"The Wizards only played 4 games in the first round, but we played 7 games in the first round. Does the Wizards have more rest time than us? This makes their players very physically fit, but we only had two days off after the last game, which gave our players some physical problems, which is the main reason why we lost today.**(..)"

"Our players completed the tasks we assigned before the game well, especially in the first three quarters, we limited their All-Star center Kwame. Brown's performance and destroyed their fast break rhythm. Our guy did a good job tonight, but because there was a little problem with our physical fitness, we did not win in the end..."

The Pistons head coach Rick Carlisle blamed the team's physical fitness at the post-match press conference. Of course, their physical fitness did have huge problems at the end of the game, especially Ben Wallace, the All-Star center who played the whole game did not look like in the last quarter, both in terms of strength and foot movement speed, and in the last quarter, they could only grit their teeth and persist, and persisted in creating some obstacles for my offense. However, in the third quarter, I was not something he, a guy with physical collapse, could stop me. I completely suppressed Ben on the offensive end in the last quarter. Wallace, I scored 14 points, 6 rebounds, 2 blocks, and 1 assist in a single quarter, and my data for the whole game was only 28 points, 14 rebounds, 3 blocks, and 4 assists. I completely beat Ben in the fourth quarter. Wallace

"We have a longer rest than the Pistons, which gives us some physical advantages and more time to study opponents' tactics to find ways to restrain them, both of which are guaranteed to win today."

Doug Collins' routine speech after the game was so boring. He was just polite, and he wanted to save some face for the lost Pistons. Of course, this was not the focus of the post-match press conference, the focus was on the subsequent free questioning time.

After the two head coaches expressed their opinions one after another, the host of the press conference finally announced that it was time to ask questions freely.

The female reporter from the Detroit Times became the first person to ask questions. However, I doubt whether the host on the scene had a certain degree of bad taste, because among all the reporters in the audience, this woman had the largest breasts, so big that when she spoke, she made both balls on her chest tremble.

"Mr. Ben Wallace. May I ask you that in the first three quarters, you only let Kwame Brown of the Wizards score 14 points, but in the fourth quarter, he scored 14 points. Has Kwame Brown found a way to deal with you?" Big breasts and brainlessness usually describe women. This woman has a big breast. But obviously her head is good. She is giving Ben Wallace a chance to excuse her. It is very likely that this is a problem that the Detroits have prepared for a long time. Of course, as the captain of the team, the team's defensive core. Ben Wallace's performance in the last quarter was a bit abnormal. Retrieve face for herself at the post-match press conference. This is a common method used by some teams.

Ben moved the microphone under his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, and said with a serious look: "Rick Carlisle just said that we spent too much time in the first round and we didn't have enough time to rest, which made us have physical problems in the last quarter of the first game. I am no exception. My physical fitness was already in an overdrawn state in the last quarter, which made me unable to make the right moves when defending. However, for this game, you have to know that I was the best defensive player last season, and this year I am still a strong contender for the best defensive player. I think no one can easily score in front of me. I will definitely defend Kwame and Brown in the next game. I have confidence in myself..." Ben Wallace's voice revealed incredible confidence.

"Go!" Michael Jordan, who was sitting next to me, let out a disdainful exhalation, lowered his head and stopped looking at Ben. Wallace's face full of passion and ambition.

I didn't say anything. I knew Ben Wallace was capable, but saying that he would definitely be able to prevent me would be a little overconfident.

The female reporter with a breast-burning reporter sat down with satisfaction, but the reporter of the New York Times who stood up immediately threw the question at me like a wildcat smelling fishy smell: "Mr. Kwame Brown, Mr. Wallace was the best defensive player of the last season and a strong contender for the best defensive player of the season. He said he would be defensive in the next game. What do you think about this?"

When Ben Wallace just said that, I realized that the next reporter was likely to ask me this question. I was thinking about how to answer this question in my mind. At this time, the questions I answered can be arrogant, proud, and despised, but I must not be humble, because this will have a certain impact on the team's morale.

"The best defensive player is nothing, let alone last year. As for the best player this year, it seems that the league has not announced yet. Of course, even the best defensive player this year cannot prove anything. The only proof is that he only knows how to defend and cannot attack. Such players will be cut off in our team. As for whether he can defend me, the score I got today is proof." My tone was full of indifference and disdain. I don't know if saying this will anger Ben. Wallace, but I know this will become the preference of journalists, and they like these very lethal answers. Of course, if Ben Wallace and I did a full martial arts campaign at the press conference, this will be their favorite.

The reporters had already widened their eyes, and they stretched out their hands one by one. They were preparing for the next sharp question. They hoped to get the hottest topic, but Mr. Ben Wallace did not give them this opportunity. Ben Wallace started to rush with the microphone: "Yes! The best defensive player is worthless, but do some people have it? My data this year is 14.6 blocks and 3.96 blocks. What about some people? It seems that some people were left far behind by me in these two categories!"

Ben Wallace did not nominate or mention his surname, but everyone knew who the "some people" he said were talking about, and he was no different from pointing at the nose and scolding me.

The hall was quiet, only Ben Wallace's voice was left, and the only thing left was the "click" sound of the uncrowned kings constantly consuming films, but every reporter's face was filled with smiles. I think their hearts were already smiling, and they must have been brewing the front page title tomorrow morning.

There is no waiting for the reporters to ask questions again. I have taken over the topic. At this critical moment, I must not lose. Otherwise, I will become the target of ridicule of my opponent.

"Hey! I'm so hard!" I started to complain. My complaint made everyone confused, but the next words definitely made all the reporters excited again: "Some people only grab guns, rebounds, cover hot pot, but I can't. I still have to score points, assist and pass the ball, I have too much work on the court, and I regret being selected as the No. 1 pick by Michael now. If he is not the No. 1 pick, just a player who lost the draft, I just need to stand in the inside and easily grab the rebounds, cover hot pot..."

I tried hard to pretend to be depressed and pretend to be squeezed out by Michael Jordan.

Michael Jordan beside him tried hard to endure it, but in the end he couldn't help laughing out loud. The press conference hall, which was originally quiet and only me, suddenly was filled with laughter, and everyone started to laugh.

The laughter finally stopped at the host's instructions. Everyone looked at Ben Wallace. Looking forward to his response, everyone was looking forward to Ben Wallace, who looked angry and did some extreme behaviors.

Ben Wallace did not laugh. Although his offense was not good, he was not a low-key person. He knew I was mocking him for not attacking, and I was mocking him for taking the honorary title of Best Defensive Player seriously. So he was very angry, and even his face was full of anger. If this was a arena, I believe he would punch me hard in my proud face without hesitation. But unfortunately this is just a press conference, and this is just a place for quarrels.

"I will prove my value with defense! I will let some people fall under my defense, and I will let the Wizards fall under my defense!" Ben Wallace said viciously. I could feel the anger in his tone and the unwillingness in his heart.

Another low laughter came from the reporter group. If the laughter just now was a happy laugh after hearing the humorous answer, then this time it was a ridicule. They were ridiculing Ben. Wallace's ignorance was ridiculing Ben. Wallace's overestimation of his ability, and no one knew how much glory Wallace had won for himself in my previous life with his strong defense.

I have a kind of foundation in my heart. Wallace's urge to stand up and a desire to fight for him, but I am Ben. Wallace's opponent is his destined to kill him soon. I must not agree with his words. I can only express my sneering at his words, belittle his personal abilities, and belittle his personal abilities.

"Defensive players can succeed, such as Bill Russell, Dickenbe Mutombo, Denis Rodman, but one thing to note is that their offense is not bad, but their defense is much better than offense. Bill Russell's career average is 16.2 points, Denis Rodman's career average is 12.8 points, Denis Rodman's average average is slightly more than the game.

It's a little bad, but don't forget that Dennis averaged 11.6 points in his second season, and that season he was just a substitute for the team. He has five three-pointers in his career, but he is not unable to score, he just disdained to score. Some people are a bit too extreme. If some people can't practice their offense well, he will always be a shortcoming of the team! Being a substitute is still almost the same..."

I was talking, and I saw Ben Wallace's face on the other side was already red, and his eyes were full of rage, but there was no way. This is NBA, this is the playoffs, and the battle is not only on the court, but also off the court is full of smoke of gunpowder.

.............

"Great! Kwame, I am worthy of being my apprentice..." Dennis Rodman slapped my shoulder hard and praised my speech at the press conference.

"Well! If Ben Wallace is so angry that he is going crazy in the next game, we will be much better!" Richard Hamilton said on the side.

"Richard, you won't be a spy for the Pistons! You actually expect Ben Wallace to go crazy in the next game. If he turns the Wizards' basket into a wall of iron, how can we play in the game?" Larry Hughes shouted from one side.

"Larry, you're looking for trouble! I'm crazy about it. He's shooting constantly and hitting irons frequently in the next game..." Richard Hamilton quickly defended himself.

"Hey! Don't argue with you two! Let me tell you! Ben Wallace will be so angry that his heart is interrupted by our Kwame tonight. He died and went to discuss with Mr. God whether to go to heaven or hell, but I guess the possibility of going to hell with his honor is relatively high..." Carlos Boozer didn't joke easily. He was actually a person with no idea when he was joking.

"To heaven or hell, does God still look at how people look?" Larry Hughes asked.

"That's it! A handsome guy like Louis and I must have gone to heaven. You and Kwame, Chauncey can't do it. Basically, I'm destined to go to hell...ah, don't make a fuss, can't I go to hell?" Carlos Boozer said it, and Larry Hughes scratched the itchy flesh and began to scratch it endlessly...

"Dingling..." Everyone was making a fuss, and my phone suddenly rang.

I quickly took out my cell phone from my pocket, and it turned out to be Michael Jordan. I quickly pressed the answer button. Michael Jordan's thick voice came from the phone: "Kaome, are you in the room?"

"Not here! I just went out with Dennis and the others for a late-night snack! But I'm about to arrive at the room!" I answered quickly.

"Hurry back to the room, turn on the TV, Detroit TV station. Ben Wallace is having a haircut..." Michael Jordan said slowly on the other end of the phone. His voice did not rise or fall, but I could feel a little uneasy in his tone.

Ben Wallace is cutting his hair! I frowned slightly. Is there anything wrong with this? Can you hide any secrets when you make a haircut and find the secret weapon to defeat the Wizards?

I didn't have time to think about what Mr. Qiao ordered me, so I quickly rushed back with everyone. I hope those who still came were rushing to catch up with the end of the live broadcast.

Everyone ran to my room with a whimper. I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. I pressed the Detroit TV station on Channel 6.

"Mr. Wallace, do you think you can defeat Kwame Brown by shaving your hair?" A reporter said to Ben Wallace, who was cutting his hair with a microphone. At present, two-thirds of his explosive head have left his scalp, and it is slowly decreasing.

"No! Getting rid of hair will not help me defeat Kwame. Brown, I just want to remind myself that I am just a blue-collar player, I only know how to defend. If I want to succeed, I must shed more sweat than others, and I will work harder than others." Ben Wallace said slowly, his face feeling serious.

"Don't you want to defeat Kwame Brown?" the reporter asked again.

"I think! I dream of it! This requires me to work hard, work hard, and work harder!" Ben Wallace replied gritting his teeth.

"Did Kwame Brown say something at the post-match press conference today that made you make such a decision!" the reporter asked again.

"Yes! It was him who made me realize my own situation clearly and made me realize that in the eyes of the world, I am just a good blue-collar player, but I will change these things, and I will prove that even if I only know how to defend, I will be a superstar, and I will lead the team to win the championship with defense." Ben Wallace said confidently.

"Do you have anything to say to Kwame Brown?" The reporter handed the microphone to Ben Wallace's mouth again, hoping that Ben Wallace could say a few harsh words to me.

"There is nothing to say! Everything is said in the game. I will guard against him! I will guard against him. I will let him know why people say that defense can win the championship!" Ben Wallace said in a very slow speech, but his tone was filled with unprecedented firmness.

"So crazy! If you can win the championship, you can win the championship! This is too crazy!" Chauncey Billups looked disdainful.

"Can you win the championship by cutting a haircut? This is too simple! More than a dozen people in our team seem to be bald! Do we want to win more than a dozen championships? Ah! Aren't we even the Lord of the Rings?" Larry Hughes shouted.

"Haha, if we all had more than a dozen rings, wouldn't we all be able to enter the All-Star? Will we also be able to enter the Hall of Fame in many years?" Itan Thomas shouted exaggeratedly.

Everyone in the room conducted an exaggerated analysis and research on what Ben Wallace said on TV, and the conclusions were very exaggerated. Everyone thought Ben Wallace had the strength, but he would never pose too much threat to me. No one would think that the Wizards would lose to the Pistons. In their hearts, they always believed that this year's Wizards were not the Wizards of last year, and that the Wizards would not be swept by any team anymore, but only the Wizards swept against other teams.

But I knew Ben Wallace's strength and knew that he really wanted to take it with me this time. He was cutting off his ambitions. He wanted to force him to a dead end and force him to defeat me hard.

I admire Ben Wallace very much, but I will never be afraid of him. I clenched my fist hard, making myself full of fighting spirit... (To be continued...)


Chapter completed!