Hua Ben was very upset, and since the day before yesterday, Bell began to call and repeatedly emphasize that he would come back and kill him, which made him upset. But fortunately, he likes basketball very much, not just as a mixed job, and he is still serious when training, and he does not let people notice the inner turmoil.

Thrown in the face by the sweaty hat, Huaben subconsciously wanted to get angry, but as soon as he thought about making a fart himself, Rashid also made himself happy, so he slammed it on his head and said, "Teach the Polis people a lesson later!" ”

"The Detroiters are going to teach us a lesson here, and they must want to win two games in a row and then step on our corpses and walk into the championship arena." Miller said with a smile, standing in the corner of the locker room with his arms crossed, calm as the uncle next door.

Little O'Neill and the others looked at him dissatisfied, isn't this guy saying this now just a blow to their morale? Artest stood up impulsively, but was pushed down by his friend Harrington, who had always respected Miller, an old bird who had been on a team for seventeen years, and deserved his respect for that.

Since O'Neal Jr. and Artest played up, Miller was relegated from the king of the Pacers to the team's junior, and even when Harrington showed his ability, he gave up the third spot and stood in the fourth place when he played.

This is a direct manifestation of this, in the locker room, Miller always chooses a corner. Off the pitch, he's a quiet gentleman.

"When I first entered this league in 1987, it was still the world of Magic and Big Bird, and the two of them divided the East and West championships, and even if Michael was so proud, he had to recognize their status, and at that time, I thought that an ugly bird flew to the Indiana desert, waiting for ten or eight years of obscurity, and then retired." Miller said slowly with a smile on his face, and everyone fell silent, knowing that Miller wouldn't ramble aimlessly.

"Magician and Big Bird are terrible, you haven't experienced their peak, so you don't have to face them. However, some of you have played against Michael, so you should know how good he is. And Hakim. Olajuwon, former Pistons leader Isaiah. Thomas and Joe. Dumas, they are all terrible guys, and before they fight, many people will pray that God will give them the strength to not have to defeat them, as long as they can lose not ugly. ”

"I've never prayed, am I not afraid of losing? No, no, no, I'm more afraid of losing, but I've already lost to the end, what am I afraid of losing? Miller's tone was grim, and there were two fires burning in his eyes, "I was even thought to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life until I was six years old!" No one believed I could play basketball until I was fifteen! When I entered the league in 1987, everyone thought I was going to be beaten by the strong guys in the NBA, but all in all, I was never favored by people since I was a child! ”

"But so what? What if no one is optimistic about me? I have come step by step, since I was a child, I have surprised countless people, made countless people dare not believe, and made countless people look up to their achievements! But that's not enough, it's not enough, I'm going to win the championship, guys, I'm going to get the championship and let Michael, the sons of bitches in New York know, I'm Reggie. Miller wasn't the best, but he wasn't the kind of garbage they thought he was! ”

"I want everyone to know that I can do what they don't think can work! I'm not trying to tell people how great I am, I'm just trying to get what belongs to me back! I've been here for 17 seasons! 17 seasons as long! I spent my youth here, I don't want to, and when I'm old, I don't have anything to remember! I'm going to win a championship because I'm supposed to take this thing! "Reggie. Miller tilted his head and said, everyone was sitting, only he was standing, so no one else could know if this tough guy who had never compromised on the court was crying for the first time on the court.

"I'm old, old, skinny, slow, and my hands shake when I shoot, but I'm still going to fight! We've lost two in a row, and everybody thinks we're going to lose two more, but I don't believe the fuck! Even if I lose, I don't care, I'm old like this, what else can't I see? But you're different, you're all young, do you want to have the damn reputation of 'the team with the best record in the league and not even making it to the Finals' for your entire career? If it were me, I'd rather die! Miller spat out every word, and it was loud.

Miller spat out the last word and never said a word again, and those words were enough.

Little O'Neill and the others lowered their heads and panted vigorously, and Artest's eyes were red and his whole body was trembling.

", I don't believe Detroit, who didn't win a game in the regular season, could finally eliminate us!" O'Neal Jr. said slowly, "I don't want to fucking want to, I finally got the first record in the league, but I can't take away the championship trophy." ”

Artest clenched his fists fiercely and scolded: "Let the Detroiters be embarrassed at home!" ”

Yes, the Pistons are disgraced on their own doorstep.

At the beginning of the game, O'Neal Jr. picked the ball into Tinsley's hands and rushed forward at a gallop, but Wahben and Rashid didn't even react, he was already hanging on the hoop.

Billups passed, Harrington rushed out from the side and broke the ball in the air, Miller tore and scooped the ball into his arms, Wabben quietly gave him an elbow, but the opponent didn't even snort. With the ball in hand, Miller broke through Hamilton and smashed a dunk on Rashid's head.

"Damn, these crazy people! Isn't this damn old man going to die?! Rashid said depressedly as he served.

Yes, don't die, not only Miller, the entire Pacers team won't die. O'Neal Jr. looked like a back injury, and he was like a tiger on the inside, Rashid and Waben couldn't lock him up, and then in the next round, Hamilton burst into the inside jumper, and O'Neal Jr. slapped him away.

Artest broke through the layup with the ball, Waben stepped forward to intercept, the two were entangled in the air, even if they were finally pulled down, Artest still smashed the ball into the hoop, 2+1, this is the first time in the playoffs that someone has played 2+1 in Waben's hands.

In front of the Pacers' strong momentum, any counterattack was weak, and Brown saw the problem and immediately made a personnel switch, replacing Prince with Mirisic, freeing up Hubben to the small forward position.

Carlisle watched Brown make the substitution, shook his head and whispered, "Don't you understand, it's not a question of which player." ”

Mirisic made a shot inside, O'Neal Jr. and Artest had been thrown away by him, Miller rushed up, firmly blocked the front, and as soon as he turned around, he knocked him straight away.

The referee blew the whistle and pointed to his elbow for an offensive foul. Mirisic raised his hand helplessly, looked at Huaben and smiled bitterly: "This old madman! ”

"Damn, how can this be?" Waben cursed blankly, the whistle blew at the end of the game, and the scoreboard was a huge 112:102, the home team was behind and the away team was in front, they lost, and despite their hard work, they were still picked off by the Pacers who came to play away.

What made Huaben dazed was not defeat, but consecutive defeats, and for two consecutive home games, they were all cut to the ground by the Pacers!

"Today's Eastern Conference Finals are really evil, are we mistaken, the first two games are the home of the Pistons, and the third and fourth games are the home of the Pacers?" Busy dealing with the Europa League and finally flying back to the United States, Irene. Andrews said curiously, "Or is it that the news I've seen in Europe is fake news and they're mistaken?" It's possible that the Europeans only know that the ball and the earth are round, and they don't even know what shape the other balls are. ”

"Aren't all balls round?" A reporter from ESPN asked stupidly.

Erin sighed, as if worried about the reporter's intelligence, "Rugby, man! Is rugby round?! ”

Waeben didn't have time to care when Erin came to the side of the court, he just couldn't believe it now, they had lost two games in a row, just like on the home court of the Pacers, who had won two games in a row on their home court!

The loss in Game 3 can be used as an excuse for the Pistons players to prevaricate the reporter's blame, but what happened in Game 2?

In the last game, the Pacers narrowly defeated the Pistons 108-104, and this game can put the blame on Hua himself, who left the court with six fouls at the beginning of the fourth quarter in order to limit O'Neal Jr., resulting in the lack of Zhenhai Shenshen on the inside. But, as it is said now, the reason why he fouled so many was to limit O'Neal Jr. and Artest, the two bastards who went crazy in that game and combined to score 65 points! Both of them got 30+, how does this make the others fight?

But in this game, from the head coach to the substitute, everyone got serious, Huaben even deducted the mobile phone battery, cut off the connection with Bale and Alba, and concentrated on participating in this game, just to win a victory at home and win the match point by the way.

The result?

At 112:102, they lost again, losing even more points than in the first game.

Before this game, as the star of the Pacers, O'Neal Jr. wrote Miller's No. 31 jersey number on his shoes and firmly went to the game with an injury. The Pacers tied the overall score at 2-2. With this in the way, they regained home-court advantage, and the fifth game between the two teams will return to the Pacers' Conceco Coliseum on the 31st.

In this game, Arteste scored 31 points and 8 rebounds, Miller scored 18 points on 4-of-6 three-point shooting, and O'Neal Jr. collided with Wabben in the first quarter and sprained his left knee, but he resolutely did not get off the court, scoring 32 points and 13 rebounds in a row. Of those, the Pacers shot 46 percent today. And the Pistons shot less than 31 percent.

In this game, Huaben performed well, shooting and shooting, scoring a full 42 points, in addition to 18 rebounds. What's the use? His teammates were lost, or not lost, but just suppressed by the opposing team, Rashid only scored 11 points today, Mirisic was dunked by O'Neal Jr. and Artest in a row, and collapsed directly, and was replaced early by Brown. Billups and Hamilton played mediocre, with just over half of Hua Ben's scores, and the former got a lot of assists, a full 16, half of which were brushed on Hua himself.

(To be continued)