() The Magic came on the stage, amid loud boos from the entire Palace of Auburn Hills.
"Boy, I took care of you when I was in Orlando. Now that I'm in Detroit, it's my turn to take care of you." Rasheed Wallace walked up with a provocative smile and glared at Adri.
Ann was given a technical foul by Adrian in the second game. Although he was pulled down by his teammates and did not explode, Rasheed Wallace clearly remembers this hate.
Adrian squinted his eyes, raised his head and glanced at Rasheed Wallace, and said calmly: "Just take care of yourself, there is no one here who needs you to take care of."
"Hey hey hey..." Rasheed Wallace didn't get angry when Adrian said something indifferent, and retreated with a smile. His eyes were full of malice, but he always glanced at Adrian's body.
With.
Both sides jumped the ball, and Kwame Brown easily won the basketball first. Adrian received the basketball, and Billups followed Adrian, but his defense seemed a bit lax, unlike the previous two games.
There was a lot of pressure, and the Pistons' defensive position was also a little loose.
Although Adrian was strange, his movements did not slow down. Since the Pistons' loose defense gave him an easy opportunity to attack, Adrian swatted the basketball and went directly to the inside for a layup...
As soon as the basketball was released, Adrian suddenly felt a hard object pressing against his waist, and his whole body ached. With great strength, he immediately lost seven points, fell down and staggered two steps, and then managed to stabilize his body.
He raised his head and looked at Billups angrily.
This guy... actually elbowed himself when he was going for a layup?!
The basketball hit the front of the basket and bounced into the basket. The referee made a gesture to indicate that the goal was valid, but did not call a foul. Billups shook his head with a look of pity. Regarding the angry look on Adrian's face
He simply turned a blind eye to the expression.
Adrian did not go to the referee to complain. He thought that maybe the referee did not see it. After all, the game had just begun and the referee was not focused. Humans are bound to make some mistakes. He was taken care of in this way sometimes.
But then, Adrian soon understood that the referee was not invisible, but actually turning a blind eye.
Kwame Brown's dunk was pulled straight out of the air by Rasheed Wallace, and the referee called...a common defensive foul.
Rashad Lewis took off for a shot and was slapped on the arm by Prince. The basketball bounced out of the frame. The referee had no intention of calling a penalty.
Kwame Brown retaliated and slapped Maxis on the arm when he was singles under the basket. He was pulled out of the air, even though the boos at the Palace of Auburn Hills were loud enough to knock down the ceiling.
, the referee still only gave a common foul.
The referee's whistle was very loose today. The Magic had already been mentally prepared for this kind of thing, but when the fight actually broke out, it was still very painful. This kind of whistle does not mean that it is biased, it is just that the whistle is loose.
Forget it, for ordinary small actions, referees will call fouls in other cities, but referees in Detroit and Salt Lake City will choose to turn a blind eye, no matter which team it is.
It's just that the referee's whistle was particularly lax today. If he can't blow it, he won't blow it. If it has to be blown, he will blow a common foul. Stan Van Gundy complained loudly to the referee and the technical table, but his complaint was also heard.
There was no immediate effect, and the referee did not give him a technical foul, but he still went his own way when it came to specific calls.
There was no rhythm to the game at all, because rough movements led to frequent mistakes, and the game could not proceed smoothly at all.
"Ah~~~~" Turkoglu screamed and fell from the air. He couldn't get up for a long time. Stan Van Gundy stood up from his seat with a loud sound and stared at the court nervously. Keep it.
The mustache's face turned red with anger.
"Hey, blind man, did you see that? Did you fucking see that? They want to kill my players!"
The referee coldly gave Stan Van Gundy a technical foul and signaled Stan Van Gundy to shut up, otherwise he would expel Van Gundy from the game. Stan Van Gundy's face turned completely dark. At this time, the team doctor who rushed onto the court to check Turkoglu had already
After completing the preliminary inspection, Adrian could tell from his face that Turkoglu's condition was not going to be very good.
"How is it?" Adrian asked the team doctor.
"The ankle is sprained. The specific situation is not clear yet, but he can't play in this game." The team doctor helped Turkoglu up.
"Sorry Ed, I can't fight, teach these sons of bitches a lesson!" Turkoglu smiled helplessly, his smile looked weak, but his tone was so gritty.
Turkoglu left the court with the support of the team doctor and returned to the locker room for further examination.
After completing the foul, Prince was high-fiving his teammates, with a smile on his face as if he had accomplished an amazing job. Adrian felt that his lungs were about to explode. The Pistons' rough defense had already made Adrian feel that his lungs were about to explode.
Adrian had been holding back his anger, and now Turkoglu's injury only added fuel to the fire, igniting all Adrian's anger.
He walked directly towards Prince: "Hey Gibbon, are you playing ball or hitting someone?"
Prince's face turned dark instantly. Because of his extremely long arms and a long face, he was often nicknamed Gibbon, but Prince himself didn't like this nickname at all.
, not to mention that the provocation in Adrian's tone was so obvious.
"Basketball is a man's sport. If you don't have the talent, you can go to WNBA." Before Prince could react, Rasheed Wallace had already rushed out and stood in front of Adrian, puffing out his chest and making a face.
His disdain: "Young pretty boy, you will definitely win the mvp if you fight in wnba."
While Rasheed Wallace was speaking, Pistons players surrounded him.
"Get out of my way, what do you want to do?" Kwame Brown, realizing that Adrian was about to be surrounded, rushed forward first: "Fuck you, stop here, do you want to fight? Ah, do you want to fight?"
Other Magic players immediately surrounded Adrian and yelled at the Detroit Pistons players, but the Detroit players refused to show weakness at all. It was like two powder barrels filled with gunpowder.
It takes just a little spark to explode.
Adrian suddenly smiled.
"Very good, very good."
"Since you say this is a men's sport and you want to play more intensely, then that's your wish." Adrian said coldly: "Just don't cry when the time comes!"
The referee came belatedly at this time and blew the whistle to separate the two sides. With a gloomy expression on his face: "Please pay attention to your behavior, otherwise I don't mind letting you all go off!"
"Just finish your job, referee." Adrian glanced at the referee coldly and remembered the name on his chest: "You don't need to care about other things, and you can't care about them."
The referee's expression changed severely.
Turkoglu was injured, and the referee only gave Prince an ordinary foul, not even a free throw. Adrian didn't care. In fact, it was better not to take a free throw. Stan Van Gundy replaced him with Maurice Evans.
The injured Turkoglu and Marcin Gortat sent the basketball directly to Adrian.
"Hey, kid..." Before the words came out, Billups's face turned red. Adrian took advantage of the opportunity to get rid of Billups' entanglement. When Adrian made a move, Billups
Si, however, stood there without any reaction.
Feeling Billups approaching from behind, Adrian hit Billups on the waist with a hard back elbow. Taking advantage of the situation, he got rid of Billups and went straight to the inside.
His goal was extremely clear, directed at Rasheed Wallace on the inside.
Adrian jumped high, and Rasheed Wallace also jumped high to meet Adrian. Wallace's originally ferocious face became even more ferocious, because after the two sides got close, Adrian directly
He raised his foot and kicked Wallace in the stomach before completing the dunk!
Adrian's kick was so hard that Rasheed Wallace couldn't get up for a long time after he was kicked down. The boos and roars of the Auburn Hills Palace were so shaking that the roof of the palace could be lifted off.
, and Adrian stepped away with his hands raised, as if he had done nothing. The Magic players naturally surrounded Adrian and protected him in the middle, preventing the Detroit Pistons players from having any chance.
Opportunity comes across.
"What do you want to do?" The referee was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "Do you think I dare not send you off?"
"I just want to kill them!" Adrian said with a nonchalant smile: "Although it is a bit rough, it should be within the scope of the rules and should be just an ordinary foul. Mr. referee, after all, according to the penalty you just made
Standard, a foul of this level should be just an ordinary foul. You must not make the penalty too serious. After all, you can use the whistle to make it easier, but if it suddenly turns severe on me,
, but you will be accused of blowing the whistle."
Adrian smiled, his smile full of malice, full of malice that made the referee sweat like rain.
I don’t know if he was intimidated by Adrian, but the referee only gave Adrian a first-level flagrant foul, and finally did not expel Adrian. (To be continued...)
