Chapter 32o Liar No?

"Sir, do you see clearly? I didn't foul, I swear! "Kenyon. Martin was chasing the referee and pleading.

"I believe my eyes are not bad, I can see clearly." The referee explained.

"I swear, he pretended, I really didn't touch him, he crashed into me at the time, I didn't crash into him, he was a liar!" Kenyon. Martin kept waving his hands on his chest to strengthen his persuasiveness, but the effect was not obvious.

"Sir, Kenyon really didn't foul, I saw it, he fell on his own, Kenyon really didn't foul!" Aron. Williams on the side for Kenyon. Martin explained.

"Stand back, stand back!" The referee frowned, took the whistle into his mouth, and made a gesture to make Kenyon. A backward gesture from Martin et al.

"I really didn't foul me!" Kenyon. Martin was in a hurry, he couldn't help but be in a hurry, because the foul just now was whistled for a technical foul, and it was two free throws and one throw, which was 4 points! Once the Wizards score four points, the margin will be reduced to nine.

In people's consciousness, the difference of more than 2o points is not traceable, the difference of more than 1o points is the need for a big explosion to be able to catch up, and the score within 1o points only needs to hit a shock wave, which can't help but Kenyan. Martin was in a hurry.

But his rush earned him a whistle, and the referee pointed straight to the sidelines, another technical foul, and this time, Kenyon. Martin was sent off the pitch straight away.

Kenyon. Martin held his head in his hands, looking incredulous, this time, even Jason. Kidd was in a hurry, and the two free throws and one throw directly turned into four free throws and one throw, and the Nets players surrounded the referee and explained loudly. And Byron. Scott was even more anxious, he was afraid that any of his disciples would be sent off again, so he inserted directly between the referee and his disciples, and there was chaos on the court.

Jim. Johnson rushed up to the court with the medical kit, and I kicked Jim hard with my foot while no one was looking. Johnson, Jim, who was in a hurry. Johnson immediately understood what I meant, stood up, reached out and motioned for the stretcher to come on, and carried me directly off the sidelines.

"How?" As soon as I was carried down, Doug. Collins and Michael. Jordan hurriedly ran over and asked.

I saw that all the people around me were prodigies, no reporters, no cameras, so I secretly grimaced.

Stunned, all the people were stunned! After that, everyone wanted to laugh, but everyone tried to endure it.

"Boy, you're so *** bad, you're as bad as Ranbill......" Dennis Dennis. Rodman laughed, and he used a very inappropriate metaphor to describe what I had just done.

"You can see this, you must know that Mr. Ranbir has always been my idol!" I said with a smile.

"Exam! Are you still training this summer? If you have special training, I'll let Ranbir teach you, ***, I'm sure you'll become the No. 1 villain in the NBA! "Dennis. Rodman said with a smile.

"It's a great honor!" I laughed.

The Nets' side is finally at Byron. Scott's efforts quieted down, and I was also quiet because of Jim. Johnson's timely rescue made it to the court.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Jason. Kidd came straight to me and asked sharply.

"That's the game! If you want to foul me, be prepared for me to foul you! I shrugged my shoulders and said.

"You're not making fouls, you're totally cheating, you big liar, you trash, you bastard, mean, shameless, nasty, lewd bastard......" Jason. Kidd's mouth spat out a string of trash talk, even! Or he shouldn't be trash-talking, which should be counted as true in his heart.

"It doesn't matter how mean, shameless, indecent, or lewd I am, the important thing is that I drove your main power forward off the court!" I said with a lot of hump, and turned to the free throw line, ready for the free throw that was about to come.

"fu*k......" Jason. Kidd kept roaring and venting behind me, but I believed that he would never dare to do it, and if he did, I would definitely dare to lie down on the ground and die.

Four free throws and four hits.

It is very appropriate to describe it in one sentence of **: Kwame. Brown is a good comrade, and he is on top at the critical moment. This time I didn't give up at all, putting one free throw after another in the basket. Then I passed the ball to Larry in the bottom corner. Hughes, Larry. Hughes forced a break and tied the score to seven points with a dunk inside.

The Nets are crazy! Crazy people generally have two results, one result is to kill the Quartet, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, the god blocks and kills the God, the basket becomes a vast ocean, how to vote and how to have; And the other result is a complete collapse, everyone gets the ball and kills inside, no matter whether the timing is right or not, whether their teammates are in a better position or not, they will take care of it themselves, and usually it is completely impossible to do it.

Jason. Kidd, the master passer, the best point guard in the NBA at this stage, has turned into a scoring guard. The passing had slipped to second place, and the offense became the first in his life. He keeps shooting inside or making jumpers from the outside. But under his anger, he really didn't feel very good, under his leadership, all the players of the Nets turned into blacksmiths, and with 2 minutes and 45 seconds left in the game, the Wizards successfully tied the score at 94, and then the Wizards shot the ball in a row, and reversed it in one fell swoop.

When the buzzer sounded, the score of the game was fixed at 96:1o1, and the Wizards slashed 4o points in the fourth quarter while limiting opponents to only 11 points, once again staged a classic comeback after the Indiana Pacers reversed the New York Knicks.

Jason. Kidd was very lonely, and a minute after the game ended, he was still looking at the score on the big screen with his hands on his hips, with complicated expressions such as unwillingness and disbelief in his eyes, but this was the result.

I was the only protagonist in this comeback drama, shooting 7-of-8, 5-of-5 from three-point range, and 6-of-6 from the free-throw line, and I scored 25 points in the fourth quarter, along with six rebounds, three assists, three steals, and three blocks. Miller's number jù, Reggie. Miller is one point higher than me in scoring, but there are no rebounds, assists, steals, or blocks that can compare to me. Miller became my back.

I was named the best of the game, although I only played 1 quarter, but I conquered the stadium of the Big 6 Aviation Center with 12 quarters, of course, this also broke a record, got the record of the best playing time in the game, of course, this record is only civilian, it has not appeared in the official record book, but this is also a record.

I can imagine what will be written in the newspaper the next day, and what will be the praise of me, but before that, I will have to face the rebuke of the uncrowned king. My injury and fall to the ground was unwarranted, in slow motion, and the commentator in the commentary seat had analyzed it thoroughly, and everyone could see that Kenyon was on the ground. Martin didn't have a foul at all, let alone a technical foul, and I had to turn that around and not tarnish my image.

"Mr. Brown, congratulations on a win, congratulations on coming back from 24 points down to the Nets, but do you think it's a fair game?" During free questioning time after the coaches commented on the game, the New Jersey TV reporter pointed the finger directly at me.

I know what this reporter meant, but I can't just answer it, I have to pretend that I don't understand anything.

"What do you mean? Is there a problem with this game? Or is there a problem with the referee? I asked rhetorically.

"You don't think you made Kenyan. Was there anything wrong with Martin's foul? The reporter said bluntly.

"The foul is not awarded by me, it is awarded by the referee, if there is any problem, you can find the referee, I am not the referee, I am the one who was judged to have committed a foul on the court, I can't give any foul!" As for Kenyon. Whether Martin fouls or not is none of my business. I said confidently.

"But you're pretending to be Kenyon. Martin knocked him to the ground before the referee mistook Kenyon. Martin technical foul, you in your own way, deceived the referee's eyes. The reporter said through gritted teeth.

"I didn't pretend, I did fall to the ground, I had a little strain in my thigh, Kenyan jumped up and hit the place where I was strained, it made me feel terrible pain, so I fell to the ground, I didn't mean to! And I also sued Jason when I played. Kidd has a thigh strain, just because of the strain, Doug. Mr. Collins was just going to keep me from playing, otherwise how could I be on the bench for three full quarters? "I refuted the reporter's accusations, and it seemed to be very similar to that, and it was well founded.

"But when you fell to the ground, you covered your face, not your thigh, doesn't that mean you're pretending to be injured?" The reporter continued to ask, as if if he would continue to ask if I didn't admit that I was pretending to be injured.

"I covered my face when I fell to the ground, but it was because I was crying in pain, and I didn't want anyone to see me crying, Dennis. Rodman told me: Men can bleed, but they can't shed tears, especially not for others to see, so I covered my face, not my aching thighs! "When I was about to cheat and foul, I had already figured out the answer, and I've been in the NBA for more than a year, and I'm no longer a rookie who can show off just by asking questions.

"You're talking nonsense, when you're on the sidelines, there's no tears on your face at all, there's no trace of crying at all...... "The New Jersey TV reporter accused loudly.

I interrupted him slowly, and said with a straight face, "That's because I wiped away my tears!" ”

"You talk nonsense, you liar, you want to deceive everyone, but everyone here is not an idiot, no matter how fanciful you explain, all people will not believe you, you are a liar......" the reporter stood up and scolded me loudly.

"Sir, you must pay attention to evidence in everything you say and do, I think you will receive a summons from the court later, and my lawyer will sue you for defamation on my behalf!" I was very calm and calm, and I was talking word by word.

The reporter who was jumping suddenly stopped, looked at me in surprise, and after a few seconds, he angrily threw the microphone in his hand at me and scolded: "You liar, you sue me, the judge is wise, he will let you ......"

The spotlight is flashing wildly, and the reporters are wasting their film without money. Jordan was on my side, secretly sticking out his thumb.

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