"This group of dogs* is too pestering, and the referee doesn't care, and the jersey is pulled and deformed for me as if nothing happened."

During the break, Shaq looked at the jersey that was pulled into the shoulders and complained in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, don't mention it, Jamal (Tinsley) bastard can't wait to stick it on me, no one cares, and he still touches and searches, I really want to chop off his hand!"

Damon Jones, who came off the bench, pouted his nose and said viciously.

"If you can't beat it, you can use some small tricks to disgust people, if you want me to say, they are just a bunch of soft eggs without seeds!"

"What are you guys, I'm done shooting, I have to come up and slap me, you told me they came to play? Ghost believes! ”

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Da Fan did not take advantage of the timeout to pour chicken soup or arrange tactics, but coldly allowed the Heat players to communicate and convey negative emotions.

The right amount of negativity motivates players to play further, especially when the game is so tough.

This match has been played so far, and it has been very unexpected for him.

Time was running out in the third quarter, and the team doctor was running out of playing time for Ao Fat, but the Heat only had a three-point advantage.

Mo Wen's rhythm is no problem, the Big Three's play is normal, and no role players are sick.

However, the Pacers relied on the defense that Riley had to admire, and they had to grind with the Heat until now.

Whether he can win this game or not, Dafan is not worried, but when he goes back to the away side, it is difficult to say what kind of situation it will be.

There were two people on the Heat's bench who weren't involved in the complaining army — Wade and Mo Wen.

Wade usually fights with Mo Wen a lot, and he has already developed preliminary antibodies to the black hand, and it is difficult for ordinary means to affect him.

As for Mo Wen, he is about to reach the second anniversary of obtaining the dungeon space, and based on an average of 5 games per day for two years and 730 days, that is also 3,650 games, and Abdul-Jabbar and Robert Parish, who have played the most games in their NBA careers, do not add up to him.

Others are old fritters, he is a fossil fritters.

He has recently been attacking the finals dungeon, and the beating that is difficult for ordinary players to accept is just his daily routine.

It's false to say that he is not tired or hurt, after all, the flesh does not have armor, but his brain is used to it, so it's okay.

At the end of the timeout, he walked onto the pitch again, with no expression on the faces of the players on either side.

The director on the sidelines knew how to give the camera to the most handsome man in the NBA, and the face that didn't wipe off the sweat was exuding hormones through the screen, and the soaked hair tips made Mo smell a kind of comic male protagonist.

This scene caused some ladies wearing No. 66 jerseys on the sidelines to raise their legs and scream.

"Oh, here we go again, director, are you going to apply for a magazine cover photographer? Why do you always give the camera to Mo, do you know that doing this is ruining the atmosphere of the game. The on-site commentator complained.

"Come on, if you don't shoot the world's second most handsome man and the most handsome man in the NBA, do you want to give the camera to those guys who can run for the most bizarre looks? You should be glad that the man who controls the camera is the man, otherwise I feel that the big screen above will be dominated by Mo's face in the whole scene. ”

Another commentary objectively refutes it.

When Mo Wen broke the record and was elected as the All-Star vote king, most of the local media in the United States insisted that Mo Wen relied on the mysterious power of the East.

But the truth is that Mo Wen's jersey had already surpassed O'Neal to become the best-selling champion before the All-Star break.

The Western media industry has been scandalizing and belittling the image of Asians, but the eyes of the masses are not blind, and the fact that the stick boy group was able to open up the market in North America is a good proof of this.

The appearance and character design that can play, plus the popular "Betonme" with Britney, plus Nike and the alliance's intention to promote the operation.

Mo Wen's poster doesn't know how many girls have become the object of caressing before going to bed.

On the field, looking at Mo Wen, who naturally waved to the enthusiastic fans, Artest had a little envy and jealousy on his face.

He has always felt that he is the most handsome person in the NBA, and during his previous ban, in addition to being a part-time singer, he also worked part-time as a model for a while, and he even participated in the Armani spring catwalk.

Without waiting for his jealousy to ferment, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed from jealousy to a rather complicated appearance.

"That... Uh... Well, Mo, your jersey... Will you want it later? ”

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, looking at his spitting appearance, he subconsciously felt that there was some conspiracy.

"You're not going to cheat the little girl with my jersey, are you?"

"Huh? No, no, absolutely not, how to say it... Ah, yes... My wife wants a jersey that you wear. ”

Atai's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last half of the sentence, if it wasn't for Mo Wen's good ears, he would definitely not be able to hear it.

Ahh

He would rather not hear it.

If another player asks for a jersey on behalf of his wife, Mo Wen generally doesn't believe it, but Atai, don't look at him on the court as a forceful person, but in private he and Kidd are the same kind of people.

Kidd was chased and bitten by a certain organization after beating his wife, so he didn't dare to fight back, as for Atai, if he remembers correctly, this person is a realistic version of the gray wolf, and he was chased all the way by his wife with a frying pan in the news.

"Won't you make some excuses? For example, your sister, what does your daughter want..."

"My sister is still in prison..."

"Ah, I'm so sorry..."

It is said that the hands are short, but Atai did not mean to keep his hands in the confrontation behind, but the action became bigger and bigger.

It feels like it...

Jealous?

NND, you're the one who asked me for the jersey, and you're the one who is jealous.

I'd like to call you the most dog.

Buddies are not Parker, Fisher and Arenas, besides, your wife who is wider than you, Lao Wang has to take a detour when he sees it, and it is not easy to turn off the lights, can you still worry?

Seeing that this kid was stubborn, Mo Wen handed over the ball to Wade and began to run without the ball.

After all, the team's masseur can't be as meticulous and caring as Catherine, and although Mo Wen's injury resistance has been raised, he doesn't want to play against this kid to test.

But it didn't work out, but his temporary evasion made Artest feel that his toughness had paid off.

With the last 40 seconds left in the third quarter, taking the basketball from Miller's hand, Atai then didn't think about it, didn't look for cover, didn't look at his teammates, and rushed straight towards Mo Wen.

Carlisle's breath jammed again.

He didn't understand.

Everyone else tries to bypass the defenders and then seek space to shoot, why do you still take the initiative to play against yourself?

Mo Wen's eyes were like knives, and he beckoned to Haslem next to him, and compared a tactical gesture that the Heat team would only use to deal with Ao Fat.

Haslem's eyelids twitched, but he nodded his head to indicate that he understood.

Mo Wen fought and retreated to put Atai into the penalty area, and Haslem closed in time to surround him.

Atai just wanted to show off his basket skills, but he didn't want Mo Wen to take the lead and at the same time elbowed Atai's back ribs.

The knife holder helps you put it on your neck, kill yourself or go to jail, choose one yourself.

Ah Tai felt that something was wrong and wanted to transfer the position, but Ha Pang returned to the defense in time to stop him on the other side, Mo Wen and Ha Pang had a tacit understanding that one of them stuck Ah Tai's outer thigh with one leg, and the three of them were intertwined and directly nailed Ah Tai to the bottom line.

It was the first time that Atay had encountered this situation after playing for a few years, and he tried to break free, but before he could swing his elbow, Haslem surrounded him and covered the light in front of him.

At this moment, it was as if the Iron Maiden had closed the door, and then sharp pain came from all directions of Atai's body.

Ao Fat, who came from the side, saw this scene and took a breath of cold air.

Before the linesman could see what was going on, he heard a howl of pain from Artey and lost control of the basketball.

The second watch will be tomorrow morning