"Sacramento Kings No. 15, offensive foul, six fouls, ...... off!"

…… What the?!!

As soon as the referee awarded a penalty, he turned his head sharply, made an offensive foul with one hand forward, and then motioned for Cousins to go off the court. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Referee ......???"

Cousins frowned, his eyes widened, he grabbed the basketball with both hands and ran to the referee in a few big steps, and said loudly: "I stepped on the reasonable collision zone, my right foot stepped on the reasonable collision zone!" ”

"No. 15, sixth foul."

The referee ignored Cousins and made a passing gesture to the technical table with a serious face.

Cousins was furious, utterly furious.

“…… Bang! ”

Slamming the ball to the ground, Cousins slammed his arms forward, but before he could speak.

The referee turned around and saw his cousin's angry appearance, and the whistle in his hand was immediately put in his mouth, and there was a rapid "beep"!

"Additional technical foul! Spurs make one free throw! ”

“…… FXXK！ ”

This penalty blew down, and on the Kings' side, even Westphale stopped doing it.

"He's not here to do it, he's here to tell you what you just did, referee!!"

The old coach rarely lost his mind, and almost roared at the referee.

"Beep beep! Sacramento Kings head coach, technical foul! ”

“…… What did you say?!! ”

When he heard the referee's words, Westfale, who had always been elegant, was completely furious.

"I have a technical foul?? I didn't score a game and I didn't swear, so why for a technical foul??! ”

Westfaal, who was also an old man, stepped forward and stood in front of the referee, and said loudly: "Is this your fairness?" You know better than me how many whistles I missed today, and you're embarrassed to for a technical foul?!! ”

“…… Beep! Kings coach technical foul! Accumulate 2 ...... Expulsion! ”

Finished.

When the referee blows the whistle again and gives the penalty.

The Kings knew the whole team was over.

"This ......!"

In the media seat, Xiao Yu couldn't accept this sudden change at all, and his beautiful eyes widened, only feeling that the stadium he saw in front of him was so familiar and so unfamiliar.

What does that mean?

Cousins committed six fouls and had to eat another technical foul.

Westphale was ejected from the game for two technical fouls in a row......??

Kings, this is the rhythm that is going to collapse......!!

“NO…… NONONONONONO……”

Westphall walked towards the referee with his hands outstretched, a look of disbelief on his face, and something muttering in his mouth.

"Paul......!"

The team's offensive assistant coach Carlil immediately stepped forward, stopped Westphal, and directly called a timeout.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO――！！！”

In the stands on the sidelines, the Spurs fans, who were already preparing to leave the court, were interested again, and turned around and booed vigorously.

You see, I'm going to say that our Spurs won't lose to this kind of garbage team!

What Cousins, what Hairstyle Brother, what Westfale, what Sacramento.

When we can't adjust, we want to take away the victory?

Phew!

Lose and lose, go back and wait to be scolded by fans all over the world as scum!

"Let's go back! Go back to your Sacramento! ”

"The Holy City is not a place for you to scatter wild!"

"Well done referee! It's time to give these guys a little color and see!! Hahaha!! ”

For a moment, the entire stadium suddenly recovered from the deathly silence it had before.

Booing and swearing, the Sacramento Kings are like street rats, belittled by Holy City fans.

"Referee, ...... the"

"DeMarcus, you give me ...... back!"

finally succeeded in calling a timeout, and Carlil's head instantly became two big, one side of the body was ready to send Westfair to the game, and the other side had to keep an eye on Cousins, and he couldn't let him continue to go crazy.

If Cousins says a few more words, let alone technical fouls, this kind of blatant confrontation with the referee on the field will be punished by the league after the game!

“…… ! ”

Evans and Thompson stepped forward together, and Cousins was eventually pushed back to the bench.

took the towel in his hand and slammed it directly on the ground, Cousins was furious, looking at the referee with hatred in his eyes, and couldn't stop gasping for breath.

"We're still ahead, we're still ahead!"

Carlil is a veteran when it comes to formulating offensive tactics, but it's a bit difficult for a strong man to let him command on the spot, or in the face of such a sudden situation.

"Time is running out, Spurs are going to give up! We're still 14 points ahead, less than four minutes on the clock, so if the tempo is a little bit slower, we can still win! ”

Carlil did his best to say what he had seen as an assistant coach for so many years, and the words of encouragement from the head coach to the players.

However, it is no longer useful.

"Damn ......!"

The Kings players don't want to win, and they don't want to give up the lead in their hands.

It's just that in their hearts, there is nothing but anger at this time.

"We ...... Alas! ”

Carlil tried hard for a long time, but none of the players could listen, and at the end he threw his hands and the tactical board aside, completely unsure of what to do.

In fact, to be honest, most of the referee's series of penalties just now are fine.

Although Cousins didn't mean to make a move, throwing the ball in front of the referee was enough to eat a T.

Westfale's calf guard is right, but roaring at the referee and eating T is also a matter of course.

After that, Westphal completely lost his mind, and continued to chase the referee and yell, and the two T's played, and there was no problem in theory.

The problem is in the first decision.

"I stepped on it, I really stepped on ......"

Cousins gritted his teeth, stared at the referee who was still communicating with the technical desk, and said to himself: "I stepped on the edge of the reasonable collision zone, I swear with my life, I really stepped on the ......!" ”

That's the penalty.

The penalty that led to Cousins being fouled was the source of the problem.

If it hadn't been for this blow, everything would have been smooth, the Spurs would have given up after another dead ball, and the Kings would have been off the court for another minute or two, happily enjoying the fruits of the victory, waiting for the complete end of this nightmare road trip.

But that whistle changed everything.

"Alas...... The Spurs should still have to give up the game, let's go up to see the situation in a while, and if it's almost over, the main team will come down to rest! ”

Carlil knew that the current situation was beyond his ability, and he no longer tried in vain to reassure the players, sorted out his thoughts, and began to make personnel adjustments.

"Samuel, you top the fifth position, the other positions remain the same, let's play a few more rounds and see!"

Tactics were mechanically arranged, and Carlil's mind was no longer thinking about what had just happened.

But for some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with all this.

It's as if something that should have happened hasn't happened, and everything seems quite unreal.

But what does it matter?

It's all like this, hurry up and finish the game and end this long journey as soon as possible......!

"Beep!"

After a short period of effort, the timeout ends.

“BOOOOOOOOO――！ GO-HOME-LOSERS――！！！ ”

In the face of boos from the audience, the Kings players walked onto the court, and their faces were gloomy.

The anger had gradually dissipated, and it had turned into a sullen breath, as if it had been thrown out with all its strength, but it had hit the cotton. The Kings players have nowhere to go, and under multiple factors, they seem lifeless.

Predictable.

To add insult to injury, on the San Antonio Spurs bench, the old drunkard, who had been ready to give up, suddenly came to his senses, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth even brought a trace of extremely forbearance to the smile.

"Okay, the players from both sides are back, I hope the clash just now will not affect the excitement of the game...... What the?! Spurs' all-out roster?!! ”

The local commentator didn't expect that the Spurs would keep the main lineup on the court at this time.

This means to......

"Huh!"

A technical foul hit a free throw, and the Spurs drove the sideline ball to face the beleaguered Kings, and a neat high post block was scored by Duncan.

11 points gap.

"Be steady! Time settles down, play for 24 seconds!! ”

At Carlil's shout, the Kings attacked, and the wandering players didn't listen to the assistant coach at all, and hurriedly missed a shot with anger, and the Spurs picked up the rebound.

Looking back, the Spurs ran out of a classic combination, Duncan arced up, after handing a hand to Ginobili, the outside running carriage rotated, and Parker got an open opportunity to shoot a three-pointer.

"Huh!"

8 points difference.

The Kings attacked again, and a rush pass was seen through by Jefferson, and the Flying Man flew to steal, and made a one-two with Ginobili in the fast break, and scored a violent dunk.

6 points difference.

With three minutes left, the Kings finally settled down when they attacked. But Evans' layup was interfered with by Duncan, and the Spurs reflexively pushed the fast break, and the wings went down to take away the defense, and Ginobili made a three-point shot at the top of the arc.

"Huh!"

3 points gap.

"Hmm......??"

With two and a half minutes to go, the Spurs went on a 9-0 run to close the score.

From the fans to the commentators to the Quds reporters, there was some excitement.

This ball ...... Maybe we'll win!

"Dang!"

On the Kings' side, Thompson was hot-headed, and he had a shot from the baseline that was far outside his shooting range. The basketball hit the iron and flew up, Duncan picked up the rebound and gave it to Parker, and the small sports car sprinted directly to break through the level.

"Smack!"

Garcia, who was the first to return to defense, couldn't keep up with Parker's trademark whirlwind turn and slapped Parker's arm as he reached for it.

The sports car shouted "AND-ONE!" With a twist of his body, he threw the ball out, and the basketball flew in the air, and then ......

“…… Swish! "Beep beep! Two points are valid, plus one penalty ......!! ”

"Wow-!!"

AT-T center, boiling.

"How can this be ......?!"

Watching Parker walk to the free throw line to make a free throw, Carlil was completely stunned.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he directly changed his idea of giving up the game, but instead took advantage of the situation to bombard indiscriminately, ready to take away the game......?

"Huh!"

“YES……！”

Looking back at the old drunkard who shook his fist slightly, Carlil also had a nameless fire in his heart.

That's embarrassing......!!!

"The winner is king! Seize the attacking opportunity and we will leave the victory! ”

Extremely rarely, the old drunkard actually started shouting chicken soup on the sidelines.

At this time, this bowl of chicken soup is more effective than any tactic.

"Defensive !!"

The momentum of the spurs rose suddenly, and with the cheers and shouts of the audience, the iron hooves of the former king rose again!

If this continues......

"Smack!"

Steals!

The more chaotic the level, the more chaotic and urgent, Evans's ball to Garcia was too obvious, and it was judged right by Ginobili. The demon knife grabbed the ball and started directly, bypassing Gu Yu's defense with a lost step, and rushed straight to the front.

“…… Bang! ”

“…… Overtake!! Hahaha!! ”

"Roar!!

Everything was reversed, and the roar of Ginobili, who had completed the violent dunk, shook the sky, his fists were clenched, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the resentment of being shot by Gu Yu in the second half was all vented in an instant.

Right.

Gu Yu.

When he saw this scene, Carlil hurriedly asked the technical desk to pause, and finally figured out what the doubt in his heart was before.

In this situation, this kind of thing happened, Gu Yu ......

"Beep! Kings request timeout! ”

“…… Didn't go crazy?? ”

Cheers and shouts echoed through the AT-T Center, and the Kings players walked to the bench with their heads bowed, wanting to vent, but not knowing where to start.

"Don't worry, you guys!"

Carlil also hated that iron could not be made of steel, and patted the tactical board and said, "The situation was so good just now...... Forget it, the past is over, and we'll ...... the next few rounds."

"Ding Dong"

Carlil's cell phone rang at this time.

Who is it......!

Karil, who was frustrated here, glanced back at his phone on the bench, and was about to continue.

The sender of the SMS prompt on his mobile phone caught his attention.

"The situation is out of control, it's my problem, tell them to try their best, don't care about the consequences, and I'll take the responsibility. And also...... Let the little ghost go, he has been very calm just now and kept it well, but according to his character, this situation must want to force a return throw. His stats are good this week, telling him that his shooting percentage is holding up and that he may be able to be nominated for the Weekly Awards. Don't play anymore, wait for the next home game, and try to see if you can get a pretty stat! ”

From: Westphal.

Looking at this text message, Carlil was slow to speak.

Raising his eyes to look at Gu Yu, who had been silent, although he seemed to remain calm, Carlil noticed a detail.

"Come here, huh......? Okay, Lao Tzu will play with you to the end ......! ”

Gu Yu, who was whispering to himself, clenched his fists, and his arms were trembling slightly.

"Understood."

With a simple reply, Carlil put down his phone, came to Gu Yu's side and said, "Gu, you take a rest next." ”

“……”

Gu Yu didn't answer, but raised his head.

When he looked at Carlil, Gu Yu's eyes were like a poisonous snake looking at his prey.

"That's ......"

Carlil said what Westphal meant: "...... I think Paul is right, you still keep the hit rate, you know, your style of play and characteristics, the hardest thing to maintain is the hit rate, so it's better to ......"

"I'm not going to play."

Without waiting for Carlil to finish speaking, Gu Yu got up directly and looked at the court with his eyes: "Tell the old man, I won't get off the field, either let me continue to play, or simply kill me, right now." ”

As he spoke, Gu Yu moved his wrist, the corners of his mouth pursed down, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he was gnawing on the meat of a Spur player.

"Beep! The pause is over! ”

"Hit rate? Fuck the hits! ”

Without waiting for Carlil to speak, Gu Yu walked directly into the court.

“…… Old, Son, Want, Win, Ball!! ”