"Rashid, you did a great job."

"Ron, calm down, you have to calm down."

After the end of the third quarter, as soon as the Pistons players on the court got off the court, Larry Brown pulled Rasheed Wallace and praised him for what he had just done to take the overall situation into account, and then walked up to Ron Artest, and kept telling Artest to calm down, among the five starters of the Pistons, Rasheed Wallace and Ron Artest had the worst tempers, and most of the technical fouls the Pistons received this season were eaten by these two guys.

"Ron, Ben and Rashid have both been fouled three times now, so then you have to tighten the block on that kid and try not to give him a one-on-one chance with Ben or Rashid." At the end of the third quarter, the Pistons still have a 3-point lead, but the Pistons now have a hidden danger, that is, the number of fouls by Ben Wallace and Rasheed Wallace, the double Wallace, who only had one foul in the entire first half, ate two fouls in a row in the second half of the third quarter.

I have to say that after the league's continuous "improvement" and "refinement" and the introduction of various new rules, the former hegemon on the basketball court, the interior players have gradually become a vulnerable group, not to mention the ancient era of Chamberlain and Russell, that is, the era that belongs to Jordan, and which outside player dares to rush to the basket to find trouble with the interior players? Even Jordan has been repeatedly bullied by Olajuwon and David Robinson, and now, in the face of more and more outside players who rush to the basket to rub fouls, and more stringent standards for defensive foul blowing, the situation of interior players is really not good, interior players do not have so many advantages when defending outside players one-on-one, but will be blown a defensive foul if they are not careful.

"Meng, in the next game, as soon as you have the opportunity, go to Ben Wallace and make him kill, as long as we can get him off the field, we will win today." It's impossible for Rick Carlisle not to see what Larry Brown is worried about, so on the bench of the Pacers, Rick Carlisle held the tactical board, half-squatted in front of Meng Xu, and taught Meng Xu the opportunity.

"Don't worry, Rick." Grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat on his head, and taking the water cup handed over from the end of the bench, Meng Xu nodded to Rick Carlisle, the more headwind the game, the more Meng Xu can understand the widely spread truth in the NBA, the closer to the basket, the easier it is to score, how to shoot how to have a tailwind game, you don't need to rush to the basket at all, you can win by throwing at any distance in the middle and long distances, but in the playoffs, with the increase in the intensity of the game and the increase in the intensity of confrontation between the two sides, the probability of a headwind game will be greatly increasedAt this time, blindly finding the feel by shooting is definitely a dead act.

"You bastard, don't you like to shoot threes? Why didn't you vote today? Are you scared, just say no, I can give you a little space,。。。。。。 After Jermaine O'Neal and Reggie Miller fought with the bench and the Pistons for a few minutes, Meng Xu returned to the court, but as soon as Meng Xu came on the court, before receiving the basketball, Ron Artest spread his arms in front of Meng Xu, and at the same time sprayed trash talk at Meng Xu, it seems that Meng Xu is still haunted by the time when the third quarter was about to end, and Rashid Wallace.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for two days, have you grown? We've learned to spew trash talk! Listening to Artest's constant chatter in his ear, Meng Xu instantly laughed, Artest is physically strong and has a very good defense, but he obviously lacks a little talent in trash talk, in the game between the Pacers and the Pistons, Meng Xu most often hears from Artest is, bastard, get out, idiots, and other pediatric trash talk, these trash talk that is not even an entry level, it is basically impossible to interfere with Meng Xu, but Artest's trash talk just now, But it gave Meng Xu a refreshing feeling.

"Idiot, wait a minute." Seeing that Meng Xu was not angry but happy, Ron Artest was also a little deflated, and after rolling his eyes and scolding in a low voice, he slammed his knee towards Meng Xu's inner thigh.

"Yes, there is progress." After Meng Xu leaned on Artest sideways, he just wanted to reach out for the ball, and he felt a burst of pain coming from the inner thigh, it must be Artest This guy is playing the next three ways, this kind of small action is generally very hidden, plus today is still the home of the Pistons, even if the referee on duty sees it, he will definitely not blow it.

"Well, did I do a great job?" After successfully yin Meng Xu with small actions, Artest not only did not feel the slightest uneasiness, but laughed very excitedly, and said to Meng Xu, at the same time, Artest is also ready to make persistent efforts, anyway, head coach Larry Brown also said just now, to use all means to prevent this annoying guy from getting rid of himself and rushing into the inside, if he can't do it, he will foul, as long as he can block him, it doesn't matter.

"You're still far from it." After receiving James Posey's pass, Meng Xu first leaned his back against Artest, and at the same time quickly lowered the center of gravity of his body, turned to the right side of his body, and at the moment when Meng Xu completed the turn, the right arm holding the basketball was slightly bent, and he swung it behind him very naturally.

"Bastard, this sinister fellow." Artest, who was close to Meng Xu, also began to move his body to occupy the route after Meng Xu turned around in advance, but Artest's small belly happened to hit Meng Xu's elbow, not to mention moving the card position, even the most basic defensive position was lost, looking at Meng Xu's back, Artest gritted his teeth and scolded.

By the time Artest caught up with Meng Xu again, Meng Xu had already successfully made Ben Wallace's fourth foul, and listening to Larry Brown's roar on the sidelines, Artest was in a worse mood.

Seeing that the Pacers were left alone under the basket, Artest rushed to the basket while reaching for the ball while reaching for the ball from his teammates.

Artest, who had played very aggrieved throughout the series, now finally found a chance to vent, and after receiving a pass from Rashid Wallace in the paint zone, Artest slapped the basketball on the spot, took a step forward, and jumped in front of Mutombo.

Although Mutombo is a four-time best defensive player, in Artest's opinion, the aging Mutombo is no longer good, otherwise he would not have been robbed of the starting position by a mere Brazilian boy, and because of this, although Mutombo was in the middle of Artest and the basket, Artest still jumped up without hesitation, ready to dunk this old guy.

Especially after Artest had already jumped up, Mutombo in front of him moved and jumped slowly, Artest knew that he would definitely be able to dunk in this time, but it was a little regrettable that it was not the bastard who stood in front of him, not the hypocrite.

But just a moment later, Artest saw a monster as if he saw it, looking at everything that happened in front of him, the old guy who was slow just now, the bullet speed was so fast, coupled with his height of 2.18 meters, Artest instantly regretted his choice of attack.

But Artest, who had already completed his jump and made a dunk pose, could only hit Mutombo head-on. I hope I can use my strong body to knock this old guy through the air.

With a dull sound, it was the sound of muscles and muscles colliding together, Mutombo, who didn't know how old he was this year, was indeed a little overwhelmed, but Mutombo still tried his best and stretched out his palm to slap it at the place he judged.

Mutombo can't bear it, Artest is not much better, no matter how old Mutombo is, it is also a big guy who is 2.18 meters tall and weighs 270 pounds, at the moment when he collided with Mutombo, Artest was like hitting a solid wall, in the face of a huge stopping force, Artest, who knew that the dunk was hopeless, had to change the dunk to throw, and threw the basketball in his hand, and then Artest, who lost his balance, fell from the air.

After landing, Artest, who almost sat on the floor, looked up at the basket, only to find that the old guy who wanted to dunk just now was shaking his index finger towards him with a smile on his face.

Artest, who felt greatly wronged, instantly surged with anger, waved his fists, and rushed towards the arrogant old guy.