basketball never sleeps

Chapter 245 You are amazing, you are noble! (8K)

The fans at the scene could not accept the result of the game.

Why, why did Iverson try his best and score 60+ again, but still got the same result?!
No one knows how to vent their emotions at this moment.

There were also fans on the sidelines chanting "We need Iverson!" and "Billy King, fire me!"

But self-admiration is meaningless.

Everyone knows that the trade of Iverson was operated by Billy King, but the one who allowed Billy King to do so was the team owner Snyder who was sitting high in the box in the stands.

Iverson's die-hard fans will probably boycott the 76ers and the capitalists.

But Snyder didn't care because he didn't plan to play anymore.

Snyder spent 1.2 million to buy the team in the year Iverson was selected. After spending so much money over the years, he ended up with a tragic story similar to that of Philadelphia.

It’s good to end now.

If we get a new boss and a new star, local fans will have new hope.

Back at the scene, the fans' complex emotions finally turned into applause, which was both a cheer for Iverson's performance tonight and a farewell blessing.

Mo Wen, who had already achieved the achievement of "The First Half of Lu Bu's Life", sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Loyalty without success as its foundation is like love without material support.

No matter how glorious it was in the past, it will eventually fall apart.

Even Coach Li could not resist the temptation of success and finally turned to the new track.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen proposed to exchange jerseys with Iverson during the handshake after the game.

Iverson was stunned at first, then he took off his jersey after thinking about it, pushed Mo Wen away, and gave it to Guy who had played well as a substitute. He turned around and said:

"I'm sorry because this might be the last time I get to play against you in my current position. You guys are the better team, but I don't think you performed better than me tonight."

Mo Wen shook his head helplessly. I didn't try to score points intentionally tonight, but my stats of 42 points, 15 assists, and 11 rebounds are not much worse than your 60+.

If tonight might not be Iverson's last game with the 76ers, in the past, Iverson's performance tonight would most likely be regarded by data experts as further evidence of Iverson's "cancer."

I have to say, your path has become narrow. You don't know how to interact with your friends. Let's see how you will stand and chat when you come to China in the future.

Come to think of it, there may not be many Amy fans in the world. After all, with his presence at the guard position, other NBA guards are looked down upon by fans.

Once you have seen the ocean, all other waters are but puddles.

Only Danzi can give it a try. Many domestic fans even think that Danzi is just a braggart. If Mo Ge hadn't been born late, he would have beaten the boiled egg into a solid egg!

Mo Wen was not stingy and gave his jersey to the 76ers' successor.

"Come on, I believe in your potential, I believe you will become the next LeBron."

Iguodala was very happy when he received Mo Wen's jersey, but when he heard the blessings that followed...

James is very good. In their previous games, James's statistics and performance on the court have always been steadily suppressing him, but in fact, the Cavaliers have not won the 76ers many times, and everyone knows that James is your toy RBQ!
At first, the comparison between Mo Wen and James was not so well known. But the league kept promoting it, and James kept saying that he would turn things around.

As a result, “all eyes” are on you, but you tell everyone “I’m a shybee” and it’s hard for them not to be impressed.

Mo Wen actually didn’t think so much about it, because in his mind, although James was a bit business-like, his career as a player was still successful.

Apart from anything else, no one in the same field can compare with A-Jan’s career planning ability.

After the game, reporters surrounded Mo Wen again and asked him for his post-match impressions.

"Is Iverson not strong enough? Did you come here after the game? He scored 62 points on us tonight!"

"Of course I know how strong he is. I have also learned his skills. I believe that there is no fan in this era who doesn't like Iverson's dribbling skills. In fact, during the national team training, Yao Ming also tried to use Allen's skills to dribble past me in private, hahahaha."

"To be honest, I admire Allen's achievements here, but this is the league, we can't dwell on the past, I can only wish him the best in the future."

After dealing with the media, Mo Wen and the team did not have time to feel the sadness of this city, and did not even inquire about Iverson's next stop, and flew to Boston.

Bad news – back to back;

Good news—it’s the last away game, and the opponent is the Celtics.

The next morning, when Mo Wen tiredly opened the door of the hotel room, he saw Old Hill and Schrempf holding newspapers and frowning in the lounge area.

Mo Wen probably knew what it was.

The pace of development seemed to be much faster than he remembered.

"Any big news, Coach?"

"Iverson is here." Old Hill sighed.

"?"

"Iverson is going to be traded to a team in the Northwest Division." Seeing Mo Wen raise his eyebrows, Old Hill realized the ambiguity and quickly finished his words.

It gave me a scare!
He thought Bennett was doing something fancy to hinder him.

He is willing to praise Iverson in front of the media, but that doesn't mean he is willing to play with Iverson.

With Iverson's playing style, he is suitable for playing in the bull-horse system of Larry Brown and Thibodeau.

He is responsible for absorbing the ball in a medium-efficient and high-productivity manner and scoring steadily, while the coach is responsible for integrating the team's defense.

It’s not impossible to work in other systems, but it just can’t go far.

Seeing that Mo Wen became casual again, it was Old Hill's turn to be surprised.

"Aren't you curious about who got the answer?"

"No need to think, it must be Melo (Gua)'s place." Mo Wen reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone to check the messages.

"Minnesota was also pursuing Answer some time ago, and Answer also expressed its willingness to cooperate with KG." Schrempf next to him raised an objection.

"Their technical characteristics are not complementary enough. If they want to win the championship, they have to continue to strengthen. Either strengthen the defense and build a defensive system, or strengthen a good 3D and rely on offense to push forward. However, the combined salary of the two is almost catching up with the salary cap, so there is no way to strengthen."

Mo Wen never considered the possibility of the "Aite" combination from the beginning to the end, and the Timberwolves' salary space did not support them to play in this way.

Previously, the Wolf Pack wanted to spend every penny to coax Garnett, and had never considered today's situation. Because under normal circumstances, Minnesota is not within the consideration range of the superstar.

"The Nuggets made a profit this time. They got Miller and Joe Smith, as well as two worthless first-round picks, and got a scoring champion in return."

"This is going to be troublesome. Anthony has the same possibility as you to compete for the scoring title this season. Add AI to the mix, and it's going to be hard to defend behind him." Old Hill felt a pang of fear when he thought of Iverson's unstoppable thrusts and silky smooth shots last night.

He is not too worried about the outbursts of Kobe and McGrady, after all, he has Mo Wen to match up with him, and double-teaming can also reduce their efficiency, but it is difficult to deal with a player like Iverson who has pure speed.

"Don't worry, Anthony is even less of a match for the answer."

Mo Wen was not worried at all that these two people could pose a threat to the Supersonics.

He also had a deep impression of the double guns in his memory. They caught up with the best era in the Western Conference - 50 wins ranked eighth, and then met the Lakers.

In the copy space, with his current strength, it would be difficult for him to win even if he used the golden dual guns.

They are the "golden duo" on offense and two black holes on defense. They can play beautiful games in the regular season, and then in the playoffs... leave it to fate.

Talking about black holes may not be very intuitive - Luke Walton, who averaged only 08 points per game in the 6 playoffs, averaged 70 points per game with a hit rate of over 14% in the series against the Nuggets.

You can say that the Nuggets had to leave Luke Walton open in order to defend Kobe and his wife, but Kobe's wife also increased her production and efficiency in this series...

Sure enough, when he opened ICQ, Mo Wen saw Anthony's smug look.

Melo: [Hahaha, buddy finally has helper, guess who it is? ]

Gua: [Answer! I got the answer! The answer that just scored 62 points on Mo! ! ]

Gua: [I will win this year's scoring title. Together with last year's title, we will have two active scoring titles. Are you afraid? ]

Gua: [Get ready to dominate, guys, wait for us to blow up the entire league with our offense! ]

Gua: [Now I give you a chance. I only give you 30 seconds to think about it. Surrender or die! ]

Gua: [@winner @KingJames @DWD (Wade)! ]

Bosh: [Did you forget one?]

Gua: [Oh yeah, @dark! ]

<Bosh has left the group chat>
Gua: [Who left the group? ]

Mo Wen felt a headache after reading this. Why did Tiangua send messages like he wrote online articles, with all exclamation marks.

Look at your own private messages again.

Melon didn't send him a lot of messages, just a simple "Go check out the email I sent you!"

When I opened my crappy mobile email, there was only one picture attachment.

I clicked on the attachment and after a while of 3G network switching, the picture finally appeared.

There was a black dot on a piece of white paper.

Mo Wen happened to know the meaning of this picture. It was called "black ticket", a kind of middle school culture in the United States. Pirates in the old days often used this method as an ultimatum.

The general meaning is - if you stay here you will be beaten, and if you try to escape you will also be beaten.

It seems this kid still remembers 58!
The key point is why don't you learn from your memory? Do you think you can still win by four points at 62-58?
Liang Jing...Did Iverson give you the courage to declare war in this way?

You have to know that in the past two seasons, Melo led the team independently and won two games, while in history, the duo only won one game in the playoffs in two years.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen touched his chin. Since they were in the same small division, the Supersonics and the Nuggets would play four games. The Nuggets lost the opening game, which meant there were still three games to play.

There was a perverted light in Mo Wen's eyes, as if he had discovered a new toy.

Iverson, you are great at transferring!

In the afternoon, the team did not arrange any recovery training, so the players were restricted to rest in the hotel. Everyone was either playing cards or chatting, and basically did not pay much attention to the evening game.

When talking about the Celtics, at most they are discussing when Pierce will leave the Celtics and where he will go.

Judging from the actions in the summer, Celtics general manager Danny Ainge did not make any big moves to recruit new players. It's as if he gave up on treatment and focused on hoarding talent. He is not even as good as Billy King and Wolf Coach.

The Celtics' new owner is also quite lazy. After four years of rebuilding, he still said that the team can continue to wait for the reconstruction.

So, Pierce must have made a lot of mistakes by spending the peak of his career waiting for the team to rebuild.

In the summer, Pierce, like Iverson, expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with the team, but everyone knew that Pierce was definitely lying.

That's Boston, not his hometown Los Angeles. The Lord of the Rings would be discriminated against and bullied here. He said this just to use loyalty as a price to impress the capitalists so as to negotiate a contract renewal.

"This kid also wants to win the championship. He probably wants to follow in my footsteps and make the money first." Payton, who has worked with Pierce, gave a relatively reasonable explanation.

Ray Allen, who was standing next to Payton, shook his head with regret. He looked at Pierce now just like he was looking at his past self.

The two have similar reputations, both are said to have All-Star qualities, but they are unable to pull the team out of the quagmire...even though the team itself is also in a bad state.

If Mo Wen had not joined, his situation might not be much better than Pierce's.

Fortunately, Seattle is a good place.

In the evening, Pierce didn't seem to be bothered by the news of the Iverson trade and was still in a cheerful mood.

Although the team's record is not very good, with only 5 wins and 11 losses so far, and is about to go bankrupt again, his salary has increased this season, and he renewed his contract with the team for 3 years and 5900 million during the offseason. Regardless of winning or losing, he will get the same salary.

As for his dream of winning the championship, he already has the pie in the sky that Ainge has painted for him.

Besides, starting this season, we can see the big white long legs in Boston too!
It's sad to say that the rule set by old Auerbach in his early years was that as long as he was still there, the Celtics were not allowed to have cheerleaders, which was immoral, so the Celtics never formed their own cheerleading team.

The great Cardinal passed away on October 10 this year. After issuing the eulogy, the Celtics finally fulfilled their promise to him and then formed their own cheerleading team at the speed of light.

Most fans have a ruthless impression of the Celtics because of some of Ainge's actions, but compared to his old rival, he is already very humane.

In contrast, the Lakers cancelled the permanent season ticket of the Logo Man while he was still alive... It would take a decade of cerebral hemorrhage for someone to do such a thing.

……

The Celtics' lineup on paper is actually not that bad. They have Szczerbiak for three-point shooting, the retired emperor and rookie Rondo for organization, Tony Allen for defense, Al Jefferson for rebounding, and Pierce for all-around performance.

If they could combine like Transformers, they might be able to fight Mo Wen, but when they were separated, each of them except Pierce had big problems.

But the Supersonics were unable to widen the score after the start of the game.

The reason is very simple, status.

Consecutive away games in the Eastern Conference have not been pleasant. Although we narrowly won the last game against the 76ers, it was still a "surprise."

Fright can damage the kidneys. If the kidneys are in bad condition, your energy will naturally not be very good either.

Mo Wen has the deep sleep mechanism of the copy space, and his physical strength is the best, but his feel today is very average.

Fortunately, teacher Tony (Allen) has not yet mastered his skills. Mo Wen slowly played to find his touch and was able to hold on to the team.

After all, the Supersonics are just a rebuilding team, and this is the first time that Mo Wen leads a team in reality as an absolute core. In terms of game skills, he feels that he is already at the forefront, but he still has a lot to learn in leading a team.

Maybe the process is a bit difficult, but Mo Wen is still confident of winning the game.

No matter what, the Sonics players have talent, and the floor is guaranteed, so they won't be upset by a weak team. You can always trust the ball-handling core's ability to steadily bully weak teams.

However, just as Mo Wen was leading the team to slowly build up an advantage in the second half, an accident happened again.

Sebastian, who was competing with Rondo for the backup point guard position in the Celtics, lost track of Ray Allen twice in a row and became a little anxious. He was afraid that he would be replaced, so he tripped Ray Allen to the ground.

Fortunately, Ray Allen took protective action in time, but from the way he covered his wrist, you can tell that he was still injured.

Mo Wen, who had a rich history of injuries on the court, took a look at Ray Allen's injury and knew that it was at least a soft tissue contusion.

Gou Ba, you really can’t trust black people’s memory.

Crack, crack, Mo Wen clenched his fists to make room for the team doctor, glanced in the direction of Payton behind him, then waved his hand and went towards the Celtics to ask for an explanation.

Seeing Mo Wen, Milicic and Tyson coming over, Pierce, who stood at the front to stop the three, had never been so frightened.

Maybe he had. He was so scared after being stabbed 35 times in 11 seconds last time.

The fighting ability of Mo Wen and Milicic is well known. Although Tyson Chandler does not have any outstanding achievements, you can tell from his size and name that he should not be provoked.

But he is the boss of the team, and he has to stand up to the rules of the game.

Recalling the temperament of the neighborhood boss in my hometown when dealing with problems, "Bro, listen to me, although we are wrong in this matter, but..."

Milicic didn't want to listen to his nonsense. His relationship with Ray Allen was not very deep. They were just teammates who had fought together for two years.

He didn't use any heavy force, but simply knocked Pierce down and clamped him under his armpit.

Since he had no father since childhood, this perspective was a completely new experience for Pierce.

Seeing their big boss in trouble, another warrior stood up from the Celtics' bench, and Big Baby grabbed West and rushed up.

Along with him were the referee and a group of staff who had reacted.

Sebastian also realized that he was in big trouble, and he didn't know whether to apologize or run away, or whether Rivers slapped him in the face to wake him up and tell him to get back to the locker room.

Rivers knew that Sebastian was Marbury's cousin and a genius from Brooklyn. He thought he had only learned Marbury's basketball skills, but he didn't expect that he also learned Marbury's scrimmage style.

"Stop, stop, stop. Put me down first, brother. We can talk. We can talk!"

Not wanting to escalate the conflict, mainly because he didn't dare, Pierce was still struggling and shouting in Milicic's armpit.

It was fine at first, but as the referee, Celtics coaching staff and security gathered around, Pierce, who was about to break free, was restrained again, with his feet dangling in the air.

What are you going to do?
Fortunately, Milicic wanted to move towards the Celtics locker room, but because he felt he was in the way, he simply stuffed Pierce into the arms of the big baby next to him.

When the onlookers saw Pierce being carried out almost horizontally, there was an uproar.

This, this... How intense was the fight? Pierce couldn't stand after just a moment and had to be carried out?
Are you still conscious?
No, damn it, where is the camera? I can’t find the camera during the fight. The photographer won’t have dinner tonight!

More staff members rushed up and finally stopped the advance of the Supersonic Bully Squad.

"Calm down, Mo, leave this to us. He will be sent off and suspended from the game. We are professionals, leave it to me!"

The referee in charge recalled the scene in Madison Square Garden when a group of people subdued Mo Wen, and was already thinking about which part of his body would be more decent to be hung.

At this moment, the camera, the security personnel, and the Celtics players who were emboldened by the large crowd all focused their attention here.

The Sonics' players were divided into three groups - Ray Allen followed the team doctor back to the visiting team's locker room, Atkins and his men followed Mo Wen and the other two to support them, and another group, wearing inconspicuous training suits, sneaked around the court and returned to the Celtics' home team locker room with ease.

Mo Wen rarely showed his rationality and stopped rushing forward, and stood in front of the Celtics as if he wanted an explanation.

The referees breathed a sigh of relief, as this evildoer had finally matured a bit and didn't attack directly.

Huge progress!
The referee looked at his feet and then looked around, then heaved a long sigh of relief, completely relieved. Pierce was alive and well, but he ran to the outer circle at some point and looked like he wanted to rush in.

At first I thought you were very brave, but it turns out you are a coward!
No wonder 11 stabs failed to hit the vital points!
Thinking about this, the referee's impression of him dropped another point.

The conflict gradually cooled down. Although it was just a standoff, the referee gradually felt that he was in control of the situation.

If you ask the person who committed a flagrant foul for an explanation in front of the referee, you usually won't get any explanation.

You can't fight back if you follow the rules.

The maximum penalty imposed by the referee on the field is just sending the player off the field. Anything more depends on how the league punishes the player after the game.

Apologies are nonsense. Only T0 and the Celestial Dragons can be forgiven with just words.

Many times Mo Wen didn't want to do it, but the teacher was right.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

On some issues, you just can't afford to suffer any loss.

Mo Wen was standing in the front, dragging everyone with an attitude that said, "It's hard to communicate but we can communicate," while a bald man also came to the door of the Celtics' locker room with ease, cursing.

"I am old and still have to be ordered to do dirty work. Sigh! Young people nowadays have poor hands-on ability."

In the locker room.

"If he has the guts, just come and hit me. Fuck, so what if I tripped Ray Allen? I would have beaten him in the community court back home."

"One is yellow, one is white, and one is Brother Ni. Look how awesome they are. If you have the guts, let him come and beat me up now. Damn it, he has the guts to knock down all the security guards and beat me up!"

"I'm not as stupid as my cousin. I'll just stand there and let him hit me. The worst that can happen is that I'll be suspended for two games. I'll apologize later. Bernie, I remember you have eye drops. Lend me two drops. I'll cry in front of them again. Then we'll see what they can do to me. Hahaha!"

Peyton stopped at the door of the locker room and looked back at the strong men, Grabel, Craig Smith, and Johan Petro, the shortest of whom was 2 meters tall.
These are all substitutes who can get playing time in garbage time. Now that Ray Allen is injured, the Supersonics probably won't have that much garbage time in the future.

"Cover your faces, and don't make any noise when we start."

Peyton knocked on the door twice with a cold face, then kicked it open.

"Surprise, damn it!"

Still surprised, Payton pointed to the exit at the other end of the locker room, watched Johan Petro go over, then pulled the bench and sat down at the door with his arms and legs spread out.

"Wow, long time no see, Gary." The thin Celtics team doctor Bernie raised his hand and greeted Payton in a daze.

"I'm not Payton, Bernie, do you need to put eye drops in your eyes again?" Payton reminded in a gangster tone.

"Oh, I think so, damn." Bernie cooperated and covered his eyes and walked to the side.

Sebastian looked at the training uniform with the Sonics logo printed on it and had no idea what was going on.

But when he came to his senses and tried to escape, Grabel had already occupied the exit.

"I'm warning you, I'm from Brooklyn, my oldest brother is Marbury... I also know a little bit of boxing."

Payton looked up and glanced at Sebastian's posture, then turned his head to look in the direction of the player tunnel.

"Avoid the head and neck, and don't hit the double-yolk eggs. Use slaps on other parts if you can. The ribs are easy to break, and if you use too much force on the abdomen, you can easily damage the internal organs." Bernie, who was facing the wall, reminded in a low voice.

"Look, this is called professionalism. Let's do it. We can't be too bullying. When someone comes back, we will retreat." Payton reminded.

"I'll fight you guys—"

Snap, bang, crackle, bang——

Fu…No…Ah…help——

Payton tickled his ears. He had fought before when he was young, but this was the first time he felt so comfortable and relaxed.

……

You know what, this kid Mo is really good at procrastinating.

"That's enough, that's enough. If you beat him to a pulp, you'll be sued." Team doctor Bernie reminded.

Payton opened the door, saw that someone was about to come back, and clapped his hands.

"It's time to call it a day, guys."

In the player tunnel, Tony Allen saw Payton, who once taught him defense, passing by and subconsciously thought of him as a teammate, nodding in greeting unconsciously.

Payton was also polite and nodded in return.

Is it a lighting problem? The color of this training suit is so weird.

What are those tall guys with their faces covered doing? Which substitute teammate is he? Why don’t I have any impression of him?

Tony Allen thought as he pushed open the locker room door.

"Fier (Sebastian), look at what you did. Don't you know that everyone on the court almost got beaten up because of you? Damn it!"

"Hey, where is the person?"

Team doctor Bernie came over pushing a medical cart.

"He's lying on the ground. I just checked and he should be alive. But if you come back later, you can't be sure."

"Help me lift him onto the therapy table. He looks a little swollen, but those people seem to know the severity of the problem. I need to check his muscles and nerves..."

Tony Allen looked in the direction of his vision, and saw a fellow man lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, twitching, staring at the ceiling with lifeless and tearful eyes, and his body did look a little swollen.

"I remember we also had a fight. Besides, didn't he come back early?"

"It's best that you didn't see anything when you came back just now." Bernie looked at Tony Allen strangely. Are you threatened too?

……

Looking at Payton coming out of the home team's locker room and making an OK gesture to him, Mo Wen finally exited the killer mode.

Said coldly to the referee and Rivers

"Let's end this matter here. We won't pursue it any further. As for you..."

The referee and Rivers thought they were hallucinating, looked at each other, and immediately turned their heads away.

"We must make Sebastian apologize to Lei!"

"No, I mean you are not allowed to bring up this matter and the subsequent events again!"

The two looked at each other again. Wang Defa, was he hallucinating again?

"You are too polite. You are not responsible for this matter at all. How could we be so ungrateful?"

Mo Wen nodded.

"You better remember what you said."

The referee wiped the sweat off his forehead and suddenly felt a little dazed. Is this the end?

What did I say to convince Mo? Hey, after this, it would be unreasonable for the league not to give me a salary increase or bonus!
Not long after, Tony Allen came back and whispered something in Rivers' ear, and Rivers finally understood.

Home was stolen!

Rivers didn't care about what he had just said. He pulled the referee and started to accuse him - they just sent someone to our locker room to beat someone up!

"Are you sure it was someone you beat up in your locker room?" the referee asked, frowning.

"Yes, it was a terrible beating!" Rivers nodded.

The referee breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am the referee on the field. I am only responsible for what happens on the field. If you have evidence of what happened off the field, go to the league or the police."

"But!" Rivers' eyes widened.

"I can testify for Mo. You just agreed to it. What happened has passed and we will not pursue it anymore." The referee's face instantly turned cold. You didn't manage your players well and caused trouble for me, but I haven't bothered you yet.

What problem does Mo have? Didn’t Mo handle the problem appropriately today?
Don't know what's good for you and what's your purpose!
Rivers opened his mouth.

Okay, okay, you are amazing, you are noble, just wait!

The following game was taken over by Mo Wen without any surprise.

He did hit back, but after talking to the team doctor just now, Ray Allen's wrist is definitely injured. Although the team doctor believes that the bones are most likely not injured, judging from the degree of damage to the soft tissue, he may need to rest for more than a week.

Back home is the home court of the Supersonics.

The home record is related to the bet against the stadium, so Mo Wen’s anger cannot be let go.

After knowing that Sebastian didn't escape and was beaten, Pierce was still a little indignant.

But after taking two elbows from Mo Wen during the confrontation, he suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a big deal for Sebastian to be beaten up by other people, at least it wasn't this person who did it.

In the final quarter, Mo Wen scored 22 points and led the team to widen the gap to 30 points.

Pierce sat on the bench, watching the sparse fans leave the stadium, looking at his dejected teammates, and looking at the coach who was complaining to league officials. He touched his still aching ribs, and an indescribable feeling of helplessness came over him.

For a second he wanted to throw the bottle into the opposing team's bench.

I held back again.

But he remembered the grudge.

　A little late, here's the big chapter
　　
　
(End of this chapter)