basketball never sleeps

Chapter 55 solved, everything worked out.

James' performance ultimately let his brothers down.

It seems to go back to that summer last year, everything is vivid in my memory, James, who has faded from his greenness, still can't adapt to Mo Wen's fierce and cunning style of play.

James feels that he has made great progress after entering the NBA for one year. He is no longer the young and defenseless new melon egg.

Mo Wen just chuckled, got the dungeon space for more than 400 days, played more than 2000 games, and watched countless people. He has already reached the state of "the horse in his eyes, but not in his heart". Pouting his ass, Mo Wen knew what "fart" he was about to fart.

Seeing James leaning his shoulders up and down against him, Mo Wen seemed to understand who Kun Kun learned his "spicy dance" from.

After three quarters, the point difference between the two teams could still be kept within 5 points, but Mo Wen and Yao Ming were exhausted. They were both fathers and mothers on both offensive and defensive ends, and their physical exertion was even greater than in the NBA.

In the fourth quarter, after Mo Wen and Dayao did not play again after the break, Mengliu gradually widened the point difference.

"How do you feel that this year's Dream Team is not doing well."

Off the court, Dayao muttered next to Mo Wen.

"Is there a possibility that my buddy is too strong?"

Mo Wen wiped the sweat off his brow, and smiled.

"You really don't know what to say, boy... In other words, should you consider playing with the Rockets again? I feel that our cooperation... is very strong!"

Dayao looked at Mo Wen with burning eyes. Among other things, he felt that Mo Wen's passing ability was even better than that of Boss Fur.

"It's still the same sentence, no way! When my buddy has his own team one day, you won't be able to run anymore. I don't mind if you come to run errands and I will take you to win a championship."

"Fuck you, you are a wolf-hearted boy, don't you think you are great after winning the championship, the Rockets recently traded McGrady, he is not much better than you!"

Dayao and Mo Wen were bragging and farting on the bench, but the Chinese players on the field were tortured.

When Dayao and Mo Wen were on the court, the pressure on the other Chinese players was not that great. When they left the court, the all-round pressure overwhelmed the entire team.

Especially in terms of physical fitness, it is a flaw of Chinese players. The current CBA has less than 30 games a year. The two years combined play not as many games as Dayao played in a year. The players do not have enough professional awareness. Just like their parents, they eat big bowls of meat and drink every day; their daily physical training intensity is lower than that of the athletes of the national tennis team. If it is not because of their youth, many players may not be able to see a few muscles when they take off their clothes.

In just one quarter, the Chinese team lost the Dream Six team by 20 points. The players of the Dream Six team were playing against them.

Although the result of the game was a big victory, Larry Brown was not happy. There were no statistics for this game, but just based on impressions, everyone can know that Mo Wen definitely got the data of 20+10.

When saying goodbye at the end of the game, Mo Wen approached Larry Brown, but the experienced Larry Brown immediately shrank behind Popovich.

"Don't go too far, kid!" Popovich stopped Mo Wen's pace.

"I just wanted to say hello to Larry, why are you so nervous."

Mo Wen spread his hands, he just wanted to say goodbye, what bad intentions could he have for a young player?

"If you lose the game, just clamp your tail and go back, I don't welcome you!" Larry Brown hid behind Popovich and spoke hard.

Mo Wen sighed, the tea is cold, but he didn't continue to leave, he just approached Popovich and bowed his head and said in his ear.

"Jefferson's little moves were inspired by you, Bobo, I have played against that guy for six games, do you know what his style of play is? Heck, this is the first and last warning, don't play tricks in front of me These narrow-mindedness, Bowen will, I will, Bowen will not, I will too."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Popovich said sullenly.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to remember. I admire Tim (Duncan), and I don't want to see him get injured inexplicably one day."

Mo Wen turned around, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, but undisguised malice in his eyes.

Although Jefferson played in the Eastern Conference semifinals, although he was not clean, he was not dirty to the point of stepping on his feet and elbowing his face. If it weren't for Mo Wen's rich experience, he might have been recruited.

"Coach... I seem to have sprained my ankle a bit, I think I need to take time off to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Jefferson, who had a half-time rest, felt more and more discomfort in his ankle. After the game, he limped and found the coaching staff.

Popovich felt a chill go straight from his tailbone to the sky cap, and he shivered subconsciously.

He had been staring at Mo Wen and Jefferson in the first half, when!
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Back in the locker room, Harris and Jonas are still reviewing the players. It can be seen that everyone is not very interested.

"Train your body well, Fang Yu. Marbury, who is half a head shorter than you and ten pounds lighter than you, can hit you on the back at will. You don't gain strength by eating so much meat every day."

Mo Wen kicked Zhu Fangyu's ass, which he wanted to kick just now.

"Ah, hey... It's time to practice."

Zhu Fangyu smiled unnaturally, and touched the back of her head to hide her embarrassment.

"You are also Xiaowei. The defenders of Ugly Country haven't got their strength yet. You are so embarrassed. You dare to brag to me. Ha, someday you can't hold the ball in an international competition. Let's see if our fans don't spray to death you!"

Mo Wen is here to cooperate with the coach to help the young players point out their shortcomings.

On the other side of the locker room, several old players lowered their heads and whispered something.

"I saw Nanzi, and now I'm starting to seize power."

"If he plays well, he is naturally qualified to speak." Although Li Nan was a little unhappy, he understood the overall situation.

"Just don't bother me. If you have some grades, you will feel great? I really want to be a big brother. Let's wait for two years before talking." A certain center had a bit of contempt in his tone, but he wanted to see See if Mo Wen dares to come to their "no".

Of course, Mo Wen didn't think about looking for them. It wasn't that he was afraid of them, but he just didn't think it was necessary. Anyway, most of these people wouldn't make it to the 08 Olympics, so he hoped to find them from these young players.

After the game, the men's basketball team packed up and returned home.

For the sake of the players' physical strength, the team did not arrange high-intensity training. After returning to China, Dayao was taken away by the people from the General Administration for rehearsal for two days-Dayao will be the standard bearer of the Chinese team in the opening ceremony.

Although Mo Wen is also very famous now, compared with Dayao who grew up from the system, he is still a little less friendly.

On August 8, the Chinese men's basketball team arrived in Athens before the big team arrived.

The men's basketball warm-up match began in early August. The Chinese team, which had just recovered from the jet lag, faced Serbia and Montenegro in the first warm-up match.

Serbia and Montenegro, which won the World Championships in 02, are not full of personnel like the dream team. The original main players of the team, Divac and Peja, are like the group of American players who are afraid of death.The unlucky kid Milicic had a chance to participate in the Olympics, but he was so excited that he forgot to wear his gloves and broke his middle finger in the boxing gym-so it is very important to take safety measures in many cases.

Although there is a shortage of major generals, Serbia and Montenegro still have a lot of prestige and are still the favorites to win the championship. But what I didn't expect was that the Chinese team came up and gave everyone a surprise. After halftime, the Chinese team led Serbia and Montenegro by 7 points!
With Harris constantly changing players and training, Serbia and Montenegro quickly completed a lead in scoring, but considering that Mo Wen and Dayao did not play a few minutes together in the second half, this situation is already exciting enough.

In the next few warm-up matches, the men's basketball team actually won a wave of 6 consecutive victories. In addition to winning Sweden, France, and Turkey, teams that did not qualify for the Olympics and simply came to join in the fun, they also won Angola. , Australia, and Puerto Rico, the three teams in Group B.

With 6 consecutive victories, the fans on the other side of the world are high, and many players of the Chinese team are also high.

"Brother Yao, are you sure you don't want to shave your beard? When the time comes, the unshaven one will also represent the image of the delegation?"

After the daily training, Mo Wen joked to Dayao in the empty gymnasium that this big kid actually set up a flag in front of the reporters two days ago—he would not shave for half a year if the men's basketball team did not make it to the quarter-finals.

"Didn't you also say that I am a little childish now, and it would make me more mature if I grew a beard."

Dayao stroked his prickly beard. There was still a week left for the opening ceremony. His beard didn't grow fast, so he should be able to last until then.

"Sister Ye agrees?"

"Hmph, I still need her consent!?" Dayao puffed out his chest.

"Hehe, the target is not around, so this is a tough way to speak." Mo Wen had seen Dayao's posture in front of Ye Li, and his voice was not half of what it was just now.

"Hey, you're looking for trouble, aren't you?"

Yao Ming stood up and was about to kick Mo Wen's ass, but Mo Wen dodged with a nimble little move.

"You bastard, you kicked me in a temper, and you dare not make trouble with them, do you?" Mo Wen, who distanced himself from him, turned around and mocked Yao Ming.

"You—what do you mean?" Yao Ming put away his joking face, and his mood dropped immediately.

"Don't you know what I mean, heh." Mo Wen shook off his sweat-soaked jersey.

"The old ones, the young ones, they drifted off after a little bit of sweetness. Every day, the two of us stayed to practice more. Those who didn't know thought we were going to be laid off."

"I'm just new here, and I don't have much relationship with them. According to the rules, I shouldn't say some things, but if you really can't speak, I can help you, but you have to know that I have spoken, The interest in this has changed."

"The higher-ups chose you to be the standard-bearer. They didn't want you to be a hen protecting the chicks. They chose you to be the leader of the wolf. This wolf must first bite all the wolf cubs behind him before it can show its claws to the outside world."

In fact, Mo Wen really wanted to cut through the mess quickly and give the team a few "small rich and healthy" old guys and newcomers who were lazy in training to fuck him, but he couldn't, his casual shots could only destroy the team It's even more rigid, don't ask why, it's a Chinese characteristic.

This first shot can only be fired by Yao Ming, a "local" with a strong root, so that he can keep up with the output.

Yao Ming, who was on the sidelines, was silent and fell into thinking. From an emotional point of view, after all, the team's performance is good now, so there is no need to engage in unpleasant things.

But rationality told him that if the Chinese men's basketball team wanted to achieve better results in the Olympics, it was necessary for Mo Wen to puncture the "pustules" in advance.

On August 8, the first game of the men's basketball team started.

Dayao left the field with 3 fouls in the last 5 minutes (FIBA fouls are limited to 5 times), and Mo Wen was left alone to support the outside line. Finally, under the double-teaming of three people, he scored the ball to Li Nan who was open, and shot hard, 80:86 , The Chinese team lost the game by 6 points.

Mo Wen and Yao Ming were able to help the team win the score in the first half. They took a 5-minute break in the third quarter, and the team was beaten 13-1 by Gasol. When they came back, The others seemed to have lost their souls, completely out of shape. In the second half, the Chinese team scored 36 points, including 13 points from Yao Ming and 19 points from Mo Wen. The others combined took 14 shots and only scored 4 points.

Mo Wen had played bad teams in the dungeon space, and also led bad teams, but the spirit shown by the current Chinese team is rare.

He also recalled the fear of being dominated by the ELO mechanism in his previous life, the kind of "Master Giant Baby" who would lose at the slightest setback, hope for a comeback when he saw a comeback, and lose in the end more freely than he won.

"I'm not sorry today, not disappointed, but very disappointed! I don't know why? It makes me sad. I don't know if some of our players are nervous or afraid to take responsibility?

Mo and I took what we could, we both gave our best.But as a whole, we just changed our skin. The whole heart is still the heart of the last World Championships. Whenever we encounter setbacks, we will give up.We are sorry for those old players who have been eliminated, they will work harder than us on the court!

I won't be silent anymore, I won't break out in silence, I will perish in silence! "

In the mixed interview area, Yao Ming slapped the table and shouted in front of the cameras of the world media.

There were not many losses in the game, but the losses were too useless and aggrieved.

Except for him and Mo Wen, every player on the field seemed to be committing a crime!

After hearing Dayao's words in the audience, Mo Wen showed a sincere smile.

Then, moving his shoulders and elbows, he walked towards the locker room.

"The one who stepped on the horse, didn't he lose 6 points, what are you pretending, he has grown by two centimeters on the horse, so you really think he is a big brother?"

"Nanzi, don't pull me. I have to tell him when he comes back later. It's not that the horse riders don't work hard. How can he pretend to be a good person?"

Battelle said cursingly while tying his shoelaces.

Of course, besides him, there were a few veterans muttering beside him. Although their voices were not loud, they could still be heard complaining.

Indeed, losing only 6 points, compared to a strong team like Spain, doesn't seem to be a big deal.

At this time, a handsome boy leaned against the door of the dressing room and knocked.

"I feel that I performed well today and stay in the locker room. Others who know how bad they are, get out...well, go out to practice now!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the temperature in the locker room dropped by 5 degrees.

"What kind of tone are you talking about, shit, who do you think you are? You're amazing with some achievements, right? You're crazy, you're on a horse, if you want to be beaten, just say it!?"

Battelle patted the stool and pointed at Mo Wen.

"Others, get out!"

Mo Wen's voice also cooled down.

"Xiao Mo, please don't make noise on the bus. If you have something to say, let's sit down and talk about it. There will be a game later..."

Li Nan stood in front of Mo Wen in front of the peacemaker.

"Brother Nan, go out and guard the door for us, don't let others see the joke."

"Those who are riding horses, everyone else should go out, labor and management have to clean up this kid today!"

The younger ones bowed their heads early and left the locker room, and the older ones also dragged Li Nan away.

"Let them fight. This kid doesn't know the rules. What we fought today was shit. We'll talk about who is right and who is wrong after the fight is over."

Du Feng said next to Li Nan.

"Fuck, don't do it, you will definitely be punished if you go back to the fight now, and what will happen if you get hurt!"

Li Nan broke free from everyone's tugging, but Mo Wen had already closed the door and locked it.

"Riding horses, riding horses, you like to talk about riding horses so much, it's because your mother didn't educate you well, right?"

"My Nima!"

peng——

"Come on, come on, if you are awesome, tell me another word about riding a horse"

"Fuck! If it wasn't for labor's waist injury——"

"Back injury, let me give you an arm!"

Bang, boom, bang, bang—

Dayao, who finished the interview, walked toward the locker room lonely.

Half of him now is the pleasure of relief, usually the guilt after hurting others. When he got off the interview platform, the coach didn't talk to him, and the team leader didn't talk to him, and his teammates probably were about the same.

To Dayao's surprise, Meng Meng, a player of the men's basketball team, was waiting on both sides of the locker room for him to return.

"Everyone..."

At that moment, Dayao's eyes were moist.

boom--

The door of the locker room was kicked open by Mo Wen.

A refreshed Mo Wen walked out of the locker room and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the men's basketball players standing in the aisle.

"Didn't I let you go to practice, why are you still standing here?"

A few old players ran into the locker room, while the young players ran out as if they were frightened.

Dayao:? ? ?
"The interview is over? Let's go to dinner."

Mo Wen grabbed Dayao's jersey and walked out.

"No, what happened, why are you... so weird." Dayao looked back at the locker room where the door was opened, and had a vague guess.

"It's resolved, everything is resolved."

Mo Wen spat out, there was still some blood in it, but he was careless, and in the end, Ba Xing's elbow rubbed his cheek, causing his teeth to break the oral mucosa.

In the locker room, the bus was huddled in a corner.

"The bus... you are not dead, are you?"

Li Nan was worried and wanted to set up the bus.

"Don't move...it hurts..."

Ba Xing waved his hand slightly.

"Fuck, that kid is so ruthless?" Du Feng took a breath in disbelief.

"No... yes..., I fell by myself, I fell all by myself."

Ba Xing gritted his teeth, revealing his face with panda eyes.

"Did you fall on your own when you stepped on a horse?"

"Don't mention horse riding, my eyes hurt." Battelle wiped away his tears, it wasn't that he was spineless, that bastard punched his tear duct!

　5K, the compensation is over, there will be another update tomorrow before lunch

　　
　
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