Chapter 308: Under anger

This is definitely the most shameful moment in Tony Derke's life. He was knocked down by his opponent twice in one round, and it was a shameful kneeling and bowing.
He regretted his choice. He should not have defended so aggressively. If he let Mo Mengchen shoot, the second shameful bow would not happen. It is too late to say anything. This scene will appear on today’s ten. In the good ball, and may be selected as the essence of Mo Mengchen's career.
"I hope Tony can stabilize his emotions." This is Rambo's biggest wish now, "Don't be taken by Dor.Mo, he must have his own rhythm."
Barry was as mean as ever: "Forget it, I can count on his broad-mindedness if he doesn't collapse. These guys from the bench are most likely to collapse. If they have a strong will, they won't play for a long time. Each coach They all like tough players. Weak guys will always sit on the cold bench, waiting for the enlightened coach to give him a chance."
Such evaluation of a substitute that can get 10 points per game, Barry's words caused the dissatisfaction of the audience.
Mo Mengchen's fans took the opportunity to make a loud noise in Oracle.
"Can't you idiots quell those gangsters?"
P-J Callesimo's neck was red, and the stubble on his face made it difficult to hide his anger.
"Don't care what the crazy dog ​​said!"
Sprewell misses old Nielsen too. Although the crazy scientist is also a temper, he will never shirk his responsibilities, nor will he use such rude words to attack the players during the game.
The madman found that his teammates were dumbfounded by Callesimo, and he felt he needed to do something to save the game.
He played against Alan Houston.
Houston stretched his nerves, he has been unable to prevent the madman from the beginning of the game, the opponent's breakthrough threat is extremely terrible, coupled with an unstable but long-range jumper.
"Bad defense!"
The madman scolded, forcibly pulled up, and scored a shot over Houston.
"You dare to defend against me, do you want me to get 100 points?"
The madman threw away the and vented his dissatisfaction with Callesimo to Houston.
The CIC king picked up the ball and bumped into Mo Mengchen.
"If you want to scold me, scold." Houston is numb.
Mo Mengchen waited for him to serve: "I don't think you are much worse than that lunatic. If you want to give up, please."
Houston served the ball to Mo Mengchen and gave him a surprised look.
Don't even scold me?
It turns out that Dad also has a kindness...
Mo Mengchen's ideas are different. Sprewell is much stronger than Houston, so he can accept the CIC as long as he is not slagged.
Houston is ready to run, first of all to pass the Sprewell level.
Sprewell set an example on the defensive end and tried his best to defend. The energy he invested was exactly the same as the offensive end. It was almost impossible to get rid of him by normal running.
Ben Wallace brought it up and stood still.
Sprewell only thought he would be a normal pick-and-roll, and he didn't expect what it would cost to hit it like this.
Big Ben used both hands and feet, and as soon as Sprewell approached him, he thought he would be able to get rid of it just by struggling.
Unexpectedly, Wallace slammed him down.
"so hard!"
Houston secretly said that Wallace was trapped by his height, so people often looked down upon him.
But as long as he opened the posture for cover and pick-and-roll, anyone who had to break away from him had to pay a great price.
Sprewell did not expect this, so he was knocked down.
Houston appeared at the end on time, and Mo Mengchen gave the ball a gentle pass.
"Uh!"
The ball goes into the basket.
"Your defense isn't much better."
Successfully countered Sprewell, Houston regained his confidence.
The anger on Sprewell's face was everywhere.
What made him even more angry was Callesimo's roar: "What the are you doing? The defense is like a mother-in-law. Did the of the nightclub squeeze you out? You crippled soft egg!"
"this!"
Mo Meng expected Houston to stop him, so Big Ben stood in place before Houston's defense was exploded.
Big Ben has a certain look, this is his chance to show to everyone.
Sprewell's breakthrough was fierce, and the first step of the explosive was amazingly fast. The subsequent large stride was even more stunned.
Do you expect Houston to defend him? Ha ha.
I still hope Hill will suddenly learn how to make three-pointers.
Mo Mengchen thought with self-deprecation, putting the hope of preventing the madman on Wallace, who was always underestimated because of his height.
Let them see, Ben.
What about a short center who is short and impossible to succeed?
Sprewell remembered that this awful rubbing had just done so many small movements while covering the screen, and his anger could not be stopped.
"Give me death!"
Sprewell yelled and wanted to buckle.
Wallace's bomb speed is beyond imagination. He is so small, unlike a center, but he still wins in height at the end of this aerial battle.
Under pressure, Sprewell had no choice but to hit the ball fiercely.
"Detroit's counterattack!"
Mo Mengchen, Hill, Houston three fast break.
The Pistons three players participated in the fast break at the same time, basically locking the score.
Sprewell, who was blocked, showed super strong desire, first-class linear acceleration, and terrifying foot frequency. He caught up with the Pistons.
Mo Mengchen backhanded, playing him in public.
Hill throws the ball backwards and leans forward, bringing great pressure. The madman can only watch Houston take the ball straight up, he can do nothing.
"Boom!"
Houston counter-attacked a dunk.
"What about your defense, man?"
Houston asked aloud.
Sprewell could not bear it, and he turned and walked back.
Calesimo rudely cursed: "You stupid dog with no brains, take your brains, don't think that if you are defensively active, I can forgive your shot choices!"
Backtracking to no avail, Sprewell has done his utmost. He feels that his attack is not a problem. After various unpleasant things happen, he is angry, plus the words of Carlesimo.
It seems that a weed met a flame;
It's like a Tyrannosaurus was pulled out of the scales
One's weakness is the most untestable.
Sprewell was furious: "You shut up for me, you crazy dog ​​who only knows how to bark!"
Callesimo stepped forward, his face full of anger: "What are you talking about? You selfish ghost, useless soft-foot shrimp, expecting you to win is better than expecting a dog not to pick up the in the sewer. , You is just a scumbag that only knows to brush data, my must be today..."
Callesimo couldn't say the next word, because Sprewell stepped forward and kicked his head coach, the most violent old man of the Warriors, to the ground.
it's not finished yet!
The scene was irritable.
"Fight!"
"hit!"
Mo Mengchen's fans are even more crazy.
"Is the NBA so interesting?"
"Fight yourself? What happened?"
"Let the storm come stronger, keep going!"
Rambo shouted, "Calm down! Calm down! If you go on like this, things will be irreversible!"
Rick Barry was active in the turbulent seventies. At that time, even if you hit the brains of others, the price was only a ban.
If you don't believe it, ask the old man who said, "Never underestimate the heart of a champion."
(Voiceover: I suddenly forgot what his name is, Tom Norwich is coming?)
Sprewell kicked Calesimo to the ground and rode a dozen punches without anyone to stop it, showing how unpopular Calesimo was.
The unrest continues.
"What should we do?" Houston felt the greatest malice in the world.
Beat your own head coach during the game?
Hill couldn't believe the scene in front of him was real. He couldn't help but ask people around him: "Am I dreaming?"
"What now?" Houston asked.
"Watch the play." Mo Mengchen said.
Sprewell finally reached out his sinful hands and pinched Calesimo's neck fiercely. Everyone believed he wanted to kill his head coach.
Calesimo felt difficult to breathe and he was choking.
Am I going to die in the hands of this lunatic?
He thought pessimistically.
Perhaps a few seconds later, Callesimo died.
The Pistons went to the theater and the trio finally rushed over. Houston hugged Sprewell from behind: "Calm down, man!"
"Yeah, is there anything you can't talk about?" Hill remembered his mother's sutra to his opponent.
Mo Mengchen squatted down to observe Callesimo, complaining that the other two were too busy: "When will you be reassuring, is this old man's life and death related to us?"
"The most ironic thing is that his own player almost strangled his head coach on the court."
Barry took his word.
"Ironically, it was the visiting team members who came up to persuade."
The referee on the spot was also dumbfounded, playing the game for decades, and for the first time saw his team almost strangled his head coach.
After the reaction, they first ousted Sprewell, and then let the Warriors' team doctor help Calesimo.
The game entered a technical timeout.
How wonderful the expression of Adam Frasses is.
This is the third game he coached as the head coach, and he actually witnessed such a horrible thing on the spot.
"Hope you didn't fight me that day~EbookFREE.me~Flauses joked.
Everyone laughed happily.
The first half is not over yet, but their opponent has made such a change.
There will be no more suspense in this game, they are very clear.
If there are no accidents, Sprewell will be heavily penalized. Without a madman, where can Richie Mitchmond take this team?
"Who do you think is the happiest when this happens?" Hill asked Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen said: "King."
Why?
Because the Warriors will sign in the king's hands next year.
After tonight, the Warriors were the top picks in 1998.