Chapter Eighty-Three: The Best in the Audience!

Actually, I didn't want to save Carl Malone, I just saw Carl Malone curled up on his knees when he jumped, which might hurt Kwame Brown, I asked Kwame to be careful, but because of this time difference, it was a little delayed, but this happened to save Carl Malone, this should be God's will! Amen!

- Christian Leitner

The score was finally fixed at 89:87.

The home team is in the front, the away team is in the back. Although Carl Malone did not play directly in the second half, and the Wizards were also trying to catch up, the Wizards did not win this victory at the Delta Center in the end because they dropped a little more points in the first half.

But my takeaway was the greatest. I was voted the best of the game. When I heard the news, I felt nothing but shock, just shock!

An NBA TV reporter came up to interview me: "Congratulations Kwame, you've got another All-Game Championship!" Do you know why you got the best player of the tournament? ”

I didn't score the highest score, I didn't contribute the most to the team, and there was only one reason to award the trophy to me: I saved Karl Malone's life!

"Maybe it's because I'm hugging Carl who is whereabouts!" I laughed and said, even though I knew in my heart that I was more reluctant to hold him at the time, I was just so that I didn't get suspended.

"What did you think at the time?" Mr. Reporter continued to ask.

"I really didn't think much of it, just instinct!" I can't sue him, I wanted to abolish Karl Malone

"Kwame! Replay to see Carl lose his center of gravity and his body is sideways, can you tell the audience how did you do it? ”

"When I was a child, I once met an old Chinese man who taught a set of Chinese kung fu, and I practiced it for many years, probably because of this!" I took it with me to promote Chinese Kung Fu, although Chinese Kung Fu didn't need me to do propaganda in the first place.

"Carl Malone asked me to take him to thank you, and he thanked you for hugging him!"

"That's as it should be, is he okay now?"

"There was no physical harm, but he felt a little unwell and now he is going to see a psychiatrist! I think he'll get better soon, and he won't delay the next fight, after all, he's a tough guy! Haha......"

"Good luck to him!" I said something insincere......

The NBA is not without precedent for awarding the best of the game to a loser. In 1969, on the eve of Russell's retirement, the Celtic empire was sunset. The Lakers will form the strongest triumvirate of all time, including Jerry West, Elgin Baylor and Chamberlain, and hope to intercept Bill Russell and shatter his dream of a perfect retirement. However, with Elgin Baylor getting old and Chamberlain new on arrival, the Lakers can only count on Jerry West.

As a result, Jerry West also lived up to expectations, scoring 53 points and 1o assists in the finals, and 41 points in the second game, helping the Lakers lead the Celtics 2:o, although the third game was ruined by the Celtics' floor, but in the fourth game, he scored 4o points of the Lakers' total 88 points, scored 39 points in the fifth game, and scored 42 points, 13 rebounds and 12 assists in the tiebreaker. Although the Lakers lost the championship, it is undeniable that Jerry West was the MVP of that year. He deserved the MVP trophy.

And I, in this game, actually my technical statistics were not very good, I got 11 points, 13 rebounds, 3 blocks, 2 assists. Michael Jordan, Richard Hamilton, John Stockton, Andrei Kirilenko and others are no worse than me, this game awarded me the trophy because I repaid the grievances with virtue, when everyone thought I was going to abolish Carl Malone, I hugged him and I saved him from injury, and more strictly, I saved him from early retirement, anyone knows how bad the consequences of falling straight to the ground are when you are flat, and anyone knows if my knee hits his waist, how strict the result will be.

I hugged him, I flattened my knees, I saved him, I saved the life of the NBA5O superstar, I saved the Utah Jazz superstar, I saved the Utah business card. This trophy is a thank you gift from the Utah Jazz to me!

In this world, it is not that you are good to be respected, and being a good person in this world will also be respected.

After packing his bags, Richard Hamilton beckoned his teammates from room to room and was about to leave, with the next stop being Minneapolis, Minnesota, where he would have a head-to-head meeting with the Timberwolves.

I walked to the back of the line with Michael Jordan and my luggage and Christian Leitner in his empty hands and sunglasses, discussing inside back-to-body singles techniques.

As the team walked out of the hotel, the security guard opened the door for me, grinned, and whispered as I passed by, "Congratulations, Mr. Brown, but hurry up when you get out!" ”

I was stunned, and before I could react, a group of people suddenly responded, and then stretched out their long guns and short cannons.

"Mr. Brown, how do you feel about being the man of the match yesterday?"

"Mr. Brown, you're the first player to lose a game in the regular season and get the best of the game, what do you think about that?"

"Mr. Brown, you said that you learned that there was an old Chinese man who taught you Chinese kung fu, when did he meet you, how many years did he teach you?"

"Mr. Brown, where does that old Chinese man you are talking about live now? Is it in Washington?"

"Mr. Brown, do you want to say something to Mr. Carl Malone?"

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Although it was not the first time I had faced so many reporters, I was still shocked by them, more than 50 reporters crowded outside the door, the magnesium lights flashing vigorously, and the microphones and voice recorders were stretched out in front of me.

"Let's Jean! Let's Jean! Michael Jordan and Brandon Haywood squeezed in from the outside.

Michael Jordan turned around, cleared his voice, and said to the reporters in front of the door: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry we can't answer too many questions today, we have to fly to Minneapolis in a hurry, if we don't leave, we're going to miss the plane, and we're going to get the best thing in the game against Kwame Brown, and we're going to have a press conference when we get back to Washington, D.C., and we're going to have a press conference where ladies and gentlemen are invited." ”

Michael Jordan took my suitcase, Brandon Haywood opened the way, and Christian Leitner and I managed to squeeze out of the circle of reporters.

Sitting on the bus, I let out a long breath and exclaimed, "It's so fucking tiring to be a celebrity!" ”

"Be content! Others want to be crazy if they want to be famous! Christian Leitner sat down and said.

I was silent.

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