Chapter 175: Shaq, you are miserable

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After the old Miller had finished crying, Qin Xiong waned to stay, and walked out of the American Airlines Arena with his head held high.
The game was lost, but he was still the Miller, and he dared to export Reggie Miller to the thriving Larry Bird during his rookie season.
Reggie Miller, who fought endlessly with the of basketball and never left the East for his entire career!
Miller was so hard-spirited that Qin Xiong was embarrassed. Oh, who made him hang up?
Gee...it's so shameless!
Shameless Qin Xiong turned his head and left the tearful Miller behind his head. He directly dialed O'Fang's phone and told O'Fang that he was waiting for him in Miami.
O'Neill was choked by Qin Xiong and could not speak.
Heat 4:1 to get the Pacers to rest for a few more days, the Obese Lakers are sad.
Now they are behind the Timberwolves by 2:3 and their opponents get the match point. If returning to Los Angeles can't handle the three-headed monster, O'Fang will say goodbye to the finals.
"Man, work harder, maybe you can even get to the next two cities! You will have a big advantage in the finals, and I will never get 30+ per quarter!"
O'Neill:...
Was it so rampant?
There are 30+ matches in each quarter, and Qin Xiong dared to say it!
Perhaps stimulated by Qin Xiong, in the Staples Center game, O'Neal dominated the penalty area, turning Wolves’ big jump shot into a big shot. After the entire game, O’Neal had 34 points, 16 rebounds, 7 assists and 4 blocks, and Kobe 24. Points 8 rebounds and 6 assists, the two teamed up to score 60 points.
The Timberwolves scored only 74 points!
Payton and Malone scored in double figures, and F4 scored more than the Timberwolves, bringing the situation back.
Moved to the Target Center Arena, the Lakers went down in one go, and the Timberwolves entered the finals. Let the Wolf King go hunting in the grassland, send the aliens to Area 51 for research... Madman, the Lakers will leave it alone, let him go.
On June 6, the American Airlines Arena welcomed the Purple and Golden Corps, headed by Phil Jackson.
The meritorious coach who led the team to establish three dynasties was serious before the game and told reporters that he was ready to fight the Heat for seven games.
In fact, the Zen master's words are nothing more than flickering heat. Although the Lakers are more difficult every time they qualify, their opponent in the Finals is the Heat. The head coach has no playoff experience and the core of the team is just a rookie Heat!
The newly released new issue of the Los Angeles Times celebrated the Lakers with great fanfare, thinking that although the Heat have phenomenal players like Super Jack, other players are not at all playoff level, let alone the finals.
Perhaps Super Jack will create a little trouble for the Lakers, just like Iverson of the 76ers led the team to steal a finals victory.
It will be the first time for the Heat to stand on the finals stage, including Qin Xiong. Everyone was very excited and trembling.
In the home team's locker room, Qin Xiong glanced at his teammates flushed with excitement, feeling incredible.
Isn't it the finals?
Need to be so excited?
Everyone in the locker room was agitated, and things that were accustomed to them all suddenly felt strange.
"Hey, I said, do you have to be so excited? Just the three melons and two dates of the Lakers. I'll pick him up later..."
Haslem and the others looked weird, looked at Qin Xiong, as if they wanted to say something but dare not say anything.
In Qin Xiong's view, perhaps the Lakers are really nothing remarkable, because his achievements will never be matched by others-he broke various records in his rookie season, won various MVPs, and led the team to the finals.
Such a feat is indeed beyond the reach of teammates.
But they are not Qin Xiong!
Qin Xiong's hang-up can be opened every quarter, opening a big hang-up to kill his opponent. But the teammates were all ordinary people, and they didn't hang up. It was the first time to be on the stage of the finals.
"I know what you want to say!"
Qin Xiong glanced at his teammates with weird expressions, Qin Xiong shook his head: "You are inside! I know all the excitement and tremors, but you can't carry such emotions in the game... Don't worry, everything that cannot be solved on the court is left I, I'm responsible for solving...Of course, don't think about it on the defensive end, I can't hold Shaq..."
Qin Xiong's words were so bold and arrogant, they looked like a joke, a joke who didn't know what the finals was.
But is Qin Xiong funny?
Hey, it seems a little... Odom muttered to himself.
Can a tease be able to lead the old, weak and sick to the present? Can break various records?
It took Qin Xiong a season to establish his absolute prestige in the Heat's locker room. Before this prestige was destroyed, his teammates firmly believed in his words.
"You have to be prepared for 4 to 3, just like you did with the Pistons..."
Before Qin Xiong finished his words, the locker room was boiling.
Here again?
Odom smiled, he likes this trick!
Eddie Jones smiled from the bottom of his heart. Although he was old and faint, he was still okay with 4 on 3.
As for Qin Xiong's two little followers, um, the idea of ​​holding the thigh in his heart became firmer. Don't you hug such thick thighs and wait for latecomers to compete with them?
The staff informed that it was ready to play~EbookFREE.me~ Qin Xiong waved his hand and led the team straight to the court.
Before leading the team, he called the arena staff and asked them to bring a copy of the "Los Angeles Times". He planned to chat with O'Fang to see what the fat guy thinks.
The familiar BGM of Captain Jack’s appearance sounded in the American Airlines Arena. Wearing a No. 22 shirt and stepping on AQ boots, Qin Xiong jogged out of the passage amidst the cheers of more than 20,000 fans.
"Hi, Shaq, is it true?" Qin Xiong handed the newspaper to O'Fang during the warm-up period.
O'Neill took it over and glanced at it, good guy, "Los Angeles Times", um, the new issue of the newspaper Uncle Shaq still likes it, and he said his heart.
"Shaq, the smile reveals the purpose, be careful while Uncle Jack zooms in..."
"Hey, Jack, don't be too serious. Anyway, 4:1 is a loss, 4:2 is also a loss. What do you care about so much? I heard that you are planning to participate in this year's Olympics. Wouldn't it be good to rest early?"
Qin Xiong stared at O'Neill, and said slowly, "Fatty, you are miserable!"
After half talking, Qin Xiong turned around and returned to the Heat's warm-up half, where O'Neal stood alone with a newspaper, dumbfounded.
"Why does this little talk only half way?"
"It's miserable? What's wrong for me?"
Unable to understand the meaning of Qin Xiong's words, O'Neill handed the newspaper to the Lakers staff at will.
Payton grabbed O'Fang and asked, "Hey, what did the kid say to you, I think he is quite relaxed, there is no tension in the finals."
"I said something inexplicable, I don't know what he meant..."