It's just that Lamar's current appearance still makes Van Gundy a little relieved, is it because the injured part is uncomfortable? The absence of the leader is likely to affect the morale of the entire team.

"Lamar, are you okay, and you're going to the hospital as soon as we get back to New York after today's game!"

Lamar smiled bitterly and nodded, and whispered, "Thank you!"

Without Lamar on the court, the Knicks quickly fell into passivity. Although they were still desperately resisting to buy time for Lamar to rest, Rashid, the core of the Detroit Pistons on the court, gradually grasped the initiative of the game.

The score was quickly levelized, and by the time Lamar was back in front of the technical table, the Detroit Pistons had already taken the lead.

Ben Wallace saw Lamar play again, and said proudly: "Boy, do you see? Your team has been beaten into pigs' heads by me!"

"I'm going to smash you to the shutter soon!" Lamar replied unceremoniously.

In Lamar's eyes, Ben Wallace will never be the league's most dominant center, only the fat man in Los Angeles is.

"If you think you can do it, go ahead!"

Lamar didn't speak, because soon his actual actions came.

It's still a three-pointer, and now that the injury in the abdomen is getting more and more serious, Lamar can only bet on the excellent three-point feel.

The scores of the two sides returned to the same running line again, and it seemed that this game was going to go on in such a big situation, but then the Knicks' tactics were a little incomprehensible.

Just now, he was playing a whirlwind-like small-ball tactic, and now he is playing an old lady's promenade-style positional attack.

Under this slow pace, the Detroit Pistons players, who had just managed to get used to the whirlwind of fast play, were suddenly tormented. The pace of the game was once again mastered by the Knicks.

The Knicks' defense is clearly very targeted right now, as long as the Detroit Pistons don't attack inside the box, they can shoot from the outside.

However, the Detroit Pistons don't have a good three-point shooter, and Prince can barely be counted as a half-point shooter, but if you expect him to turn the tide, it is better to count on the sow to go up the tree.

When attacking, the Knicks opened the line and kept passing, and never shot until the last second. Originally, the shooting percentage of the hasty shot at the last moment should have been worth the quotient, but the Knicks have Lamar who shoots three-pointers as free throws, and Alan Houston, who is called the king of mid-range shots.

"What should I do? How can I defend to stop them?"

Larry Brown felt like he was going crazy at this moment, and every shot from Lamar and Houston was like a dagger that kept stabbing him in the heart, making him feel like he was dying again and again.

The fans didn't know what to do, and they couldn't even remember how many goals Lamar and Houston had scored. Is it four or five? Seems like more!

This three-point rain continued after the start of the second quarter, and although the shooting percentage decreased, the Knicks still held the lead.

Ben Wallace was now speechless, and he had been shouting that he was going to let Lamar go home with defeat in this game, but now it seems that he is probably the one who is going to lose.

As the minutes ticked by, it seemed that the game was in the fourth quarter. At this time, the Knicks were still in the lead, and the lead was as much as 16 points.

"The tide is gone! I'm afraid that's the end of this game. ”

"yes! Even the 76ers were eliminated this season, and they actually planted a head on the Knicks! Such a good opportunity, but they still lost, what the hell are those guys doing!?"

"Lamar, that bastard is a madman! Who can believe he's so badly injured like this?

Pessimism and disappointment are spreading among Detroit fans, some of whom are presumably dissatisfied with the team and booing in protest.

Just when fans thought the home team was going to lose again, Lamar hit a mid-range shot that was already annoyed by Ben Wallace, who was not defending well.

Lamar, who had been pushed by Wallace, suddenly slipped under his feet when he landed. If this were to be put in normal times, Lamar would easily be able to control his balance, but at this time he did not dare to exert force in his abdomen. In addition, Ben Wallace's foul was really a bit sudden, and Lamar fell to the ground hard when he was not prepared.

At the same time, Lamar's face turned white all of a sudden.

Jeff Van Gundy, who was on the sidelines, jumped up the moment Lamar fell, his heart was about to rise to his throat, and he hurriedly commanded the team doctor to enter the field to check Lamar's injury.

Van Gundy took precautions, and he never thought that the Pistons would really make a black move! Yes, in Fang Van Gundy's view, the Pistons, who could not afford to lose, chose unscrupulous means when there was no hope of victory.

Van Gundy had no idea that Lamar would be injured again at this time!

Seeing that the victory in this game is about to be in hand, as long as they add a little more force, the Detroit Pistons will definitely collapse. But at this critical time, as the most important time for the team, Lamar was hacked by the opponent.

After the team doctor examined it, he shook his head at the anxious Van Gundy, and Jeff Van Gundy's heart instantly sank to the bottom: "It's all over!"

Van Gundy was a little annoyed at this time, and he had been desperately holding on for so long, but something went wrong at this most critical time? Damn Larry Brown! Damn Ben Wallace! These filthy bastards should all go to hell and should be touched by the Alliance!

Jeff Van Gundy waved his hand helplessly, signaling the team's staff to hurry in and carry Lamar back to the locker room.

Van Gundy can realise that Lamar's injury this time is definitely much worse than last time, and maybe that's the end of his season.

"Resolutely, Lamar, don't you understand what you're talking about?" the team's doctor roared, looking like a dragon with its scales lifted, two thick eyebrows counted down, and a face that had been very kind was distorted by this time.

"I'm sorry! I'm a doctor, not a butcher! I can't do what you ask for. ”

Lamar was also anxious and struggled to his feet. I don't know where the strength came from, Lamar grabbed the team doctor's collar.

Lamar's face was pale, and he endured the heart-rending pain in his abdomen, and roared in a firm tone: "Listen, you have to do this! You're just a team doctor, not a savior! You don't have the right to refuse me, now give me an injection to let me continue to play, if you refuse, I'll do it myself, you give me a fuck!"

The team doctor did not change his face in the face of Lamar's threat, but his tone softened a little, he was not worried about his job, he knew that Lamar could not do such a thing.

As a doctor, he felt the need to dissuade Lamar from doing such crazy things: "Lamar, I'm sorry I can't do what you say! Even if you ask Mr. James or Darrell Morey to fire me right now, it's nothing." ”

"You're a Knicks player, I'm the Knicks' team doctor! I have to take responsibility for your body, I've already felt a deep sense of guilt for playing with you in the wrong game, and now I can't let myself go further and further down the wrong path. ”

"Damn bastard!"

"I know my own body, I think I can bear it!

Lamar looked like a mad tiger, his eyes fixed on the team doctor on the ground.

"Do you know what the fans did to me when I was stretchered away from the Knicks? They supported the Knicks' hero Lamar, not the coward Lamar who was hit by a back injury! I have to win this game, and I believe that if we can beat the Pistons tonight, we will definitely advance to the Eastern Conference Finals. ”

The team doctor looked at Lamar speechlessly, he didn't know what else he could say at this time. Originally, the team doctor always thought that a cold guy like Lamar must have very rough emotional nerves. But now it seems that Lamar, like most young people, is grateful to those who care about him.

It's just that Lamar's emotions are too deeply hidden.

The team doctor didn't speak again, silently opened his medical kit and took out the needle and potion from it, and then motioned Lamar to lie on the bench and inject a needle into Lamar's body.

"I really don't know if I'm doing it right, the effect of this injection won't be that obvious, and you'll still have some pain when you're playing, but at least you'll be able to relieve the pain when you're doing the movement. Don't push too hard, don't do those stops, runs, jumps, or what's going to happen, I don't think I need to say you know. ”

The team doctor has done his job: "Alright! You can go now!"

Lamar stood up and walked to the door of the locker room, looked back at the very lonely team doctor, and felt a little touched in his heart: "I'm sorry, sir!"

"Don't say it!" the team doctor suddenly laughed, "It's not like Lamar said, these apologies sound awkward when they come out of your mouth." Since you've even given up your body, I, as your fan, have to do something for you. ”

"Thank you! I won't let you down!" Lamar's domineering spirit reappeared in him when he said this.

The door to the locker room was pushed open by Lamar, and the cheers from the scene immediately came in, and you don't have to think about it to know that it must be the Detroit Pistons who scored again.

During the time Lamar was away, the Detroit Pistons launched an all-out counterattack led by Ben Wallace and Rasheed Wallace. The previous score gap has been continuously narrowed, and it seems that the Pistons are about to overtake.

"Go harder, guys!" Ben Wallace stood under the basket and slapped his teammates hard, "These New Yorkers can't hold it anymore, kill them in one go, let them see how good we are!"

(End of chapter)