basketball never sleeps

Chapter 149 Duncan seems to have seen his grandma

There is such a player who averaged 16 points and 6 rebounds per game in the NCAA Division II, but was rejected because of his age and mediocre physical fitness. Later, he averaged 27 points per game in two seasons in the French League , But still can't knock on the door of the NBA.

Discovered by Pat Riley, he finally thought he could make it through, but what he waited for was only a 10-day short contract and 23 seconds of playing time.

But he was lucky. He still got the chance later. He sat and watched for two years at the home court of the most famous devil in the NBA, and studied under Larry Brown for half a season. The Heat took two years of further study, and finally met the Bole who really recognized his value, and brought his talent to San Antonio.

His name is: Bruce Bowen.

Unlike Ben, who is also a counterattack against the undrafted draft, Ben's upward ladder is his own sweat, while his Bowen's ladder is the blood, tears and medical insurance cards of others.

Conflicts, contradictions and hatred between teams or players have always been the easiest way to sell tickets. Those seemingly controllable conflicts are not only opportunities for players to reach the sky, but also may become terrible misfortunes.

The arena in ancient Rome has well demonstrated the deepest aesthetics of human beings, fighting and bloodthirsty, so compared to the great friendship between Bird and the magician that transcends the competitive level, people are more willing to see the bayonet encounter between enemies , Just like Jordan met the smiling assassin, or Kobe met Bell.

As for Bowen, his rivals can probably form an All-Star team.

"The Spurs put him on the court just throwing fists and elbows. He was playing other sports on the court. I don't know what to call this sport."

This is what Junzilei said after the last regular season game between the two teams. What is ridiculous is that Junzilei also regarded Bowen as a friend, and even recommended him to the media when Bowen was wandering around for a basic salary. Over this guy who is still serious in training.

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

A person who has been in the dark for a long time does not need much price to make him die for you. Gao Qiqiang used a fish stall to tie Lao Mo, and Popovich hired only a small middle class. The best killer ever in the league.

It's just that Lao Mo couldn't be cruel enough to kill those who had been kind to him, but Bowen let go of everything.

In halftime, it took only halftime, Ray Allen bent over and finally lifted his ankle.

Mo Wen was not surprised by this, and even felt that Jun Zilei's persistence until now was quite remarkable.

Uncle Bao entered the state quite early today. Mo Wen sat in front of the TV not long after the game started, and he was able to watch all kinds of restricted defensive teaching.

When Ray Allen falls to the ground, Bowen will use his feet to support him; when Ray Allen shoots a jumper, he will quickly catch it with his soft calf and feet; Stomach, 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 exposed his minions, the honest man also silently clenched his fists.

Bosh still can't forget that day, February 2004, 2.

Carter, as usual, shot an elegant jumper after receiving his pass. Seeing the basketball hit the net, Bosh excitedly went to clap Carter, but who would have thought that when he turned his head, he would see the Carter, who fell to the ground with a painful ankle, and Bowen's innocent face.

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

Regarding that stepping, Bosh felt very sorry after the incident. He was a little confused because the incident happened suddenly, and the team was not harmonious, so he didn't stand up for Carter. If he could stand up like Mo Wen in New York at that time, Maybe Carter doesn't have to leave the Raptors this year?

"Damn Dirby, why is he still playing? What are the Supersonic players doing? What is Dak doing? Go beat him!" Bosh muttered dissatisfied.

Most of the Sonics are a group of young people with little experience in the playoffs. Without Ray Allen as the backbone, they are somewhat at a loss, just like Bosh back then.

The only person with a little experience is Daniels, who jumped ship after playing for the Spurs for 4 years.

Only Mi Lili is different. The big brother on the court is down, but there is a spiritual big brother behind him.

Do you still remember the ten "hidden rules for players with high EQ" left by Mo Wen to Milicic?

There is one item in it that says: In order to get hurt without making a mistake, teammates can make "discretionary" shots.

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

Under the camera, Popovich kept a stern face as usual, but Mo Wen, who was perceptive, still caught the corner of his mouth raised instantly.

It's really intentional to be so old!
But his smile didn't last long.

Milicic ran towards Bowen with his fist raised.

Hmm... This scene is a bit familiar. This year Carter went to the Nets and played a game with the Spurs. Bowen insisted on principles and played steadily.

Milicic hangs his face, with the yellow hair of a bad boy, and a height of 213, not to mention, he is really a little bit stronger than the angry Carter in terms of momentum.

Bowen, who was full of observation skills, was startled when he saw this, held up the military salute he learned during the French campaign, and retreated while saying something, "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 the confrontation between Milicic and Ben in the past two years was not in vain, and only the 1-meter referee was in front of him. He can't compete with players of the same height in confrontation.

Milicic glanced at him, Bowen was able to jump like that thanks to these referees, but Mo Ge said that he can't play referees unless necessary, so forget it.

Ignoring the referee's stop, with a person hanging on his body, he continued to walk quickly in the direction of Bowen, swinging his arms.

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

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

Daidai didn't really want to participate in Popovich's mess, but as the boss of the team, he couldn't watch his players get beaten at home, right?

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

"Hey, boy, what do you want to do at the stadium? Bruce has already said that he didn't mean it, so get the hell out of here!"

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

Milicic didn't care about Popovich's words. No matter what else, Popovich's status as Larry Brown's first disciple could not be cleared in his eyes.

Feeling offended, Popovich blew his beard and stared and poked Milicic's chest with his fingers, but he didn't want this action to arouse Milicic's painful memories.

Others with PTSD would avoid and fear, but Milicic in this time and space chose to be angry.

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

However, the painstaking education of Mo Wen and Xiuman still played a role, and the fist stopped half a finger away from Popovich's forehead.

The punching wind made Popovich close his eyes subconsciously.

When Popovich opened his eyes again, the fist retracted half an inch. Before he could react, a powerful index finger flicked to his smooth and shiny forehead.

thump——

The crisp sound allows people nearby to hear it clearly.

Ordinary people's brains collapse and there are many crying girls, but Milicic, a player who can catch the ball with one hand, has a brain collapse, and every flick of a watermelon with all his strength will open the scoop.

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

But he couldn't stand it like this. Under the severe pain, the facial nerves turned on the switch of the lacrimal glands on both sides without the permission of his brain, and tears flowed out of his eyes as if he didn't want money.

The well-known good guy in the NBA was also angry when he saw this scene, and he reached out and grabbed Milicic by the collar.

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

But Milicic doesn't like this, he hasn't beaten Bowen yet, and any player who blocks him is an accomplice.

"I apologize to your mother for offending Falk!"

Snapped--

This time Milicic didn't keep his hand, because he dragged his collar blankly, and even wanted to strangle his neck. This is a provocative fight first.

The 36E-sized, white spherical object snapped into Duncan's eye socket.

The swing of the fist was not big, and Milicic also pulled back, but it was still a fist.

For a moment, Duncan seemed to see his tits. (Duncan was born in a sports family and has a father)

No, bro, are you really doing it? !

Parker, who is also a player under Hughman, wanted to come up to fight, but he was embarrassed when he saw the scene in front of him. (o_O)?
Popovich on the left is arched, covering his forehead, bowing his head and breathing aside.

Duncan on the right knelt down on the ground covering his eyes.

NO! ↑
NO! ↑↑

NO! ↑↑↑! ~
The referee, who was hugging Milicic, stared at the scene in disbelief with wide-eyed eyes, and the tone of his mouth rose successively, and the voice that finally yelled NO was like a sad kitten crying for spring.

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

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

For this reason, Bowen wanted to find someone to protect him.

Teammates, teammates, save me.

Looking at the nearest team center Nazr, he has direction again.

But, guess what, Nazr Mohammad was the one who got thrown over the shoulder by Mo Wen in the Madison Square Garden brawl!

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 no friendship with him, was not polite, and Bowen tripped him as soon as he stretched out his little foot.

You dog, if you make trouble yourself, you can take it on yourself!

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

On the surface, Nazr still made a righteous and resisting movement, shouting with great victory in his mouth, but he danced the "Wolf King Dance" and retreated to the side to make room .

Milicic was a little puzzled, but when he saw that the security guards and other referees were about to surround him, he didn't think much about it. He rushed over and grabbed Bowen, and came with 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 action ideas with countless arms.

"Buy Karma, I take back what I just said, I'm a waste!"

Bosh, who opened his mouth wide in front of the TV, almost stuffed his fist into it.

"Dark is really fierce, well, I think he is more fierce than you, but he will fight at home anyway, this is San Antonio!"

"It's okay, he's white."

Mo Wen smiled and shook his head. It's not like he hasn't fought in San Antonio. Based on his experience, fighting in white men's skins is fine in places other than Detroit.

When he was in Detroit, Milicic was still with the Pistons.

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

"Fake! Fake! Fake!" As soon as the other end of the phone was connected, there was a voice of Human's dismay.

"Look at the good apprentice you teach! Mo!"

"Don't get excited, it's just hitting a dog, it's no big deal!" Mo Wen said lazily, firstly, he didn't hit the fans, and secondly, he didn't hit the referee. Popovich stretched out his hand first, and Duncan was also pulled first when he was beaten. The collar, the only one who is really "innocent" is Bowen.

He didn't believe how long the league would suspend Milicic for Bowen's "step down".

If it is really for Bowen to give Milicic a heavy penalty of more than a dozen games, everyone will stop playing in the future, just raise a few thugs, and just find the opposing star to step in.

"What the fuck...forget it, just wipe your ass, anyway, Dake doesn't have an endorsement yet, I've borrowed your press officer for two days, damn it, can't you let me rest for two days?"

"Think about the mortgage of your big house, think about your daughter's future college tuition, think about your vacation expenses, think about your dream of becoming a big agent..."

"Stop, stop, stop talking, I'm on my way, I'm on my way!"

Things are unpredictable. Half a year ago, when Artest and the others left Auburn to go to the palace, they escaped with popcorn and Coke from the fans. Half a year later, the former Detroit hero followed Artest’s old path in other cities. .

In the hotel where the Pacers stayed in Miami, Carlisle was in a small room, dismantling the defensive moves of Master Bowen on the outside line this year for Taizi.

"His defensive strategy is a bit unreasonable. He doesn't talk about martial arts. I'm just telling you that his defensive method is very deterrent to players who play like Mo Wen. It doesn't make you use it. It means."

Yasuko scratched his head, the capacity CPU was running crazily.

It seemed that he heard something, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Why should I learn from him? Bowen's defense is also called defense? We play confrontation, and it's 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 It’s not enough to kill alone.”

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

Forget it, do your best and obey the destiny.

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

"Coach, something happened to Ron!"

"What happened? Didn't I say, don't disturb my class until the plane hits!"

Tinsley, who poked his head out, scratched his head in embarrassment, and shrank back.

"Oh, I just want to say that in the match between the Sonics and the Spurs just now, the boxing champion who beat Artest beat Popovich, Duncan and Bowen!"

"Falke, how many times have I told you that I wasn't beaten up. I was just a bad move and was attacked by him!" Artest slapped the table and stood up.

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

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

"Hey, wait, who did you say was beaten?"

"Popo, Tim, and Bowen who stepped Ray Allen... that boxing champion beat up the three of them in order to stand out for Ray." Tinsley said weakly outside the door.

Carlisle/Artest: ...

Carlisle: "Forget what I just said, let's discuss the next one."

Artest: "Okay, coach."

(End of this chapter)