NBA: I have 3, no D, and I can't dribble

Chapter 73 [73] The fury of the "madman", Lin Fei is the Timberwolves' last chance!

The glass of drink did not hit the wolf king, but the technical table, and the spilled liquid splashed on the wolf king's naked and dark back.

Philip Sanders was not spared either. He and the Wolf King immediately turned and looked towards the Pistons auditorium.

On the second floor stands a Caucasian Pistons fan wearing the No. 3 jersey of Big Ben. He is obese, his arms are covered with tattoos, and a big gold chain with the thickness of a thumb is hanging around his neck.

Almost without any evasion, the arrogant white fan got up from his seat, twisted his waist, hooked his fingers at the wolf king on the sidelines, and provoked with a contemptuous expression.

Can the wolf king bear this?Pointing at the white fan in the second-floor stands was trash talk, calling him a wolf king is professional.

At the same time, the Wolf King and Philip Sanders also yelled to call the security, and dragged out this unruly and unqualified fan.

As for rushing directly to the stands like Artest and beating the fans with a combination of punches?

Sorry, it seems you guys overestimated Kevin Garnett.

Lin Fei let out a long sigh of relief, it seemed that he was needlessly worried.

However, in the next second, another Coke bottle was thrown onto the court, which happened to hit the foot of the "madman".

"boom!"

This was good, but the "madman" Sprewell next to Lin Fei was completely furious. Regardless of the pain in his knee, he gritted his teeth with a hideous face, and was about to rush towards the auditorium with big strides.

"Fuck you, I'll fuck you to death!"

Almost without any hesitation, Lin Fei hurried up and hugged Sprewell who was about to jump into the auditorium.
But Lin Fei was not that heavy, so he was dragged two meters by the crazy Sprewell, and he was in front of the VIP seat in the front row.

Most of the Pistons fans in the front row are still very qualified, and they were taken aback by the formation of "madmen".

"Don't stop me, this damn Pistons fan, I'll kill him!"

Wolf King, Cassel, and Szczerbiak also rushed up to stop the "madman". Everyone knew that this guy had choked head coach PJ Carlesimo back then.
If he was allowed to rush into the stands like this, wouldn't that white Pistons fan be strangled to death?
Although this combat power is not as good as Artest's, the method is even more ruthless than Artest's, directly cutting grass and roots.

"Madman" was hugged by several teammates, jumped up with both feet and put them on the commentary platform, and then kicked Charles Barkley directly in the face with an unbiased kick.

"boom!"

Kenny Smith dodged the first step, but "Flying Pig" Barkley's face instantly changed color.

"What the hell are you doing kicking me?"

Barkley's obese body quickly jumped aside. His suit and leather shoes and his big belly seriously affected his physical agility and combat effectiveness.

Knowing that the "madman" was not aimed at him, Barkley did not vent his anger on Sprewell.

If it is placed in the player's peak era, even O'Neill can beat the "Flying Pig" who is lying down, so high or low that the "madman" is sent to the ICU.

Faced with the "madman" who apparently rushed to the stands to hit the fans, the notorious Pistons fans in the auditorium immediately became angry, and an endless stream of Coke bottles, French fries and garbage were thrown from the auditorium.

Sprewell quickly calmed down, and together with the Wolf King, they returned to the visiting team's locker room under the escort of several assistant coaches and team doctors.

When Wolf King walked into the player tunnel, a Coke bottle hit him directly on the head, and he held back his anger and didn't do anything.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A large number of Pistons home security personnel quickly rushed into the stadium.

Several security guards with batons also found the white fan who was the first to throw the drink in the aisle of the second-floor stand, and forced him to leave the stadium.

The situation in the auditorium was quickly brought under control, and several cleaners also quickly cleaned up the garbage on the field and wiped the floor of the field.

Several team doctors went to the field to stop bleeding and perform physical examinations on the injured players, but found that only Charles Barkley, the commentator, had blood on his face.

Kenny Smith shook his head and sighed softly: "Sprewell's bad temper really can't be changed!"

At the same time, he covered his mouth and cursed in a low voice: "The Pistons are even more unqualified fans, they really embarrass the American people!"

The three referees were still watching the whole process of the conflict in front of the technical stage, preparing to make the most fair penalty.

Due to the unexpected huge conflict, the game will probably be suspended for at least 15 minutes.

Here in heaven.

As early as when a fan threw a drink bottle onto the technical stage, the live broadcast screen was immediately switched, replaced by five sets of temporary commercials.

Director Zhang in the live broadcast room frowned suddenly, worried:
"Oh, this conflict came too suddenly, Sprewell's knee must have been hit hard by Big Ben!"

"Coupled with the obvious physical conflict between Ben and Garnett, it is very likely that both will be expelled!"

The host Yu Jia hurriedly asked:
"Director Zhang, if the Pistons lose Ben Wallace and the Timberwolves lose Garnett and Sprewell, which side will benefit?"

Director Zhang shook his head and said: "This is obvious. The home team will definitely benefit more, and it is likely to complete the comeback!"

"Without Daben, the Pistons only lost a main force, and it was only a defensive core. The offensive end averaged less than 10 points per game!"

"But if the Timberwolves lose Garnett and Sprewell at the same time, this is the team's first core and second core!"

“一个场均24+14+5，一个场均20+5+4，况且加内特还是森林狼的防守核心，斯普雷威尔更是外线的防守大闸！”

"Without Garnett, Rasheed Wallace will definitely explode. Without Sprewell, no one in the Timberwolves can guard against Billups!"

Director Zhang's analysis is very pertinent. Any fool would know that the Pistons are obviously making money by exchanging a big money for the Wolf King and the "Madman".

It is not unreasonable to say that the wave conflict was premeditated by the Pistons.

However, Yu Jia looked at the problem from another angle at this time, feeling excited and said:

"Director Zhang, let's just say that without Da Ben, the Pistons' five defenses will lose the most important part. Ben's role on the defensive end is obviously more important than Rashid!"

"In this way, does Lin Fei have the opportunity to carry the team's offensive banner and help the team defend this Tianwangshan victory without Garnett and Sprewell?"

Director Zhang's eyes lit up with Yu Jia's words, and he slapped his thigh excitedly and said:

"Don't tell me, it's really interesting!"

"But having said that, the Pistons' home fans are really unqualified!"

Fans watching the live broadcast from all over China were also excited by the sudden conflict and the commercial break:
"Nimma, what's up with Da Benniu? Do you really think you're invincible in fighting? Let him come to Tieling, and I will meet him in the octagonal cage!"

"Why is the wolf king so cowardly? People have torn up your jersey, why don't you just let it go and fight and retreat?"

"Basketball is not a place where everyone brawls. I think Garnett did the right thing. If he doesn't punch at most, he will be expelled from this game. If he punches, he will probably be suspended in the end!"

"Ben Wallace obviously deliberately provoked the Wolf King. Both of them were sent off for this exchange. Obviously, he is beneficial to the Pistons!"

"I feel that the Timberwolves may not be at a disadvantage. Da Ben was sent off, so Lin Fei's chance will come soon?"

"Damn it, my pattern is instantly opened, Brother Fei is going to explode at the end of tonight!"

"Brothers, I'm in Detroit. The live broadcast of the game you watched was half an hour late. My game is over. Brother Fei made 9 three-pointers tonight, made 4 of 4 free throws, and led the team to win Tianwangshan with 31 points!"

new York.

Olympic Tower, NBA headquarters.

in the president's office.

"boom!"

David Stern slapped his big hand on the desk angrily, and there was a murderous look under his kind face:
"It's too much, the Pistons fans are too fucking too much!"

"This is the NBA finals, why? These gangsters still want to beat the players of the visiting team at home?"

After watching the conflict on the live broadcast of the game and the slow replay video sent by the NBA referee team from the Internet for the first time, David Stern was furious.

Standing beside him was Adam Joke, who was obedient, bent over and looked like a slave.

"Adam, hurry up and call the Pistons' home court. We must increase security and punish the troublesome fans severely!"

"As for the Pistons fan who threw a drink and danced on the seat to provoke the Timberwolves players, I must investigate in detail and ban him from entering NBA arenas to watch games for life!"

Miami.

Hilton Marina Hotel.

The Tianwangshan battle of the NBA Finals is being played on the TV in the deluxe room.
Half leaning on the sofa to watch the game, holding whiskey in hand, accompanied by five or six sexy beauties, three big black men in white bath towels,

It was Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal of the Indiana Pacers, and Lamar Odom of the Miami Heat.

The Pacers' journey this season stopped in the Eastern Conference finals, and the team that eliminated them was the mighty Detroit Pistons.

Artest and Jermaine started the offseason when they went home to fish. Odom, who played for the Heat, was also born in Queens, New York, like Artest. The two played together in Rock Park during high school.

This time Artest and Jermaine came to Miami for vacation, so Odom was naturally the host.

When the three saw the conflict break out during the game, when the Pistons home fans threw drink bottles on the field,
Artest was the first to feel uneasy. He suffered a lot from the basket in the Eastern Conference Finals.

"Fuck you, the Pistons' home fans are really idiots, and Kevin is also a coward. If anyone dares to throw a drink bottle at me, I will rush up and blow his head off!"

O'Neal also gritted his teeth, and the Pacers and Pistons had already had a deep feud:

"Artest, you blow his head off, and I kick his crotch!"

Odom smiled and said: "If you really dare to beat up the fans, then you will be famous all over the world!"

"But this stupid fan is really hateful, I really want to taste what his wife is like!"

While Odom was speaking, he stretched out his big hand to a sexy hostess beside him, and then there was an indescribable and graceful symphony...

Look back to the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Because many fans in the auditorium were looking for trouble, it was more troublesome to deal with, and the game was interrupted for more than 20 minutes.

The Pistons added hundreds of professional security guards at home, and the Detroit local police station also sent a team to quickly feel the scene to maintain order.

In a luxurious box on the roof of the pavilion,

The 70-year-old Pistons owner William Belsay was very angry. He didn't expect these fans at his home court to do such unqualified things, which completely embarrassed the people of Detroit.

Although like Timberwolves owner Glenn Taylor, he is extremely looking forward to the Pistons finally winning the O'Brien Cup this season.

But as an old-school businessman with professional integrity and ethics, William Belsay valued the reputation of the Pistons' home stadium more.

These fans abused the away players on a large scale, and threw garbage and drink Coke bottles one after another, which has touched the bottom line of the Belsay boss.

"After this game, you must find out every fan who throws garbage on the court for me. From now on, my tickets for the Pistons' home court will not be short of these people's money!"

General manager Joe Dumars was also ashamed of the behavior of the home fans, shaking his head and sighing:
"The behavior of these fans is like the city of Detroit. In the process of trying to fight against fate, they have completely lost their dignity and bottom line!"

On the court, after a long discussion, the referee finally announced the final penalty:

"Pistons side, Ben Wallace is ejected, Rasheed Wallace gets a technical foul!"

"For the Timberwolves, Kevin Garnett and Latrell Sprewell were ejected, and Olowokandi received a technical foul!"

The Pistons fans at home gloated and cheered, exchanging a big book for the Timberwolves' two All-Star Wolf King and "Madman", this conflict is really worth it.

Seeing the 12-point difference on the scoreboard, the Pistons fans instantly felt that a big reversal was coming.

Philip Sanders, who was standing on the sidelines of the Timberwolves, frowned. Both core players were expelled. How will they play this game?
Turning his head to look at Lin Fei and Cassell in front of the bench, Philip Saunders knew that this was the last hope for the Timberwolves tonight.

"Lin, Sam, next you partner in the backcourt. Trenton Hassel mentioned the small forward to face Prince, Szczerbiak went to the power forward to defend Rashid, and Olowokandi guarded the penalty area!"

"Next, let's play one big and four small, speed up the offensive rhythm, let go and make the last fight!"

"The advantage of tonight's game was established by Kevin and Latrier, let's work hard to defend this victory!"

"I believe you all feel that the Pistons' home fans are too noisy?"

"Then use your next performance on the court to make these unqualified fans completely shut up!"

Lin Fei and Cassel looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they saw burning fighting spirit and unyielding belief.

Without Ben Wallace's five Pistons, Lin Fei and Cassell had already deduced the next tactical cooperation in a tacit psychological understanding.

After the timeout, players from both teams re-entered the field.

The noisy and chaotic cheers and screams of the Pistons fans at home went straight to the roof of the stadium.

"Reverse, reverse, reverse..."

"Blow up the Timberwolves, cowards don't deserve to have a championship!"

In the case of the Timberwolves suddenly lacking the two main players of the Wolf King and the "Madman", Philip Sanders took the risk to sacrifice one big and four small:
Point Guard (PG): Sam Cassell,

Shooting guard (SG): Lin Fei,

Small Forward (SF): Trenton Hassell,

Power Forward (PF): Wally Szerbiak,

Center (C): Olowokandi.

The five on the Detroit Pistons side are:

Point Guard (PG): Chauncey Billups,

Shooting guard (SG): Richard Hamilton,

Small Forward (SF): Tayshaun Prince,

Power Forward (PF): Rasheed Wallace,

Center (C): Mehmet Okur.

Billups took the lead to the free throw line and executed a free throw for Olowokandi's technical foul.

"Shh!"

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fei went to the free throw line and successively executed Rasheed Wallace's technical foul free throws and two shooting foul free throws by the sent-off "Madman".

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Lin Fei, who has a 99-point free throw attribute, is calm and calm. Amid the hustle and bustle of the Pistons fans at home, he has three free throws.

Timberwolves (76): (62) Pistons.

After Lin Fei netted two free throws, the Timberwolves' lead came to 14 points.

Pistons attack.

Without the guard of the Wolf King, it was difficult for the undersized Szczerbiak to withstand Rasheed Wallace's shot.

"Shh!"

The cheering decibels of the fans at the Pistons' home court suddenly became high, and continued to shout "reversal, reversal..."

ball transfer,

Olowokandi mentioned the cover at the top of the arc. Lin Fei accelerated from the outside line on the left and went straight to a 45-degree angle on the right. With the help of Olowokandi's huge tonnage, he successfully opened up a little distance from Hamilton.

But when Mehmet Okuti came up, he didn't care about Olowokandi at all, because this guy, unlike the wolf king, had no mid-range or long-range threats at all.

Therefore, Okur followed up with Lin Fei, who was using the cover, and prevented the opponent from receiving the ball immediately.

However, Lin Fei had already expected this point. At the moment when Okur put up the defense in advance, he quickly turned around and took three steps back by virtue of his speed advantage.

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fei was already three meters away from the left three-point line, more than 10 meters away from the basket.

The Okur center is too high and the pace is slow, trying to keep up, but the rhythm is a whole beat slower,
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Hamilton rushed towards Lin Fei immediately after bypassing Olowokandi.
He knew that Lin Fei had the ability to catch and shoot the ball in this position, and his shooting percentage was frighteningly high.

However, at this critical moment, the high post on the right used a beautiful crossover to shake Billups' Cassell away, but did not pass the ball to Lin Fei on the outside.
Instead, he used a light high throw to lead the pass and sent the basketball into the Pistons' penalty area.

"Whoosh!"

Olowokandi, who was completely emptied at the top of the arc, finally got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He strode into the penalty area, received a pass from Cassel, and jumped up to a powerful shark dunk.

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)