409-The Green Shirts Are Fighting in the Way

Just when the Celtics were still regretting their two consecutive losses, news came from the West that the Los Angeles Lakers beat the Spurs at home and also won two consecutive victories like the Pistons.

What an irony this is. Everyone is optimistic about the Lakers and Celtics meeting, but this dramatic score has made everyone no longer optimistic about the Celtics, especially the uneasy factor in the inside, and the Celtics are having a fight with the fans. On the other hand, the Lakers are determined to sweep the Spurs and then win the championship.

"Your head injury is really fine?" Doug Rivers asked again while sitting on the bus.

"Didn't the doctor say that it's all you need to apply waterproof tape. Well, avoid collisions. Besides, we don't play European football and have to use our heads." Ace once again stated that he had no problem.

"Or don't wear a mask, like Hamilton, and if you fall down or something, you will have good protection," Pierce said while sitting next to him.

"Uh, OK" Ace nodded and couldn't help but think that if it were the bandage head the day before yesterday and then wearing a mask, would there be a new movie coming out and what kind of masked man is there?

Just as Ace was rushing to the Auburn Mountain Palace Arena with the team bus, Avril and Anne in the hotel were worried at this time. Because there were no tickets, the damn fans bought all the tickets, and they couldn't even buy high-priced tickets, which made the two women helplessly sit in the hotel and do nothing.

The pre-match performance in the Auburn Hills Palace Arena was playing on the TV. The two began to regret why they followed Ace to Detroit. Instead of staying in the hotel, it was better to stay at home in Boston. However, the two women also prepared food and found a comfortable place to watch after the game started.

"Oh, you know what I saw?" said Tom in the comment seat.

"Did you find anything interesting?" Jerry, who was sitting next to him, replied. The two were local commentators in Detroit, and Tom had already obtained the roster of the two teams.

"Ace, my god, has the Celtics fallen to the hospital station?" Tom said with a smile.

"Haha, didn't you say Ace was coming to Detroit a few days ago? We all know that Ace has only signed a contract with the Celtics for a year, and is not ready to renew the contract yet," Jerry replied.

"Well, I heard that he has a good relationship with Chauncey. If Ace can come, then our bad boys army will definitely be unprecedentedly powerful," Tom said.

"That's right, and if Ace comes to Detroit, his position will not conflict at all. You must know that our Richard and Tycheane can reach the forward position. As for the defender, it depends on him and Chauncey to discuss it himself." Jerry also guessed.

"Oh, I'm excited to think about it. What a lineup this is." As the two of them talked before the game, they seemed to have adjusted the starting lineup of the Pistons next season. If Sanders is willing, even both guys can be his assistant.

Of course, listening to the gossip of the two people is just listening. The players and coaches of the two teams are still making final tactical adjustments and personnel arrangements in the locker room.

"Ace, I can give you game time, but if the team doctor just suggests that you are not suitable for you on the court, then I will replace you immediately, without any room for negotiation," Doug Rivers said seriously at Ace sitting opposite him.

"Don't worry, I still have a great life. I don't want to die suddenly on the court." Ace said as he took the mask handed by Adams, clasped it on his face awkwardly, and began to adjust back and forth.

"That's good. Since you want to do a sneak attack, you won't let you go. Rondo, try to delay the time when the dead ball appears, and we will make substitutions," said Doug Rivers.

"Yes, coach, I understand." Rondo certainly was not unhappy at this time. He personally experienced the Pistons' three-dimensional defense in one game. If Ace could deal with it, he certainly had no objection. Now the whole team is united and everything is on the line.

"Why are you wearing a mask now? Take it off? I wish others didn't know you wanted a game." Doug Rivers said to Ace, and then continued to arrange tactics.

Doug Riffles is a desperate bet today. If you lose this game, then the total score behind 0-3 can tell them to end the playoffs early. So far, no team has been able to turn the tables behind 0-3.

"Hey, Ace didn't expect you to come," Chauncey Billups ran to the Celtics' side to warm up the halftime as soon as he arrived at the court and said hello.

"I'm just following the gangster, No, this hasn't been removed yet." Ace pointed at the bandages on his forehead. Yes, this was all tied to him before leaving the locker room. It's called "acting a whole set of shows." Of course, if Ace, the surprise soldier, still lost the game today, their face would be greatly lost.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so miserable at this party, and I didn't see you in the game," said Billups.

"It's okay. If you want to apologize, why don't you be having a party tonight? This is your territory," said Ace.

"No problem, my people here are absolutely safe and will not be followed by those paparazzi. By the way, Avril didn't come this time. Should I introduce you to a hot girl?" Billups said in a low voice.

"I think it's just that she didn't get the tickets, so she could only watch the competition in the hotel," Ace said.

"Damn it, why don't you call me? I'll help you with one on the team. Besides, based on your name, even if you ask the team for a ticket, I think the team will give it to you," said Billups.

"Stop talking about this being useless. So what can I do when I come? I can't do it. I don't watch it anywhere, and my agent is with her," said Ace.

"Hi, Ace, your eyes are fine." The two of them were talking when they heard Hamilton coming over and asking.

"It's okay, it's just a bottle of glass scratched. By the way, Changxi said that the party will continue to be held after the game tonight, and will it come," Ace said.

"Okay, but you can't drink this time," Hamilton said, pointing to the bandage on his head.

"Boy, wait for me to get it done, it's not a problem for you to drink all of you."

As the three of them chatted, the other players who were familiar with each other began to chat. After all, the players of the two teams were also very familiar. After drinking another drink, they were still very enthusiastic. In Pierce's words, friendship is the first, but the second in the competition is the second.

"Ace, fuck them tonight, and then ask them to go out for a party, and make them feel a little frustrated," Pierce said in a low voice as he pulled Ace.

"You are so bad, but Chauncey said there was something hidden." Ace also conspired in a low voice.

"There are no cats that don't steal fishy food. Let's talk about it when you win the game. Damn it, let them taste the anger of the fans." Pierce finished speaking and ran to shoot and practice.

Ace looked at Pierce speechlessly. This guy is really weird. Well, the world is dangerous. Who knows if the reporter contacted him again?

After the last warm-up, the players on both sides returned to the locker room, and Sanders had already arranged everything that could be arranged, but it was not said that Ace suddenly participated in the competition, it was just a surprise. If there were any variables in this game, he could only be him.

"Coach?" As the captain of the team, Chauncey Billups, looked at the coach who was sitting there without saying a word, and called out, and no matter how he said, he had to arrange the final tactics or remind him.

"Oh, just fight according to the original tactics. If Ace is on the court, he will be limited according to the training." Sanders finally reminded the players for insurance. For the sake of the Celtics without Ace, there is nothing in Sanders' eyes. One game is the result, but with Ace, a three-point killer, no coach is scared.

On the other side of the locker room, in the Celtics' lounge, Doug Rivers has made the final arrangements. As for whether it can be done, it depends on the players' performance. If he loses again, he will not have the confidence to have a Jedi turnaround battle.

When the players of the two teams appeared, Sanders, who was sitting in the rest area, breathed a sigh of relief. The point guard was Rajon Rondo, a rookie rookie. He could still play in the regular season, but in the playoffs, Billups could completely limit him to death. He then secretly looked at Ace, who was sitting on the other side, with a bandage wrapped in his head and wearing a sports uniform, and had no intention of going off the field at all. He felt a big stone in his heart.

In Sanders's view, if Ace wants to play, at least she has to be with a team doctor around her to avoid being injured twice on the court. However, looking at Ace like this, she can't even think about her ability to play, and she also adds confidence in being able to enter the finals this time.

After the referee's whistle blew, Garnett and Wallace jumped at the same time. Today's Garnett, no, it should be said that the entire Celtics are fighting against each other. Knowing the seriousness of the game and working harder, this is his first jump win in the jump between Garnett and Wallace. Of course, the data cannot explain anything. If the coaches and others on the field do not specifically remind you, they will not know.

Pierce got the basketball right away, stabilized for a while, and handed it over to his younger brother Rondo.

"Didn't Ace say he can play? Why didn't he start?" Avril, who was lying on the sofa and holding popcorn, turned his head and looked at Anne.

"I don't know, is the team doctor not allowed?" Annie was also very surprised. As Ace said before the game, he told the coach that he would be the main force today, and Annie was also confused. "Look, maybe it will be played in a while."

Avril looked at Anne saying this and could only continue watching the boring game.

Rondo was very confused. Not only him, but also the five people in the entire game were also confused. They played for 7 minutes, but they didn't have a chance to die. The opponent did not foul, or made a mistake. Do they have to take the initiative to foul?

"I'll do it" Pierce also noticed Rondo's awkwardness, because the current tactics are completely for Ace to lead, but Rondo is still too immature. He just falls into the inside line according to his usual style of play, or passes it to Pierce to make him break through. However, the teams are running in a plan according to Doug Rivers, which is extremely uncomfortable now, especially Tony Allen, a defensive shooting guard who can't catch up now, and he doesn't play Hamilton's point, which makes him extremely unpresented.

Rondo heard that the boss was going to take the initiative to foul, so he quickly stopped him, "I'm here, it doesn't matter if I'm a substitute."

"Stop talking, who said you must be blown by the whistle?" Pierce ran forward after saying that. Rondo had no choice but to control the ball and slowly brought it to the frontcourt. He just saw that Pierce and Prince had just gotten into contact, and the movement was a bit big.

"Pierce" fell to the ground, and Prince looked at Pierce who was lying on the ground with surprise. He swore that it was just a physical collision within the rules, but when he was lying on the ground, Pierce covered her ankles and screamed, thinking that this was not a football field, it was a fake fall.

The referee called a timeout helplessly. Of course, this timeout was directly used to suspend the advertisement for the half-court. There was nothing we could do about the player being injured. Sanders, who was sitting in the rest area, really wanted to jump up and clap his hands, and looked at Pierce being carried down by a stretcher. Without Pierce, without Ace, the two guys, close to Garnett, the Pistons could swallow him alive.

After slow motion, Pierce and Prince did have some collisions, but after watching back and forth, Pierce accidentally fell down and saw some slight twist on his ankle. Seeing the scene here, the fans of the entire Auburn Mountain Palace Arena cheered. They also understood that if Pierce's Celtics were gone, it would be a completely replica of the Timberwolves.

"Uh, this is not true." Avril, who was sitting on the sofa, also raised his spirits and looked at the TV. She followed Ace and knew basketball well, which made him at a loss.

Anne also deeply stated that this was simply terrible.

Pierce's acting skills completely deceived everyone. Even Rondo, who knew in advance, was frightened by this. Even if he applied for a technical foul, he would not let Pierce go astray.

Doug Rivers immediately appeared next to the stretcher and anxiously asked about the team doctor's condition.

The team doctor looked at Doug Riffles helplessly. He was really hard to speak. When he lifted it down, he was already hinted by Pierce. But now there is a reporter next to him. He can't say that he was a fake fall. He would be sued for the league when he was fined. If the suspension is small, he will play a big game.

"Oh, this." Doug Rives looked at the team doctor with a constipation. It was really a mess. He originally wanted to use Ace to attack, but who knew that there was one missing player on the court.

"It should be nothing, the bones are fine." The team doctor felt that the head coach seemed to misunderstand what he meant, and explained.

"Can you do it?" Doug Rivers asked hurriedly.

"Well, put some bandages," the team doctor said, and began to bandage Pierce's feet with his colleagues. Pierce, who was lying on the floor, thought, "Anyway, he was doing a full set of shows, so he just pretended to wear one more sock."

When Doug Rivers squatted beside Pierce, he looked at Pierce and was gently pinched by the other party when he looked at him with a weird look. He understood that this was a timeout, and it was a timeout for the referee. Thinking about it, Pierce had been struggling in the league for many years, and he knew about this kind of thing, but he still glared at him fiercely, which made him startled.

Originally, Sanders was still sitting on the bench and gloating about Pierce's injury. When he took a casual look at the side, he looked at the team doctor next to Ace who was sitting in the chair and was helping him remove the bandage.

At this time, the director also saw Tom, who was removing the bandage, sitting in the comment seat, looking at the scene sent by the director, and laughed, "Is there nothing our Mr. Doug Rivers can do? Have you given up all the patients?"

Just when Tom wanted to mock the Celtics, the timeout was over. Looking at Ace in the mask and Pierce returned to the court, which not only made Tom Jerry in the commentary seat speechless, but Sanders was also particularly helpless.

'Did Pierce just pretend to fall and cheat the timeout, which means they have always wanted to make Ace's court?' The more Sanders thought about it, the more he became, the more he was wrong. He quickly turned around and asked his assistant, "Is there a chance to die so far?"

"There is only one ad pause just now," the assistant said.

"Damn it," Sanders cursed, and ignored his assistant, hoping that the players on the field would block the outside line according to his pre-arranged tactics. But he could no longer tolerate what he was saying, because the players were already on the field at this time.

"Is this Pierce forced a game with an injury? Ace made the same choice? If so, I admire their professional ethics very much, but it will cause great harm to your future." Tom sat in the comment seat and called.

"I think the players will definitely sue someone in the league afterwards, which is hurting the player's basketball life," Jerry also called out.

"Two idiots" Sanders had already seen it. It must have been Pierce's fake fall just now, and the mask was prepared in advance. If it was an accident, how could Ace be allowed to play? Sanders looked at the small waterproof tape under the Ace bandage and proved his guess. He wanted to call a timeout, but he couldn't to do so. It would be bad if he finished calling a few timeouts. It would be better to see how the players on the field played.

"Anne, Ace is on the scene, look, but his mask is so ugly," Avril called while sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, yes, if you match your bow bandage, it would be much more beautiful," Annie also said with a funny look.

"Do you think so too? Well, I still want to quit the entertainment industry and do business in the future. Now I have decided to be a designer," Avril said seriously.

"Are you a designer? OK, I have no objection." Annie said speechlessly and began to pay attention to the competition, because he was very concerned that if there was a problem with Ace's wound, it would be a disaster.

409-The Green Shirts Are Fighting in the Way
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