"Jingle Bell ......"

My phone rang in the silence of the locker room, and I scrambled to press the answer button, Donald? Mr. Trump's demagogic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The FBI has found out, the referee on duty today, Joseph? Kate made a big gamble at the Burano family's casino two days ago, and the result was that he won $5o, and at the same time there were two linesmen in the game, and they won $3o million each, and now the police have reason to believe that they took bribes, but the evidence is not conclusive, and they can't arrest them......"

"I've contacted David? Stern, he knows you're stalling now, he's already dealing with this! He said he'd call you when he took care of it. Kwame, sue Michael, reassure him, I want David? Stern will take care of this! David? Now that Mr. Stern knows about Fred? Burano's conspiracy, then, he will never let them succeed......"

Donald? Mr. Trump hung up the phone, and the people who had been worried finally breathed a long sigh of relief, but now is obviously not the time to relax, we still need to continue to wait patiently, waiting for David? Stern will take care of this completely, waiting for David? Stern's call to us after everything was settled.

Time passed minute by minute, and the originally agreed 4o minutes were about to pass, but at this time David? Stern still hasn't called us if David? If Stern can't handle this in time, then we will play or not.

The central air conditioning was turned on in the locker room, and the temperature was not very high, but everyone in the locker room had beads of sweat on their faces, especially Michael? Jordan, he's already wiping his sweat.

4o minutes have arrived, and the time can't be dragged on any longer, and if it drags on any longer, it will definitely be seen as flawed. Until that time. Not only will the Wizards' gambling with the underworld be discovered, but the black whistles in the league will also be unearthed by the ubiquitous reporters and gentlemen. That way, it's no longer just the Wizards' image that suffers. Even the entire league will be targeted by expert journalists.

Michael? Jordan stood up, looked at the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "Don't wait! We're ready to play! I don't believe it, if we don't make mistakes. Those three referees also dare to make a misjudgment in name?! ”

"Larry, sue the operations center and let them power up."

"Chauncey, to Charles? Buckley called and sued him. If there's a penalty on the court that is too unfavorable for the Wizards, let's put pressure on those three bastards in the commentary box......"

"Etan, tell the director, once there is a misjudgment, let them play it back vigorously for me on the big screen, and I want them to play back every misjudgment ten times!" ……

The spotlights came on again, and there was a deafening cheer from the fan stands inside the arena. Joe straightened up his clothes. Waiting for the first one to come out while standing at the door of the locker room. His face was full of Yan sù, without a hint of a smile.

"Now we welcome our general manager and player, the all-powerful basketball god - Michael? Jordan ......" The DJ at the scene stretched out his voice and screamed loudly.

Michael? Jordan pushed the door of the locker room and stepped out firmly, and the moment he walked out, a smile bloomed on his originally stiff and unusually stiff face. Michael? Jordan waved his hands towards the stands, responding to the enthusiastic fans in the stands.

I was standing on the pitch. Glancing at the Nets' bench, Byron? Scott was standing on the sidelines with his arms crossed, shouting at his teammates. Keep telling them to warm up well.

It's a shot I've seen in the last five games, but next to this shot, I see the person I least want to see - Fred? Burano, the gangster was sitting on the edge of the Nets bench, and he was smiling and smiling at me.

My heart thumped, and I took a deep breath of air, then slowly spit it out, turned my head, raised the basketball in my hand, and threw it hard.

The basketball passed through the basket, causing ripples in the net.

"Be careful with your movements! Don't foul! Shoot if you can, shoot the basket, and when you break through, you must empty the opponent's inner line, and don't blindly break through...... "Michael?" Jordan was making his final instructions, and then each of us stood on the court with very heavy faces.

I turned the bracer on my wrist, carefully adjusted his position, and told myself in my heart: Don't foul! Shoot these bastards to death with a shot.

Basketball is called Joseph? Kate's head coach threw it up, and I jumped hard and slapped the basketball to Chauncey? Billups, then slowly walked to the frontcourt.

The Wizards' interior line was handed to Brandon? Haywood, I pulled out the perimeter and was ready to deliver a lethal blow from beyond the three-point line.

Basketball in Chauncey? Billups, Richard? Hamilton, Larry? Hughes's hands kept coming and going, and I kept carrying Kenyon outside the three-point line? Martin was wandering, leading him to Carey? Kittels' side, suddenly stopped, walked up to Richard? Jefferson's side suddenly stopped again to cover the outside of the Wizards.

Is this Doug? Collins came up with an impromptu tactic that he hoped would reduce those unnecessary fouls with a guò jumper.

The clock ticked by, and by the time there were 4 seconds left for the first offense, I managed to stand on the side of Kyrie? Kittels' side, I blocked Carey? Kittels, Richard? Hamilton, who came out of behind me quickly, slipped from the left line to the right line quickly.

Chauncey? Billups passed the basketball at the right time. A blank Richard? Hamilton, expressionlessly, raised the basketball in his hand and threw it hard.

The Masked Man, who hadn't yet put on a mask, opened the scoring for the Wizards, and the basketball went straight into the basket.

No one on the Wizards celebrated, and everyone quickly retreated to the backcourt, carefully organizing the defense.

Jason? Kidd was slowly dribbling to Chauncey as he bent over? Billups, Jason? Kidd turned his back to Mr. Flounder, stepped back step by step, and when he reached near the three-point line, he suddenly slapped the basketball hard and turned around hard. Follow the sideline towards the bottom line.

The Wizards, who played zone defense, were led by Larry? Hughes is in the left baseline position of the defense. Jason? Under Kidd's pounce, Larry? Hughes immediately posted it. But when he posted it. Jason? The basketball in Kidd's hand was gone.

Richard? Jefferson showed up in Larry? Behind Hughes, picked up Jason? Kidd's pass, after which he turned to face the basket and took a big stride. Killed to the basket, jumped high, raised the basketball with one hand, and slammed it into the basket.

The last line of defense is Brandon? Heywood's, Brandon? Heywood stepped forward and stepped out of the reasonable collision zone. Jumped up vigorously, stretched out his right palm, and slammed it towards Richard? Basketball in Jefferson's hand.

The palm touched the basketball, but there was another hand on the basketball, Brandon? Half of Heywood's palm pressed into the other.

"Smack!"

Basketball flies, Richard? Jefferson landed with his feet clutched, his left hand on his right wrist, and he made a painful look.

"Drop!"

Joseph? Kate's whistle sounded. Joseph? Kate pointing at Brandon? Haywood made a foul move.

Brandon? Heywood's mouth opened wide. Looking at Joseph incredulously? Kate, although in the locker room everyone on the Wizards already knew about Joseph? Kate will make a judgment that is not favorable to the Wizards, but such an obvious misjudgment and misjudgment is really incomprehensible and makes people have to wonder Joseph? Kate doesn't want to officiate NBA games in the future?

"Did Brandon foul that ball just now? Not at all! According to the principle of oneness of the golfer. As long as Brandon blocks the opponent's basketball, as long as Brandon touches the opponent above the wrist. This block is considered a good ball, doesn't the referee on duty today know this truth? "Charles? Barkley was loudly questioning the decision.

"Even! Charles. Could it be that today's referee was just Richard? Jefferson's wonderful performance deceived you watch in slow motion and you will be present, in Richard? The moment Jefferson's feet hit the ground, he was clutching his wrists, not the backs of his hands, and perhaps his wonderful performance deceived the eyes of the referee. "Kenny? Smith was pleading the referee.

"Perhaps! But if you look at the position of the referee just now, he is facing the block, I don't believe he can't see the block just now, if he can't see it clearly, he will definitely not be awarded to officiate such a heavy game as the NBA Eastern Conference Finals. ”

"Maybe he just blinked......"

"Blinked? You're not mistaken! As the referee of the Eastern Conference Finals, he actually blinked his eyes in the first key attack after the opening, which is also too creative! Even if he blinked, what about the linesman? Can't the linesman see ......?"

"The linesman may have blinked...... too"

"Haha...... Kenny, do you want to be a referee in the NBA, but you're a little older, with a master like you, David? Mr. Stern probably won't give you this precious opportunity, but even if you could be a referee, you wouldn't need to curry favor with your future colleagues like this! "Charles? Barkley sarcastically mocking Kenny in the commentary seat? Smith's explanation......

Brandon? Heywood was just with Joseph? Kate exchanged opinions and didn't raise any more objections, knowing that fierce opposition would only bring a technical foul to herself, Brandon? Heywood returned to the defensive position after a brief exchange.

"Kwame! I suspect it was really guessed by Michael! "Brandon? Heywood stood behind me and whispered to me.

"Yes! I know! But I think David? Stern will make adjustments soon! This victory will be ours in the end, no matter what their machinations! I replied in a whisper, hoping to give him a little confidence to win.

"Humph! Damn it! I'm going to kill them! "Brandon? Heywood said viciously.

The voice was small, but it was clear that Brandon and I? Heywood's conversation was overshadowed by Kenyon in front of me? Martin listened, and the guy turned his head and said angrily, "You want to kill us? Just daydream! You won the last game by luck, this game, don't think about it! ”

"Kenyon! Be silent! You have to know that in the last game we only had 8 people on the field, and in the end we were only caught up by you because of the physical problem, otherwise, you don't even think about it. We won this game! "I'm constantly banging my Kenyon with my body? Martin whispered a rebuke behind him.

"Kwame! Don't think we don't know about you and Fred? The Burano family's bet, a big casino worth 8ooo billion, is making you red-eyed! You're red-eyed, that's why you've worked so hard in the last three games! Otherwise, you're going to sweep us out! "Kenyon? Martin looked dismissive.

"How do you know?" Am I right for Kenyon? Martin suddenly mentioned me and Fred? Burano's bet felt a little unbelievable and blurted out, but as soon as the words came out, I figured it out. Is this Fred? Burano has already sued the Nets about this, and Fred? Burano must have made a lot of promises to the Nets.

"You're going to lose! Don't think that if you have a father-in-law with a family of hundreds of millions of dollars, you can get the wind and the rain, you have to know that this is the NBA, this is not New York real estate, there are not so many intrigues here, there is only strength here! As long as we swing normally, if you want to win us, you are still 10,000 years early...... "Kenyon? Martin said in a stumbling voice.

"Humph! No intrigues? Kenyan, don't say how innocent he is, is there really no conspiracy? Take a look at today's referee! Do you dare to swear to God, you didn't buy off the referee? "I coldly sarcastically mocked Kenyon? Martin.

Kenyon? Martin turned his head to look at me incredulously, and after a few seconds, asked in surprise, "You know all about it?" ”

"Fools can see it!" I said with a big mouth and disdain.

"This is Fred? What the hell is Burano! It's not about us! Although we think you're a bit tougher! But we never thought of using referees to do all this stuff! I'll beat you guys in the ring! Definitely not relying on referees! I can swear to God by this! I will definitely not rely on the referee to beat you! You can trust me on this! "Kenyon? Martin's eyebrows tightened, and his voice was full of determination.

I was a little hesitant, but now I'm sure, Fred? Burano has already got the referee done. Although I believe in Kenyon? Martin and his Nets teammates have a lot of professionalism, but I don't believe that many people can really treat money like dirt when faced with the temptation of an $8ooo casino, at least not ......

"Believe you?! Why? Just by virtue of Richard? Jefferson clutching his wrist? I retorted.

"I don't care what happens to him, but I will definitely defeat you with dignity......"

"Then I'll look at your watch......" (To be continued......)

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