If it is ruthless, the Pistons are really not afraid of anyone, Brown's iron fist and Warburn's iron fist have restored Detroit to its historical glory, once again becoming the league's feared bad boy army.

Billups pushed to the frontcourt, and in the face of Payton, he leaned over his shoulders and began to crush him. The gloves were playing this game today, their eyes bulging out like big goldfish, and their small cannonball-like body was stuck in Billups, pushing it out with a desperate play.

The two outside lines are not much worse than the inner lines!

Huaben ran out to ask for the ball, didn't O'Neill look aggrieved about his father's death and mother's remarriage? Okay, I'll make you a little more aggrieved.

Malone didn't play, and there were no low-post players who could defend against high posts, so O'Neill had to reluctantly follow.

Wajben slapped the ball, maintaining a sense of rhythm to face O'Neill, his shoulders swaying slightly, and his body weight undulating as if it were a sailboat hanging on the waves. As he stepped away, O'Neal quickly lowered his center of gravity and opened his arms to intercept in front of him like a wall of flesh, which was the best way to defend players who were good at footwork.

As O'Neill crouched, Warburn sped up suddenly, his feet danced and shifted several positions, and his body swayed from the shark's right side to the inside.

"Don't think!" O'Neill roared as he showed his determination, his right leg straddling outward, his left leg quickly catching up, his huge body moving two feet away, blocking Huaben's path.

Huaben couldn't stop the car and hit the shark's body, he didn't use his strength to open the way, it was too physical, but quickly turned around with the impact reaction force, and his right hand took over the ball and still 'snapped' fast, and came to O'Neill's left side like a windmill.

"This bastard is so fast!" O'Neill secretly complained, so he had to prepare to move sideways again, but as soon as he moved, he found that Hua Ben's eyes were still staring at his right side, and he immediately shuddered in his heart, this grandson is a feint?!

With doubts, he hesitated, O'Neill was hesitating which side to block, and Hua Ben on the other side had already told him the answer: Whichever side you let go, Lao Tzu will pass you from!

Waben stepped out of his body and turned to O'Neill's left, and at the same time his left arm swung out powerfully, and hit the shark's ribs with his elbow, his feet rubbing against the floor to gain friction to provide momentum, and he rushed past him like a cheetah.

O'Neal wanted to turn around and chase after him, but he stopped for half a second because of the sharp pain under his ribs, which is the time that can decide the victory or defeat. There was no one in the Lakers' restricted area, and after passing the shark Huaben, he put away the ball, crossed his slender legs quickly, took three steps and stepped on the floor to jump, and picked up the ball in his hand to make a one-armed tomahawk.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Huaben let go of the hoop and glided to the rebound, and slapped his chest at the fan in front of him, "Wait to be swept!" ”

It's already a shame to be hit by Wabeon with such a beautiful offense, and now hearing his roar again, the fans in Los Angeles are really furious. They have been silent since they entered the court, and they have been silently putting pressure on the players with a dead silence, and it is very hard to hold back, and now let Hua Ben provoke him like this, these people suddenly put the pre-game agreement behind them, raised their middle fingers and began to curse:

"Raised by a bitch, we're going to kill you next year!"

"Don't go, go to Rad Bay, bring a gun!"

"Kill him Shaq, kill him!"

The more people began to curse, and the Staples Arena became a wet market again, with a continuous stream of shouts and boos.

But the expressions of the Pistons players looked much better, and Prince exhaled directly: It's not that they have masochistic tendencies, but they have adapted to the away boos, and when they are suddenly confronted with this silence, they are under too much pressure.

O'Neal was very responsive to Peyton's instructions of 'I want to single', he threw his arms across and stuck Huaben, and yelled, "Aren't you very good at swinging elbows?" Come on, coward? The big diesel engine is angry, I will destroy you, so that your life is worse than death! ”

"You're going to be swept away." Hua Ben didn't care what O'Neill said, just repeatedly leaned on his ear and muttered, "You're going to be swept, you're going to be swept"

The effect of this kind of trash talk is very large, do you remember a group brawl between the 76ers and the Celtics? One of the people involved is Barkley, who is now sitting in front of TNT TV in the form of a dog. The reason for the matter is that when the 76ers faced the Celtics at home, Dr. J Irving and Bird faced off against the old enemies, unfortunately, Irving only scored 8 points when he played poorly that time, while his rival Bird scored 30 points! The question is, this is Owen's home field, how can Dr. J not be on fire?

Everyone knew what Bird's mouth was, and in order to provoke his opponent into doing irrational things, Bird began to mumble: "30 to 8, Dr. J, 30 to 8!" Look, 30 to 8, I haven't tried my best, it's 30 to 8, 30 to 8, 30 to 8, 30 to 8."

Bird's goal was achieved, and he did off Owen, but he only guessed correctly at first and not correctly at first. Instead of making an irrational single, as Bird had expected, the furious Owen threw straight punches. In terms of singles ability, Bird is not bad, but there was a martial arts master next to Owen at that time, of course, that person was the great Charles. Mr. Buckley.

Everyone knows what happened next, when everyone else went up to pull the rack, Barkley, who was a rookie at the time, cut Bird's hands and told the boss Owen: "Beat him, he was choked!" ”

"Crackling" Bird suffered the darkest game of his career, and also suffered the worst Waterloo of his brawl life. Barkley, on the other hand, kicked off his career as a martial artist.

O'Neill obviously knew this allusion, and in the face of Warburn's provocation, he glared angrily, stretched out his arm to reach the ball, and his big butt slammed inward at a high frequency as if a piledriver had been installed. That's what Hua wanted to do, and although he was more painful, O'Neal started to play singles.

The entanglement finally ended with O'Neal's turn and throw hit at the end of 24 seconds, Wahben served quickly, Billups got the ball and threw it directly to Prince who ran to the frontcourt, the little prince and Hamilton launched a fierce attack on Payton and Kobe, and took advantage of the opponent's foothold to shoot a jumper, and simply cut down two points.

"You're going to be swept away, you're going to be swept away, you're going to be swept away" Wabben stuck to O'Neill's back as if he were chanting a mantra, making the shark furious.

Rashid sympathetically stuck O'Neill, who had a purple face, and said to Fox beside him: "Ben is so bad, how can he do this?" Isn't it a buddy? Fawkes nodded in agreement and sighed, "Rashid, you're more reasonable." ”

"You're going to be swept away, you're going to be swept away, you're going to be swept away," Rashid muttered in a quicker tone as he leaned over to Fawkes, who was more slick and trash-talking.

Fawkes's face also turned purple.

Attacking O'Neill again and asking for the ball in the inside position, Huaben saw that he got the ball, quickly closed his mouth, hummed and panted, tensing his muscles behind him.

O'Neill squatted down, pouted his big ass, and roared as he banged in, "Talk again, bitch, why did you keep your mouth shut?" Come on? Mr. Big Diesel likes to listen to trash talk, ouch! ”

Waeben carried O'Neill with all his might, silently chanting '1, 2, 3' in his heart, and when he reached 3, he suddenly stepped back and turned sideways, O'Neill was hitting it with all his strength, and this time he was almost flashed to his waist, and it was easy to stabilize himself, but when he stabilized, the ball in his hand was gone.

Wabben slapped the ball and threw it to Rashid, who handed it to Billups, and the five Pistons rushed forward with a tacit understanding, at which time O'Neal had just stabilized his body.

4 to 5 in the frontcourt, the villains of the Pistons know best the truth of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, the ball goes around in the hands of five people, and finally comes to the hands of the inside line Huaben. Fox gritted his teeth and came up to make up for it, his movements were too slow, and by the time he ran over, Huaben had already sent the ball into the hoop.

The score became 2:6, the Pistons' lead was more beautiful, and the fans' faces were ugly.

The five Pistons ran to the frontcourt, and Waben waved at O'Neal and shouted, "Welcome to the finals!" "It was the first game when O'Neill used to demonstrate against him, and now he finally found a chance to return it.

"6 to 2, you are going to be swept away; 6 to 2, you will be swept away; 6 to 2, you're going to be swept away" muttered the five villains of the Pistons, this time unifying the lines.

O'Neal clenched his fists and inhaled hard, suppressing the brawl that was about to erupt in his heart**, as a professional player, he knew that the opponent deliberately wanted to provoke himself and let himself do irrational things, and now Stern was watching the game live.

It's one thing to understand the truth, it's another thing to be able to do it, and now the best way to fight back is to use more ruthless trash talk to give back, but O'Neill pondered for a long time, sad to find that he couldn't say what he said, and the other party has been quite proud of himself recently whether he is on or off the field.

Or was Payton experienced, and he yelled at Wabben while dribbling the ball, "Hey, idiot, I heard you're going to be a dad?" Do you really think the baby in that chick's belly is yours? Haha, you're going to raise a son for someone, do you know whose child it is? ”

Hua Ben was really attracted to attention: "You know? ”

Peyton sneered, "Of course, I'm a jack of all trades in Los Angeles, so what do I not know?" I know everything, I know everything"

"Remember to tell reporters, in fact, I don't really want to know these things, when do you tell the reporter and help me clear this notoriety, thank you." Huaben waved his hand to Peyton very harmoniously and smiled, "This thing has been pestering me for so long, and now it's inconvenient for me to pick up girls, God knows how these girls think I'm going to get married, far away from me, damn it!" ”

The second half of Peyton's ready to exit is stillborn!

"Give me the ball!" O'Neal took advantage of Wajben's wave to run inside, and Payton's eyes lit up and he quickly threw the ball in.

O'Neal got the ball and shook off Warben, turned and roared and rushed to the basket.

"Bang!" "Toot!"

A muffled sound and a whistle sounded at the same time, O'Neill was stunned with the ball, and in front of him lay a man, Hamilton!

The big screen began to replay the footage, and Hamilton quietly stood behind the shark as Warburn circled in front of him, so that the shark turned around and knocked him into the air.

"Offensive foul!"

Despite the shouting of "black whistle" and "black money" and the like, the referees insisted on the penalty, O'Neal was indeed an offensive foul, and he couldn't get a home whistle, and their boss Stern sat on the sidelines watching the game.

The Pistons were very patient in the frontcourt, but unfortunately the Lakers players were ruthless, and the interior was guarded like an iron bucket and couldn't get in.

Later, Billupsso made a three-point shot of his own, missed it, and the ball bounced off the hoop and was picked off by O'Neal.

"Let me come!" When it came to the front court, O'Neal stuck with Huaben and asked for the ball again.

Seeing Payton preparing to pass the ball, Kobe, who had been expressionless, was furious: "This is the game, this is the Finals!" Do you think you're playing at home? Or is it playing a bloody drama of the prince's revenge? How many balls has been wasted on number 32? Damn, can you guys be serious?! ”

Bryant's outburst came without warning, and all nine people on the court were caught off guard. Payton was about to pass the ball, but Kobe Bryant roared like this, and he also felt that it was inappropriate to insist on playing inside, but the ball was about to be shot, so he subconsciously retracted it.

As a result, the pass that happened to fall above O'Neal's head was too light, and it began to fall halfway through the flight, and Billups was quick to let go of Payton and quickly jumped back to grab the ball.

"A bunch of shit!" Kobe Bryant has stopped talking, and he is really angry and aggrieved.

The Pistons didn't care, they got the opportunity to fight back, and the five villains ran faster and happier than the other. O'Neal can't keep up with the speed, and Warburn and Rashid are fierce men who sprint like a rhinoceros, what's the use of facing such a counterattack from the Lakers? Especially now that Peyton has old arms and legs, how dare he fight?

The Zen master stood on the sidelines with his arms in his arms, not saying a word, just coldly watching the farce on the court.

The fans didn't agree, they didn't come to watch the loss, and it was obvious that the opponent was suppressing you on the field, so why didn't you call a timeout and no substitutions? More than 10,000 fans began to shout: "Class! KFC, class is out! Class! ”

Instead, Brown called a timeout, he saw that the opponent on the court was not in the right mood, and he didn't dare to let it go on like this. Now that the championship has basically fallen into his arms, he can't be too anxious, in case of triggering a rare grand finals brawl in a century, then this championship will be smeared.

Lao Shuai is an old man who pursues perfection.

Wabben wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, pulled Prince over and said, "Let Kobe Bryant go a little later, remember how we beat them in the regular season last year?" Lock Shaq first and let Kobe stick to the ball. ”

Brown replaced Rashid with Mirisic, against Fox, and the Serbian was even more effective than Rashid. The point is, it's the finals, and there are a lot of TV stations in Europe that broadcast it live, and he needs to help the team gain popularity.

Mirisic made a contribution as soon as he came on the field, Billups and Fisher, who came on as a substitute, could not break through for a long time, Huaben came up to respond, O'Neill could only catch up and defend, so that the inside line was empty. Mirisic was conscious of needless to say, and when he saw the empty space on the inside, he ran to the basket, Billups threw the ball, he received the ball and rose into the air, his slender body twisted slightly, and he squinted at the hoop for a thunderbolt dunk.

The Lakers did stink enough in the opening, the Pistons' lead turned into double digits directly, Kobe Bryant's face was ugly, and he went directly to ask for the ball when he served this time, Payton came up to catch the ball, he didn't even look at it, and ran down with the ball.

Prince hurriedly set up a defense outside the three-point line, and Huaben waved at him, and the little prince understood that he would no longer defend it.

Even if Prince gets serious, Kobe Bryant doesn't take him seriously, not to mention that now the little prince deliberately shows his flaws?

Bryant changed direction twice in a row, shook off Prince and rushed into the free throw line, jumped back slightly, and sent the ball into the hoop with a shake of his wrist.

The offensive end was not strong, O'Neal was very serious when defending, Warben's hook hand under the basket was interfered with by him, and the ball bounced on the neck of the basket and was grabbed by Fox to grab the rebound.

Kobe Bryant wanted to break fast, but Billups caught up and didn't stop him, only to block the foul and send him to the free throw line.

scored four points in a row, and Bryant's confidence came out. The fans didn't notice the conspiracy of the Pistons, and they were happy for Kobe's outburst, shouting vigorously: "Kobe, No.1!" "Kobe, get your revenge!" Some fans even started to cry out "no shaq".

The Pistons still have the lead, they play patiently, they are not in a hurry, and they can always find a reasonable shot.

On the Lakers' side, Kobe Bryant decided to go it alone, and Prince just played a symbolic defense, saving up his strength and waiting for the second half. Kobe Bryant burst into the inside line and went to make up for the defense, O'Neal asked for the ball in the vacant position, but Kobe Bryant didn't look at the throw.

The ball didn't go in, O'Neal jumped up to get the ball that was starting to fall, and took advantage of the situation to make a two-handed slam dunk. Holding back his resentment in his heart, he didn't come down after the dunk, but bent his legs and did a pull-up, tearing the hoop hard.

The referees were not happy and went up to blow him for a technical foul. This is indeed a technical foul, unless there is someone under the basket and you are hanging on the hoop to avoid bumping into people and causing a conflict, it is considered a provocation, and blowing t needless to say.

O'Neal had a cold face, and the referee motioned for him to raise his hand, but he ignored it: this is also a technical foul, and he disobeys the referee's decision. Peyton saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly went up and forced O'Neal to raise his arm, so that the referee's face looked better, and said, "If you don't want to end the game, please be honest with me." ”

The big shark smiled with a gloomy face, "Should I die now?" Give up a seat to Number 8, yes? ”

(To be continued)