Huaben seriously criticized Mirisic: "Darko, what did you just do? Friendship first, competition second! This is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other! Take advantage of his illness and kill him! The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out! Ahem, I was wrong, all in all, you were not right just now, you should have said so"

Listening to Huaben's criticism of his teammates, the Pacers players' expressions softened a little.

"Grass and mud horse pacers, you're dead, we're definitely going to make it to the finals! Ouch, it's time to think about the next opponent again! Hua Ben raised his hand and shook his ass and shouted, "Advance, advance, advance!" Mirisic and Patin hurriedly followed.

Rashid and the others were still depressed when Hua Ben was so humble, and when he finished speaking, it suddenly dawned on him: dogs can't change eating!

"Ben, do you want to start a brawl?" Rashid frowned and said, he waved his hand at the Pacers fans who were about to explode, and began to shout at the top of his voice, "Ouch, you guys haven't made it to the Finals yet!" Foolish hapless Indiana, you're dead! What are you staring at? Want to dry the rack, don't you? Come on, let you also taste the fists and flying feet of the thief in Big Ben, I almost beat him to death when you brewed it! ”

In an extremely unfriendly atmosphere, the game was about to start, and Pacers head coach Carlisle saw that his disciples' mood was a little low because of O'Neal Jr.'s absence, so he encouraged: "What are you afraid of? Well? It's not like I haven't been a teacher in Detroit, don't worry, kids, I know everything about them, they're going to die today, go up and abuse them! ”

Seeing Brown begin to line up, he said confidently: "They will definitely let Ben play center and let Rashid play power forward to attack our inside, but we have an advantage on the outside, Ron, kill the rookie opposite you, Prince knows his physique"

"Don't worry!" Artest had a sinister smile on his face.

The starting lineup for the Pacers is: center Jeff. Foster, power forward Al. Harrington, small forward Ron. Artest, scoring guard Reggie. Miller, playmaker Jamal. Tinsley.

The starting lineup for the Pistons is: center Darko. Mirisic, power forward Rashid, small forward Ben. Wallace, scoring guard Hamilton, playmaking guard Billups.

"Boss, didn't you say they'd put that rookie from Prince against me?" Artest looked at the list and panicked, and Carlisle sneered and said, "Misstep, misstep." ”

You're just wrong, and I'm going to die! Artest greeted Carlisle's female relatives on the court in his heart, if you want to say who these two stunned people are afraid of now, he doesn't care about anyone else except Huaben, who can beat a fierce person like Rashid to vomit blood and run away, the whole league is the only one in the Huaben scorpion.

Foster is six feet 11 tall and is also a fierce man, but Mirisic is more than seven feet tall, and his reach and bounce awareness are stronger than him. So, the referee tossed the ball, and as soon as Foster crouched down on his ass, Mirisic had already 'whoosh' to slap the ball to Billups.

"Awesome!" Rashid patted Mirisic's ass and said, "The burden of jumping the ball will be handed over to you in the future." ”

"See." Mirisic triumphantly ran to the front, and he winked at Artest, blocking him at once.

Now Atay said that after Ci Shiping, at some point Antai didn't understand what was going on, and Hua Ben, who was opposite him, stood outside the three-point line, got Billups' pass, raised his hand and threw it out, 'swoop', and hit a three-point shot.

"Ben. Wallace scored the first point in the Eastern Conference Finals, and it was a three-pointer, oh, he's so handsome. Waben spread out his hands and ran back to boast to himself, and Rashid looked depressed, "Can you give me a hint before you shoot?" I just got stuck under the basket! ”

Tinsley dribbled the ball in front of the court in the form of a small sports car, and Hamilton blocked the run of Miller, who was fast and tall, and chased so hard that Miller couldn't even run out of an open space.

Hua Ben was just about to praise a mask man, but Hamilton, who was entangled with Miller, suddenly changed his face, and his smooth movements stopped, Miller withdrew from the three-point line, received Artest's ball, shook his hand and quickly shot the ball, 'Wow', it was also a three-point hit.

"Damn, are you roundworms? What are you doing with your fingers in my asshole? Want to eat? An honest man like Hamilton was also angry, and men were most afraid of popping chrysanthemums, and he met it today.

Miller hooked his fingers, "Don't worry, baby, Uncle has smeared the lube, and he will definitely serve you well tonight, get ready!" Oh, do you want to? That's better, you know, I love to help my opponent go to the toilet the most, boy, do you have constipation? If Uncle Miller is constipated and can help you, come and raise your ass, Uncle will let you have a cool day today."

Tut-tuo, Miller's mouth opened, and trash talk began to spew out.

Billups gave Hamilton a thumbs up and turned to the left, who fell silent and ran away. Miller chased after him and sneered: "Yo yo yo, there is still a relationship?" What does he mean by that? You mean my middle finger isn't as thick as his thumb, right? It's cool for him to stab you, isn't it? ”

Everyone decided that Billups was going to help Hamilton get revenge, and it turned out that Mirisic inside got the ball.

Foster came on the pitch to carry out his duty of pushing Mirisic out, only this time he paid attention to Hamilton, and his clever brain allowed him to guess that the bad bird of Billups was ready to help his teammate get revenge.

Mirisic got the ball in the penalty area, turned around and stuck in and pulled down, scared Foster to retreat quickly, as soon as he retreated, Mirisic pulled back, quickly slapped the ball sideways two steps, raised the ball and was about to shoot. Foster jumped up to block, and when he jumped, Mirisic pivoted to his feet and stepped forward, avoiding Foster to jump up and send the ball into the hoop.

"Oh, this kid is doing great! Haha, no wonder they all call him White Dream, that Hakim guy liked to do that back then! Barkley laughed in the TNT studio, "Look at that idiot, he's flying in the air like a pig, and his expression is so funny, haha!" ”

"Pigs flying in the air? Flying Pigs? Smith asked, confused.

Barkley tugged at the corners of his mouth, why should Jordan call him a trapeze artist when he has to call him a flying pig? Am I not handsome, not handsome?

"Scoring, it's that simple." Mirisic shrugged his shoulders and winked at Foster, raised his hands in response to the cheers of the fans, well, boos in fact, he was scolded by the fans for being so arrogant.

It turns out that without O'Neal Jr., the strength of the Pacers immediately dropped a notch. After all, this season, this team's tactics are all about O'Neill Jr.

"They can't pull the inside line, they can't shoot the outside line, and now on the court, there are three people who are not indiscriminate, and Big Ben can say that their team has two pure inside lines, and he can float anywhere. But the Indianas can't, Ron and Al are inconsistent, and their guards aren't Kidd's kind of guys who can keep things going on and that's dangerous. Smith shook his head and said, "Ron and Al are too short to even see anyone when they enter the line." ”

Barkley was reluctant to hear this, "What's wrong with being short?" They're both taller than me, Kenny, I have to say, you're the kind of idiot who only talks nonsense, games have nothing to do with height, and rebounds have nothing to do with height! Why did God give you a pair of big elbows? What are you doing with two big butts? ”

The Pistons fans in front of the TV nodded with deep feeling, and the fans of the Pistons' sworn rivals scolded angrily:

"Nima, dead fatty, where did your big elbow and big ass go when you fucked with the pistons? You don't have hemorrhoids, shit, fart, chrysanthemum doesn't hurt, you go up to Big Ben and Rashid to try to stand up your elbow, it's strange that they don't pump you! And that rookie in the Black Sai, what a bad thing, only a few days to become a member of the Piston Gang? Big Ben stumbled with his elbow, Rashid stretched out his fist and screwed people, what a bad seed! ”

"Are you screwing me, believe it or not, beating you?" Foster roared in anger after being ravaged by Milicic's paws again.

Mirisic saw that Wabben and Rashid were standing behind Foster, and his face showed a cheap look: "Come on, come on, come and beat me, I can't wait." ”

Artest can't stand it anymore, is there any reason for it? When I was a rookie, I wasn't so arrogant, but I just broke Jordan's ribs, why is this kid so awesome? No, I don't teach him to be sorry for the big fist God gave me.

Hua Ben clenched his hands vigorously, and the knuckles hit the 'Kerala', and his mouth screamed: "Ahhh ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Rashid wanted to lie on the ground, but then he thought that it was not right, he and Daben were brothers in a pair of pants, so he pulled Mirisic back: "Get out of the way, I'm going to be crazy, and those who don't want to be splashed with blood should get out of the way." ”

Artest also let go, and he explained to Foster: "I'm not afraid of them, my dad is a U.S. Navy boxing champion, mainly the referee is here, let's keep a low profile." ”

"If you don't want to fight, get out!" The bald Crawford has never been a mess to be messed with, leaving such a sentence on his gloomy crotch face, blowing a t on both teams.

Brown and Carlisle began to sprinkle together, but when they saw Crawford staring at him, the two old men smiled wryly and nodded, "Obey the organization." ”

This time the war was strangled in the cradle, and the players of the Lakers and Timberwolves in the distance sighed regretfully.

With Crawford's killer monkey, the players behind him are all low-key and don't make any big moves.

As a result, the gap between the Pistons and the Pacers is even more obvious. The best way to control the game is to organize the defenders, Billups can kill Tinsley, who is familiar with playing around O'Neal Jr., which will be in the absence of O'Neal, he will wilt.

Harrington and Artest are both masters of chaotic battles, and Miller, an old ball, is also good at this, but under the sharp eyes of the referees, in order to avoid eating T, the players are all disciplined, and they have no chance to fight.

The Pistons have the absolute advantage on the court, and naturally they don't want to cause trouble, and Tianzun didn't scream in this game, except for the opening. Wahben's elbows and Mirisic's little hands were much quieter, and sometimes the Pacers came too much and they tried to restrain themselves.

(To be continued)