Huaben's eyes were red at Donaghi's punishment, Mirisic's action really deserved to be blown, the question is, shouldn't Malone's elbow be blown? According to the unspoken rule of the NBA, now the referees should come to a balance whistle, which means that Milicic will only eat the warning, not the T.

Mirisic raised his hand in obedience, and he turned back to apologize to Huaben: "I'm sorry captain, I didn't control myself for a while"

Wabbon slapped him on the ass and shouted, "Don't fucking say stupid things, Darko, you're doing a great job, just fucking do it, tell the Damn Angelenos that they're a bubble of shitty shit, and anyone who dares to hurt our brother is going to fuck him hard!" Also, grab the rebound later, come next to me, and block the referee's eyes"

The last sentence Wajben said in a very small voice, but Mirisic heard it very clearly, because he had heard similar voices before, just playing the Knicks in the first round, Wabbon used the same tone to make him make a bad pass, and then a backstreet boy became a backstreet uncle.

Donaghi looked at Hua Ben with a warning eye, but Hua Ben didn't care, he leaned in and sneered: "Sir, you have to pay attention, we have a total of three Europeans in our team, and Los Angeles has none. In other words, the 200 million fans in Europe now are definitely not watching for Los Angeles, and every penalty you make will be remembered by Europeans! ”

Bryant made two free throws, and the score became 20-19, and the Lakers still had one ball.

"Stop them for me, don't let them tie the score!" Brown waved his hand and yelled.

There was no need for Brown to speak, the Pistons knew what to do, Billups stuck directly to Fisher, Mirisic jumped and jumped in front of Fox who was about to serve, Wabbon was entangled with O'Neal, and finally it was Kobe Bryant, who was super terrifying in motor nerves, to push Prince away to get the ball.

Teammates didn't have a chance, Kobe turned on the single attack mode, but Prince was not easy to mess with, Kobe quickly sprinted to the outside and stopped, Prince was like a shadow clinging to him, his surprisingly long arms were always flying in his field of vision, and the eight-clawed spider entangled him, so that he couldn't run out of the empty position.

"Well done!" Brown swung his fist hard, and Warben's advice was right, and Prince made Kobe Bryant suffer.

In the end, Kobe Bryant had no choice, time was running out, and he had to come up with a difficult step-back jumper. The current Kobe Bryant is not the boss who has perfected Joe's gang master's stunts, not to mention Prince's big hand still covering his face.

The ball didn't even touch the hoop, it just hit the rebound and bounced.

Mirisic's big ass shook and Fox got stuck, but O'Neal took a step sideways and knocked him away so that Shark and Wabben were left in the basket.

"Mine!" The shark stomped his foot towards the ball after hitting Mirisic, raised his left hand high, bent his right arm into a triangle, and elbowed it to Huaben, waiting for him to dare to jump. This is what he learned from Ma Long, and he has done many miracles this season.

But the shark was surprised to find that Huaben didn't jump along, that is, this guy actually gave up the scramble and gave himself an offensive rebound for nothing.

Could it be that this kid was frightened by Marlon? The shark thought to himself, it seems that he is not so tough.

O'Neal reached out and took off the rebound, and when he landed, he looked down carefully to prevent Hua Ben from shamelessly learning Spurs Bao Sanshu had black feet, the basket was clean, and the opponent did not move, like a sculpture.

When O'Neal landed with the rebound, the sculpture in his eyes moved, Huaben turned around and walked around O'Neal, Milicic surrounded him in time, opened his arms at right angles to O'Neal, and tightly blocked the referee's eyes.

Seeing this, Hua Ben was not polite, bent his knees, and slammed into O'Neill's inner thigh like lightning.

Master-level Jeet Kune Do, think about the scene when Master Bruce Lee broke an eight-centimeter-thick hardwood board with one knee, of course, the current Huaben is not as good as Bruce Lee, but in terms of strength, how much worse can it be?

O'Neal was about to dunk it, but as soon as it landed, it seemed like an electric drill was inserted into his inner thigh, and as if he had been burned by a red-hot soldering iron, O'Neal screamed, threw away the basketball, and lay on the ground with his hands on his crotch.

No one understood what was going on, including the referee. Hua Ben's knee hit was fast and accurate, even Mirisic didn't see it clearly, to be honest, Hua Ben's movements are really small, but there is a thing called 'inch strength', which Bruce Lee learned from Master Ip Man's hands and fused it into Jeet Kune Do, this thing is not easy to do.

At this time, Huaben told O'Neal why he couldn't jump and grab the rebound, and he took the ball thrown by the shark in a hurry, smiled and said, "Thank you for the pass." ”

Then, Wajben sent a through pass to Billups, who lowered his head and was about to break fast.

It's a pity that this fast attack didn't work, Donaghi rushed up, blew the whistle, and gave Huaben a malicious foul!

"Grass you!" Hua Ben was directly angry, this fool is dead, he is confident that the action just now is hidden enough, coupled with Mirisic's cover, maybe someone can see what he did, but it must not be the referee, the reporter under the basket has this opportunity.

But Donaghi is not a fool, O'Neill can't lie on the ground for no reason, he must have been hacked. This is not 'unwarranted', in basketball penalty blowing, there is a method called 'reasonable derivation', which is to allow the referee to make a decision through reasonable guessing.

For example, when stealing a hitter's foul, Iverson is often whistled for this foul when stealing an inside player, that is, the referees believe that the palm area of the inside player, when two hands hold the ball, can basically completely cover the basketball, so that the player must also be patted when the ball is slapped.

Another name that is reasonably derived is the 'home whistle', which can be blown or not, and is generally used to curry favor with the home fans.

The question is, whose home field is it now?

O'Neal lay on the floor with his crotch in his arms, and two people jumped out from behind the Pistons bench, and began to howl at the top of their throats: "Fake fall!" Fake fall! ”

The voices of these two seemed to be broken gongs, but they were extremely loud, so frightened that Rashid, who was laughing in front of him, trembled, and when he looked back, it turned out to be acquaintances, the fat owner of the Chinese restaurant who he hadn't seen for a long time, and his golden partner came to cheer today.

Genghis Khan and Li Dalong each held a small electric horn in their hands, and put it in their mouths like vendors selling rat and cockroach medicine in the streets and alleys, with a loud voice.

"Are there any extra horns?" Rashid asked expectantly, and the heroic posture of these two men holding up the trumpets and screaming made him yearn for it.

Genghis Khan shrugged his shoulders and showed helplessness, and his mouth was still shouting rhythmically: "Fake fall!" Fake fall! Fake fall! ”

Driven by two horns, the fan-shaped fans behind the bench shouted 'fake falls', which finally affected the whole stadium, and the entire Auburn Hills palace was full of fans shouting 'fake falls'.

Under Donaghi's fierce gaze, Huaben reluctantly raised his hand to accept the penalty, and if he didn't, the referee could blow him. Mirisic had just picked up a technical foul and he couldn't eat another one. Although his hand was raised, Wahben looked at Donaghi with extremely violent eyes, and Mirisic asked him if he wanted to make another wrong pass to get rid of the bastard.

Peyton and the others hurriedly gathered around, they were all old birds who played tricks, and they could guess what Hua Ben had done from the unfeigned painful expression on O'Neal's face.

The hot-tempered Peyton 'Poof' jumped in front of Huaben, waved his fist and roared, "Son of a bitch, do you want to kill?" Damn, I don't think I will teach you a lesson, you little ones don't know what it means to respect the old and love the young."

Bryant rushed over and pushed Payton away, and the referee was looking at them.

Billups and others were afraid that there would be a real fight, so they teamed up to pull Warburn to the bottom line, of course the gang of people who fought would not be afraid, the problem depended on the occasion. It's the finals, and the TNT, ESPN, NCC, ABC and other TV networks are broadcasting the game live to the whole of the United States at the same time, and fans from at least 100 countries around the world are watching their games.

With Fisher and George's support, O'Neill stood up, and the Zen master called a timeout and made a substitution, not knowing what he thought, he replaced Ma Long.

O'Neill's skin is thick and rough, and the fat on his thighs is thick, and Huaben's knee hit is a hard injury, which hurts for the time being, but it won't have any effect, and the shark returned to normal after taking two steps. However, it is necessary to recuperate after the game, and the team doctor will check whether there is a soft tissue contusion.

"Ben, I'll be back later, I'll kill you!" O'Neill said to Huaben with a resentful expression.

Hua Ben's face was innocent, and he said aggrievedly: "What's the matter with me, Shaq? You obviously accidentally fell to the ground and hit your leg, why do you rely on me? When people are old, they are useless, look at Kobe, he will not fall on his own. Oh, by the way, you'd better be careful, I hurt my leg this time, and maybe I'll hurt J8 next time. ”

Listening to the latter sentence, the Lakers players couldn't help but clip their crotch, think about the feeling of Huaben's knee on J8, it must be so cool!

The fans in the audience booed the Lakers in a landslide and tsunami, turned their heads and gave Huaben a round of applause, and Rashid stood up to high-five him and laughed in a low voice: "Boss, well done." ”

Hua Ben shrugged his shoulders regretfully and said, "What is this?" It's a pity it's not that old guy, isn't he his elbows? I'd love to try it - I'd love to see if my skull is hard or his elbow is hard! Damn, he doesn't look at where this is, the one who dares to touch me?! ”

"Will you clean him up later?" Milicic leaned in and asked sinisterly.

Hua Ben squinted at Ma Long, who was standing on the sidelines, and nodded slowly: "It depends on the situation, you guys be honest, I'll come." If he wants justice for Shaq, I don't mind sending him off the job! ”

(To be continued)