9–2!
The cheers at the arena had become unstoppable.
Not only had China Team delivered a perfect start, but Bogut, who had talked the biggest game before the match, was now the most miserable man on the court!
No matter how good someone was at talking trash, it could not withstand a slap from reality.
No matter how big the boast, getting slapped in the face still hurt!
Australia Team was on offense, and Bogut received the ball in the frontcourt to move it along.
Boos erupted from the stands again, overwhelming the arena.
That was absolutely NBA "superstar"-level treatment.
Bogut's expression turned ugly. He had already had enough of these Chinese Fans.
Mills ran over, and Bogut passed him the ball before turning and taking small steps to set a stationary screen.
The screen was solid, giving Mills a mismatch against Shen Zijie.
But the referee's whistle sounded immediately.
The official signaled a Moving Screen.
Bogut immediately jumped up, then rushed in front of the referee and berated him loudly.
The referee who made the call was an ethnic Chinese official from Indonesia.
"What the fuck are you calling? Are you giving them a Home Court Whistle? You Asian bitch, what the fuck are you calling?!"
Clearly, the string of events after tip-off, along with the gap between his expectations and reality, had caused him to lose control of his emotions.
That Moving Screen had been the breaking point. After losing control, he even blurted out the words buried deepest in his heart.
Beep!
The referee reacted quickly and immediately signaled a Technical Foul.
Bogut still wanted to keep going, but Mills and Ingles rushed over and dragged him away.
"Calm down, Andrew!"
Mills even shouted at Bogut.
Australia Team had gotten off to a poor start, and what