basketball never sleeps

Chapter 156 At least he tried hard (Second update, please leave tomorrow morning)

The basketball fell into the net, and the next second the entire Conseco Arena echoed with lamentations.

Reggie Miller, who was shaken away, helped him as if he had been hit hard on the head. He looked at the red light with blank eyes. The basket net that fell after flying was just like his mood at the moment. His original resolute expression also changed.

It became helpless.

Bird on the sidelines let out a long breath and tugged hard on his somewhat deformed tie.

Turning to look at Mo Wen, there was no appreciation in his eyes, only hatred.

His honey, my arsenic.

After scoring the goal, Mo Wen did not celebrate, and his facial expression did not even change. It was as if he had scored a regular goal. He just stood quietly and looked around to admire the reaction of the Pacers fans.

Frustrated, surprised, confused, sad, angry...

At this moment, these home fans are like taking over from Sisyphus pushing the rolling stone up the mountain.

Although they were just sitting in their seats watching the game, many of them felt more tired than the players fighting on the field.

If you give this kind of ball to someone else, he may be able to play it for a lifetime, but if you play too many games, the value of this thing will depreciate.

But the explosion of an entire team.

An indescribable feeling of depression, irritability, and sadness permeated the home team's locker room.

···

The rest time passed by in a flash.

"Let me play a few more times in the second half, Mr. Carlisle."

And the more you know what he has done for this team, the harder it is to accept that he can retire so cleanly.

"Aha, are you ready to pack your things now? There is still a game to play. If you don't play, I will deduct your salary."

After halftime, the two teams returned to their respective locker rooms.

If he wins, he can still retain the right to dream. If he loses, he can prepare his retirement speech just like Barkley said.

Holding an unlit cigar in his mouth, Bird came up behind Miller at some point.

Bang--

"Listen to the coach's arrangements. No matter what, now is not the time to act recklessly."

"······"

He looked at the trophy that was already dimmed by dust, and then at his empty hands.

Today's walkers stand on the edge of the cliff with only half a foot left, and they can only choose to fight with their last legs.

But unexpectedly, just when he was showing off his nimble hands and squeezing Foster out of the way to try to shoot, O'Neill's shot was also blocked.

Of course, there are more than one trophy in his basketball career, but they were all won in high school, college and the national team. In the NBA, he really only has this one trophy, the legendary best-of-the-month trophy that Danzi is too lazy to put out.

, he has never received one in his 18-year career.

He really hopes that the NBA's dress code will be stricter, preferably by forcing players to wear chastity pants during games.

But seeing Xiao Ao blocking him, Artest's original anxiety and unwillingness turned directly into anger, which was written on his face.

It is normal for a single player's status to fluctuate greatly in a game. The most classic example is that Miller, who scored 10 points in the half, mocked his 4-point scorer. As a result, he woke up "Black Jesus" and beat him in the second half.

Got a 40:2.

Miller pointed at his head: "There's nothing to take away. I couldn't leave anything behind. All that can be taken away is already in my head."

"I wonder how others will evaluate my career when they see this empty honor stand?"

Bird chuckled, walked forward to him, put his arms around his shoulders, and started admiring it with him.

The brisk chat content did not make the players feel relaxed at all, but made them feel blocked in their hearts.

Miller's reputation from the outside world is not good, but within the team, he can be regarded as a qualified big brother.

"I···"

"This trophy... is old, don't take it away. Get a new one this year, take the new one away later, and keep the old one. What do you think?"

Quietly, he came to one side of the two of them, and Carlisle lowered his voice and joined in.

Below are a few spare pairs of sneakers, souvenirs ordered by the team in unknown years, and some worthless small items given by fans. Perhaps he can recall a certain time from these scattered items.

some past events, so they have not been cleared away.

He has been selected to the best third team a few times, but this thing is the same as being a substitute for several All-Stars, it is just a name.

Although I had a premonition that the Pacers would definitely be anxious in the second half, the violent momentum they showed still made Mo Wen feel surprised.

"When I get a chance, I will pass the ball. But..."

Bill Walton, who was in charge of commentating this game, was not joking. Mo Wen's calm look really gave him goosebumps.

Their voices were not loud, but it was not difficult to hear them in the quiet locker room.

Artest put on a stiff, flattering expression, poked Carlisle, and whispered.

Including the Pacers players and fans who saw this scene, there was also a hint of fear in their hearts.

Although the masseur was already in place, Mo Wen still paid full respect to the black elbow bathed in the "god's" blood.

"Aren't you going to take something with you?" Bird asked.

Staring at each other for a few seconds, perhaps feeling each other's determination to win the game, Artest followed O's hand and took his hand, and sat down next to him with some dissatisfaction.

Photos with his sister, commemorative photos from high school and college, and photos of the Pacers at various times.

He has participated in the three-point contest 5 times, but unfortunately, every time he was a bit unlucky.

"He is relieved, but I am not. Can you tell me your plans?"

Looking at every detail of his first half of life, a smile of reminiscence appeared on his face.

There isn't much in the whole cabinet.

After a while, seeing that Carlisle was still deep in thought and speechless, O'Neill kicked Artest's sneakers, leaned his head slightly over, and spoke in a low voice.

The Heat had nothing to say. After Fan thanked his "savior" in front of everyone, he pulled Wade and O'Fay aside and "asked" them about the reason for their malaise.

"I've said it before, don't worry, I won't do anything random!" Artest ignored the previous conflict with Xiao Ao and immediately promised loudly, patting his chest.

Bird and Miller's laughter from time to time made the Pacers players feel quite harsh.

"I heard from the boss that you have been using this cabinet for more than ten years. Do you want me to dismantle it and deliver it to your home?"

After hearing this, Miller was silent for a while, then raised his head and replied:

Seeing that Carlisle didn't speak, he became a little anxious.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself and I will never fight randomly. Just give me a chance. I feel I can do it!"

There are also some spare clothes stored in the cabinet on one side, and the color behind the cabinet door is rich, and the densely packed photos are all pasted.

"Stop talking." Xiao Ao next to him stopped him directly.

"Fuck you." Miller laughed and scolded, "Are you planning to clean up everything after I leave? You have to let me leave some traces here, right?"

Before he could think about what kind of medicine the Pacers were selling, Artest, who was swinging his arms and elbows, approached Mo Wen head-on without thinking.

After patting Miller twice on the shoulder, Larry Bird said very naturally. The situation was obviously not particularly good, but the confidence in Bird's words did not diminish.

"Coach me..."

"Fake, why didn't I see before that you could be so vicious? I just want to retire peacefully, but you want me to keep my life here."

He is also nervous because if nothing happens, his career will be decided after the second half.

As the leader of the locker room, Miller originally wanted to stand up and say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what words to start with.

But Mo Wen has played many last-ditch games, and the momentum they showed in the second half is extremely rare in thousands of dungeons.

He recognizes Artest's defense, because defense does not require any touch or muscle memory, but offense..., it is not like he has not shown his offensive strength in the first two games.

"Mo passed Miller and hit a long three-pointer at the buzzer! God, this is really a desperate shot. The Heat evened the point difference at the end of the half. This is what we call the Heat.

The reason for our strength is that superstars can stand up at every critical moment."

"Ha, you're not Bird, tell me, is it Angie or Riley under your mask? Or are you saying that you can't help it after so many years of acting?"

However, Mo Wen's mediocrity did not last long.

Miller's emotions that had been brewing for a long time were completely shattered by Bird's words.

In the Pacers' locker room, Carlisle and his coaching team commented on the performance of the players in the first half, and after explaining the arrangements for the second half, the atmosphere in the locker room returned to silence.

"Of course, if you can take that away, it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep my life."

Seeing that Artest still wanted to fight for it, Carlisle frowned and quickly signaled him to stop talking. He couldn't impulsively take risks because of Artest's words at such an important time. No matter what he said, he had to let him think about it.

He did not speak, but walked to his locker, opened the upper and lower cabinet doors, and looked at the traces left by 18 years, as if he was examining his own career.

This casual buzzer-beating shot and his calm performance afterwards, what the hell, is this a movie?

Mo Wen didn't suppress his inner emotions specifically for the sake of filling the cup. It was just a half-time kill. This kind of pebble really couldn't stir up much excitement in his heart.

"Oh ho ho, look, what's Mona's expression like? Brother, smile, you scored at the buzzer, do you know you look scary like this? When did the air conditioner in our studio turn off, how do I feel?

Is it so cold?”

Soon other excited Heat players surrounded him, bumping into each other, hugging, and yelling to vent their inner excitement.

Carlisle, who had just figured out how to arrange Artest's possession of the ball, ran into the "loud conspiracy" Artest and O'Brien before he could say anything.

After being punished, Ao Pang came back and wanted to show off his strength by fighting for two rounds.

Is Da Fan really angry? He just won two home games and he can't hold it anymore?

This is not basketball.

This is the first time in three games that Xiao Ou has blocked Ou Pang.

Just like college students will not feel very happy just because they got full marks in the exams of high school, junior high school, and elementary school.

He is lucky. The teammates in the photo have come and gone, but he is the only one lucky enough to stay on the team.

The game started again, and the Heat, who thought they could gain the same advantage as in the second quarter, suffered a head-on blow in the first round of the game.

The two people behind were talking to each other like old men in the park about Miller's life after retirement.

Then when he returned to the defensive end, Mo Wen, who thought he could continue paddling, saw Artest actually receiving the ball.

The top cabinet was relatively empty, with only one trophy, which was the Eastern Conference Championship trophy after the Pacers won the Eastern Conference Finals in 2000. It was also the only trophy he won during his career with the Pacers.

But this time, Xiao Ao, who had red eyes, had no intention of arguing with him as usual.

Desolate? Maybe, at least he tried hard.

However, seeing that the referee did not care, Mo Wen also unlocked the seal and arranged a "large-scale welfare gift" for Artest.

But Artest endured the damage and hit the basket. Before Haslem returned to defense, he missed Mo Wen and completed a layup.

However, this is only the beginning.

If you have time, please give me a score of 1~10.

I'll leave this update for tonight. I stayed up until 6 a.m. last night to update, and I didn't wake up until after 4 p.m. this afternoon. My biological clock is completely rotten. I set the alarm clock and woke up early tomorrow morning. I should be able to update before 10:30 a.m., so the morning update counts.

Today, there will be two more updates tomorrow.

(End of chapter)