In the post-game interview just now, Cartwright took the responsibility for the loss, and Artest also admitted that it was because of the poor touch of himself and his teammates that led to the loss of the game.
Lu Yu finally shook his head and told reporters that he lost the game because of himself.
In the eyes of many people, Lu Yu has done a great job.
But Lu Yu believed that he did not do well enough. It is true that Kobe had more helpers and his teammates would be inferior in personal ability, but it was Kobe who scored 41 points that determined the outcome.
But he only scored 13 points.
Maybe you can find an excuse and say it was because you were double-teamed, but the defensive pressure Kobe faced was no less than his own.
But Kobe can stand up when the team needs it.
But he didn't do it himself.
Lu Yu decided to be more strict with himself in future training, especially including defending against double teams in his training plan.
"Hey, Lu, don't be depressed, the game is over." Charles Oakley came over and comforted him softly.
"Frustrated?" Lu Yu shook his head: "I'm not frustrated. We have eighty-two games in the regular season. How can we not lose a game?"
"I feel relieved if you think like this." Oakley was relieved when he saw Lu Yu's open-minded expression. Looking carefully at Lu Yu's face, it didn't look like he was lying, so he said with a smile: "It's rare to come to Los Angeles, Luo
Well, they decided to go to a nightclub tonight, do you want to come together?"
"Forget it, I won't go." Lu Yu felt that sometimes he was like an old man, and like a pedantic Kong Yiji, who always had a heartfelt resistance to the sugar-coated bullets of American imperialism.
Mainly because people are playing too much.
Even a scumbag like him feels that these people are really scumbag.
"I advise you to go and have fun together, even if you just sit around and drink, oh, no, you can drink." There was an unfathomable look in Charles Oakley's wise eyes.
"Why?"
"Because humans are social animals."
"I see."
"Are you going then?"
"certainly."
Even though Lu Yu was unwilling, he still readily agreed to go, because Oakley was right, human beings are social animals, and if they have not been gregarious, they will naturally be excluded.
"Oh, by the way, there are a few members of the Lakers team who will go with us."
Oakley suddenly said: "Shaquille, Kobe and Fox, that sissy who likes to show off."
"Shaquille?"
Lu Yu was stunned: "Didn't he just have a fight with Brad on the court?"
Oakley smiled: "The court is on the court, and the nightclub is a nightclub. It will not affect the communication between them, especially men. Sometimes it is better to have a drink after the fight."
Lu Yu realized that this meal was actually for O'Neal and Brad Miller, so that they could reconcile.
The middleman must be the highly respected Charles Oakley.
In a bar in Los Angeles.
A group of NBA players spent money like water here. O'Neal and Miller also became good buddies under the mediation of Oakley. The two of them wanted to drink each other down with each other.
They bet that whoever gets down first will pay the suspension and league penalties.
Miller has no intention of paying O'Neal. After all, O'Neal's one-game suspension is too expensive.
Artest shuttled around the waists of various beauties like a loach, his two big hands with no place to rest changing into various shapes. The young Chandler followed suit, imitating cats and tigers, and felt the blood spurting out, and there was a rush of blood. The prehistoric power is eagerly waiting for the moment to explode.
The presence of Old God Oakley is like the banker at the gambling table, watching the storm with a smile.
There were only two outsiders in the room.
One is Kobe. He feels that coming here is a waste of time. If he has the time, he might as well go to training. If it weren't for Oakley telling him that Lu Yu was also coming, he wouldn't have come.
The other one is Lu Yu.
It's not that he thinks it's better to train than to waste time, he just feels that these vulgar fans are not worthy of him.
For the sake of these slutty women, the price drops.
The two looked at each other, took the wine glasses and walked out. Others looked at the backs of the two people, shoulder to shoulder, always feeling calcium in the air.
The wind outside the bar is slightly cool.
Kobe and Lu Yu found a table and sat down.
"You don't like this kind of place either?" Kobe asked.
"You too?" Lu Yu smiled.
"Of course, if it weren't for your coming, I wouldn't have come. I haven't seen Tracy since I trained with you last time. I didn't expect you to become the boss of the Bulls so quickly."
There was unspeakable envy in Kobe's words.
Lu Yu knew that he didn't miss training together, but he just had a deep obsession with his boss.
He also wants to be the boss.
"But I envy you for winning the championship." Lu Yu said with a smile.
"I would rather win the championship on my own." Kobe said calmly while looking at the stars.
"That's all I have to say."
Lu Yu curled his lips: "Not to mention how difficult it is to lead a team with a single core. Look at me today, I was beaten like a duck being chased and bitten by a group of dogs. You don't want to be like me, do you?"
Kobe was stunned.
He was silent for a long time without speaking. After a while, he said quietly: "You called me a dog?"
"Haha, I didn't say that."
Lu Yucai would not admit it.
Kobe didn't care. He just touched Lu Yu with his arm and motioned Lu Yu to look not far away. Lu Yu followed his gaze and saw several tattooed young men with colorful arms holding cigarettes in their mouths and flirting with a little boy.
The little boy was only about ten years old, and it seemed that he was blocked by this group of delinquent youths.
The bad young man hooked the little boy's chin with his fingers and teased the little boy in a mean-spirited manner, causing the little boy to take two steps back.
Lu Yu frowned slightly, American gangsters are so horny that they don't even let boys go?
However, it can be heard from their joking words that these people are telling this little boy not to seduce another little boy in the future, because the other little boy is the one his sister likes.
As for his sister, she was the little girl wearing fishnet stockings who was following these delinquent youths.
Lu Yu: "Your circle is really chaotic."
At this time, Artest walked out of the bar and shouted: "Lu, Kobe, come and help, Shaquille fell down and we can't lift him."
Lu Yu and Kobe stood up, ignored these little brats, and walked into the bar.
O'Neal was lying on the table, spitting drink out of the corner of his mouth, while Miller said proudly: "Damn Shaq, you can't beat me in a fight, and you can't beat me in drinking. I'm the strongest man in the world. "
Obviously, this thing is not far away from lying on the table.
Lu Yu and Kobe carried O'Neal to the left and the other as they walked out. As for why it wasn't Artest and the others, although they were not that drunk, they drank a lot. Like soft-legged crabs, they were expected to be able to move O'Neal.
, stop dreaming.
"It's so damn heavy!" Lu Yu cursed.
Kobe was silent, and Lu Yu guessed whether Kobe would treat carrying O'Neal as a training exercise?
Go to the door.
Suddenly a burst of noise and cursing was heard.
I saw the young bad guys surrounding the little boy and kicking him violently. One of the young men even grabbed the little boy's hair and dragged him away, while the little girl was holding a wine bottle and was about to smash it.
Kobe and Lu Yu looked at each other.
The next second, the two of them rushed towards the group of people at the same time. Kobe snatched the wine bottle from the little girl's hand with one swift movement, and slapped the little girl in the face.
Lu Yu kicked the young man's hair away, and then held the little boy in his arms.
When several other young people saw this, some holding stools and some holding wine bottles, they rushed over screaming.
The little boy in Lu Yu's arms was already bruised and swollen, but lying in Lu Yu's arms, he felt inexplicably safe.
Don't look at these delinquent youths, but in Lu Yu's eyes, they are just a group of the next generation of American imperialists who have been drained by tobacco and alcohol. They know nothing but howling and shouting.
One kick at a time, followed by a series of kicks.
He directly kicked these delinquent youths to the ground, leaving a mess in front of the bar with howling ghosts and ghosts.
Artest, Chandler, Fox and Oakley heard the noise and ran out of the bar. When they saw that the fight had been resolved, they were relieved.
Kobe dragged the little girl over, threw her to the ground, and asked, "What should we do now?"
Lu Yu thought for a moment: "Call the police."
Kobe agreed, took out his cell phone and was about to call the police.
At this time, a speechless voice came from the ground not far from the door of the bar: "Before you call the police, can you help me up?"
Everyone looked back... O'Neal was still lying on the ground.
…
They called the police, took notes, and worked until midnight before they returned to the hotel.
When leaving the police station, Lu Yu reached out and touched the little boy's head: "Boys must learn to protect themselves outside, you know?"
The little boy nodded blankly.
Suddenly, the little boy looked up and asked, "What if a girl is outside?"
Lu Yu thought for a while and replied: "Don't walk in dark alleys, don't wear revealing clothes, don't act alone, try to dress appropriately, try to be in crowded places, and don't get drunk... Wait, you're a boy who knows
What’s this for?”
The little boy looked at himself and shook his head: "I just asked, thank you brother."
Lu Yu patted his head: "Call me uncle."
"Oh, thank you uncle."
The little boy curled his lips reluctantly: "I will definitely listen to you from now on. I will not walk in dark alleys, do not act alone, dress appropriately, try to stay in crowded places, and I will never drink alcohol."
Lu Yu: "..."
He didn't know if the child was beaten silly, so he waved his hand and left the police station.
The little boy looked at Lu Yu's back, lowered his head sadly, and murmured to himself: "But brother, I didn't walk in a dark alley today, nor was I dressed inappropriately, nor did I act alone... It's just that I
My friend, he just scared away..."
At this time, the police officers from the police station came out.
The police officer looked at the little boy sitting on the chair and the group of young men who were handcuffed and squatting in the corner and said something loudly.
"Who is Kristen Stewart? Your parents are here to pick you up."
