today. I swear they will! I'm going to let my team tear them to shreds on the field!"

Cuban spoke for half an hour, and finally when he was breathing, a reporter interjected: "May I ask Mr. Cuban, do you mean that tomorrow's game Dallas Mavericks will win?"

When old Nelson heard this, his ears pricked up. This reporter obviously has bad intentions, this is digging a hole for Kuban, who has lost his mind, the old fox just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Of course! Our team is the strongest. We're invincible Texas cowboys, and we're not going to let them feel good! In fact, we've got victory in our pockets like candy. ”ad_250_left();

If old Nelson had a mace in his hand now, he would not hesitate to stuff it into Kuban's big mouth. Now who in the entire league dares to say that they can win against the New York Knicks? Not a single one!

Although the Mavericks had a good record last season and successfully reached the playoffs. But in the three meetings with the Knicks in the regular season, the Mavericks all failed without exception. If you have to be more serious, the strength of the two teams is still the Knicks who have the upper hand.

What's more, the Knicks have now gone through a summer of repairs, and the lineup has become even stronger! At this time, saying that he will definitely win, isn't this looking for guilt? Everyone knows that Lamar, the leader of the Knicks, is a master who will take revenge.

Cuban's big mouth kept talking, and old Nelson only felt dizzy, and his heart kept wailing: "Let me faint!"

The Kuban tirade was over, but before it was over, the guy stood up and waved his arms and shouted, "Long live Dallas!"

The reporters in the audience applauded, not because they were infected by Kuban's rhetoric, but because they had not encountered such a cooperative fool for a long time. This guy is so cute that it's bubbling, and now the news material is all there.

"Mark Cuban, do you really mean that?" Lamar frowned as he looked at his Chinese friend, the reporter.

In Lamar's previous life, although the Kuban person is fucked, he should never be such an impulsive master!

If this is the true temperament of the Kuban, then such a guy can make a fortune, and God's girl is too fucking bastard.

Yang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said with a little regret: "That's right, that's what he said, and he said that he would let you die without a place to bury." It's a pity that the time of the press conference is a bit short, otherwise this guy might really be able to break some big news!"

"Straight down, Lamar, how do you respond to Mr. Kuban's provocation?"

Yang Yi still hasn't forgotten his work, he's here today to get something out of Lamar's mouth.

The morning press conference was overflowing, and as Lamar's friend and new Knicks fan, he was also disgusted by the hubris of the big-mouthed Cuban. Now he wondered how Lamar would fight back.

"Response?" Lamar sneered and said, "Okay! You tell Cuban for me, and when the game is over, he'll know who's the king of the league!" As for the candy he put in his pocket, I advise him to see it clearly, it's not candy or rat. ”

"And what do you think about the game?"

Lamar smiled mysteriously and said a little incomprehensibly: "You'll know when the game is over." ”

Every time the two teams collided, fierce sparks erupted, most famously Lamar's throat-slitting incident. Of course, Cuban's big mouth also added a lot of color to the fierce clash between the two teams.

It wasn't the first time the first regular-season game had been held at Madison Garden, but this one was clearly a lot livelier than the previous opener.

The ball market is so hot, of course, it is indispensable to Mark Cuban.

However, fans and reporters in attendance kept putting Lamar and his Knicks first, and threw Cuban's Dallas cattle aside. This made Cuban furious, and shouted again into the media camera: "We're not here to be a foil, I'm going to make Lamar look good on the court." ”

But who cares about his barking at this point? All eyes are on Lamar, whether Cuban wants him or not, and the Mavericks are a supporting role.

The time for the evening game finally arrived, and the Madison Garden Arena, home of the New York Knicks, was packed. As far as the eye can see, the fans who come here are wearing the uniform of the new Knicks uniform, which invisibly adds a touch of beautiful scenery to the stadium.

"I love these lovely fans, but I hate the nicknames they gave me!" Van Gundy resented the nickname that the New York fans had nicknamed him Vulture.

Lamar looked at Van Gundy's stinky face and couldn't help but smile: "Okay, Jeff! stop complaining, at least it shows that you still have a lot of status in the hearts of the fans, otherwise they wouldn't have thought of giving you a nickname." ”

"Okay, but I'm going to talk to those guys when I go back, and I must change my nickname! Why are your nicknames so powerful and cute, and mine to be like this?"

Lamar was tempted to say to Van Gundy that no matter how many times he said it, it didn't matter, because the will of the fans was not so easy to change. But it's better not to hit the ambitious Van Gundy at this time.

"Guys, you should really go out and have a look. Lamar went back to the locker room and said loudly, "We're back to our place today, and those Dallas people are going to be scared to pee their pants in a moment." But for now, I still hope that you can calm down and relax your body a little. Because there's a bunch of underwhelming Dallas people out there, and they've already pouted their butts and are waiting for us to kick them. ”

As Lamar's most loyal little brother now, Dampoter laughed and said, "Of course, Lamar! We're all ready, I can't help but ravage those little ladies from Dallas right now!"

Billups was also a little moved when he heard this, and immediately followed: "Then you'd better polish your thing a little bit, or I'm worried that the second center in the league will break your thing." ”

As soon as Billups's words fell, there was a burst of laughter in the locker room, and everyone knew all too well about Dampot's tendency to get excited. Even Hilario and Salmons have heard of it.

After laughing, Van Gundy began to set up his tactics, and it was technically the first time Van Gundy had actually managed a game this season, and the pre-season and friendlies that had been played were basically assistant coach Tom Hiberdeau doing his duties as head coach. Van Gundy stood more on the side to temporarily supplement the omissions of Hiberdeau, and it seems that Van Gundy still values Heberdeau's disciple very much.