Bryant grew up in Italy and only returned to the United States when he was in middle school, in Philadelphia, so at first many people called him Italian. In World War II, Italy and the United States were hostile powers, the former being the Axis powers and the latter belonging to the Central Powers.

Prince jumped up to catch the ball, and Billups has been eyeing Kobe Bryant, who is ready to break through not far away, this is the joint defense, and there are always two players who can lean together. So, when Prince picked the ball, Billups ran one position ahead.

Warburn and Prince followed from behind, and the three of them rushed off the court like tridents, and only Kobe and Fisher had a chance to catch up with the Lakers, and Kobe Bryant played his superstar mentality, unaffected by the block, and retreated to the front.

Billups entered the free throw line and immediately put away the ball, his big foot was more powerful than one step at a time, and he shook the ball from side to side with both hands to fool Kobe. But Kobe Bryant is the person in the best defensive team, not fooled at all, and smartly used his feet to go up to Kabiloops.

"Let the ball fly!" Brown yelled from the sidelines.

Billups jumped subconsciously, Kobe Bryant jumped faster with his hands thrown back, and his right hand with the arm guard shrouded Billups in front of him, blocking all his shots.

"Go!" Billups roared and brought the ball over his head to his chest and flicked it through Kobe's armpit.

The ball hit the rebound and bounced back, flying in the air as nimble as a swimming fish, the fishing net appeared beside it, Huaben roared out, caught the ball with both hands, the long arm spun around like a windmill, and the orange basketball rotated at high speed, like a dazzling fire.

"Boom!" Huaben's arm slammed down, and the fire pierced through the hoop and crashed into the snow-white net, as if a flame had been stuffed into the snow and ice.

"Half fire, half ice!" DJ jumped up and yelled, "This is Ben. Walllllllllllace!" ”

At 52:72, the score was stretched to double digits again, which was not a comfortable gap.

Kobe Bryant served with a cold face, and when he came back from a timeout, he made two mistakes, one was that he couldn't switch defenses and was thrown by Billups to score, and the other was that his shot was blocked.

O'Neill, accustomed to being the boss and developing a temper of self-esteem, exclaimed, "Eight, could you be a little smarter?" Please remember, you're not a big guy at seven feet three inches, you're not just one person playing, you have a lot of teammates! ”

Malone went up and pushed him, and said solemnly: "Shaq, this is not the time to accuse, we are a team, only unity can win, don't you want to take your fourth Russell Cup?" ”

Bill. Russell is the NBA's Lord of the Rings, wearing a championship ring 11 times in his career, but unfortunately never being named the MVP of the Finals. However, his name will always be with this honor, and from the time Jordan won the FMVP for the first time, the Finals MVP trophy was privately dubbed the Russell Cup by NBA players. Eventually, in 2009, the title was finally officially recognized by the NBA, and since then the FMVP trophy has rightly been called Bill. The Russell Cup.

Neither Kobe nor O'Neal were vexatious fools, with the Sharks keeping their mouths shut and Peter Pan handing over the ball to him, running around with Prince on the outside.

O'Neal got the ball, and Campbell's huge body went up to it, as if building a wall for the shark's back.

Of course, the shark is not afraid of this kind of fleshy wall, he slowly slapped the ball, and his body slammed backwards like a siege vehicle, tearing Campbell's defense at once, just as a siege vehicle crashed open the city gate. Of course, once the city gate is opened, it will be as tragic as a slaughter.

The siege engines were heavy and aggressive, but the city, which had always been passively defensive, changed its policy today, and they released an invading cavalry force.

Warben let go of Radvidenko and rushed to O'Neill, his powerful body stuck O'Neal, his hands raised high, and he pressed forward with extreme pressure.

"Damn." The shark screamed wildly, raised his elbow and slammed it back, he was very smart, he knew that Huaben was now the No. 1 fighter in the NBA, and the chances of confronting him head-on were slim, but it was Campbell behind him who was old enough to let him bully.

However, O'Neill doesn't know that there is a saying that ginger is spicy the older he gets, and he doesn't know that there is a saying that old is immortal and cunning like a ghost. The shark elbowed up, and Campbell fell to the ground screaming, rolling with his head in his hands.

"Toot toot!" The referee blows the whistle and blows for an offensive foul. O'Neill was anxious and scolded loudly: "Grass, you don't have eyes or are you fucking watching the game with your asshole?" I didn't have any strength at all, I just turned around reasonably! I will complain to the coalition about you"

"Toot toot!" The referee raised his arms and made a 'T' gesture, the Pistons players were happy, the fans were even happier, and the offensive foul was followed by a technical foul, which is a rare NBA two throws and one free throw (NBA rules are different from international basketball, technical fouls are one free throw, while international basketball is two free throws and one throw).

O'Neill's face was purple with anger, his lips trembled and he couldn't even speak, so Malone hurriedly hugged him. The referee gave him a cold look and said, "You can complain to me at any time, but it must be after this game." ”

Wabben picked up the ball and pretended to be kind to persuade O'Neill: "Don't do this, Shaq, the referee is right." Don't be angry, you are so fat, you must have high blood pressure and high blood lipids, in case you get angry and have a cerebral hemorrhage, then your life will be over, and then your property will become Shannie's, and if Shanni finds another concubine, it will be miserable, he will drive your car and spend your money to live in your house and fuck your wife and beat your son"

"Shut your mouth!" O'Neill pushed Malone to go up and give Hua Ben two blows.

Hua Ben is not happy, what are you doing, buddy is for your good, how can you do this? He took two steps forward without fear, and continued to babble in his mouth: "Why are you like this? Shaq, I'm fucking good for you, look at you dead fat man raised by a bitch, the dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the hearts of good people, grass, you don't understand Chinese, I fucking said it in vain"

Billups and others were holding their arms and watching jokes, and Rashid took advantage of the old handsome's inattention, and ran to the bottom of the basket along the bottom line like a rabbit, pressing ligaments and pulling joints, and it seemed that he was ready to do it.

"No. 3, return it to me, you want to eat T too?" The referee glared at Huaben sternly and shouted.

On TNT's live broadcast seat, Ranbir and Barkley, the two bad balls who have repeatedly exchanged feelings with their fists, stood on the united front for the first time and shouted together: "him, him, him!" ”

DJ and the fans also shouted: "him!" him! him! ”

Lee threw down the horn and learned what Hua Ben did at Angel Hospital in Los Angeles: bent his legs into lunges, pulled his upper body back, and slapped his palms hard, revealing Jet Li's version of Wong Fei Hung's classic pose.

The surrounding fans screamed when they saw this scene, and several girls covered their mouths and shouted: "Wow puppet, China-kongfu (Chinese kung fu)!" i-love-China-kongfu (I love Chinese Kung Fu)! ”

@@@@@一辆波音公司生产的飞豹xp小型客机缓缓降临在洛杉矶国际机场@ An airport worker squeezed into the office, took off his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Tell the guys, the Detroit guys are coming." ”

The plane landed and began to glide, and outside the airport, thousands of fans who had been waiting for a long time got out of the buses and private cars, waiting for the Pistons players to play. A few shirtless fans with the Lakers logo painted on their backs were handing out signs and trumpets, while others were waving flags without a word of kindness.

At this time, a sightseeing bus drove out of the airport, and two small red flags were planted in front of the car, one was the American flag and the other was the menstrual bright red sun flag.

Seeing the bus appear, the fans surrounded Ulala, and at this time, a thin man who was obviously a yellow man jumped out of the car, with an obscene appearance. I saw him grunting solemnly and roaring, and the fans who surrounded him were confused, and no one knew what the fat man said.

Then, another yellow-skinned fat man of about 200 pounds jumped out of the car and translated in English: "Our ambassador asks what you are going to do, are you planning to come up and besiege the special car of our imperial ambassador to the United States?" You're too bold, aren't you going to use a computer? Do you know that as long as our ambassador gives an order, none of our graphics cards will be shipped to your country? Or, if we block the sea, we won't sell you a single engine, and then your car won't be able to drive. Get out of the way, do you want to start a dispute between the two countries? ”

The fans were stunned by the fat man's scolding, and a few grumpy men rolled up their sleeves and planned to come up to teach the two ambassadors a lesson. The leading Lakers fan squeezed out of the crowd, motioned for everyone to get out of the way, and persuaded: "Hey guys, don't do this, our mission today is to teach the Detroit shit a lesson, not to go to war with these yellow monkeys, tell the brothers in the back to get out of the way, and let their rotten cars go." ”

"Blackjack, but the yellow-skinned dwarf has insulted us! This bastard is even going to sanction us with an embargo on engines and graphics cards and other shitty stuff, you say, wouldn't it be too cheap for them if you don't teach them a lesson? A young man said excitedly.

Blackjack shook his head and said, "No, no, brother, arguing with us here will only make the Detroit people laugh." Didn't he threaten to sanction us? Let's let go of this son of a son of a girl today, and let's go and smash their embassy at night, and by the way, smash all the cars on the street. ”

"Boom!" Several radical youths first smashed the camera they were wearing around their necks, and then began to look for the car with red eyes, and some fans saw that the big thing was not good, threw off the protest card, and got into their Honda Mitsubishi Infidini and ran away.

The bus started slowly, away from the crowd of fans, and before leaving the airport, fans kept spitting on the bus and throwing rotten eggs.

In the special car of the so-called ambassador to the United States, a group of dark-skinned tall men squatted in the back seat playing cards, everyone had a pile of change in front of their eyes, and an old man stood by and watched, muttering while watching: "No, no, Rashid, you can't play the king of spades, you will block Chauncey's way, poor Chauncy, he has been killed by you several times for his alliance with you!" ”

The two yellow youths who had called themselves ambassadors before staggered over, and the thin man clapped his hands lightly and said, "Okay, boys, the matter is settled." ”

(To be continued)