This is definitely the most shameful moment in Tony Delk's life, he was shaken twice in one round, and it was a shameful kneeling and bowing down.

He regrets his choice. He shouldn't have defended so actively. If he let Mo Mengchen shoot, the second shameful kneeling would not have happened. It's too late to say anything now. This scene will appear in today's top ten goals, and may be selected as the highlights of Mo Mengchen's career.

"I hope Tony can calm his emotions." This is Rambo's biggest wish now, "Don't be dor

o Take it with him, he must have his own rhythm.”

Barry is mean as before, "Forget it, he can't collapse. I think he has a broad mind. These guys who come from the bench are most likely to collapse. If they have a tough will, they won't play a substitute for a long time. Every coach likes tough players. The weak-willed guys will always sit on the bench, waiting for the enlightened coach to give him the opportunity."

Barry's words aroused dissatisfaction among all the fans in this way for a substitute who can average 10 points per game.

Mo Mengchen's fans took this opportunity to make a loud noise in Oracle.

"Can you idiots calm those bastards down?"

p-j Carlesimo was red with his neck, and his stubble face could not hide his anger.

"Don't worry about what that mad dog says!"

Sprewell misses Old Nelson so much. Although the mad scientist is also a bad temper, he will never shirk responsibility randomly, and will not attack players with such rude words during the game.

The madman found out that his teammate was silly scolded by Calesimo, and he felt that he needed to do something to save the game.

He faced Alan Houston against top.

Houston was nervous. He couldn't help but be so crazy since the beginning of the game. The opponent's breakthrough threat was extremely terrible, and coupled with an unstable jump shot with a long range.

"Bad defense!"

The madman cursed and forced himself to pull up, scoring a score from Houston's head.

"You dare to face me with this defense. Do you want me to score 100 points?"

The madman threw down the trash talk and vented all his dissatisfaction with Calesimo on Houston.

The king of central throws picked up the ball and collided with Mo Mengchen.

"If you want to scold me, just scold me." Houston was already numb.

Mo Mengchen waited for him to serve, "I don't think you are much worse than that crazy person. If you want to give up, please."

Houston sent the ball to Mo Mengchen and glanced at him in surprise.

Don't scold me?

It turns out that my dad also has a kind side...

Mo Mengchen's idea is different. Spree is much better than Houston, so he can accept it as long as the CET is not exposed to be a scumbag.

Houston is preparing to run, and first of all, you have to pass the Spreville level.

Spreville set an example on the defensive end, trying his best to defend, and putting in exactly the same energy as the offensive end. It is almost impossible to get rid of him by normal running.

Ben Wallace brought it up and stood firm.

Spreville just thought he was an ordinary pick-and-roll, and he didn't expect that the price would be paid if he bumped into it like this.

Big Ben used both hands and feet, and as soon as Spreville approached him, he thought he could get rid of it by just struggling.

Unexpectedly, Wallace hit him hard and actually knocked him down on the spot.

"So hard!"

Houston thought that Wallace was trapped by his height and people often looked down upon him.

But as long as he sets out his posture as a cover and pick-and-roll, anyone who wants to break free from him will have to pay a huge price.

Spreville didn't expect this, so he was knocked down.

Houston appeared at the end point on time, and Momonchen gave the ball lightly.

"Swish!"

The balls brushed the basket and entered.

"Your defense is not much better either."

After successfully counterattacking Spreville, Houston was confident to squirt back.

The anger on Spreville's face was everywhere.

What made him even more angry was Calessimo's roar, "What the hell are you doing? The defense is like a sissy. Did the bitch from the nightclub last night squeeze you out? You are a disabled soft-boy!"

"Book!"

Momon Chen was sure that Houston could not stop him, so he allowed Big Ben to stand in a good position before Houston's defense was blown up.

Big Ben's expression was certain, and this was his chance to show it to everyone.

Spreville's breakthrough was as fierce as a tiger, and his explosive first step was astonishingly fast, and the subsequent big strides were even more shocking.

Do you expect Houston to defend him? Haha.

I'd better expect Hill to suddenly learn to learn three-pointers one day.

Mo Mengchen thought to himself, putting his hope of defending against the madman on Wallace, who was always despised because of his height.

Let them see, Ben.

So what if you are a short center who is short and impossible to succeed?

Spreville remembered that this hateful pussy rubbed her pussy had done so many small movements while covering her, and she couldn't stop her anger.

"Don't die!"

Spreville yelled, trying to block.

Wallace's bounce speed was beyond imagination. He was so short that he didn't look like a center, but at the end of this air battle, he was still the one who won at altitude.

Under heavy pressure, Spreville had no choice but to hit the ball in his hand hard.

"Detroit's counterattack!"

Momonchen, Hill, Houston's third-line fast break.

The third young master of the Pistons participated in the fast attack at the same time, basically locking in the score.

Spreville, who was blocked, showed super strong, first-class straight-line acceleration and terrifying footstep frequency. He caught up with the Pistons' Third Young Master.

Mo Mengchen made a comeback and played with him in public.

Hill threw the ball backward and leaned forward, causing huge pressure. The madman could only watch Houston take the ball straight up, and he had no choice but to do anything.

“boo!”

Houston scored a counter-attack dunk.

"Where is your defense, man?"

Houston asked loudly.

Spreville refused to let go, and he turned around and walked back.

Calesimo cursed roughly, "You brainless stupid dog, bring your brain with you. Don't think that if you are aggressive in defense, I can forgive your shooting choice!"

After the pursuit was fruitless, Sprevile had done his best. He felt that his attack was not a problem. After all the unpleasant things happened, he felt angry, coupled with these words from Calesimo.

It seems like a weed encounters flames;

It's like a tyrannosaurus being pulled out of its reverse scale;

A person's weakness is the most untestable.

Spreville was furious, "Shut up the fuck, you mad dog who only knows how to bark!"

Kalesimo stepped forward, and the anger on his face showed "What did you say? You damn selfish ghost, useless soft-footed shrimp, it would be better to expect a dog to not pick up shit from the sewer, you are a coward who only knows how to brush data. I must today..."

Calesimo couldn't say the next sentence because Spreville stepped forward and kicked his head coach, the most prestigious old man in the Warriors, to the ground.

Not over yet!

The scene became irritable.

"Fight!"

"beat!"

Mo Mengchen's fans are even more crazy.

"So Is NBA so interesting?"

"Have you started fighting? What happened?"

"Let the storm come more violently, keep fighting!"

Lambo shouted loudly, "Calm down! Calm down! If this continues, things will be irreversible!"

Rick Barry was active in the turbulent seventies, when even if you beat someone else’s brain, the price was only to be suspended for one game.

If you don’t believe it, ask the old man who said, “Never underestimate a champion’s heart.”

(I suddenly forgot what his name is, what is Tom and Norwich come?)

Sprevile kicked Calesimo to the ground, rode on it and punched for more than a dozen punches, but no one came to stop it, which shows how unpopular Calesimo is.
To be continued...