Padding blew up at Waben when he served, and his right thumb silently pointed to the bottom corner of the right side of the front court, and then pointed to the basket, and his face returned to a charming smile, and ran down with the ball.

Wajben quickly rushed into the front court of the box, he tangled with Artest, and took advantage of the opportunity to rush out of the box and run outside the bottom corner three-point line on the right side. At this time, Patin happened to be at the top of the three-point line, and when Waben ran out, he passed the ball, Waben fell into place, and the ball arrived.

Seeing that Huaben got the ball outside the three-point line, O'Neal Jr. and Artest were shocked at the same time and pounced together.

Wamoto smiled and flung the ball to Pattin, who stopped receiving the ball and pushed his arm out and passed it to Oku.

One step outside the penalty area, Oku had no one around, and when he got the ball, he easily shot and hit it accurately.

At 44:44, it was flat again.

Seeing that he couldn't open the difference, Artest was a little anxious, and when he attacked, he reached out for the ball, and Huaben was behind him. When he got to the ball, he subconsciously turned around quickly and wanted to force Huaben away, but when he turned around, he didn't feel right, why is the strength of the person behind him so small?

Wajben switched positions with Pattin, Artest turned around with an elbow, Patin was pushed directly to the ground, and the referee quickly blew the whistle and awarded the ball to the Pistons.

"It's a fake fall! Damn, it's a fake fall! Did you take the black money raised by these bitches? What do your dog's eyes see? Artest yelled at Crawford.

Miller and little O'Neal were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly rushed up to pull the excited Arteste back, the bald Crawford glanced at Artest coldly, and Miller hurriedly explained: "Man, you have to forgive him, this kid is a little nervous"

Crawford, known as a referee tyrant, ignored Miller's explanation, blew the whistle and gave Artest a technical foul.

Artest was furious, pushed Miller away and was about to roar, but Miller grabbed him and yelled, "Enough, Ron, enough!" Haven't you made enough trouble? If you go up again, it's a second technical foul, and you'll be ejected straight from the game! Don't you want to play anymore? Do you want to fuck off? ”

Rashid, who was watching the development of the situation here, shook his head unbearably, and sighed: "Impulse is the devil, grass, fortunately, Lao Tzu has passed the age of impulsiveness." ”

Waben was speechless, but it was really strange that since joining the Pistons, Rashid suddenly changed his surname and rarely got angry on the court. Even when he encountered injustice, he smiled generously, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands over like this, instead of yelling.

Patin was about to go up and take the free throw, but Wadben tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to come, and Patin didn't hit as good as he did on the free throw.

With both free throws and the Pistons possessing the ball, and two in a row, the blow was fatal to the Pacers.

Rashid served the ball to Pattin, who received the ball and flicked it into the box with a wave of his arm.

The basketball spun and crossed a rainbow-like trajectory in the air and fell into the air above the penalty area, Huaben's strong body hit the back of O'Neal Jr., directly pushed him out of the penalty area, stepped on the floor with both feet, and pulled onions on dry land without helping, and jumped up neatly, while his right arm was erected like Optimus Prime, and his big hand grabbed the hoop accurately, and with a roar in his mouth, he slashed at the hoop with groundbreaking power.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the orange-red hoop was twisted into a terrible arc, and Hua Ben's heavy slam on Hua Shan was like a mace hitting the hearts of the fans, making them moan.

The Pistons got the ball again, Wabeen turned and missed a jumper, O'Neal Jr. grabbed the rebound, flicked his hand to Tinsley, and the crowd quickly rushed to the frontcourt.

Artest gritted his teeth and stuck Huaben's body to pass the ball, and he roared wildly, squeezing in like a mad rhinoceros.

"Boom, boom!" The two bodies closest to steel collided with each other, Artest was extremely depressed by the referee's injustice, and could only vent in this way, several fatal heavy collisions in a row, Hua Ben couldn't stand it, and his body was pushed away a little. With this gap, Artest slapped the ball with his right hand and lowered his body center of gravity, and rushed into the bottom of the penalty area against his chest, and Rashid wanted to come up to make up for the defense, but Artest shot quickly and hit the ball quickly.

48:46.

"Damn, there's a kind of hard work with me, do you dare? Do you have a kind?! Artest clapped his chest like an ancient Roman gladiator and roared, but in fact, the fierce fans cheered:

"Well done Ron!"

"A real tough guy, a native Indiana savage!"

"Let the Detroit chicks cry and fuck off!"

Hua Ben wiped his forehead with his arm, sweaty, and his blood boiled at Artest's provocation, so he laughed and said, "Do you want to come hard?" Okay, Ron, I'm going to show you what a tough guy fight is! ”

Patin waved his hand, Rashid and Oku got into the penalty area at the same time, two seven-foot strong men on the left and one on the right dominated the penalty area, O'Neill Jr. and Harrington were entangled with the two, and the inside line suddenly became a bullring, and it could no longer accommodate an unrelated person.

Huaben withdrew from the inside, he was slow at first, and after running out of the box, he accelerated sharply and quickly ran out of the three-point line. Patin jammed Tinsley with his body and passed the ball over.

Holding the ball, Hua lowered his shoulders and shook forward, striding with his left leg, and he was about to break through.

Artest subconsciously retreated half a step back, and roared in his mouth: "Don't think! ”

Waben sneered, Artest stepped back, he also stepped back, quickly pulled back the leg that stepped out, and at the same time the strong and powerful waist stiffened, the whole person jumped up, he bent his arm, his right hand held the ball steadily, his wrist was raised, and the basketball was thrown out by him.

As soon as the ball flew out, the old fans at the scene began to mourn again and again, they saw the landing point of the ball from the arc of the ball, and Huaben's three-point long-range shot made them desperate for victory.

Squatting in front of the bench, the old coach held a pen in one hand and a tactical board in the other, and the black signature pen quickly drew traces on it: "Rashid, show me here in the first two minutes; Darko, cooperate with Rashidra to get out of the horn area, looking for opportunities at home and abroad; Ben, the place from the top of the box to the free throw line is your turf; Chaunse, hold down the rhythm for me, not too fast, not too fast! Fight every attack effectively, and fight the damned Polis hardest! ”

Several players nodded their heads, and Brown continued: "Twelve minutes left, boys, go or stay, there are twelve minutes left!" The Polis don't have the stamina anymore, they're finished, but we have to work hard, and Miller will play, but who can guarantee that he can still run? Jermaine's wounds were torturing him, tormenting him! If we can't walk away with this win, let's get out of Detroit after the game! ”

Brown roared coldly and violently, and the name of the tyrant of the court was well deserved.

Rashid swore that "don't worry, Larry, the Polis guys won't be very comfortable in the fourth quarter, I'm keeping my strength, I want Jermaine to understand who is the best power forward in the East in the fourth quarter!" ”

"I'm going to help Rashid, even though I only have one chance left, but I'm going to use it on the cutting edge." Mirisic roared wildly, having already committed five fouls in the first three quarters of the game and had to go off the court again.

Warben nodded, patted Mirisic on the shoulder and said, "You do your best, it's okay, we still have Memet, Detroit has the most and best big men in the league!" ”

"There are also the best little men in the league!" Billups shouted arrogantly.

The Pistons laughed, and Brown, who had been expressionless, also had a smile on his face, and he was very confident for this season, because not only did he have a bunch of terrifying young men, but these people also had no problems with each other, they were as close as brothers, and most importantly, everyone was scrappy!

Crawford looked at the timer, ready to blow the whistle for the start of the fourth quarter.

Hua Ben stood up, shook off the draped towel, revealing his strong body and rock-like hard muscles, he waved his fist fiercely, and shouted fiercely: "Brothers, I don't want to say more at this time, but there are some things that must be said!" This season, along the way, we have not been easy! At the beginning of the season, the whole league said that the Los Angeles people were the real people, and they did a good job and made it to the finals; The New Jerseys were considered the defending champions at the start of the season, the Timberwolves said they had the best players, and our current opponents, the Polis, were the most favored and called a real team!

What about us? We're fucking grassroots, we're fucking workers! No one looks favorably on us, everyone says that Detroit has fallen to hell! The result? We've made it to the Eastern Conference Finals, and in 12 minutes, we'll be in the Finals! Who would have thought?! Who could have imagined before?!

Some might say that the Detroit people have proven themselves and enough is enough. That's enough? Fuck it up, I don't say enough, I say it's not enough! As long as you don't win the championship, it's not enough, as long as you don't have all the teams stepping on the soles of your feet!

Brothers, this season has been all the way, thanks to everyone's company and hard work, we are finally about to step on the stage of dreams. Darko, Padding, James, do you remember how tough the first round was? The whole world thought that we were going to be killed by the damn New Yorkers, but we slapped them with the facts, and the New Yorkers were finally killed by us! Rashid, my brother, tell me, did you leave Portland all the way to Detroit just to win an Eastern Conference championship? Memet, Chauncey, Richard, Tyshawn, when have you ever come so close to a championship? Brothers, I will only ask one question in the end, if we lose today, when we are 90 or 100 years old, when we are fucking old and can only lie in bed and wait for death, at that time, when you think back on this life, will you feel regret or even chagrin for today's inaction?! The O'Brien Cup is just around the corner, and we can reach for it, and now the question is, would you like to stretch out your arms with me?! ”

"Would you like to kill the damn Polisians?! Would you like to rush to the finals in the midst of everyone's stunned gaze?! Will you join me in killing the arrogant Angelenos and snatching the O'Brien Cup?! Hua Ben roared angrily, and his strong body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement!

Rashid shook off the towel that wiped his sweat, jumped up and punched Huaben, and roared, "Brother, according to what you say, we did it!" ”

"It's just, fuck it, we fuck it!" Billups and Mirisic shouted hoarsely, and Hamilton, who was never good at talking, also shouted: "I want the Polis dead!" ”

Crawford blew the whistle and the final quarter showdown began, 65:61, and the Pistons now had a four-point advantage.

The fourth quarter started with the ball of the Pacers, Artest arrogantly asked for the ball in the interior position, and he was burdened by Carlisle, asking for a beautiful game with O'Neal Jr. at the beginning to boost the team's morale.

Tinsley took a step back and pulled the distance to pass the ball out, and Billups, who had been tense and nervous, saw him raise his hand, jumped towards him first, and saved the ball desperately. Hamilton pushed Miller away, scooped up the ball and rushed to the front, leaning forward like a tiger!

Waeben and Mirisic chased after him in no particular order, and Billups got up and chased after him.

Hamilton gritted his teeth and ran forward, the quiet air turning to a hurricane, tearing at his jersey and making hunting noises like flags flying against the wind, unruly and arrogant.

(To be continued)