Spit and yelling fly together, threats and swear words.

Facing the blowing of Larry Brown's "hair dryer", Mo Wen pulled the jersey up, he originally thought that the jersey of this game could be given to Schwarzenegger when he turned around... His daughter, now it seems, is better to throw it to Hehumanan and sell it as a star card.

Hamilton and Billups deliberately blocked Mo Wen's two arms with their arms, they were really afraid that Mo Wen would be angry, but they stepped forward and locked the old man's neck.

But Mo Wen was not particularly angry, and even plucked out his ears.

It's like a scientist who is ridiculed by the civil science department, not refuting it not because the scientist is really wrong, but because it is unnecessary.

There are three games at most, and it will be regarded as the old man's last words.

"Hah... ····· owed"

After the output wave, Larry Brown pulled his tie, cleared his throat and wanted to make another fuss, but was broken by Mo Wen's yawn.

"You'd better listen to what I just said, or else..."

"How else?"

Mo Wen, who felt that his jersey was being pulled, lost the peace he had just now, squinted his eyes and replied in an unkind tone.

"Otherwise, don't even think about playing next season, boy!"

Seeing that Mo Wen's eyes were full of malice, Larry Brown suddenly lost his courage, let go of his jersey, pushed Mo Wen, and said with a fierce expression.

"Humph!"

Mo Wen let out a cold snort in disdain, pulled his jersey, and turned back to the court.

Larry Brown's face suddenly became ugly, Mo Wen's action was to slap him in the face nakedly, before Mo Wen was just a disobedient little ghost, but now he has grown into an out-and-out thorn.

However, the current situation does not allow him to hide Mo Wen like he did in the regular season, and even he can't replace Mo Wen in this game, and due to Prince's physical problems, he can only use Mo Wen now.

Putting Colis, who had previously averaged less than five minutes per game, was basically giving up the game.

"Don't play the tactics you just played just now, play steady as you normally would, and break inside to score! That bastard can't always be on target, do you hear me? ”

Suppressing his anger, Larry Brown tapped on the tactical board and said to Billups in front of him.

Billups glanced at Mo Wen, sighed in his heart, and nodded at Larry Brown.

Mo Wen is still young and has capricious capital, but he can't do it anymore.

"Looks like you've decided."

Hamilton, who returned to the court, asked in a whisper behind Mo Wen.

Mo Wen turned around and put his fist on Hamilton's shoulder, chuckling and shaking his head.

"I'm a brother to you, but that old man, huh."

"Speaking of which, I can't do it if I don't leave, if I don't go, who knows who will top you as the starters next season, and then you will definitely join forces to bully me, and I will beat the three of you alone······ You've all hurt the Pistons, and no one is playing. ”

"Fuck off, shit!"

The little sadness that Hamilton had just come out of it disappeared immediately, and he slapped Mo Wen on the back.

Off the field, Larry Brown, who returned to his seat, felt as uncomfortable as crumbs, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, that bastard Oriental dared to talk to him.

Anti-spicy! Anti-spicy!

With the Pistons championship expected, Larry Brown has received more and more praise, originally he was a little floating, but he didn't expect that someone on the team was more floating than him, and they dared to openly disobey him.

"Joe (Dumas), after the game in a minute, I think it's time for us to talk about trading in the offseason."

Dumas, who noticed the small friction just now, furrowed his brows and did not respond.

He guessed Larry Brown's thoughts, but to be honest, he really didn't want to be unheard, strong, low salary, and the added commercial value of the Chinese market, this kind of player can meet one is a big luck; Besides, after the Pistons renewed Rashid in the offseason, they will definitely have a chance to compete for the championship next season, and the championship team will trade away powerful players, which does not seem like something that normal people can do.

But Larry Brown rarely takes the initiative to ease up when it comes to dealing with players who have conflicts with him, and if the Pistons don't trade him away, this old guy may really give him a season.

Dumas didn't explicitly refuse, saying just to go back and talk about it, in case Larry Brown's connections could play a role.

The game started again, with 108 seconds left on the court, the two teams still maintained a four-point difference, and many restless Lakers fans on the sidelines had already risen from their seats.

The Lakers players looked solemn and opened the offensive posture on the court, and Kobe Bryant held the ball on the weak side and pressed the time alone.

Mo Wen was putting pressure on him, and he was planning to retreat, don't look at Kobe Bryant, who almost played the whole game, his physical strength is second only to Hamilton's level, Mo Wen will not relax his vigilance against him because of the occasional big gasp.

After a fried ball flickered, Kobe Bryant pulled out the space and stuck it with his shoulder, crushing Mo Wen and rushing inside.

Kobe Bryant, who was a little stumbling and was disturbed by Mo Wen in the middle of the sudden, simply stopped the dribble behind him and changed direction, shook off half of Mo Wen's body, and then rushed to the inside line, and finally sent the ball into the basket with a big lever in the sandwich between Big Ben and Mo Wen.

The Lakers fans on the sidelines are cheering for Kobe's "fairy ball", but the Lakers players are not at ease, and the next thing is their real test.

Zen Master is not a strain coach, so he didn't think of any good way to defend the Pistons' tactics off the court just now, and could only remind the Lakers players to speed up the conversion rate of the help defense - as long as you run fast enough, there is nothing that cannot be defended.

What physical strength is not enough, isn't it still possible to work hard, the team has an annual salary of tens of millions, and the Day of Righteous Death is today!

But to everyone's surprise on the Lakers, the tactical Pistons just now stopped playing!

Hamilton started his "Brownian motion" again, and Mo Wen returned to Prince's tactical position and began to stand on the pile.

The Lakers, who thought the Pistons were going to do something again, didn't expect to usher in Billups' singles.

Payton, who was overtaken by Billups in two steps, was anxious and raised his hand to slap Billups' shooting protector.

The basketball flipped into the frame and the referee blew the whistle.

“And one ! (Goal plus penalty)"

Payton lowered his head and shook his fist unwillingly, feeling that he might become the main war criminal of the Lakers in this game because of this foul.

Amid the hounds of Lakers fans, Billups hit the free throw steadily.

With 75 seconds left and a three-point difference between the two teams, everything is still in suspense.

For the next 50 seconds, both teams struggled to grind their defenses and didn't allow the opposition to score another goal. The physical and exertional and mental stress made everyone feel suffocated.

With 26 seconds left in the game, the Lakers' possession, they will win if they score one more goal, but just control the ball firmly is also a sure win, and victory is in sight.

After a whole game of pent-up, Lakers fans are ready to celebrate the arrival of victory.

"You're tired, Kobe."

In the confrontation, Kobe Bryant is no longer as dominant as he was just now.

"Perhaps, but it's enough to bury you!"

Kobe Bryant played sideways to protect the ball, not in a hurry to attack, and Payton and Malone next to him were always ready to answer him.

Catherine on the sidelines clenched her fists and didn't know who she was nervous about.

Larry Brown and the Zen Master looked at each other as if they were engaged in some kind of mental duel, but it was no longer their time.

Everything on the court seemed to freeze, except for the jumping basketball in Bryant's hand and the numbers jumping on the timer.

"It's over, Detroit bugs, the Lakers have won this game!"

The yelling of Lakers fans on the sidelines upset the balance.

With 6 seconds left in the offensive round and 8 seconds left before the end of the game, Kobe Bryant moved, and Billups, who had been dormant for a long time, also instantly wrapped up.

From the perspective of the TV, passing the ball to Payton at this time may be a more stable option, but Kobe, the iron slave, feels that he is the more stable one, and did not look for Payton and Malone, but turned around and broke through with the ball on his back, and rushed towards the interior of the Pistons.

But what awaits him is the pockets laid down by the Pistons five people.

Facing the outstretched hands from all directions, Kobe Bryant gritted his teeth and defended the basketball, threw a punch with his elbow, jumped on Billups, and smashed the ball into the open O'Neal.

The ball was a little off, but O'Neal took a step sideways and finally got it.

Before he could catch his breath, Billups walked through Big Ben and Rashid's human wall and flew over with a slap in the face. The sweat on O'Neal's hands gave the basketball a chance to escape.

Billups, who was almost out of balance, didn't care about his image and shouted - "RUN! ”

There are 2 seconds left until the end of the race

The players on both teams chased the basketball that flew to the Lakers' half court like crazy.

Hamilton took out his family's sprint mastery and grabbed the basketball ahead of Kobe Bryant and Devin George, but the pursuers behind him forced him to run to the bottom corner, and he needed to get a little more distance to turn and shoot.

“RIP！”

Mo Wen yelled outside the three-point line on the other side.

Hamilton, who heard the voice, gritted his teeth and forcefully broke away from Kobe's arm that was almost holding him, and sent the ball away before the last second.

Seeing Mo Wen receiving the ball, Payton couldn't wait to grow two more legs, and he couldn't make up for it, so he could only pray that time would pass quickly.

Squat to catch the ball, jump up and shoot.

Mo Wen's three points are not very accurate, but his mentality is stable enough.

Bang - Boom -

The red light whistles, and the board hits.

Mo Wen, who landed on the ground, turned around and crossed his waist, tilted his head slightly in the direction of the fan who was scolding just now, stretched out his index finger and put it to his mouth - shhh

The night is still long, don't worry.

The camera hit Mo Wen's body, and the only one on the sidelines who could stay awake was the photographer who frantically pressed the shutter, and the Chinese reporters, only a few who could hold the camera steady, only a few who didn't know the ball, but all the hands that knew about penalty kicks were shaking.

It's a pity that Mo Wen's β was ruined by the teammates who swarmed over before he finished loading.

"Labor loves you to death, Mo!"

"I knew you could do it! Fack, Fack, damn it, I knew you could do it! ”

"For the sake of these three points, you've got to get a treat, bastard!"

Feeling the wail of his hair, Mo Wen originally gave these bastards a few elbows, but now he feels crispy and numb all over his body, and he can't use his strength at all.

After playing so many dungeons, it's the first time he's done it in the finals!

This feeling, not to mention, is not bad.

Although the Lakers players are unwilling, they are not desperate, overtime is just overtime, who has not yet played.

But, I'm really unwilling!

"Are you buttered on your hands?!"

Bryant tilted his head and squirted at O'Neal.

"You also have the face to say that your pass is like, if you had given this ball to Payton earlier, the Pistons' basket would have been pulled down by me a long time ago!"

O'Neill also shot back mercilessly.

"Stop arguing! Let's talk about what we won. ”

Ma Long is too lazy to be a peacemaker now, and now he is annoyed, and Mo Wen's absolute peace makes him seem to see the Qiao gang leader of that year again.

Dead memories are attacking him again, stumbling on the horse!

On the Pistons' bench, Prince also wanted to follow Mo Wen to celebrate, but the victory of the Pistons team made him not feel jealous at all.

But Larry Brown grabbed him.

"You're almost rested, Prince?"

"Ahhh What... Ahh Uh... Prince hesitated, he realized something, but he didn't feel like he could play better than Mo Wen right now, so he didn't have a clear recovery of Larry Brown.

But Larry Brown did not wait for Prince's reply, but directly decided, in his basketball philosophy, Prince is better than Mo Wen, if there was no conflict just now, Larry Brown may have to hesitate about substitutions, but after the "little thing" just now, Larry Brown's attitude is much more resolute.

Without you, an Oriental Yankee, Lao Tzu can win with a piston!

"You're almost rested, you'll go up and replace Mo in overtime, help me defend Kobe."

"I ····· I think..." Relieved Prince still wanted to refuse, didn't let him play and put him on the fire rack to roast?

"Obedient!"

Larry Brown said in an unmistakable tone.

“····· Well. ”

Prince lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Dumas was stunned, poked a few assistant coaches around him, and asked them to hurry up and persuade Larry Brown.

What do you mean, replacing the hero of the lore without playing for a minute of extra time?

The overtime came with three timeouts, Mo Wen really didn't perform well, you have no problem replacing him, but they played well in the fourth quarter and threw into the tie·······

"Prince defended better and if it wasn't for the last time Richard [Hamilton] was sent off with a full foul, I definitely wouldn't have let Mo play."

Larry Brown pulled his face and explained to his team of assistant coaches and Dumas.

Dumas and a few assistant coaches tried to persuade them again, but Larry Brown's stubbornness made their spit useless, and certainly not completely useless, at least it stained Larry Brown's suit.

When Larry Brown made his decision to make a substitution, the whole team fell into an eerie atmosphere.

Mo Wen was only slightly stunned, and then sat back on the bench with a chuckle.

He was also worried that he wouldn't be able to leave in the summer, and if he wanted to do something, Larry Brown gave him a "reassurance".

Seeing that Mo Wen hit the killer goal, many general managers of the team who were lying down sat up, and when they saw that Mo Wen did not play in overtime, those general managers stood up directly.

Finally, when Mo Wen was comforted by the lack of a team management team or coaching staff member around him in the camera, the Heat's Pat Riley, Seattle's Ridge Sander, and the Suns' Colangelo couldn't help laughing.

Dumas couldn't do this, and Larry Brown did.

The piston is a bright card!

The Zen master saw that Mo Wen didn't play, and deliberately wiped his eyes, he really changed to Prince!

Wonderful!

He smiled like the Lakers players on the court.

Stern nodded with satisfaction, it has to be the old coach who is sensible, this NBA can't just play and kill, but also has to be sophisticated. If the Lakers win the game, how can they say that they can play one more game in the finals and earn one more ratings.

"You're at odds with your coach?"

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't play, Schwarzenegger turned his head and asked Mo Wen.

"It's the team's privacy, Mr. Governor."

Mo Wen did not deny it, but he did not admit it either.

"Aha, it looks like you're going to have a chance to play in California this summer." Schwarzenegger said with a smile.

Shrugging noncommittally, Hewman had spoken to him about the possibility that the Californian side would keep him after the trade with the Clippers.

But Mo Wen didn't want to play in the Clippers, their current owner Sterling had a bad reputation in the future, and the general manager of the Clippers, Baylor, didn't pick the right one in the draft, and the Clippers had nothing but Los Angeles.

"If I..."

“STOP！！ If you're coming to California to play, I'll invite you to dinner at our house. ”

Schwarzenegger hurriedly interrupted Mo Wen's dangerous thoughts, but he didn't say anything to death.

"Well, it's better for you to invite me to dinner after our Pistons win the championship. I remember you made a similar bet with the governor of Michigan, didn't you? ”

Mo Wen shook his head, the fact that he became a California player is purely a picture, it is better to be real.

"Heh, don't be happy too early, boy, no one knows what the ending will be until the last lesson of the movie." Schwarzenegger snorted coldly. "What if the Lakers win?"

"Then I'll treat Catherine to a meal."

"Hmph, boy, you should be glad the Staples Center doesn't let you bring guns!"

Schwarzenegger hooked Mo Wen's neck and said viciously.

······

The timer on the court went to zero, and the Pistons left the court dejected.

Kobe Bryant was 2 of 4, O'Neal was 3 of 3, the Lakers were not short of the Nets who were attacking superstars, OK took over the entire overtime, and ended the game with a wave of 12:4.

In addition to Billups 1-of-3 shooting, Hamilton made 1-of-4 and Rashid made 0-of-2.

Larry Brown called all three timeouts in overtime to no avail.

Before the end of the game, Schwarzenegger handed Mo Wen ten pieces of paper with his own signature and raised his head happily.

"Or we won, lad."

"Oh, so do you think I'm losing?" Mo Wen said indifferently.

"Of course you ····· Well, you didn't lose. Schwarzenegger smiled and shook his head, just as Mo Wen was hard-mouthed.

But Mo Wen showed a note with a mailbox in front of Schwarzenegger.

"No, I won, Mr. Governor!"

Looking at this familiar mailbox, Schwarzenegger turned his head suddenly, but found that his daughter, who was still next to him just now, didn't know when to talk to Stallone's daughter on the platform behind the detour.