basketball never sleeps

Chapter 50: Larry Brown's Cry

"Congratulations on winning this year's championship, you are a better team."

Zen master politely extended his hand to Larry Brown in front of him.

"You guys are doing well, it's just that we are more united and luckier."

In front of the camera, Larry Brown tried his best to pretend to be a gentleman. He had imagined this scene countless times. He would wear a suit and leather shoes, with a straight figure, just like MacArthur at the surrender ceremony in the small days, and he followed him in a chic and calm manner. The Zen master shook hands and chatted.

But all this was ruined by the farce just now, not to mention the physical pain, two buttons of his suit were missing, one eyeglass arm was bent, the tie was torn, and he felt like a villain in his disheveled clothes Like a successful clown.

Listening to the sound of the shutter next to him, he, who pays great attention to his image in front of the media, is even more embarrassed than Zen Master who lost the game at the moment.

Damn it!

What made Larry Brown even more uncomfortable was that the reporters who surrounded him didn't intend to let him go. According to the usual practice, he had to wait until the championship trophy was distributed and think about the photos of the championship for a while. Seeing himself like this, he was a burst of uncontrollable rage.

Damn it!

Compared with Larry Brown, who was slightly embarrassed in front of the camera, the various players of the Pistons seemed much more excited.

"I never stop chasing my dreams and it finally came true today. We have always believed in ourselves and played team basketball. We have a lot of good players on our team and we know we can overcome anything to be successful. Of course, thank God , Our luck is really good." Billups in front of the camera was still immersed in excitement.

"We beat them, yes, I think we can beat any team in the league, and that's exactly what we did." Prince was as restrained as ever.

"I'm so happy right now that I can't describe how I feel right now. Our team members have a collective spirit. Our games never emphasize individuals. Before every game, we say to each other: 'Let's play with a smile on our face. Right.' This spirit has always inspired us." Daben was selling success in front of the camera.

As for Mo Wen, before he had time to run back to the locker room, he was already surrounded by three layers of Chinese reporters.

"My feelings are excited, excited, and happy. Forgive me, I really don't have anything to describe. It's like—some people don't win at the starting line, but are born at the finish line."

"Don't look at other people's smooth sailing on the surface. In fact, they are also smooth sailing behind their backs."

The Chinese reporter who was about to record the routine acceptance speech was stunned. Is this really what people say?

Who said this guy is Yao Ming's gentle, courteous and thrifty primary school boy?
Mo Wen has played so many games in the dungeon. Although he has never won a finals, it does not prevent him from calmly filling the cup at the moment.

The way the Pistons won the championship, because it was not difficult for him to join, under the relatively easy schedule, it is difficult to produce the feeling that the veteran without a championship will finally be successful after going through hardships.

A Chinese reporter asked an unsightly question, "So, Mo Wen, when do you plan to return to the team for training?"

Mo Wen chuckled, "It depends on the arrangements for the championship celebration behind the Pistons, and I also need a certain amount of rest time. Of course, I have communicated with Coach Jonas on the phone. He fully respects my decision."

Mo Wen would not be like Yao Ming, an obedient and good boy who flew back to the team overnight without even breathing after the playoffs.

The consequence of being so obedient all the time is that all kinds of leagues have to follow the arrangement to participate, and Yao Ming has to be recruited for the bigger cups. This makes Yao Ming the public donkey of the production team.

Of course, Mo Wen will not be as hard-headed as Da Zhi, he can communicate, he is different from Da Zhi who was raised by August [-] since he was a child. on his nostrils.

After a while, the podium was set up, and the Stern man in the red tie came to the stage to give a speech like a dog.

"Congratulations to the Detroit Pistons for winning the 2003-2004 NBA championship... Before, the NBA was not the Bulls' NBA, and now, the NBA is not the Lakers' NBA. I believe that the Pistons' victory will inspire more teams, because they started Believe that as long as you have a dream, hope is not out of reach.”

Stern's speech lasted for 3 minutes, and the Pistons fans started booing. The Jewish old man stopped, and then signaled the staff to send the O'Brien Cup to the palm of Pistons boss Davidson.

Davis excitedly held the trophy high, enjoying the cheers of the fans, but before waiting 10 seconds, or 5 seconds, the impatient Pistons snatched the trophy from Davidson.

This is not to blame for their rudeness. After all, Davidson, who is only 1 meters high, will have the illusion of handing the trophy to this group of tall Piston players when he holds the trophy.

FMVP不出意外的还是给了21+3+5比卢普斯，汉密尔顿虽然场均21+4+5的数据更好看，但无论是从比赛中的表现还是实际的命中率比卢普斯都是更好的那一个。

拉希德总决赛场均13+8，大本场均10+13，普林斯场均10+5+2。

莫闻在这个总决赛场均上场21分钟，拿下15分4篮板3.3助攻2.1抢断的数据，光看数据比上面哥仨都更像首发。

But Mo Wen's contribution on the defensive end is really not as great as the three brothers above. His stats are good only because his opponents are too good.

However, this terrifying data also made him the strongest sixth man in the past 20 years in the media.

In the TNT studio, Isiah, then general manager of the Knicks, directly uttered bold words that he would trade Mo Wen to the team and form the "Three Musketeers" of the Knicks with Houston and Marbury. There is a chance, because he and Dumas are "iron sons" who have died.

Not to mention whether others believe it or not, the Knicks owner Dolan who watched the live broadcast did not believe it. The Knicks now want a draft pick or not, and potential players but no potential players. With a bunch of high-paid veterans on their team, unless Isiah is Really helped Dumars block the bullet, otherwise the Knicks would have no possibility of trading.

Raptors this year's new general manager Babcock saw Bosh at the Pistons' home court, and couldn't help but want to call Bosh again.

Carter has already had a showdown with him and is making a fuss about leaving. This Chinese Mo seems to be very suitable to replace him.

Sixth man, 15 points per game, small forward -- isn't this the next Tracy McGrady?
buy him!buy him!
After the awards ceremony, the players returned to the locker room for another round of interviews.

Hamilton took off the transparent mask and began "Confessions of a Mask". "I've been waiting for Jordan to call me and congratulate me on having a championship ring."

Big Ben almost stepped on Billups' son, "Hey, are you jealous that I won the FMVP and want to murder my son."

No one minds these jokes. Rasheed Wallace, who has always been a bad speaker, said, "This memory will be my treasure for a lifetime."

However, Larry Brown was not among the happy people.

He was still pretending to be interviewed by the media in front of the camera, and Mo Wen even heard him thank Carlisle.

"To win the championship is the credit of the whole team, which makes us very excited. Here I would also like to thank my Carlisle and those players who were traded away from the Pistons. They are also the heroes of our championship."

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of many old Pistons players couldn't help but stiffen. This old man didn't say that when he was training in the team.

Larry Brown's reputation as a "famous coach" by the media is inseparable from his mouth. The old man is really skilled in the world on the scene.

Seeing that Larry Brown was still showing his high EQ, Mo Wen and Milicic put on the prepared goggles, took a bottle of champagne each, and sneaked behind Larry Brown.

Billups and Hamilton noticed their figures, looked at each other, and ran to the champagne box in tacit understanding. The stingy boss of the Pistons prepared two boxes of "Ace of Spades" for them. There are 8 bottles in a box, a total of 16 bottles, if you go late, you will have nothing to play!

At this time, Larry Brown was getting better when facing interviews, and various golden sentences emerged from his mind. Just when he was about to speak eloquently and glibly, he didn't realize that the reporter in front of him deliberately stepped back and followed him. Pulled away.

bang——

"Enjoy your victory, baby."

Mo Wen and Milicic shook the bottle with one hand, blocked the mouth of the bottle with their thumbs with the other, leaving only a small gap, and sprayed champagne on Larry Brown's face.

Larry Brown, who was just in time to take a breath, directly "inhaled the storm", and the cold and dense alcohol foam drilled into his trachea along his nostrils and mouth.

"Bastard... scum... nasty stuff... stop, WTF... don't spray it in my ears!"

Larry Brown wanted to yell, but his breath was choking, and he struggled to utter a complete word.

If Mo Wen and Milicic could still be regarded as targeting at the beginning, as other Pistons players reacted, a short champagne melee began.

The good news is that Larry Brown is still the focus of care.

Again, who in the Pistons has no personal grievances with Larry Brown.

There might be one—Big Ben, but the kid was the one who slapped Larry Brown the most, and he thought it was a way of showing his affection and gratitude.

"Coach Larry Brown is really popular with the players"

"Yeah, yeah, who wouldn't like such a gentle and gentle coach who can get along well with the players?"

"Look, Coach Brown was moved to tears."

Larry Brown did cry, but if you spray alcohol in your eyes, you can stop crying.

He was crying, coughing, and snot bubbles.

Alcohol irritated the mucous membrane of the nasal cavity. Under the protection mechanism of the human body, a large amount of mucus surged from Larry Brown's nasal cavity, and finally a large snot bubble was blown outside his nose.

Under the shutter of the reporter's camera, a "world famous painting" "Larry Brown's Cry" was born.

Larry Brown, who came back after 5 minutes, was so angry that he wanted to jump up and fight with Mo Wen and Milicic, but in order to maintain the personality set up in front of the reporter, he could only bite his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"You guys did a great job!"

As a result, Mowen handed over the tissue, and Larry Brown gritted his back teeth and forced a smile.

He couldn't help but smile, Mo Wen hugged him directly in front of the camera, not looking at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, for the sake of the media image, he could only bear it.

"Look good, this old man led us to win this year's championship, but this is not the end. He will lead the Ugly Team to win this year's Olympic Games as if playing for fun. Under his coaching, the Ugly Team will I will not lose a game until I win the championship! Anyone who thinks that the US team will lose a game is slapping Coach Brown in the face!"

Mo Wen gave a thumbs up with his right hand and smacked Larry Brown's chest. Larry Brown coughed violently again. The old man gave a symbolic thumbs up and asked the reporters to take a few photos. So, quickly pushed away Mo Wen, that bastard.

He was convinced, Mo Wen, this despicable bastard, had caught the weakness of his daring to lose his temper in front of the media today, and punished him to death.

Can't afford to provoke him or hide?

He took a chance, quickly found Herb Brown, took the spare clothes from him, and went into the team's toilet.

Mo Wen, who noticed Larry Brown's whereabouts, followed closely behind.

"Damn Chinamen and Europeans, Fuck, despicable bastards, Luther, I, Fack, your whole family, you wait for me!"

In an empty bathroom, Larry Brown curses at the mirror.

"Ha, it seems that I came at the wrong time, my dear Coach Brown!"

With a cold smile on his face, Mo Wen opened the toilet door, and then locked it behind him.

"You bitch, bastard, you know what you did tonight, you ruined... you ruined... you ruined everything!"

Raising his hand, Larry Brown ran up to Mo Wen aggressively.

"What did I ruin? Did I ruin the Pistons' championship or the team's image? I just ruined your dirty cousin's performance, hey, don't be angry, I just treat you as usual to us Some of the things were taken out and returned to you.”

Larry Brown wanted to pinch Mo Wen's neck, but Mo Wen put his hand on his forehead, making it difficult for him to go any further. The gap in arm span was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

"You're very angry, so what can you do with me, oh, I guess you're thinking about how to keep me in the Pistons and destroy it, just like destroying Dak, but it's okay, really If you do this, your ugly real personality will be exposed."

Larry Brown opened his mouth and said "Oriental guy", and Mo Wen hit him in the stomach with a fist. The severe pain almost made Larry Brown spit out on the spot.

"You don't really think that I dare not touch you, huh, let me tell you, it's just interest tonight."

"In the future, I will peel off your disguise little by little, pull out your teeth, crush your throat, and drain your blood—"

"Enjoy your last good time, old bastard."

(End of this chapter)