In the second quarter of the game, I sat on the court to rest, watching my teammates fight on the court, the anger that had just been aroused gradually subsided, but the situation on the court suddenly changed, just in the second quarter of the last offense Alstom to help defend Durant was a black hand, when Durant made a layup, Durant used the air and waist strength to grab the basket, Alston deliberately put his foot to Durant's foothold when he fell.

Durant fell to the ground in pain with his feet in his arms, at this time I had run from the sidelines, Collison next to me pushed Alston away, angrily punched, and was hugged by his teammates around him, I couldn't care so much about it, squatting down to check Durant's injury.

Seeing him sweating profusely, he was very angry, helped him off the court, watched the team doctor carry him on a stretcher to treatment, and the fans in the audience booed at the rocket, which was an obvious malicious foul, but the referee only awarded a normal foul, but gave Collison a technical foul instead, the fans on the sidelines shouted and scolded, the referee turned a deaf ear, the coach went up to the referee to theorize, I grabbed him, and looked at Alstom who made free throws.

Coach, I need unlimited firing rights in this game, I want to avenge my brother, we solve it with basketball, there is no point in arguing, as for the referee's injustice, I think that's what the team needs to do after the game, now everyone calm down, I said.

Everyone looked at me and nodded, and the coach said, "Okay, you play freely in this game, and all the players will cooperate with you to kill that damn dwarf."

I nodded and said to my teammates, "Brothers, I need your cooperation. Okay, Jack, we'll cooperate with you, teach that little guy a lesson, and vent for Durant, Collison said in the lead.

Nodding, we went on the field after the referee's whistle, looked at the proud Alston and sneered and thought: You are dead, I will make you pay.