There is a player who averaged 16 points and 6 rebounds per game in NCAA Division II, but was not selected because of his age and mediocre physical attributes, and then he averaged 27 points per game in two seasons in the French league, but he still couldn't knock on the door of the NBA.

Discovered by Pat Riley, he finally thought he could make it, but all he had to wait was a 10-day contract and 23 seconds of playing time.

But he was lucky, he got the opportunity to sit on the home court of the NBA's most famous devil for two years, and studied under Larry Brown for half a season, and then was brought back to the Heat by Pat Riley for two years of further education, and finally met Bole who really recognized his value and brought his talent to San Antonio.

His name is: Bruce Bowen.

is different from Brother Ben, it is also a counterattack after losing the draft, Brother Ben's rise ladder is his own sweat, and his Bowen's ladder is someone else's blood and tears and medical insurance card.

Conflicts, contradictions and hatred between teams or players have always been the simplest means of ticket sales, and those seemingly controllable conflicts can be both opportunities for players to ascend to the sky, or they can become terrible misfortunes.

The gladiatorial arenas of ancient Rome have been a good display of the deepest aesthetics of human beings, fighting and bloodlust, so people are more happy to see the bayonets of enemies than the great friendship between Bird and the magician that transcends the level of competition, such as Jordan meets the smiling assassin, or Kobe meets Bale.

As for Bowen, his enemies could probably form an All-Star team.

"The Spurs just put him on the court with a fist and an elbow, and he played other sports on the court, and I don't know what to call it."

This is what Junzilei said after the last regular season game between the two teams, and the funny thing is that Junzilei also used to regard Bowen as a friend, and even recommended this guy to the media for him when Bowen was wandering around for a basic salary.

But the friendship between the two ended when Bowen signed his first mini-long mid-class with the Spurs.

A person who has been in the dark for a long time doesn't need too much price to make him die for you, Gao Qiqiang used a fish stall to tie up Lao Mo, and Popovich hired the strongest killer in the league with only a mini middle class.

It's just that Lao Mo failed to kill the people who had been kind to him, but Bowen let go of everything.

In the middle of the half, it only took half time, and Ray Allen bent over to the end to support his ankle.

Mo Wen didn't feel anything about this, and even felt that it was remarkable that Jun Zilei had been able to persist until now.

Uncle Bao San entered the state quite early today, and Mo Wen sat in front of the TV before the game started, and he could see all kinds of restrictive defensive teaching.

When Ray Allen falls to the ground, Bowen will use his foot to help him; Ray Allen jumpers, he will quickly use his soft calves and feet to catch them; When Ray Allen broke through, he would slap Ray Allen's stomach with the gentlest elbow and politely ask, "Have you eaten?" ”

He really, I cried to death.

At first, Bosh was still laughing at Milicic who was mercilessly beaten by Duncan, but after Bowen showed his minions, the honest man also silently clenched his fists.

Bosh still can't forget that day, February 19, 2004.

Carter threw an elegant step-back jumper after receiving his pass as usual, and Bosh excitedly went to Carter to give him a high-five, but who would have thought that when he turned his head, he saw Carter lying to the ground with his ankle covered and in pain, and Bowen's innocent face.

Bosh is also a person with a flexible moral bottom line, but Bowen still refreshes his perception of "dirty".

For that stepping up, Bosh regretted it after the incident, because the incident happened suddenly, so he was a little blind, and the team was not very harmonious, and he didn't stand up for Carter, if he could stand up like Mo Wen in New York at that time, maybe Carter wouldn't necessarily have to leave the Raptors this year, right?

"Damn dirty, why is he still playing, what are the superSonics doing, what are Ducks doing? Beat him up! Bosh muttered discontentedly.

The SuperSonics are mostly a group of young people with little playoff experience, and without the backbone of Ray Allen, they are somewhat at a loss, just like Bosh at the beginning.

The only experience is Daniels, who jumped from playing for the Spurs for 4 years.

Only the rice interest is different, the big brother on the court has fallen, but there is a spiritual big brother behind him.

Do you still remember the ten "unspoken rules for players with high emotional intelligence" left by Mo Wen to Milicic?

There is a clause in it that says: in order to hurt teammates without making a mistake, you can take action "as appropriate".

Referring to Mo Wen's performance at Madison Garden, Milicic almost knows what level of "discretion" is.

Under the camera, Popovich kept a straight face as usual, but Mo Wen, who was discerning, still captured the corners of his mouth that instantly raised.

The old man is really deliberate!

But his smile didn't last long.

Milicic ran towards Bowen with his fist raised.

Hmmm... This scene is a bit familiar, this year Carter went to the Nets and played a game with the Spurs, Bowen insisted on the principle of stable play, and put another foot, completely provoked Carter, and chased and played all over the court.

Milicic has a hanging face, plus the yellow hair of a delinquent teenager, plus a height of 213, not to mention, he is really a little stronger than the angry Carter in terms of momentum.

Bowen, who was full of observation, was shocked when he saw this, held up the military salute he had learned during the French war, and said something as he returned it, "It's none of Bowen's business, it's his own problem." ”

The referee quickly noticed the situation here, and he hurriedly blew his whistle and ran over to stop Milicic, but Milicic's confrontation with Ben in the past two years was not in vain, and the referee who was only 1.8 meters could not compare with a player of the same height in the confrontation.

Milicic glanced at him, Bowen was able to jump so much credit to these referees, but Brother Mo said that you can't play referees unless you have to, so forget it.

Ignoring the referee's stop, with a person hanging from him, he continued to flick his arms and walk briskly in the direction of Bowen.

Bowen, who just wanted to continue his innocent performance, saw Milicic rushing towards him with the referee, and without saying a word, he turned and fled in the direction of Duncan and Popovich.

"Yun Chang save me, military advisor save me!"

Dumb didn't want to be involved in Popovich's, but as the boss of the team, he couldn't watch his players get beaten at home.

So under the leadership of Popovich, the old man and Duncan stopped in front of Milicic.

"Hey, boy, what is this the stadium trying to do? Bruce said it all, he didn't mean it, you get back to me! ”

"I heard Brother Mo say you, don't pretend to be an old man, you are the big villain, you are as bad as that old bastard."

Milicic would not have taken Popovich's words to heart, and no matter what else, Popovich's status as a disciple of Larry Brown would not be clear in his eyes.

Feeling offended, Popovich blew his beard and glared and poked his finger into Milicic's chest, but he didn't want to do so, but the action stirred up painful memories of Milicic's past.

Others PTSD will avoid and fear, but Milicic in this time and space has chosen to be angry.

He clenched his fist and swung it out with a snort.

Still, Mo Wen and Heuman's painstaking education did their part, and the fist stopped half a finger away from Popovich's head.

The punching wind made Popovich subconsciously close his eyes.

By the time Popovich opened his eyes again, the fist had retracted half an inch, and before he could react to anything, a powerful index finger snapped against the door of his smooth and shiny brain.

Whew—

The crisp sound was clear to everyone nearby.

Ordinary people's brains are mostly crying girls, but Milicic, a player who can catch the ball with one hand, has a brainstorm that opens the watermelon with all his strength.

Popovich, who also came out of the local military camp in San Antonio, has always liked to flaunt himself with toughness.

But he couldn't stand it like this, and under the severe pain, the facial nerves turned on the switches of the tear ducts on both sides without the permission of his brain, and tears flowed out of his eyes like no money.

The famous good old man in the NBA was also angry when he saw this scene, and reached out and grabbed Milicic's collar.

"You shouldn't have done anything to Popo, bro, you need to apologize to Popo."

But Milicic doesn't eat this, Bowen hasn't beaten him yet, and all the players who stop him are accomplices.

"I'm sorry for your mom for messing with Farke!"

Smack-

This time, Milicic did not spare his hand, because he tugged at his collar in a daze, and even had the intention of choking his neck, which belonged to the provocation of the first mutual assault.

36E-sized, white spherical object snapped and exhaled to Duncan's eye socket.

The fist is not very swinging, and Milicic has also retracted, but it is also a fist.

For a moment, Duncan seemed to see his. (Duncan was born into a sports family and had a father)

Isn't it, brother, are you really doing it?!

Parker, who is also a player under Heuman, wanted to come up and pull the rack, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was directly embarrassed. （o_O）？

Popovich on the left hunched over, clutching his head, bent over and gasping for air.

Duncan, on the right, fell to his knees directly covering his eyes.

NO！ ↑

NO！ ↑↑

NO！ ↑↑↑！ ~

The referee who was holding Milicic looked at the scene in front of him with big eyes and disbelief, and the tone of his mouth rose in turn, and the voice that finally shouted NO was like a mournful kitten.

But Milicic's footsteps didn't want to stop there, and the noise of the fans on the sidelines didn't affect his steps.

Just kidding, he was playing basketball against the bombing of the United States.

At this point, Bowen still wants to find someone to protect him.

Teammates, teammates, save it.

Looking at Nazr, the team's center closest to him, he has another direction.

But, guess what, Nazr Muhammad was the one who was thrown over the shoulder in a semicircle by Mo Wen during the brawl in Madison Garden Square!

It was also after that time that Nazr was traded to the Spurs!

Seeing that Bowen wanted to run behind him and use him as a meat shield.

Nazr, who had little friendship with him, was not polite, and tripped over Bowen as soon as his little foot was stretched.

Dog things, if you get into trouble, you can carry it yourself!

After Madison Garden, he no longer believed in brotherly righteousness!

On the bright side, Nazr still made a righteous gesture of resistance, and shouted triumphantly in his mouth, but he danced the "wolf king dance step" under his feet and retreated to the side, making way for space.

Milicic was a little confused, but when he saw that the security guards and other referees were about to surround him, he didn't think much about it, and rushed over and grabbed Bowen and came to a "Madison Garden Limited Marbury Package"

(Marbury: Are you polite?) ）

After finishing one set, he wanted to do another set, but the staff who swarmed over blocked his follow-up thoughts with an unknown number of arms.

"Buy it, I'll take back what I just said, I'm a piece of waste!"

Bosh, who opened his mouth wide in front of the TV, almost shoved his fist in.

"Duck is really fierce, well, I feel like he's fiercer than you, but he's going to do it at home, this is San Antonio!"

"It doesn't matter, he's white."

Mo Wen chuckled and shook his head, he didn't fight without San Antonio, with his experience, in other places except Detroit, fighting in the skin of a white man was fine.

When he was in Detroit, Milicic was still on the Pistons' side.

Before he could say anything, the phone in his hand rang.

"Fack! Fack! Fack! As soon as the phone was connected, Hughman's angry voice was heard.

"Look at the good apprentices you taught! Mo! ”

"Don't get excited, it's just a dog, it's not a big deal!" Mo Wen said lazily, one didn't hit the fans, the other didn't hit the referee, Popovich stretched out his hand first, Duncan was beaten and pulled the collar first, and the one who was really "innocent" on the left and right was Bowen.

He didn't believe how long the league would ban Milicic for Bowen to "lay down".

If it is really for Bowen to give Milicic a dozen or so heavy penalties, everyone will stop playing in the future, raise a few thugs, and find the right star to step on.

"What the hell are you... Forget it, wipe your ass and wipe your ass, anyway, there is no endorsement on Dark, I borrowed your press officer for two days first, damn it, can't you let me rest for two days? ”

"Think about the mortgage of your big house, think about the tuition fees that your daughter will need for college in the future, think about the expenses you need for vacations, think about your dream of becoming a big agent..."

"Stop, stop, don't say it, I'm rushing, I'm rushing!"

Unexpectedly, half a year ago, when Atay and his family left Auburn's palace, they escaped with popcorn and Coke from fans, and half a year later, the former Detroit hero took Atay's old path in other cities.

At the hotel where the Pacers in Miami were staying, Carlisle was in a small room, dismantling the defensive moves of Master Bowen for Taizi this year.

"His defensive strategy is a bit unreasonable, he doesn't talk about martial arts, and I'm just telling you that his defensive style is very intimidating to players with projection play like Mo Wen, and it doesn't mean for you to use it."

Taizi scratched her head, and the capacity CPU ran wildly.

I seem to hear something, but I don't fully understand it.

"Why should I learn from him, Bowen's kind of defense is also called defense? We are playing confrontation, and it is not dirty, that is, we didn't let Mo meet, let Mo meet, the whole Spurs team, that old man and the San Antonio home fans together are not enough for Mo alone. ”

Carlisle took a deep breath, pretended to laugh freely, and nodded helplessly.

Forget it, do your best, and obey the destiny of God.

Just as Carlisle was thinking about what to say next, there was a knock on the door to the room.

"Coach, something is wrong with Ron!"

"What's wrong? Didn't I say it, don't disturb my class if the plane doesn't crash over! ”

Tinsley, who poked his head out, scratched his head a little embarrassedly and retracted.

"Oh, I just wanted to say that in the match between the SuperSonics and the Spurs just now, the boxing champion who beat Atay beat Popovich, Duncan and Bowen again!"

"Fack, how many times have I told you, I wasn't beaten, I was just a bad move, and I was attacked by him!" Atai slapped the table directly.

But then Carlisle's slap arrived and pulled him back into his seat.

"Got it, it's just a fight, there's nothing else to don't affect us." Carlisle said with a frown.

"Eh, wait, who did you just say was beaten?"

"Popo, Tim, and Bowen who stepped on Ray Allen, that boxing champion beat them up just to give Ray a head." Tinsley said weakly outside the door.

Carlisle/Artest: ···

Carlisle: "Forget what I said, let's move on to the next one." ”

Artest: "Okay, Coach. ”

(End of chapter)