NBA: Start by torturing Jordan and add points to upgrade

"This is the dirtiest call in the Finals I've ever seen!" At the end of the first half, Barkley was so angry that he almost jumped up and down in the studio, and he wrote a letter to complain directly.

"Darkness! Extremely dark! The referee's whistle was as bad as the Alps! How shameless! Even I have never heard of such a whistle!"

"We cannot question the professionalism of the three referees, they are the best referees in the NBA! But this is heartbreaking! Why do the best referees blow such a game? How can they do these things so blatantly?"

"18:4! 18:4 in free throws in a single quarter! Ridiculous! Too ridiculous!"

"Okay, let's watch a commercial first, and let our Charles calm down and take a rest." Kenny listened to the voice coming from the headset and once again played the role of cleaning up the mess. He patted Barkley's shoulder to stop him from continuing, and then the directors on the scene quickly switched to the commercial time!

"Charles, you can't do this! This will make you lose your job!" Kenny spread his hands and comforted Barkley: "We all know why this happened! We also have to know that if Los Angeles is leading 2:0 now, then the ones who will enjoy this whistle treatment are the Knicks and Lin!"

"Of course I know Kenny! I understand! But we can't do this!" Barkley spread his hands and said, "If criticism and questioning are not allowed, and if we are not allowed to express our own opinions, then what are we doing here? Being announcers?"

"Then just go to any middle school and find a middle school student who can read the script. We are not needed!"

"Charles!" Kenny was also helpless. He shook his head and said, "After so many years, don't you know what you can and can't say? How many complaint letters have you received? How many people want you to get out? Don't you really know?"

"When it's time to calm down, we have to calm down!"

Just as Kenny was trying to persuade Barkley earnestly, a TNT manager came over and said, "If you don't calm down, you won't be needed in the second half of the game. We can't tell the fans these things."

"This is over the line! It will affect our cooperation with the NBA."

"So we just ignore these ridiculous penalties? We don't even mention them?"

"You can mention it, Charles. There is freedom of speech here. Everyone can say whatever they want here, but what I mean is, don't say too much. Know when to stop, otherwise your eloquence will only hurt you."

"Okay." Barkley looked at the executive and nodded, "You can't keep saying that the penalty is unfair to the Knicks. Then I won't say it. I can always continue to express my opinion and my understanding of the game."

"Charles, of course you can, you can speak freely, you can express yourself freely, as long as there is a scale and a limit! I believe you know what I am talking about, right?"

"I understand." Barkley actually became calm at this moment, spreading his hands and said to him: "I will not criticize the referee anymore, and I will not hold on to the penalty that is unfavorable to the Knicks. I swear."

"Good job! I knew you could do it." The executive walked over with a smile and hugged Barkley, then turned around and left the scene.

"You're not going to listen to him." Kenny didn't have time to relax at this moment. On the contrary, he was extremely nervous!

He knew Barkley too well. He wanted this fat bastard to obey him with just a few words?

Daydreaming!

Although he didn't know what Barkley wanted to do, Kenny was 100% sure: Barkley was not convinced at all, let alone giving in.

The second half of the game was bloody...

"Carmelo and Alonzo, 3 fouls, Amare, Mehmet, Alan, 2 fouls, Josh, Gerrard, Lin, 1 foul." The assistant coach held the technical statistics and read out each person's fouls one by one.

From every angle, the Knicks' fouls were too many and too bad.

"What about the other side? Has anyone committed two or more fouls?" Lin Tian looked up and asked while sitting in his seat.

"Prince, Fisher, Vujacic and Walton all had two fouls. Kobe, O'Neal and others also had one foul. If we look at the total number of fouls, we had 2 fouls and the Lakers had 1. The difference doesn't seem to be that big."

"But we are already 15 free throws behind! The Lakers took 25 free throws in the first half, and we only took 10. Many of their fouls were non-shooting fouls, which only required a sideline ball, while we..."

"Damn Los Angeles people! A bunch of sour-at-loss bastards!" Anthony, who was the most frustrated in the first half and received three fouls early on, threw his towel on the floor in anger: "I have never played such a disgusting game in my life, FUXX! Why do they do this to us? I don't understand!"

"It's disgusting!" Stoudemire also complained: "Once the Russian's hand hit my arm red, but the referee just pretended not to see it and turned a blind eye!"

"That's enough!" Lin Tian suddenly said, "If complaining is useful, I would have started complaining a long time ago. Tonight, the referee doesn't want us to win, and the league doesn't want us to win either. What they want is an extra-long series that can last until the seventh game. What they want is an ultimate showdown between evenly matched opponents!"

"I also encountered a situation like today when I was in Indiana. For this kind of bullshit whistle, I only have one thing to say: We encountered this because we are too damn strong! Because we are so strong that we have destroyed the suspense of the series."

"That's why the league took this approach to try to stop us from winning!"

"So, everyone can be proud for a while. This kind of boasting means that we have dominated the series, dominated Los Angeles, and dominated everything!"

"Then what should we do? We can't just suffer the loss like this." Anthony spread his hands, still looking indignant.

"Let me start in the second half." Mourning volunteered, cursing: "Three minutes! Three minutes at most. I promise to stimulate that bastard Shaq to punch me, and then I will fight him! Damn it, I promise to pin him to the ground and beat him!"

"At that time, you all don't need to help me, I can do it myself. I will kill every one of the Lakers players! I will destroy every one of them!"

"I promise to make Shaq and anyone else who dares come here stay in bed for at least half a month!"

"Do you think you are as good as me? Are you going to beat the entire Lakers team by yourself?" Lin Tian rolled his eyes and said, "Even if you are that good, I won't let my guys get beaten up on the court while I just stand by and watch."

"This has nothing to do with winning or losing games or series. This has to do with my character. At no time will I let my teammates get beaten on the court."

"Well, of course, if we have the upper hand, I can pretend not to see when we are beating others up."

Lin Tian's words made the players on the scene laugh for a while, and slightly drove away some of the anxiety within the team. At least at this moment, everyone was more or less relaxed.

"So what should we do in the second half?" After a burst of laughter, Stoudemire still raised the key question.

“Just play the way we should play.” Old Nelson showed the same ease and calmness as Lin Tian at this moment: “Just play the way we are most used to and like the most! The referee’s whistle has a limit, they can’t blow it all the time, non-stop.”

"When they are slack and feel embarrassed to continue, we will wait for that moment, we will wait for an opportunity, when the Lakers and the referee relax at the same time and feel that the situation is settled, then we will launch a counterattack!"

"Before that opportunity comes, what we have to do is to relax, stay calm, try to reduce or stabilize the score as much as possible, and don't let the referee team pull us too far away."

"And, most importantly, I need a volunteer now!"

"Are you the kind of volunteer who can directly defeat the opponent? I'll do it!" Smith raised his hand quickly, indicating that he was willing to deal with someone on the opposite side.

"You are young and inexperienced, let the old comrades do this! My career is over anyway, and one flagrant foul won't make a difference. Tell me, coach, who are you going to target? No matter who you are going to target, I guarantee that he will stay in the hospital bed for at least a week!" Mourning also flexed his biceps and asked old Nelson for a military order.

"Didn't we say we don't fight?" Old Nelson was extremely helpless. What was going on in his team? They were all violent, always thinking of elbowing others in the head, and none of them had a brain in their head.

"I need someone to go with me after the game to curse the referee and the reporters. I'll probably be fined 2 to 3 yuan. I'll pay for it. I just need a volunteer to go with me so that I can look impressive."

"Me me me me!"

"Choose me, choose me!"

"I'm really good at swearing!"

"I curse the worst!"

"The referee I scolded can't sleep tonight!" "I made the reporters unable to sleep!"

"I, I don't need to be reimbursed, I can just pay for it myself!"

……

If when they were about to hit someone just now, everyone was just eager to try, some were excited and some wanted to hold back, then now that it has come to the stage of cursing, there are countless responses!
Well, everyone responded. There was no one in the entire team who didn't want to participate in this happy and burden-free activity.

The world has suffered from the problem of judgement for a long time.

Old Nelson looked at this group of crazy self-recommendation guys, from just raising their hands to sign up in the beginning, to later showing their specialties and abilities, and then in the end, a group of people in the locker room actually started freestealing!
Even Xiao Si actually took a speaker and put it nearby, and a group of people started pointing and rapping and swearing.

Old Nelson, listen to this...

Hey!
You know what, those guys sang really well, with great rhythm and all.

Then, there was an intra-team battle among the entire Knicks team that lasted 10 minutes!
Then, when old Nelson looked at his watch, he forcibly stopped the group of people who were not satisfied at all, and said to them with extremely expectant eyes: "Okay, it's decided, Lin will go with me, and the rest of you can practice later."

Well, old Nelson finally chose Lin Tian, ​​who did not participate in the game at all, to go with him to scold the referee after the game.

As for the other bits... too many techniques, too many rhymes, too many curse words.

It is not appropriate to criticize people after the game.

"Okay, it's about time!"

"We're going out to compete! Let's teach the people of Los Angeles a lesson! Let them know that it's impossible to become a champion by relying on referees and dirty tricks!"

"Yes!"

The morale of the entire Knicks team was inexplicably boosted at this moment. Everyone held their heads high, shouted slogans, and then walked out of the locker room in a heroic and vigorous manner!
Even old Nelson was shocked by their momentum.

What's going on?
It turns out that letting everyone rap or show some other talent during the halftime break can increase team cohesion and the players' fighting spirit?

This is too outrageous...

No matter whether it is outrageous or not, the Knicks once again walked onto the court with high morale.

At the same time, the three referees were almost ready. They looked at each other and nodded to each other.

They also discussed strategies during the half-time break.

In the third quarter, the Knicks continued to be praised to death!

Continue to widen the gap.

Then in the fourth quarter, when there is no suspense in the game and the Lakers are about to win the game, they can make up a few more points for the Knicks so that the number of fouls and free throws of both sides will not be so ugly. It would be best if the game can be made to feel like "the two teams are evenly matched" and "the Knicks lost narrowly."

In this case, even if the referees will encounter a serious public opinion storm in recent days, after these days, when people are too lazy to review the game again and are only willing to take a look at the technical statistics after the game, they will think: This game is nothing special!

The number of fouls and free throws for both teams are almost the same. Even if the Lakers have slightly more, they have O'Neal. If they have fewer free throws, that would be news!
Anyway, referees, be ready too!

As for the Lakers?
Although their score advantage in the first half was not that big, their psychological advantage was fully established.

Even Jackson said just one sentence during the halftime break.

"If you can't win this kind of game, go home and plant corn! Stop playing basketball, I can't afford to lose this guy!"

The Lakers players' response was quite simple: You, an old fox, can't afford to lose this guy, but we can afford to lose him? We must beat the Knicks in the second half! And we must not only win, but also win in an exciting way!
The Knicks must be completely defeated!

This way, even if others say in the future that the Lakers won the game unfairly, the Lakers players will still have something to say.

If the difference is 5 or 10 points, it's okay if you say the referee helped.

We beat the Knicks by several dozen points, and you said it was the referee who helped?
If the referee had this ability, we would have won 82 consecutive games long ago!
Players from both sides took to the field with absolute confidence and determination to beat their opponents to death.

The game continues in the second half!
The first wave was the Knicks' possession of the ball.

Lin Tian dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, then stretched out his hand to signal Stoudemire to provide him with a screen. Then the two of them separated at lightning speed. Lin Tian slammed the ball on the floor, Stoudemire took the ball and flew towards O'Neal under the basket!
I'm going to force myself on you today!
A real man would kill a shark!
"Fuck you!" How could O'Neal, who was under the basket, be afraid of a spring man like Stoudemire? When he saw that Stoudemire was going to challenge him, he gathered all his strength and slapped Stoudemire in the face.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound that echoed throughout the stadium. O'Neal's slap was meant to scare Stoudemire and prevent him from attacking the inside again, but he didn't touch the ball at all and hit Stoudemire's arm!

Then, the referee chose to ignore it!
They didn't call a foul on this ball!

When the Lakers players saw that there was no whistle, they ran to the frontcourt without hesitation.

Kobe was holding the ball in front, with Prince and Kirilenko on the two wings. The Lakers seized the opportunity and launched an all-out counterattack!

The Knicks' defensive level is indeed mediocre. When Kobe stepped into the Knicks' three-point line, Lin Tian was the only one on their team who returned to the defensive position in time and stood under the basket. Lin Tian was fighting one against three.

Kobe did not force himself at all. He passed the ball to Kirilenko on the left, who passed it to Prince on the right. After Prince got the ball, he threw it directly into the sky.

Then, Kobe cleverly dodged to the side, and a huge monster behind him had already galloped over!
O'Neal!
After this guy gained the advantage on the defensive end, he was completely excited and participated in the fast break in a very rare way.

O'Neal jumped high, grabbed the basketball in the air, then aimed at the basket and was about to smash the ball directly into it!
But there is Lin Tian in front of him!

Lin Tian watched O'Neal rushing towards him, but he was not afraid at all. He gathered all his strength and slapped O'Neal's arm!
This time, Lin Tian didn’t think about blocking shots or defending!

He wanted to vent his anger on Xiao Si!

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound that was three times louder than the previous one, and Lin Tian slapped O'Neal directly on the arm without touching the basketball at all.

At the same time, Lin Tian used his other hand to exert great force and pushed O'Neal in the air.

O'Neal is heavy and old, so his core strength is naturally not the same as when he was young, so he lost his balance and fell to the ground in a mess, lying on the ground, looking so ugly!
"Next time you defend like that, I promise I won't go for your arm!" After landing, Lin Tian did not fall down. Instead, he looked down at O'Neal and continued to speak harshly to him: "You guys who bully me? Do you really think you can do whatever you want if the referee doesn't blow the whistle?"

"If you're not afraid of death, let's wait and see!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" When O'Neal heard that Lin Tian was threatening him, he didn't care whether he was Lin Tian's opponent for a moment. He pushed himself up from the floor with his hands and was about to argue with Lin Tian.

But the one who is faster than him is Kobe, who is addicted to being a loser.

Kobe pushed Lin Tian and was about to curse him, but Lin Tian glared at him fiercely, and the trash talk that was on the tip of his tongue could not be uttered! (End of this chapter)