The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!
Chapter 140 - 112 Otherwise, I Will Ruin Your Reputation_2

Chapter 140: Chapter 112 Otherwise, I Will Ruin Your Reputation_2

"He’s the hottest favorite for the Best Defensive Player Award this season," Erin reminded Su Wan.

"So, I guess we all know why he shoved Ron!"

Su Wan’s reply made Erin’s eyes sparkle as if she had heard Ben Wallace’s impotent rage.

True enough...

"Don’t let that rookie get cocky, this is just the first game of the series. Over the long seven games, he’ll stop laughing."

All you can say is Su Wan had really hit the mark.

Last season’s Best Defensive Player Award was taken by Ron Artest, something Ben Wallace still deeply resented. Now this guy claims he can win this year’s award because Artest was suspended.

That claim was hard for him to swallow.

But this appearance only made him look even more impotent and enraged.

Moreover, Ben Wallace didn’t manage to make a comeback in the second game of the series either.

Two days later, the second game of the series continued at Auburn Palace and the Pistons lost again by 10 points, 87 to 97.

The Pacers’ new lineup had seemingly become an "invulnerable wall" they couldn’t break.

It was clear they’d tried harder than before, but the Pacers’ "defense counterattack" turned their usually impregnable position war defense into Swiss cheese.

Of course, this was normal.

Usually, they only needed to tighten their defensive formation in position wars, but facing the Pacers’ dispersed running positions, they were forced to branch out, like spreading a huge net... and when the net was fully spread, the holes were stretched to their maximum, resulting in unavoidable weak links.

The most critical issue was their lack of adaptability.

Moreover, once the Pacers had this lineup on the field, they could even suppress their sharpest spears and the "haft" of their javelin. Naturally, the Pistons could only be beaten all over the field. After Reggie Miller was subbed off, and they barely caught their breath and struggled a bit, but that didn’t last long, then the Pacers would tightly bind them again, packing them up like "spoils of war."

What infuriated Ben Wallace even more was:

This time, not just Su Wan immediately after the game stood with his arms crossed facing the spectators for a long time, but Tinsley, Stephen Jackson, little O’Neal, and Fotis Artest seemed to have planned it, lining up together, crossing their arms at the edge of the court, gently rocking their bodies.

That sight...

Any Pistons fan with high blood pressure would probably have their blood pressure shoot through the roof and burst their vessels right there.

We in Indiana have our own "kitten shake."

After the game, Su Wan again brought up Ben Wallace’s Best Defensive Player Award, "If this guy really ends up becoming the season’s NBA Best Defensive Player, then I can only say, the biggest fraud in the history of the award has been born!"

Upon hearing the reporter’s translation, Ben Wallace went crazy and jumped to his feet.

And he wasn’t the only one, so did Larry Brown.

Su Wan’s comment was even more devastating, "I don’t know if he has made some adjustments, because I didn’t feel any, I think his coaching ability has fallen below NBA standards. The Pistons should really think about whether they should renew his contract this summer. Also, any new teams thinking about signing him, beware, the real creator of the ’04 Detroit miracle was Rick Carlisle. He made Ben Wallace the defensive cornerstone of the Pistons, and then everything happened. This is the real ’master builder,’ cheers!" (At this moment, Rick Carlisle just happened to pass by and the reporters, as Su Wan wished, delivered a huge cheer.)

"I don’t know what you guys were doing out there on the court? Were you playing basketball? Are you sure you’re not brain-damaged and didn’t get treated on time? I’ve emphasized many times, the Pacers’ offensive formation isn’t complicated, we can easily pick them apart, turning them into isolated individuals, I really don’t know what you’re doing out there?"

Angry as he was, he started ranting on the Pistons’ bus to the airport.

The atmosphere inside the vehicle was oppressively tense.

But Larry Brown was still not satisfied, his gaze landed on a big white guy whom he hadn’t yelled at for a long while, "Dako, I don’t know why you’re even on this bus, I thought this bus was only supposed to carry guys who can actually play. So why would they bring along a waste like you?"

"I think I should get some chances, sir, I can help the team."

Milicic saw Brown aiming at him and quietly slipped his right hand into his waistband, pressing a certain switch.

He had waited for this moment for a long time.

The front car seat conveniently shielded his movements.

Seeing him daring to talk back, Larry Brown grew even angrier.

He didn’t suspect a thing.

Even though he knew Su Wan had once said, "If I were Milicic, I would use a recorder to expose everything publicly," Milicic, in his view, had been trained like a dog.

He had no guts to bite back, so Larry Brown’s tone was especially sharp,

"Have I not given you enough chances? What can I do if you, a piece of trash, can’t seize them yourself? Is basketball in Europe that backward? How can a piece of trash like you be called the ’Golden Boy’? As far as I’m concerned, guys like you are a dime a dozen in the United States, nothing special at all. Just roll back to your country, you trash, you should be blown to bits."

Even the Pistons, accustomed to Larry Brown’s verbal abuse toward Milicic every time, were shocked by the scale this time.

Clearly, their coach was severely infuriated.

A look of resentment flashed in Milicic’s eyes. In the past, he would have endured it, but this time...

He rushed straight toward Larry Brown.

He had endured this old man for a long time, always wanting to beat him to death, but he had held back.

He had paid a hefty buyout fee to come to the NBA, and he had to earn enough money to make sure it wasn’t all for nothing, but now the recorder in his pocket gave him the confidence he no longer needed to endure. This time, no matter how much trouble he caused, he believed someone would clean it up for him.

Su Wan really should have come to the NBA sooner!

He muttered to himself internally, his entire person charging at Larry Brown.

He was sitting at the very back of the vehicle, actually some distance from Larry Brown at the front, but the attack happened suddenly, and with so much time to build up his charge, aided by the fact that most people sitting near the aisle were like Billups and Hamilton, who found it really hard to restrain Milicic.

Instead, they were dragged along, nearly flying out themselves.

"Bang!"

A solid punch landed on Larry Brown’s face, knocking several teeth out instantly, blood spraying everywhere. The emaciated old man was completely terrified, losing his haughty demeanor.

Talk about Milicic, a legitimate boxer, his punches did have some substance.

"Are you wondering why I dare to hit a coach? I can tell you, Larry..." Milicic pulled out the recorder from his pocket, pressed the playback button, and after a brief silence, Larry Brown’s voice came from the recorder,

"Dako, I don’t know why you’re even on this bus... Trash!"

"Have I not given you enough chances? You piece of trash, can’t hold onto them... just roll back to your country, you should be directly blown to bits!"

Larry Brown’s personal attacks were clearly played back.

"You’re finished, Larry Brown!"

Milicic revealed a triumphant smile, marking the most satisfying day since he had been drafted by the Pistons.

Then he packed up the recorder, picked up the still terrified Larry Brown from the ground, and raised his hand like a giant fan, "Listen, Larry, I hope to hear by tomorrow that you’ve taken a fall, and also, that you will announce your retirement from this circle, otherwise, I will definitely make sure you end up disgraced!"

With a "smack," a few more teeth flew out, and only then did Milicic contentedly return to his seat.

At that moment, the entire carriage was utterly silent.

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