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(PS: To Journey to the West: I said how much hatred we have?) What did I do to make you hate me so much? Is it like that? ）

Bavita blew the whistle for the end of the timeout, and Warben walked up to the court, looking at the murderous little O'Neill and Artest, and he said to Mo Ning beside him: "OK, it seems that today's game has finally started, yes, I thought it would be like this." (iexs.com.iexs.)"

"Isn't it too challenging to qualify so easily?" Mo Ning said after glaring at little O'Neill arrogantly.

Anderson, who came off the bench, shrugged and said, "I hope they can provoke our anger, to be honest, boss, not being able to participate in the Battle of Polis, that is the most regrettable thing I have this year." ”

"Good boy, ambitious! If the Indians dare to do it, kids, Daddy Oak will come up to your aid and show you what an NBA-level brawler is! Oak roared in his unique gong-breaking voice, flicking his big fist in passing. Judging by the expressions of the TV producers, they must have regretted having invited Oakley as a guest.

Hua Ben went up and bumped his fist with Oakley, and teased: "I said Dad, are you interested in making a comeback?" How about coming to Charlotte, you can get a championship ring. ”

Oakley punched Waben hard, almost knocking the latter down, only to hear him say contemptuously: "Championship ring? What the hell is that? I've never taken it seriously! If I could be younger, I would definitely go to Charlotte. Not anymore, though. I'm fucking forty years old, and I bet if I were to stand on the court now, I'm afraid those idiots could score 40 points on me in a game, and I might as well just die. ”

Wabbon laughed dumbly, and at this time O'Neal Jr. was ready to serve, and he walked onto the court.

The Bobcats formed a three-inside play, with Mourning, Anderson and Huaben sharing the penalty area, and Patin and Allen on the outside, and Jordan intended to use the defensive lineup to bring down the Pacers.

This tactic makes sense. The Pacers are not willing to be swept, so they will definitely play with their life's offense in this game, and use attacks to vent their resentment.

Sure enough, Artest wanted to get to the ball and saw that it was Allen who came up to defend himself. Bumping into the other person and letting go is a three-point shot.

Bang, the crisp sound of iron sounded, Anderson received the rebound in his arms, he was looking up for Pattin, but a strong force appeared on the basketball, O'Neal Jr. smashed the ball down with a fist, then picked it up, and scored a backhand layup. By this time, Huaben and Mourning had already run forward, and there was no one under the basket. Let little O'Neill pick up a bargain.

Patin passed the ball to Warben, with his back to O'Neal Jr., who squeezed in hard, then shook his shoulder to the right, but his steps were weird to the left. Huaben's turn and breakthrough is very exciting, but O'Neal Jr. is not so easy to deal with, this guy has amazing defensive talent.

O'Neill Jr. didn't bother with the change in his shoulder, but followed his footsteps, spreading his arms and moving sideways, blocking the direction that Huaben might break through.

Mourning and Anderson ran outside. And Patin and Allen did a cross run, and the moment the two groups of people staggered, Mourning and Anderson stopped sideways, blocking Tinsley and Artest, and Patin ran towards O'Neal Jr. Drawing the latter's defensive attention, Allen took the opportunity to cut inside. At this time, there was no one around him!

Seeing Allen appear in the penalty area, Huaben put away the ball and threw it over. Allen was brewing before receiving the ball, and as soon as he got the ball, he jumped up, drew a perfect circle with both arms holding the ball, and came up with a violent dunk on the top of O'Neal Jr.'s head. …,

The opponent dunked on the top of his head, O'Neal Jr.'s face was very ugly, and when he attacked again, he carried Mourning to the ball, the latter didn't give an inch, the two were entangled in the interior like two prehistoric beasts, O'Neal Jr.'s ass and back hit Monin's chest hard, but he couldn't find a chance to break through.

There was not much time left, and in the end, little O'Neal was angry, and waved his arm and slapped an elbow on Mo Ning's face. Mo Ning didn't expect this move, he was concentrating on defense, and this elbow was very real, and he was directly put down.

Seeing this scene, the Bobcats players were furious, and Huaben rushed over to push O'Neal Jr. Fortunately, Mo Ning stood up fine, and the three referees came over with whistles to separate the two sides, and Huaben pushed Crawford and yelled at O'Neill Jr.: "Damn, did you hit you too lightly last time?" It's kind of from your father and me! It's kind of give me an elbow and I'll just break your bones! ”

Bavita blew a technical foul on O'Neal Jr., and Mourning came up and pushed Hua Ben away, rubbing his chin and laughing: "It's okay, Ben, I'm a hard bone, don't their tricks"

Anderson clenched his fists in the air, muttering as if hip-hop, and Patin and Arlen in the front and behind, so that he was stopped. While blocking people, Padding persuaded: "You calm down for me, this is the playoffs!" Do you want to be banned? ”

Wajben went up to take the free throw, which went straight on, and they still had possession, and Patin hoisted the ball to Mourning on the inside.

Mourning received the ball, which was a revenge ball, and he turned to the side of O'Neal Jr., looking for an opportunity inside. However, Xiao Ao's defense was very strict, and Mo Ning had to leave the penalty area with the ball.

Seeing this, little O'Neill hurriedly followed. But this is just Mo Ning's trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain, seeing little O'Neal running out, Mo Ning, who was retreating with the ball, suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, quickly stuck to Xiao O's body and entered the penalty area, and scored two points with one hand.

Today's Pacers players are scrappy and unprecedentedly rigorous, but luck is not on their side, and as much as they desperate for a win, victory is getting farther and farther away as time goes on.

It's not that the Pacers players don't play hard, it's that they work too hard and care too much about the outcome of this game, which interferes with their determination to attack, and every time they attack, they are a little shy for fear of making mistakes or wasting the ball. When defending, they are too careless, and many fouls are meaningless.

On the other hand, the Bobcats, after winning three games in a row, their confidence is completely out of the game, and the rookies have one advantage, that is, they are good at playing downwind, and of course, they are also vulnerable. The Bobcats were all in play, and Pattin's playmaking made the team's offense like mercury.

The Pacers led by a wide margin in the first half of the first quarter, and in the second half, the Bobcats tied the score. In the second quarter, the Trident had to take turns to rest, and the Bobcats took the opportunity to launch an onslaught and overtake the score in one fell swoop.

In the third quarter, Carlisle had to put the trident on the court together, otherwise the team would have collapsed: the first half was over, the score was big Literary: 45, and the Bobcats had already established a double-digit lead.

The opening ball was played by the Bobcats, with Dujon coming on as a substitute for Pattin, playing Fred with his speed and agility like a loach. Jones, Wabben ran high from the penalty area, O'Neill Jr. and Artest surrounded him together, seeing this, Dujon resolutely passed the ball inside.

Anderson won the ball lightly, turned around and faced the rebound, Bender was killed by Westka, and O'Neal Jr. was transferred away by Huaben, so that Pacers fans could only sigh and watch Anderson come to a birdman-style rocket dunk. …,

In the face of the fans' boos, Anderson was unimpressed, raised his arms and shouted: "Your abuse can only make me more combative, I am a man who aspires to be the king of slam dunk!" ”

The Bobcats players laughed together, and Iguodala laughed twice, then suddenly the smile on his face froze, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "What did you say?" A man who aspires to be the king of slam dunks? Damn it! I'm a dunk king, but I swear to God, I never need a man! ”

West and Dujon teased Iguodala, Wajben laughed as he stepped back, and now the atmosphere is good and his teammates are enjoying the game, so that they are most productive.

Artest was red-eyed by the huge point difference, and his paranoid temper flares up, and when he gets the ball, he shoots outside the three-point line.

This shot was very unreasonable, Hua Ben didn't have time to defend, but unfortunately Artest didn't have Miller's accurate head, and the basketball didn't even touch the hoop, and it bounced out directly on the rebound.

"Damn it!" O'Neal Jr. screamed, bent his body to grab the rebound, but Anderson stuck with him, and even opened his arms to block O'Neal. West next to him had already jumped up and was about to receive the rebound in his arms.

O'Neal Jr. forced to jump, but he had already lost the lead, and the rebound was caught by West, seeing this, he simply didn't do anything, waved his arms and went towards West.

West was in the air, and little O'Neal locked his neck with his arm from behind, and pulled him over with all his might, West seemed to be a big salmon out of the sea, barely struggled for a while, and fell down with a thud.

Anderson's roar and West's scream rang out almost at the same time, he turned around and smashed a punch at little O'Neal, Wabbon quickly rushed in, he pulled Anderson to protect him and yelled, "Look at David, look at David, damn, don't be impulsive!" ”

Bavita and the other three complained bitterly, they had long expected that today's game would not be smooth, but they didn't have to twist and turn to this extent, right?

West was thrown more badly, holding his head and moaning on the floor, Huaben and others surrounded him, and the birdman urgently shouted: "Hey, David, hi, brother, how are you?" Can you fucking talk? Oh shit! ”

Bavita blew a second-degree malicious foul on O'Neal Jr., and when he saw this, Jordan waved his arms and roared on the sidelines: "Is Nima's gambling a game?" This turned out to be just a second-degree malicious foul? When will a second degree be awarded? Do I have to wait until my player is killed on the pitch before blowing level two? This guy was the one who was going to murder me."

Crawford stood up to O'Neill Jr. and pushed him onto the pitch while yelling at the security guards, "What are you doing stunned? Pull him back into the locker room! Technical fouls and malicious fouls add up, and he's blown off the court! ”

Carlisle stood in front of the bench expressionlessly, he looked at the scarlet score, it was 62:47 now, O'Neal Jr. first had a technical foul, and now he ate a malicious foul, and the departure was ironclad, without O'Neal Jr., who did he expect to chase these 15 points? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )