"Oops, fooled!!!" Rashid Wallace realized something was wrong, but it was clearly too late.

Lamar landed on the ground with his legs as he stopped, and leaped forward.

Lamar then threw the ball under the surprised gaze of Rasheed Wallace.

"It won't go in! it won't go in!" Rasheed Wallace could only pray as he looked back at the basketball that was gradually approaching the basket.

"Huh!"

Clearly, God today doesn't seem to be on the Pistons' side.

By this time, Lamar was already running towards his own half. His steps were a little vague and his movements were a little stiff, but every step he took was very powerful

"What a lunatic this bastard!

Rasheed Wallace certainly knows how much physical control is required for such an attack, especially with a strong waist and abdomen.

Lamar forced this without the slightest relief from the injury in his abdomen, and the injury would definitely worsen.

But what Rashid doesn't understand is what kind of force is supporting Lamar, making Lamar not only less powerful on the court, but more threatening.

"Rashid, are you alright?" Ben Wallace walked over and patted Rashid Wallace on the shoulder, "Don't think about it so much, it's our turn to attack." The game has just begun, just chase the points from behind!"

Rasheed Wallace looked at Ben Wallace, he felt a little trance, maybe Ben Wallace was right, but why couldn't he have the strength to fight back?

"Because I have the confidence to win!"

Rashid suddenly remembered what Lamar said: "This obsessive madman is getting more and more terrible!"

"Bang!" and the basketball smashed out.

The fans who had already stood up and were ready to cheer at the scene held their heads with their hands at this moment, looking incredulous. Rasheed Wallace's usual best small throw under the basket didn't go in.

The Pistons players were also surprised, but it was clear that the Knicks players weren't going to give them a chance to react.

Lamar took a few steps to receive a pass from Darmsporter, followed up with a long pass that crossed the majority of the court, and handed the ball back to Shanton Anderson, who had already reached the Pistons half.

One step, two steps, jump up for layup, the ball goes in.

Shanton Anderson actually chose the easiest and most effective way to put the ball in the basket.

Perhaps seeing that the team had a good start, or perhaps seeing that the opponent's core player Rasheed Wallace was clearly out of shape, Van Gundy stood up and walked to the sideline and waved his hand vigorously, signaling the players to step up the attack.

Lamar nodded at this, and the defensive position that had already been standing took a few steps forward. At the same time, Lamar also directed his teammates to expand the defensive range.

It's time to show your opponent the wolf pack tactics that the Knicks haven't used in a long time.

The Knicks suddenly expanded their defensive range, which made the Pistons obviously uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, the Pistons' passing and player rotation seemed to be in a hurry, and mistakes were inevitable.

"Smack!"

Rasheed Wallace was the first to make a mistake under the combined attack of Billups and Lamar, and his ball was cut off by Billups.

Immediately followed by the on-court is the Knicks' best fast break.

After a few passes of the ball, Lamar ended the fight with a layup.

This inexplicable mistake made Larry Brown, who was originally sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, unable to sit still any longer, and quickly got up and called a timeout.

Until now, he couldn't figure out what had happened to his players, and the opening seven minutes were so chaotic, which was far from what he had expected before the game.

"What the hell are you guys up to?"

As soon as the players returned, Larry Brown turned on his flamethrower and roared at the players.

"Look at the current score, don't you feel very proud? You have been embarrassed in the last game and thrown to New York, do you still want to be humiliated by those Miyo guys on your doorstep today?"

"Is this the game you're looking for? Or do you already think the Eastern Conference semifinals are done?"

"Tell me if that's what you guys think?"

Larry Brown shouted hoarsely, but there was no response.

Although every Pistons player is the same unwilling and angry in their hearts at this moment, I don't know why they are like being immobilized, but they can't say a word with anger in their eyes.

Seeing the players react like this, Larry Brown was even more angry, scolding every player from beginning to end.

Even Rasheed Wallace, the team's biggest name, and his confidant Ben Wallace were not spared.

Larry Brown was not satisfied, and so were the fans in attendance.

The fans are here today to see the team humiliate the Knicks, not be humiliated by others.

During the entire timeout, the scene was accompanied by waves of boos, but this boo was not given to the visiting Knicks, but to the Pistons, the owner of this court.

"They seem to be engaged in infighting?" said Dampoter with a wicked grin, "Look at these fans, I think they're all on our side right now! The Pistons idiots have pissed them off." ”

The rest of the Knicks players were also gossiping, and the atmosphere suddenly became very relaxed.

Only Lamar still had a gloomy face, and he didn't have the slightest intention of joining the discussion. Lamar didn't think the Pistons would be so willingly tied up. Neither Rasheed Wallace nor Ben Wallace is one to sit still, and the Pistons will definitely fight back in the next Jedi Law!

"We can't be careless, I have to win this fight!"

When the game restarted, the players of Larry Brown and the Pistons were still thinking that the initiative of the game would return to their side. But they forget that the scales of victory will only be tilted in favor of the side that works harder.

The pistons were waiting, waiting for their luck to suddenly pick up. That's true of Stackhouse, this is true of Ben Wallace, this is true of Rashid Wallace, and so is it true of Larry Brown.

For a while, the Pistons' tactics on the court began to favor individual singles, and it seemed that only in this way could they show their strength to turn the tide. Forcing breaks, three-pointers from the outside, and hitting with their backs to the basket, each of them is doing their own thing, and each of them believes that he is the savior who saves the team.

It's a pity that these so-called "saviors" are not qualified. As time passed, an atmosphere of impatience had begun to creep in the team.

The idea of going it alone and relying on its own abilities to fight alone has long occupied the brains of Pistons players. How to play the ball more reasonably, and what tactics to rely on to win the game, I'm afraid they have long forgotten.

Larry Brown on the sidelines was on the verge of screaming at his throat, but the effect was minimal.

The name of Rashid Wallace that appears most often in Larry Brown's mouth.

Just like in previous games, Larry Brown will be pinning his hopes on Rasheed Wallace at every crucial moment. It is believed that Rasheed Wallace will re-energize this team with his rich game experience and bring hope.

It's a pity that Rasheed Wallace's brain is in a mess at the moment, and he doesn't know what he's doing. Or maybe he knew he was a jerk of all the decisions he made now, but he didn't know that he should get his team back on the right path.

Every time basketball gets to Rasheed Wallace, his first thought is to score, close the gap, lead the team to victory, and become a savior. Then Rashid's body is as uncontrolled as if possessed by a ghost. Blindly working hard, the results are often in vain.

Rasheed Wallace's originally sharp gaze was as if it was frozen at the moment, and it couldn't find focus. The scenes in front of me were all replayed by clips of Lamar's performance.

Rashid tries to find a solution to the problem, but is only shocked again and again.

Lamar's strength, the team's predicament, the obsession with revenge, and the impatience have almost completely crushed this star power forward who has always been firm in psychological quality.

The patience of the Pistons players is gradually eroding, and the patience of Detroit fans is also gradually fading. The team's botched performance has driven the fans crazy.

Finally, after Rasheed Wallace missed another three-pointer, the fans' fury erupted like a torrent.

"Bastards, is this your basketball? You poop-full clowns, don't disgrace the city anymore!"

"Rashid, are your knees trapped? Or are you going to bring us the championship like this, no kidding, ****!"

"Ben, you short, ugly fellow, see where the basket is before shooting! I can beat my feet better than you idiot!"

A burst of scolding resounded throughout the arena, and every Pistons player became their target.

Pistons fans seem to have lost their minds at this moment, and the city heroes who were once praised by them have now become street rats.

If anyone dares to stand up and fight back against the fans at this time, it is not difficult to imagine how he will be treated.

Unlike the Pistons' chaos, the Knicks, led by Lamar, played well.

Although Lamar did not have the previous emergency stops and pulls due to injury, there was no sharp breakthrough, and there was no domineering slam dunk, but he had accurate three-pointers and scalpel-like passes. Every offense of the Knicks seems to be inseparable from Lamar's scheduling, and Lamar has never been lacking.

Van Gundy didn't let his guard down even when his team was fully in the driver's seat, and he replaced Lamar in the fourth minute of the third quarter.

"Lamar, good job!" Van Gundy smiled and held out his hand.

Lamar and Van Gundy clapped their hands and walked straight to the bench.

(End of chapter)