Chapter 11 Trash Talk

The violent music, beautiful lights, the DJ's hoarseness at the scene, the audience's shouting, and the beautiful cheerleaders, this is the appetizer before the NBA game. Watching it on TV is a feeling, and being there yourself is another feeling.

As the player's passage goes out, all the fans stretch out their long arms to try to shake your hands.

When warming up on the court, the cheerleaders on the sidelines were so swinging that your lower body was filled with blood.

The competition has not yet begun, and I feel a little nervous. I have never lived in such a noisy place in my previous life. I worked as a security guard in a securities company in my previous life. During the bull market, although there were many people, crowded and lively, it was still relatively quiet. There was no exciting music, no eye-catching beauties, and only numbers.

I took a deep breath, calmed down my mood, and focused my attention on the court, only my opponents, teammates, basketball, and nothing else.

Wizards starter: Kwame Brown, Christian Letterner, Michael Jordan, Richard Hamilton, Tyrone Rue

Kings starters: Vlad Divac, Chris Webber, Peja Stojakovic, Doug Christie, Mike Bibby.

The competition begins.

I jumped the ball and easily won Divac, Taylon Lu, and controlled the ball and rushed towards the opponent.

I am in the inside position. Although Divac is 5 cm taller than me, it is obvious that his strength is still a little different from mine. I kept him firmly behind him.

"Boy, I heard you are sick?" Divac said slowly behind me.

"Oh?" I was a little surprised. What does it mean? Is it trash talk? It must be trash talk!

"Ha, I heard you're mentally ill?" Divac continued to squirt trash behind me with a smile.

I knew that this old guy had nothing good to say. None of the European players were good, they were all trash talk masters, Oscar winners, and they were all cunning and cunning, super sinister and cruel.

"You don't know if you have any ear problems, can't you hear?" Divac continued to provoke when he saw that I didn't speak.

Peter Johnson once told me that the most effective way to deal with a trash talker is to ignore him, and I deeply agree.

Jordan played against the big shot, using his speed to break through Peja's defense and made a shot.

I quickly returned to defense, and I held back Divac, and my eyes floated to Chris Webber from time to time. My mission today is not only to freeze Divac, but also to always pay attention to defending Chris Webber, a popular power forward.

The Kings were constantly pouring the ball, Mike Bibby passed the ball to Chris Weber, Chris Weber, and Peja Stojakovic, and Stojakovic passed it to Weber. Weber pushed Letterner into the three-second zone, leaning against Letterner close to letterner and hooked it.

The moment Chris Webber entered the three-second zone, I let go of Divac, stepped behind Leitner, jumped high, and slapped over with a slap.

Last night, I studied Chris Webber's habits myself. Although he is a power forward with superb passing ability, as long as he enters the three-second zone, he usually ends the attack by himself. This is the result of the night last night. At this time, he rarely passes the ball, and Letterner just blocks me. He can't see me. No matter whether I can cover him or not, he will definitely interfere with him.

"Chris Webber took the ball and walked into the three-second zone with Letterner. He hooked up and got it." **'s commentator Barkley explained passionately at the scene:

"Hat, good hat, Kwame? Brown suddenly came out of the other side and jumped high behind Leitner. One shot across the man, the other good hat?"

"Kaome Brown may not have a good offense, but we must admit that one thing is that Kaome Brown's defense does not have to be bad for anyone, even Bill Russell. Yes, in terms of defense, Kaome Brown is not worse than Russell. His physical fitness is really good. His bounce and his strength are enviable." Barkley encouraged his savage tongue with a name and vented his own opinions frantically.

"Charles, you're wrong. I admit that Kwame Brown has a good defense, but he is still a big gap from Bill Russell." Kenny Smith said in an excuse.

"I, maybe, but you have to admit, this is a very good block, isn't it?" Barkley asked back.

7.3 seconds left in 24 seconds of offensive time, the Kings are out of bounds.

"Boy, why did you go crazy just now? You weren't mentally ill, right?" Vlad Divac continued to trash talk in front of me.

I leaned against Divac and wanted to push half of my arm against his back so that he would not turn around and cut inward easily, although he did not have a ball in his hand now.

The outbound ball was sent out, and Webber received the ball from the outside, and one of them was over the top and the ball was in Divac's hands.

"Boy..." Divac's ball was about to rush into trash talk as soon as he got it.

"Ah!" I shouted in Divac's ear, and on one side of my body, my right hand slapped the basketball from Divac's armpit.

I suddenly shouted loudly, and it was close to Divac's ears. Divac's body was obviously stunned and at a loss.

This is what Mr. Peter Johnson taught me. He said: You don’t need to say trash every minute, as it will attract the referee’s special attention. As long as you shout unexpectedly in his ear the moment the opponent takes the ball, the other party is not prepared, and he will suddenly lose his mind for a few seconds.

It was successful, and my hand touched the basketball. I fell to the ground. The basketball was obtained by Tyrone Lu, and took a big step towards the opponent. Mike Bibici was not as good as defense and could only sigh to the sky.

The ball went in, 4:0.

"Beautiful! Kwame Brown intercepted the ball, Tyrone Rue took the ball, and counterattacked quickly. No one was defending, dunked, the ball entered. The Wizards led the Kings 4:0 at home." The commentator shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Vlad Divac was fooled by Kwame Brown. Kwame Brown used an incredible steal to tell Divac why he was the No. 1 pick!" Barkley commented.

"Charles, this is just luck. You have to know that Kwame Brown's NBA experience is almost 0. If his gambling steal is not successful, he will completely lose his position and will let the opponent face the basket directly. This is just luck." Kenny Smith immediately raised an objection.

"Kenny, you have to know that this is not an offense, it is a defense. Although Kwame's offense is bad, you can't help but admit his talent in defense. As long as he does this, he will definitely think that he can grab the ball. Let's take a look at the slow motion replay," Barkley explained.

The wonderful scene where the ball was just broken appears on the large screen.

In slow motion, it was obvious that the moment Divac took the ball, Divac and I opened their mouths, and then there was a physical pause in Divac's body.

"Haha, it was Kwame Brown's trash talk that affected Divac, Kenny, I'm right, Kwame did enough homework before grabbing that ball. Divac was fooled by Kwame Brown." Barkley said with some gloating.

"Charles, this is just an accident. You have to know that Divac is a master of trash talk. I believe he will adjust. Kwame Brown will not have another chance." Kenny Smith continued to black Kwame Brown.

"Maybe, but I believe that in 1-on-1, Kwame can defend Vlad Divac, but I want to know what Kwame said at that time the most now. It should be just a word, but this word actually made Divac lose his mind for a long time." Barkley continued his nagging skills.

"Actually, I really want to know what Kwame said, although it was just an accident." Kenny Smith said.

"From his lips, he probably said the word starting with f. Is there any word that is more powerful than this? I am really looking forward to this word." Barkley said with confusion.

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The game continues. Kings attack

Divac was obsessed with what had just happened: "Boy, you angered me, you have to be careful."

Divac reached out to Mike Bibby for the ball.

There is an unwritten rule in the NBA. If you score a goal when the opponent is 1-on-1, you have the right to claim that the opponent will be killed 1-on-1 in the next round. Generally speaking, superstars must hit back the ball.

Divac is an All-Star center and a person who calls for the wind and rain. Although I didn't shoot a basketball on his head, I snatched the basketball from him and was stolen by a rookie. It was a shame for him, and he had to hit the ball back.

The Kings team opened up, and only Divac and I were competing in the inside. Obviously, his strength was not as good as me, and Divac could not take much advantage.

Divac first moved left, and suddenly turned around and ran to the right in the opposite direction. Mike Bibby passed the ball, and Divac took the ball and threw it.

Obviously, Divac's pace is very fast, but I had done enough homework last night. In addition to trash talk and actors, Divac's most commonly used offensive method is to run in the opposite direction and catch the ball and jump shot. I was already prepared when he was exercising to the right just now.

I jumped high, my palm firmly covering the basketball, and Divac jumped up without even having a phone call.

"Drop!" The referee's whistle sounded.

"Walk!"

"Boy, are you still hard now? fu*kyou." I said in Divac's ear with a smile.

Divac was furious and shook the basketball in his hand on my face, shouting, "fu*k, I'll beat you to death, you bastard."

The basketball hit my nose, not sure if it was sour or painful, but my tears were flowing down. I touched it with my hands and it was sticky. When I opened my eyes, my hands were covered in blood.

Christian Letterner hurried over and hugged Divac.

The referee's whistle sounded.

Second-level malicious foul!

Exit!

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Chapter completed!