Time: June 14, 2002 at 21:00 pm.

Location: Sleep Train Ballroom, Sacramento, California.

Background: "I've had enough of being kicked in the ass by dor.mo!"

Shortly after the 42-minute massacre night, an intriguing rumor appeared in the rumor area.

"Doug Collins was furious after the game, angrily scolding all the players, and with unshakable determination, he would never let the dor.mo ride on them again."

After hearing the news, the Los Angeles media, whose backyard has already caught fire, will certainly not miss the opportunity to tease brother cities in the same California area: "The Lakers are willing to exchange this year's first-round draft pick for a plan to limit Dor.mo."

Afterwards, major cities were affected by rumors, quoted remarks that might not exist, and then made naked teasing.

In just a few days, the news spread everywhere, and even if Collins wants to deny it now, no one believes it.

The two sides tied the first four games and each lost one home game. The battle of Tianwangshan is coming. This is the Kings' last home game and they must win it.

For this, the Kings made complete preparations.

Before the game, the Kings' boss, the Maluf brothers, followed the example of the everlasting command, came to the locker room on the front line, and made a promise: "If you win this game tonight, the playoff prize will be tripled!"

The players were very happy when they asked questions and shouted long live the boss. If it weren't for men and men's help, maybe the Maruf brothers knew what fracture-like love was.

That night, the Sleep Train Arena was filled with fans.

After the Pistons entered the field, they enjoyed the highest specification boo.

The deafening boo lasted fifteen minutes, and they could have lasted more if they had not had to switch to cheers to welcome the Kings into the field.

What’s funny is that because the booing was too hard, the momentum of the Kings was obviously not as big as that of the “Welcome” Pistons.

The Maluf brothers sat on the sidelines, next to them were the team's general manager Giof Petri, several celebrities who were retired from the team's jerseys, and the local wealthy businessmen in Sacramento specially invited by the Maluf brothers.

What disappointed the Maluf brothers was that most of these people came for the Dor.mo.

In their eyes, dor.mo is not only a player, but also a pivotal businessman.

Google, youtube, must die... He made a layout on the Internet before the new century. Now the Internet is developing rapidly. The Internet business he bought at a low price or developed vigorously has increased by hundreds or thousands of times. The annual advertising revenue alone is enough to compare with the value of some wealthy businessmen who came to the scene tonight.

Such a guy is actually so big that he doesn't care about his wealth and sweats all day long on the court. He's really a ghost.

At the beginning of the warm-up, Mo Mengchen kept looking at the opposite side, which was the King's coaching seat.

"What are you looking at?" Hill asked.

"Out of politeness, I should go and say hello," said Mo Mengchen.

Could you please ask? Hill smiled bitterly. He didn't understand others, but how could he not understand Mo Mengchen? If this guy really walked over, it would definitely be more than just asking him.

The game was about to begin. Hill didn't want to make trouble, nor did he want Mo Mengchen to provoke Collins, but when he was not careful, people slipped away from him.

"Stop!"

dor.mo is getting faster and faster.

Hill could not keep anyone at all, so he could only watch him walk to the king's bench.

When Collins saw Mo Mengchen, he was confused, but he could roughly guess what he was about. Although the rumors about him were basically true, he would never admit it in person. If Mo Mengchen asked, he could use this to mock this hypocritical Australian with a narrow-minded temperament.

"Why, is there anything wrong?" The iconic hypocritical smile, was Hill, who had deceived his brains, also had this face when he was injured in the game?

"Nothing important is the matter. To protect your reputation, I have to clarify one thing."

Mo Mengchen said loudly in front of the Kings' coaching staff and their players.

Collins's face changed. What does this guy want to do?

Clarify and leave a message? Mo Mengchen would never be so kind.

His master-disciple relationship with Mo Mengchen has long been cut off with him being kicked out of the Pistons. All they left behind was hatred and endless evil.

"Oh?" Collins wanted to know what he wanted to clarify.

"I swear in the name of my parents," Mo Mengchen said, "I promised in the name of dor.mo that I never kicked Doug's ass."

Everyone's faces changed.

"Watching him rolling out of Detroit in shame is enough to make people feel relieved. Why should I beat the dog in the water?" Mo Mengchen asked the stunned McGrady and Nowitzki, who were not afraid of Collins, who had turned black quickly, "I think you won't stretch your legs towards the dead dog on the roadside, right?"

How dare they answer?

Collins could not maintain his gentlemanly demeanor at all. Just as he was about to curse, Mo Mengchen turned around without looking back: "Clarification is over, coach, no need to thank you."

"This shameless villain!" Collins was furious. In public, he rarely did not manage his expression. The reporters around him took all the scenes of his anger. These photos will arouse widespread speculation after the game.

What the hell did dor.mo say to Doug Collins?

This problem will be passed on forever.

But neither the fans nor the media will get the answer.

Door.mo does what he says, and will not beat the dog in the water, and Collins will not expose his own shortcomings.

Collins was so angry that he lost his mind by Mo Mengchen. He called Bowen, which was a match that had been decided long ago: "I want you to play against dor.mo. Do you know what this means?"

It means I will be very sad.

Bowen was ready to face all disasters: "I know, I will defend with all your strength as you told me."

"No, I allow you to play freely, as long as it is for victory!" Collins stared at Mo Mengchen in the distance with gritted teeth, "Everything is just, let alone dealing with such a tortoise bastard who deserves to be killed!"

Bowen is not an idiot. He immediately understood the hints in Collins' words when he got married from the bottom.

But they had learned about Mo Mengchen's tricks, and Bao Wen's methods could not be used in front of him.

No, let alone use it, every time Bao Wen has a bad intention to Mo Mengchen, he will be regarded as a counterattack, and the referee has no sense of it, but he is violently counterattacked without the power of backhand.

Thinking about the horrible accidents that happened to me, Bao Wen felt so sad.

"Did you hear it?" Collins asked again and again.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, Bowen replied, "I heard it."

"Go, no one knows better than me how good you are. Bruce, your performance deserves a big contract." Collins Youyou said, "Tonight our boss is on the scene. I know you deserve a big contract, but the boss doesn't know, you have to show off."

It may not be enough to rely solely on orders, but there must be brave men under heavy rewards, let alone Bao Wen, who lost the draft?

He looked at Collins with a fiery look: "I will prove that I deserve the big contract!"

Collins looked at the elegant face with a cold and cold smile: "Go, the 20,000 fans in the Sleeping Train Arena are watching you!"

Command, lure, reward.

Collins is well versed in the psychology of players. He is indeed not a head coach who is proficient in tactics, but he is good at grasping people's hearts. He knows that Bowen will definitely do anything to get appreciated.

Collins not only wants the team to win the match point tonight, but he also wants to see Mo Mengchen happening in the face of countless people who don’t want to see it, but there must be a large number of people who will pat their thighs and sigh at the tragedy of God opening their eyes like him.

Players on both sides play.

This is the fifth game of the finals. The Pistons are still the original five people, and the King is also the original five people, and both sides have not changed their formation.

The referee threw the ball.

Curry jumped as usual, but the ball was obviously tilted to Divac's position, and his long arm was not useful.

The Kings won the opening ball for the first time in the finals.

Like the Pistons, they like to start the game. After getting the ball, McGrady immediately dribbled the ball forward. Hill just arrived in defense. He opened his hand and changed direction, with a huge amplitude, and the pace of keeping up was extremely huge.

In the blink of an eye, McGrady scored a slam dunk.

2 to 0

"That's it!" The Maluf brothers cheered in unison.

Curry picked up the ball and sent it out.

Mo Mengchen said: "Try me a pick-and-roll."

Curry responded.

They went to the frontcourt together, and then Bowen took the initiative to find Mo Mengchen, and Curry was stunned on the spot.

Seeing such a big surprise, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but look at Collins on the sidelines, and he was smiling.

This smile is like saying: Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared?

"Let Bruce Bowen defend Dor.mo? It's a bold move."

"Every team will let the best defenders defend dor.mo, and defending dor.mo is equivalent to defending 50% of the Pistons!"

Curry noticed Mo Mengchen's eyes suggesting that the original pick-and-roll attack became a more delicate high-level hand-hand cooperation.

Mo Mengchen first passed the ball to his side and ran through with his body as a cover.

However, he didn't walk far away. Mo Mengchen ran back, suddenly turned around, accelerated and threw away, and took the ball back from Curry's hand to get the ball back. Then he used Curry's body to block Bowen behind him, bullying Divac's defense and unable to come out. He made a three-pointer at the top of the arc and shot.

3 to 2

"Did your IQ fall out with your hair?" Mo Mengchen asked leisurely, heading towards Collins, who brought him to the Pistons with one hand. "Doug, why didn't anyone defend me just now?"

Collins clenched his fists, and he could not scold Bowen for this defense, so he had to hold back and continue watching the game.

The King kept the essence of the eight-second attack tightly, and did not stick to tactics. McGrady went around again, broke through hard, and gave Nowitzki, and the German shot from the right wing high-level shot.

It took just eight seconds.

4 to 3

A good feel is the basis for success.

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ps: Someone asked me if I was interested in writing a novel about the Lakers as the home team in "The Great God". In fact, I had an idea before that happened. Now I am not so sure. Perhaps in the future, books about the Lakers will sprout like bamboo shoots after a rain. If there are too many people writing, it is not bad for me. All I can do now is wait and see. I still have two books to write. I will consider the new book in half a year. The friend who invited me to answer at "The Great God" will answer here, because I am Hu Jianren, and I will not reply to you in Mandarin.
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