After Artest bulldozed past George and attacked the basket for a score, he successfully defended on one possession and scored on another.
He immediately looked toward the stands behind his team's bench again, raised his chin, and told the fans who had mocked him just now,
"I haven't gotten weaker. I just don't need to score."
George charged toward the referee, spreading his hands as he complained.
The referee ignored him.
It wasn't that he encouraged elbowing. Artest's elbow had come from such a tricky angle that the referee simply hadn't seen it.
Since he hadn't noticed it, Artest's play had indeed been a beautiful offensive move.
Seeing how hard Artest was attacking and how much damage he was doing, Paul continued creating opportunities for him on the next possession.
Artest hadn't planned to attack much.
But after scoring on that last possession and hearing quite a few fans cheer for him, his fighting spirit rose as well.
One or two more possessions should be fine, right?
With that thought in mind, Artest continued attacking with the ball, continued elbowing George, continued using his elbows to clear the way as he charged at the basket.
This attack?
It went in again.
More importantly, the referee still didn't call anything.
Artest's elbow strikes really came from tricky angles. It seemed someone on the team had given him expert guidance.
George grew increasingly unhappy. He had been elbowed repeatedly, watched his opponent score, and yet the referee remained unmoved.
He was furious, practically jumping with rage. Following the example of certain people, he once again wildly spread his hands and complained to the referee.
Not only did the referee ignore him, he even warned George.
He indicated that if George kept speaking to him that loudly, he would call a technical foul.