basketball never sleeps

Chapter 76 I Didn't Wear Gloves, You Be Careful

"So that blindfolded free throw you made just before halftime was really provocative?" asked a white reporter holding a microphone.

"Why should I be provocative? I just received the championship ring here, and the person standing in front of me is also my former brother. I have very "good" memories here. Do you think I have anyone who needs to be provocative? "

Mo Wen spoke with reason in front of the microphone.

"But of course Jordan closed his eyes and made free throws in response to Mutombo who provoked him. How do you explain this?" The white reporter was still reluctant.

"It can't be generalized. You know, 30 points in a half is a great record, but it's a bit cruel for the Pistons. In order to thank the city, I'm blindfolded. At the same time, as a professional player, I must I was responsible for my salary, so I took my free throws seriously, and as you can see, I put the fate of the shot in the hands of God."

With a polite and warm smile, Mo Wen said the answer he had prepared long ago.

The white reporter wanted to ask more questions but was stopped by the news officer behind Mo Wen, and turned to the reporter next to him to start asking questions.

The angles of the reporters' questions were mostly tricky, asking him about his conflicts with Larry Brown, his previous conflicts with the Pistons, and his reasons for leaving the Pistons.

Even though Mo Wen was prepared, he almost missed the point.

Fortunately, the big shark next to him helped him share most of the firepower.

O'Neill, who was supposed to be the protagonist of this press conference, was not jealous of Mo Wen's popularity, but praised Mo Wen without hesitation.

"Yes, Mo is the most amazing second-year player I have ever seen. He feels to me like those players who are destined to be great. If the Lakers selected him last year, the FMVP trophy last year would probably still belong to Shaq."

He really appreciates Mo Wen. In the previous finals, many Lakers coaches lamented many times that not signing Mo Wen in the draft was the biggest mistake of the Lakers last year.

Although Luke Walton, who was selected by the Lakers in the second round last year, is also a player with a high IQ, he is still far behind Mo Wen, who can crush the entire Lakers bench last season by himself.

This year he has lost weight. The team has a player like Wade who can play singles and has as much impact as Kobe, as well as a player like Mo Wen who has both shooting and organizational skills. Although the substitute is not very good, but At least I can see it, and all this gives hope to O'Neill, who wants to show his results to Los Angeles.

After this game, the Heat had a rare three-day rest period. According to the schedule, the Heat will not have such ample rest time until before Christmas, so Van Gundy also rarely gave the players a day off.

Mo Wen didn't fly back with the team, but ran to Milicic's house for a day.

This young man who wanted to get rich but didn't get rich, recently gained weight due to a bad mood and unrestrained diet. He is now close to 125 kg. He is Yao Ming, who is one size smaller. He trains with the team every day and often goes to the boxing gym to add result of practice.

"You apply with Dumas, go to NBDL to play, and at the same time find a nutritionist and exclusive coach to lose weight. With your physique of 115 kg, it is enough to play your confrontation."

"But Mr. Dumas said that the quality of NBDL is not as high as that of the team's training game."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, how long can you play in the training game now? How many possessions can you have? Go to the NBDL. With your pick, you must be the core of the team. If you only practice your personal skills here, you will not have a game Obsolete."

Mo Wen is very clear about the thoughts of these managers. Many managers are actually unwilling to send high-ranking rookies to the NBDL, because no matter whether they are holding back or playing in the NBA but not playing, there will always be confident (resentful) balls. The team believed in the talents of high-ranking players, and tried to cultivate them after trading them back.

If it is put on NBDL, if it is not typed out, it will be a bad hand.

"With your strength, O'Neal who can't be NBDL can also be Ewing in NBDL. Later, you play there, and then ask Human to report a moderate injury for you and then hide. Later, you will wait. The trade news is good. The Pistons lack insiders who can defend against Shaq this year. If they want to win the championship, they can't keep holding you."

After Milicic made it clear that he does not want to renew his contract with the Pistons in the future, Dumars can no longer fantasize about training Milicic as the core. The only thing he can do is to stop the loss in time.

"Then boss, will you continue to play with the Heat?" Milicic asked expectantly.

"No, I will find my own team - if you want to hug my thigh, just work hard to grow."

Mo Wen shook his head. The Heat are a good city, but they won't be his destination.Riley is a good general manager for the team, but not for the players. His cold-bloodedness and rationality have been proved by many things later.

It's okay to cooperate with him, but it's too stupid to be loyal to him.

Mo Wen, who wanted to continue to ask for a day off to watch the Palace of Auburn Hills battle, was finally recalled by the coaching staff with the "Eighteen Gold Medals".

After O'Neal returns, the team's tactics must be adjusted in real time.

As the team's current number one organizer and unpaid tactical assistant, the coaching staff cannot make Mo Wen absent.

Like the Pistons' coaching staff, the Heat's coaching staff also puts more of their talents on defensive tactics. When it comes to defensive tactics, it's just a matter of chance when it comes to offensive tactics. Most of the time it depends on the player's personal ability.

Historically, the Heat's offensive tactics in the two seasons of the Eastern Conference Finals and the championship have been chaotic. Da Fan's offensive tactics have been changing like Xiao Fan, and he has not been able to find a clear core and style of play until the team's performance deteriorates. In the end, Riley couldn't see it anymore, took over the team coach, and after clarifying Wade's absolute core position in tactics, the Heat slowly got on the right track.

But compared to Larry Brown, Van Gundy has an advantage. Although he is also stubborn, he can at least be reasonable.

In the meeting room of the Heat, the Heat's coaching staff discussed with the core players all afternoon. O'Neill and Wade couldn't help but go out for training, only Mo Wen stayed in the room drinking coffee thinking about fishing.

"Play fast break when Shaq is not around, play triangle offense when everyone is not around, play high pick-and-roll when Wade is not around, open up space when the starters are on the court, take turns to single-handedly or play casually. First determine the core tactics , let’s improve it slowly.”

After discussing for a long time, Stan Van Gundy patted the table and finally finalized the core issue.On the blackboard, several core tactics that Mo Wen had written when he entered the conference room were circled.

Mo Wen, who was a little numb, yawned and clapped along with the others.

The part-time job really made them understand. After consuming more than a dozen cups of coffee in the afternoon, they discussed a sentence of his.

Or it can be said that the money of the NBA boss is really easy to earn. Many members of the coaching team rarely ask for leave, for fear that after a period of rest, the boss will find that the team can win without this person.

"Would you like to watch the game between the Pistons and the Pacers tonight?"

Da Fan looked at Mo Wen, who had been fishing in the office for a long time, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he sent an invitation to work overtime.

Mo Wen's footsteps paused, as if it wasn't interesting to watch it at home alone, and then he left Wade and O'Neal who were about to go home.

"What's so interesting, we just won the Pistons, and Jermaine can't beat the great Shaq, what's so interesting about two doomed losers?"

Leaning back on the sofa, O'Neill complained.

He does have this confidence, because Jermaine O'Neal failed to raise his head every time he played against O'Neal in his career.Not to mention the suppression of scoring in each match, the shooting rate was also exploded by Ao Pang. When Ao Pang and Xiao Ao's team played against each other, his shooting percentage was more than 56%. Only 39%.

"Then who else do you think can be seen in the east?" Mo Wen asked rhetorically.

O'Neal rubbed his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a team that could be his opponent.

"So we seem to be invincible?"

Hearing what O'Neill said, everyone in the screening room couldn't help laughing.

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On November 11, the inertia of history brought two fateful teams together at the Palace of Auburn Hills today.

The Pacers brought the hatred of losing in the Eastern Conference Finals last season, and the Pistons continued to use their experience in winning the Eastern Conference Finals.

It stands to reason that O'Neill didn't suffer from a torn ligament like he suffered in the Eastern Conference Finals in history, and the two teams didn't play particularly dirty in the playoffs, so the conflict should not be that big.

But Larry Brown is not satisfied with the team's current record of 4 wins and 3 losses. Before the game, he especially emphasized the problem of "defense", which made the intensity of this confrontation full from the first ball.

The Pacers, whose lineup has been completed, are not at the mercy of others like last season. They all played 6 wins and 2 losses when Miller was recuperating, and Jermaine O'Neill and Artest took turns to rest for minor injuries. Their "most promising year".

Sure enough, the Pacers were suppressing the Pistons at home from the first quarter. Artest, the "Avenger", scored 16 points in the first quarter, which made Prince a fool.

Mo Wen was shaken by him in the last game, but Artest gave him a bruised nose and a swollen face this time.

Comprehensive exercise of morality, intelligence and physical fitness

The Pacers' point guard Tinsley also played superbly in the half, stealing 5. In the first half, the Pistons fell behind the Pacers by 20 points.

"The Pistons also suffer from championship disease. Don't worry about it. They will have to lose for a while to recover."

O'Neill stretched his waist and watched the game on the screen with a dull face.

"Championship disease, what is that disease?" Wade asked puzzled.

"It's a disease that you will most likely get after winning the championship." O'Neill thought for a long time, forgot what the Zen master said at the time, and replied perfunctorily.

Wade:? ? ?
"Most people are chasing championships, only a few people are chasing more championships, get it?"

The kind-hearted Mo Wen helped Wade answer the question.

"Ah, yes, yes, that's what I mean."

Satisfied with this explanation, O'Neill stretched out his hand and gave Mo Wen a high five.

Caught in the middle Wade: You two are enough!

In the second half, the Pistons moved more and more in order to chase points, but the point difference has been maintained at around 15 points by the Pacers.

Mo Wen looked at the referee on the field, it was really the referee who whistled them off in the game!
Under his ignorance, the game has gradually deviated from the scope of playing.

Everyone hated "The Bald" Crawford, and felt that his strict whistleblowing made the game fragmented and ugly.

But it is undeniable that this kind of referee still has a little effect on maintaining the rationality of the scene.

At the end of the 6th minute of the fourth quarter, Hamilton, the old silver coin, secretly elbowed Tinsley on the back when returning to the court, and Tinsley was directly elbowed to the ground. Mo Wen could see clearly that this was a pure vent. Elbow, because at this time, the point difference is basically impossible to catch up with the Pistons' scoring ability.

Fifteen years later, Hamilton is likely to be suspended for this one elbow.

At this time, the "smart" referee just blew an off-ball foul.

Wade scolded directly next to him, "Shit referee."

And in a defensive round less than 2 minutes before the end of the game, Ben didn't hold back when he blocked Artest, and directly hit the stunned young man under the basket.

And the referee didn't blow it.

"Now you can find a 'lucky guy' to fuck the fuck up, these bastards!"

Seeing that the game was coming to an end, Reggie Miller in a suit whispered to Artest passing by on the sidelines.

Artest nodded, looking around with a fierce look in his eyes.

He quickly picked his target.

Then Mo Wen saw the inertia of history. In the last minute, during Da Ben's layup, Artest suddenly came out of the kill and pushed Da Ben who was still in the air.

Big Ben, who lost his balance and almost fell to the ground, was furious at the time.

"You son of a bitch, what the hell do you want to do? Are you courting death!?"

Big Ben pushed Artest, making a gesture of wanting to fight.

The referee, who had been dull for the entire game, finally became sensitive this time, cut into the battlefield in an instant, blew his whistle, and pulled Artest away.

The players reacted quickly, and the players from the two teams quickly joined together.

"It's interesting, do you want to fight?"

O'Neill, who was originally flat-mouthed, immediately perked up when he saw this scene.

Mo Wen also frowned. If he could do a fight at this time, it would be a good thing for the NBA.

Players fight, fans watch fun, it's not a big problem.

But what is a little disappointing is that the players of the two teams are still restrained. After all, no one wants to fight another irrelevant battle when the game is over immediately. Lost tens of thousands of knives.

And just when everyone was "a gentleman with his mouth but not his hands", Artest found a good place-the technical table.

There he could lie back and watch the passionate exchange between his teammates and the Pistons players. Everyone put up with it, and now there is a lot to say.

The technical statistician had never seen such a situation, and looked at Artest with a wry smile. A bold female statistician even reached out and touched Artest's abdominal muscles.

Artest was even interested in giving the female statistician what he thought was a charming smile.

"Come to an exclusive interview with me later, Ron." The Pacers' team reporter Mark also extended an invitation to him.

"I can't fight anymore, it's boring!" When he saw Big Ben and Artest separated, O'Neill realized the end of the dispute.

However, as soon as O'Neill finished speaking, a glass of cold beer fell from the stands.

In front of the TV and in the astonished eyes of all the audience, Artest, who was ignited by the cold beer, got up and rushed towards the stands with a big stride.

Chaos happened as it has in history.

It's just that Artest saw the culprit who threw beer at him this time.

Feeling the chaos in the stands, Milicic, standing at the back of the Pistons, suddenly thought of something.

At the beginning, Mo Wen taught him ten "Unspoken Rules for High EQ Players" before leaving the Pistons, and he remembered that there seemed to be one about fans.

"The tenth unspoken rule of high emotional intelligence players: Do not attack fans in places other than the Internet, do not use behaviors other than words and special celebrations to provoke fans, if someone dares to attack your fans, use your fists Teach them a lesson without reasoning."

To be honest, like Mo Wen, Milicic is disgusted with Larry Brown, not the Pistons, although many fans call him the nickname "Human Victory Cigar" which makes him very upset.But when he won the championship before, Pistons fans also cheered for him.

Pistons fans are also my fans, right?
Artest has entered the field, Wu Sheng has entered the field, Xiao Ao...
Suddenly, Mo Wen seemed to see someone who should not have appeared in the camera.

Milicic at 213 crossed the half court, bypassed the huddled players, pulled the angry little Ao who wanted to enter the field, and punched him right in the door.

Originally killing the "Martial Saint" Jackson, who was seven in and seven out, at this time, he did not harm innocent fans, but fought big punches with Da Ben's brother.When Milicic saw his jersey, he grabbed the back of Jackson's neck with his big hands. Before he could resist the blow, Milicic pulled him over and gave another side hook to his chin.

Artest, who noticed the movement here, turned his head and saw that Wu Sheng's eyes had turned white. He was taken aback for a moment, then let go of John Green (throwing beer) in his hand half angrily and half cowardly, and turned around To put on a boxing stance.

Seeing Artest's professional posture (Artest's father is a soldier and a semi-professional boxer), Milicic was also taken aback for a moment. Did he meet his peers?
"I didn't wear gloves, you have to be careful."

Milicic reminded solemnly.

"Who are you scaring, Falk squid!"

After a few rounds, Milicic discounted the bridge of Artest's nose at the expense of an eyeball and a corner of his mouth.

And when Artest covered his face and fell to the ground, the farce seemed to be paused.

After watching the scene for a long time, the security guard finally came to his senses and found his job, and began to clean up the field—pull away the players who no longer wanted to fight, and appease the fans who were affected by the disaster.

The dedicated photographer took the camera to their tall "hero" and gave Milicic a close-up of the injured face.

"hero!"

I don't know who shouted it first, and then there was applause and cheers from the whole stadium.

Hamilton stormed into the stands and stood next to Milicic as if to announce the outcome of a boxing match, raising his fist stained with blood from Artest's nose.

　The person who accompanied me in the bed had a fever again. I will send out 5k first. After taking the medicine, I think the code will not move. I will send the rest tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)