Chapter 164 Too nervous!

When you enter Detroit, you can see big trucks carrying various cars running on the road at any time. The closer you get to Detroit, the more you can feel the smell of steel in Detroit. The scrap steel, scrap car parts everywhere, and the pools of oil stains that pop up from time to time make you understand what kind of personality this city has.

As the battle came, everyone on the bus sat quietly in the car, and no one spoke. Although they knew that the Wizards had a low chance of winning in this series, no one was willing to give in.

Before the game, Michael Jordan shouted the slogan to many reporters, "Go one away game, two home games, and advance to the second round."

Team owner Ah Polling made a passionate speech before we left, encouraging and supporting the team. Finally, he announced that if we win this series, the team's ticket revenue will be paid 20% as overtime pay, except for the cost.

Yes! This is overtime pay! In the NBA, players only sign contracts for regular season, no playoffs. The regular season is normal work, and playing the playoffs means working overtime. The boss of the playoffs generally takes a small part of the ticket income and gives it to each player. Generally speaking, the main players in a round of playoffs can be divided into seven or eight thousand US dollars, and the substitutes can be divided into three or four thousand US dollars. This time, taking out 20% of the ticket income like Berlin is really a big deal.

I sat quietly on the bus heading to the suburbs of Detroit, closed my eyes, thought nothing, and tried to relax my nervousness. I knew that the more nervous I was in this playoffs, the easier it was to perform poorly. I tried to calm my breathing, inhale and exhale according to the fixed rules, and tried to relieve my nervousness.

40 minutes later, the bus arrived at the Auburn Palace Arena on the outskirts of the city. No one lined up to greet us, and no one cheered us. Among the twenty or thirty people who surrounded us, there were fifteen or sixteen reporters. The rest were Piston fans wearing work clothes full of oil stains. Two of them were holding big wrenches in their hands and waving fiercely at us. They didn’t seem to be watching the game, they were more like they were here to help the Pistons fight.

"Mr. Kwame Brown, how sure are you to win this game?"

"Mr. Kwame Brown, you're taking Ben Wallace of the Pistons away the best defensive player who should be yours. Is there anything to say?"

"Mr. Kwame Brown, are you under pressure when facing Ben Wallace, the best defensive player of the season?"

There are a variety of questions from the reporters. I know that it is best for me to speak less at this time. If I accidentally say the wrong thing, I will cause trouble for the boss. Michael Jordan is not here, the team has no final star. If something goes wrong, no one can resist it. Once the Pistons fans anger, the Wizards' buses will probably not be able to leave the city of Detroit. This is Auburn Mountain Palace, which has been staged many times in group fights, has been repeatedly rated as the worst social security in the United States.

I closed my mouth tightly, preventing me from making any noise, and rubbed into the arena bit by bit under the escort of the security guards.

I controlled my mouth, but it does not mean that anyone can control his mouth and enter the NBA player. Every player has the status of being the best in the world in his student days. Everyone has developed the temperament and character of being the eldest and second, and he is the third. Under the induced guise of reporters, Tyron Lu, who followed the Lakers to win the 1999-2000 and 2000-2001 championships with the Lakers, began to have a big mouth: "The Pistons are no longer Isaiah. Thomas's Pistons at that time. The Wizards would beat the Pistons all over the ground in this series, and we will win with a big score of 3:1!"

The reporters got what they wanted. When they were about to take advantage of the victory, the Pistons fans behind the reporter suddenly rushed over. Some fans waved their fists directly from the top of the reporters, wanting to give Taylon and Lu a good look through the top of the reporters' heads.

Christian Letterner, who had seen the world, quickly pulled Tyron Lu behind him. Tyron Lu wanted to squeak, but was slapped on the head by Zhan Hedi White and whispered a lesson: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Although Tyron and Lu were drowned among the elders, the Pistons fans still refused and roared loudly outside. Those who wanted to fight one by one, those who wanted to fight one by one, those who wanted to fight one by one, and those who had to serve Tyron and the female ancestors of the eighth lifetime of Lu did not have the same swear words.

This is the Detroit Pistons, which is the birth of the "devil leader" Rick Mahon, the "villain" Bill Ranbill, the "big bug" Denis Rodman, the "smiling assassin" Isaiah Thomas, the "microwave" Winnie Johnson Detroit. They don't know what politeness is. They only know that they have to use their hands and fists to win everything they need. They have no talent, but they have the fighting spirit of hard work and the indomitable fighting spirit. They can do anything to win for victory.

The Auburn Palace Arena is very good. The Auburn Palace, which spent $70 million in the 1980s, was the most luxurious stadium in the NBA league of that era. None of them are better than the famous Los Angeles Lakers' "Greater Western Conference Forum Arena". But the fans here are really not very friendly. I stood on the stadium, my ears were full of dirty words, and each sentence started with the letter f.

I was completely speechless. Before the game was reached, I was booed half-death after just playing and training. I was so stressful to play here.

I finally understand why there are so many fights here, why the "Beast" Artest loses control here, look at those fans, their crazy spirit will definitely make you lose your mind. Anyone who plays in this environment will feel like he wants to go crazy.

I stood outside the three-point line, picked up a basketball, stood in a posture, and threw it gently. As soon as it got short, the basketball passed by the bottom of the basket. I took another basketball and added a little bit of strength. The basketball drew a graceful arc, but the basketball did not fall into the basket. The basketball hit the basket, bounced up, and landed outside the basket.

It feels bad! Is it caused by nervousness?

I took a deep breath, spit out the turbid air in my chest, took another basketball, put on a pose, pushed the ground with both feet, pressed the waist with force, and pushed the left hand slightly with my right hand. It was a good feeling of shooting, but the basketball kissed the basket again.

Damn it! The feel of the hand today is too bad! Maybe it’s too embarrassing to be outside the three-point line today!

I quickly asked for another ball, and shot it again, and the basketball fell apart again!

"Don't shoot first!" Christian Letterner suddenly grabbed me and reached out to the basketball cart again: "Go into the three-point line and look for the feeling closer!"

I glanced at Christian Letterner, and didn't say anything, but actually didn't know what to say. I took the basketball and walked into the three-point line, but found that Richard Hamilton was shooting there and missed a series of shots!

The Wizards don’t have many experience in the playoffs, they are all too nervous!


Chapter completed!