Chapter 11: Trash talk

Furious music, beautiful lighting, hoarse DJs, shouts from the audience, and beautiful cheerleaders are the appetizers before the NBA game. It's a feeling to watch it on TV, and it's a feeling to be there in person.

As you walk out of the tunnel, all the fans stretch out their long arms and try to shake your hand.

When warming up on the field, the glamorous eyes of the cheerleading beauties on the sidelines make your lower body boil.

The game hasn't started yet and I'm already feeling a little nervous. I have never lived in such a noisy place in my last life, I worked as a security guard in a securities company in my last life, and when the bull market was in the bull market, although there were more people, it was more crowded, and it was more lively, but it was still relatively quiet, there was no energetic music, there were no eye-catching beauties, and some were just numbers.

I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, and focused my attention on the court, just the opponent, my teammates, the basketball, and nothing else.

Wizards: Kwame? Brown, Christian? Leitner, Michael? Jordan, Richard? Hamilton, Tyrone? rash

Kings: Vlad? Divac, Chris? Webb, Peja? Stojakovich, Doug? Christie, Mike? Beebe.

The game begins.

I jumped the ball and won the Divac easily. Tyrone? Lu controls the ball and kills the opponent.

I'm on the inside, and although Divac is five centimeters taller than me, it's clear that his strength is still a bit short of mine. I held him firmly behind me.

"Boy, I heard you're sick?" Divac whispered slowly behind me.

"Oh?" I was a little surprised. What do you mean? Trash talking? Trash talk for sure!

"Ha, I heard you're mentally ill?" Divac grinned and continued to spew trash talk behind me.

I know that this old boy doesn't have anything good to say. None of the players in Europe are good, they are all trash talk masters, Oscar winners, all of them are cunning and cunning, and they are sinister and ruthless.

"You don't have a problem with your ears, can you?" Seeing that I did not speak, Divac continued to provoke.

Peter? Johnson once told me that the best way to deal with a trash-talk master was to ignore him, and I thought so.

Jordan hit big with small and took advantage of the power to break through Peja's defense and hit the basket.

Quickly back to the defense, I pressed against Divac tightly, and my eyes drifted to Chris from time to time? Webb, my mission today is not only to freeze Divac, but also to keep an eye out for Chris? Webb is a popular power forward.

The Kings are constantly reversing the ball, Mike? Bibby, pass to Chris? Webb, Chris? Webb, again for Peja? Stojakovic, Stojakovic passed to Webb, Webb went into the three-second zone with Lightner, and leaned on Leitner to make a hook.

Am I in Chris? The moment Webb entered the three-second zone, he let go of Divac, stepped behind Leitner, jumped high, and slapped him in the face.

I researched Chris myself last night? Webb's habit, although he is a big forward with a strong passing ability, but as long as he gets into the three-second zone, he usually finishes the offense by himself, which is the result of last night's night, at this time he rarely passes, Lightner is right in front of me, he can't see me, whether I can cover him or not, but I can definitely interfere with him.

"Chris? Webb took the ball, went into the three-second zone with Lightner, hooked his hand, and had the "** commentator Barkley commented passionately at the scene:

"Hat, good hat, Kwame? Brown suddenly struck out from the other side and leaped high behind Lightner, a big man and a good hat?"

"Kwame? Brown may not be very good offensively, but one thing we have to admit is Kwame? Brown's defense doesn't have to be bad for anyone, even Beal? It's the same with Russell, yes, defensively, Kwame? Brown is no worse than Russell, his body is really good, his bounce, his strength is enviable. Barkley stirred up his nameless tongue and vented his own opinions frantically.

"Charles, you're wrong, I admit Kwame? Brown defensively good, but he's a short distance from Beal? Russell still has a big gap. "Kenny? Smith said with an excuse

"Even, maybe, but you'll have to admit it, it's a pretty good cap, isn't it?" Barkley asked rhetorically.

With 7.3 seconds left in 24 seconds of offensive time, the Kings went on a throw-in.

"Boy, why did you go crazy just now? You're not going to be a psychopath, are you? "Vlad? Divac continued to trash talk in front of me.

I leaned close to Divac and tried to put half my arm against his back and not let him turn around and cut in, even though he didn't have the ball in his hand right now.

The throw-in came out, Webb received it on the perimeter, one over the top, and the ball got to Divac.

"Boy......" Divac is going to trash talk again as soon as the ball arrives.

"Ahh I shouted in Divac's ear, and on the side of my body, my right hand slapped Divac under his armpit to the basketball.

My sudden shouting was louder and closer to Divac's ears, and Divac's body was visibly stunned and overwhelmed.

Is this Pete? Mr. Johnson taught me. He said: You don't need to talk trash every minute, that will cause special attention from the referee, as long as the opponent shouts in his ear unexpectedly at the moment when he gets the ball, the opponent is defenseless, and he will suddenly lose his mind for a few seconds.

It worked, the hand touched the basketball, a perfect steal, I fell to the ground, and the basketball was lost to Tyrone? Lu got it, strode towards the other party, Mike? Bibicui was caught off guard, and could only sigh in the sky.

The ball went in, 4:o.

"Beautiful! Kwame? Brown breaks the ball, Tyrone? Lu took the ball, counterattacked quickly, no one was defending, dunked, and the ball went in. The Wizards lead the Kings 4:o at home," the commentator shouted hoarsely.

"Vlad? Divac was Kwame? Brown teased, Kwame? Brown sued Sù Divac with an incredible steal why he was the champion! Barkley commented.

"Charles, it's just luck, you know, Kwame? Brown's NBA experience is almost O, and if his gambling steals don't work, his whole body will be completely out of position, and he will let the opponent face the basket directly, and he is just lucky. "Kenny? Smith immediately objected.

"Kenny, you have to know that it's not attacking, it's defending, and Kwame sucks offensively, but you can't help but admit his talent in defense, and if he does, you have to think he's going to get the ball. Let's look at the slow-motion replay," Barkley explained.

On the big screen, there is a slow-motion replay of the wonderful picture of the ball just broken.

The moment Divac got the ball, Divac's and I both opened their mouths, and then there was a physical pause in Divac's body.

"Haha, it's Kwame? Brown's trash talk affected Divac, Kenny, and I was right, Kwame did enough homework before snatching that ball. Divac was Kwame? Brown got it. Barkley said with some schadenfreude.

"Charles, it's just a coincidence, you know, Divac is a trash-talker, I'm sure he'll adjust, Kwame? Brown won't get another chance. "Kenny? Smith continues with Black Kwame? Brown.

"Maybe, but I'm sure in a 1-on-1 match, Kwame will be able to hold off Vlad? Divac, but what I want to know most now is what Kwame said at the time? It should have been just one word, but it turned out to be a distraction for Divac. Barkley continued his nagging skills.

"Actually, I'd love to know what Kwame said, even though it was just an accident." Kenny? Smith said.

"Look at the shape of his mouth, shouldn't he say the word that starts with f, is there a word more powerful than this? I'm really looking forward to this word. Barkley said with a confused look in his eyes.

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The game continues. Kings attack

Divac remembered what had just happened: "Boy, you have angered me, you have to be careful. ”

Divac to Mike? Bibby reaches for the ball.

There's an unwritten rule in the NBA that if you score a ball 1-on-1 by an opponent, you have the right to take out the opponent 1-on-1 on the next round, and generally speaking, the superstars have to hit the ball back.

Divac is an All-Star center and a calling figure, and although I didn't shoot the basketball on his head, I stole the basketball from him, and it was a shame for him to be stealed, and he had to hit it back.

The Kings team is pulled apart, and there are only me and Divac on the inside, obviously his strength is not as good as mine, and Divac can't take too much advantage.

Divac moved to the left first, and suddenly one turned around and ran to the right in the opposite direction, Mike? Bibi passes the ball and Divac receives the ball and throws it.

Obviously, Divac is very fast, but I did enough homework last night, and Divac's most common offensive tactics besides trash talk and actor are running in the opposite direction and catching the ball and jumpers. When he was moving to the right just now, I was already prepared.

I jumped high with my palms firmly on top of the basketball, and Divac jumped up and didn't have a chance to shoot at all.

"Drop!" The referee's whistle sounded.

"Walk!"

"Boy, are you still hard now? fu*kyou.” I whispered a grin in Divac's ear.

Divac was furious, threw the basketball in my face, and shouted, "Fu*k, I'll beat you up, you bastard." ”

The basketball hit my nose, I don't know if it was sour or painful, my tears flowed down, I touched it with my hand, it was sticky, I opened my eyes, my hand was bloody.

Christian? Leitner hurried over and hugged Divac.

The referee's whistle sounded.

Malicious foul of the second degree!

Expulsion!

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