basketball never sleeps

Chapter 184 Goodbye, San Antonio bastards! (Ten thousand!)

Author: I feel restless while bathing

Chapter 184 Goodbye, San Antonio bastards! (Ten thousand!)

Wade looked at the two people in front of him with tears in his eyes on the hospital bed.

"Can I really not go back? The doctor clearly said that I can still play after two injections."

Mo Wen and Ao Pang both rolled their eyes.

"You can play, but you can't fight, you can run, but you can't start violently, and you risk your career just to hear those fans booing twice. What the hell are you thinking?"

"But...this is the finals!"

Wade still wants to fight for it.

After finally working hard to get here, he didn't want to watch his teammates fighting and enjoying themselves on the field, while he could only lie in the ward like a waste and look at the ceiling.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to miss the moment of winning the cup!

The two bastards in front of him have been talking about championships and rings for a year. He also wants to experience what success feels like.

"You are only in the second grade and you are so young. Why are you so anxious? Besides, the three of us can win the championship together next year?" O'Fatty took out a banana from the fruit basket next to him, peeled it open and then forcefully stabbed it into Wade's mouth.

"Don't worry, brothers will leave a place for you on the trophy."

Wade: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"What is he talking about?" Ao Pang asked a little confused.

"You must win the championship in the end?" Mo Wen said with some uncertainty.

Wade nodded, but just in time to swallow, he almost choked.

"Of course, if you can't trust Mo Qian, why don't you trust Shaq? Just rest easy and wait until we bring the championship ring to see you." Shaq patted his chest.

Mo Wen & Wade:......

It was confirmed that Duncan would not be able to play later. O'Neal was quite confident in his performance in G4.

His performance in the last quarter of the last game said it all. As long as he doesn't get cut off, the other Spurs insiders are just toys in front of him.

As for being cut off...he has practiced free throws in the past two days, so it's not a big problem.

Although in outside discussions, most people think that Mo Wen, who has won three MVPs, will become the first international player to win FMVP in history.

But it's not that there are no voices supporting the "Shark". After all, his dominance besides free throws is still visible to the naked eye.

If he doesn't score 50 points in the FMVP in the next game or Mo Wen suddenly loses his form and the Heat continue to lose, it probably won't fall on him, but in what capacity he will give up the FMVP, which is also relevant.

Where his face lies.

Since May of 2005, an influenza of unknown origin has been prevalent throughout the country.

Unlike in the past, where the elderly and the weak were the main susceptible groups, this time the influenza mainly infects young adults, and the infection rate among men who love sports is particularly high.

Finally, on June 16, an ordinary Thursday, the "pandemic flu" of unknown origin reached its peak, and employees in various schools, units and companies were unable to come to work because of the flu.

The strange thing is that the hospital that issued a large number of sick leave certificates did not receive many patients. On the contrary, many patients who were originally hospitalized chose to be discharged from the hospital today and go home to deal with chores.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Internet cafes and restaurants with TVs were occupied by a group of "patients."

Director Zhang, Sun Zhengping and Xu Jicheng were still spending time in the studio, and at the pre-game press conference on the other side of the ocean, Popovich also expressed his stance firmly to the reporters.

"We will not just admit defeat, we will do everything possible to stop this group of despicable and unscrupulous people! No matter what, we will not forgive or give in!"

After talking about it, Popovich even patted the table in response to the situation.

He created the illusion of a fighter, but except for local reporters in San Antonio, the media in other areas did not buy it.

On the other hand, Da Fan's humble and peaceful attitude has won the favor of many media.

Needless to say, the basketball atmosphere in San Antonio is still good. Even though Duncan is absent and victory is hopeless, the sidelines are still full of spectators.

You can say they are waiting for death, or you can say they are waiting for a miracle.

The still loud cheers, the banners and cardboard waving on the sidelines, and the boos towards Stern and the fleeting O'Brien Trophy all showed that they had not given up on this team.

The fans have not given up, and the Spurs certainly will not give up either.

The current situation could not be worse, but it is not completely hopeless.

Without Duncan, the Spurs can only make fuss around the two perimeters.

Popovich chose to go crazy. He followed the Suns' experience and put together a pirated run-and-gun lineup——

Parker, Ginobili, Brent Barry, Robert Horry, Nazr.

Three players who can hit the fast break plus two three-point shooters.

As soon as this lineup was put out, many experts who watched the game felt that the Spurs had given up. The heaviest player on the team was Nazr, who weighed 105 kilograms.

O'Fatty laughed after seeing the Spurs' ranking and formation. You have a limit when you look down on people, right?

How brave you dare to play like this!

At the kick-off, O'Brien won the ball for the first time in this year's finals.

It was a bit surprising. Other Heat players didn't expect it and couldn't put the tactics into action in the first place.

But it doesn’t matter. Haslem screened Mo Wen in the high post and then cut inside, attracting Horry’s defense. Mo Wen seized the opportunity to pass the ball to O’Pang. After O’Pang received the ball, he arched his butt and squeezed away easily.

Nazr scored with a small hook shot.

Before O'Pang could be happy, the Spurs had already launched a counterattack from the bottom line.

Traveling lightly, what they played today was speed.

Barry and Horry have average physical fitness and are not very fast in counterattack, but they make up for a certain speed problem without worrying about rebounds.

The Heat did not let Lu coach him in the starting lineup, and Damon Jones failed to keep up with Parker. Amid the exciting cheers of the fans on the sidelines, Parker frequently stepped on his short legs and rushed into the empty Heat penalty area and easily scored the ball.

O'Pang, who was at the bottom of the lineup, didn't feel anything at all. He was even a little happy because he couldn't turn back and run the whole game.

Back again, facing Ginobili's defense, Mo Wen found an opportunity with just a few moves, broke into the penalty area, and before Horry and Nazr could return to defense, he used a throw to hit the ball.

Delivered to Ao Pang's hands.

Mo Wen's thinking was also very clear. Since the Spurs gave him a chance, he couldn't leave the loophole unused.

If the Spurs want to rely on fast breaks to compete with O'Fatty, they can give it a try.

The sharks went out to sea and set off huge waves, but the remaining Spurs showed their strong discipline.

Like a clockwork machine, the Spurs counterattacked again.

Damon Jones, who had been well prepared, did not save his energy this time and tried his best to keep up with Parker. His efforts to interfere and force him did not stop Parker's determination to move forward.

As the player with the least talent and the most scolding in the GDP group, his ability to withstand pressure is actually far stronger than his seemingly thin body. He can't ignore Wade or Mo Wen, but for someone like Damon Jones

He is not afraid of guys with mediocre talents.

Gritting his teeth and facing the confrontation, Parker used his specialty floater and hit the board before going out of bounds.

The referee blows the whistle and the thugs add penalties.

Amid the cheers of the fans on the sidelines, Parker excitedly tugged on his jersey for the camera.

"Parker is very excited today. The Heat are missing Wade. Speedy players like Parker finally have a chance. Coach Popovich's adjustment idea is right. If they can persist, there may be a miracle in this game."

Happened." Buckley explained impartially.

Da Fan on the sidelines glanced at Mo Wen with a questioning look, but Mo Wen shook his head and had no intention of suspending substitutions.

Again, as long as the players are focused enough, fast breaks cannot be successful in every round, and running and gunning under high pressure cannot kill anyone.

Back again, Mo Wen's breakthrough was double-teamed by Xiao BaLi.

In full view of everyone, Mo Wen performed a void dribble for everyone - the ball was passed out by him covertly, but Ginobili and Barry were still attracted by his dribbling.

The close-up photographer was confused. Did he just see the ball being passed? Why are these three people still entangled in the high position?

When he followed his line of sight and moved the camera to Rasul who was taking off, the ball had already been thrown from Rasul's hands.

Mo Wen showed a naughty smile in the camera, and the photographer suddenly had the urge to throw the camera at Mo Wen.

Even outside the camera, he can feel the strong grip of his toes.

"Where's the ball?... Rasul threw it! Oops, it's amazing. I don't know when Mo Wen passed the ball. It's so unpredictable. The photographers were fooled by him and took everyone to watch Mo Wen's airlift.

Here!" Director Zhang turned the blame on the photographer without a blushing face or a heartbeat.

"This is a superstar. He dares to enjoy basketball even when the finals are so tense and important!"

The TNT studio was bursting with laughter at the moment.

"Moji, if this ball is given to you, can you produce this effect?" Kenny Smith asked with a smile.

The magician shook his head in admiration, "No! No! No! I can only deceive the camera when there is a ball, but I can't trick everyone like Mo to watch his mime show without props."

The far-end camera slowed down, and only after getting angry did he see clearly how Mo Wen missed the ball to Rasul - before the double-team came, he dribbled the ball under his crotch and did not catch the ball with his other hand.

During the confrontation, he quickly threw the ball over the crotch of the minibus.

Rasul was also very focused and picked up the basketball before it hit the ground without making any unnecessary noise.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand to protect the ball and connected with his hips, lowering his center of gravity to block the two people's vision. By the time the two realized something was wrong, Rasul, who was behind Minibari, had already completed the mortar.

erection work.

When David Stern looked at Mo Wen's naughty smile and cynical eyes on the big screen above his head, he almost fell.

Don't get me wrong, as he is getting older, he no longer has those worldly desires. The so-called fall is only aimed at Yu Mowen's commercial value.

Why isn’t Mo an American?!

No matter the yellow skin, with this face, with his elegant and eccentric playing style, and with Mo Wen's clean image off the court, he is still willing to push Mo Wen to the number one position in the league.

To surpass Jordan in one championship is not enough, but when the Heat win another championship next year and surpass Jordan in three championships, wouldn't that be a natural thing?

But it's a pity that Mo Wen is an international player and an international player from a big country.

The country behind him destined him to be unable to be transformed.

Because Mo Wen is no longer just a good basketball player, to put it bluntly, Mo Wen is now a business card, and it is the business card that China can best obtain.

Even if Mo Wen didn't have as complicated a background as Wang Zhizhi, it was destined that he would never be released.

Moreover, Mo Wen's economic value also determines that the team behind him will not allow him to make such a stupid move.

The US market has very high consumption power but is geared towards NBA stars, but the Chinese market is almost monopolized by one person, Mo Wen!

According to the information collected by NBA China and Nike, Mo Wen has crushed Yao Ming in popularity since the start of this year's playoffs.

Even Yao Ming’s home base, the Magic City, has had Mo Wen’s headlines in ten consecutive pages recently.

But the NBA’s biggest market is the United States after all. It’s a bit embarrassing to think about a foreigner becoming the top player in the NBA.

Seeing the other side jumping up to applaud Mo Wen for LeBron, Stern sighed.

Mo Wen was not hurt, he really didn't know how to praise Liubu Lang over Mo Wen.

It has been two years since he entered the league, and he still can't see any improvement in this kid's other skills except basic passing and control.

The emperor's talent has been boasted for two years. It would be okay without Mo Wen. With Mo Wen here to compare, how many more years can he boast?

As for Kobe...

He wants to praise him, but one problem is his "handsome and dashing" image, and the other is that O'Neal winning again this year will affect Kobe's status in the eyes of the public.

Without Kobe, O'Neal was still a champion with two sophomores. But without O'Neal, Kobe, who was in eighth grade, couldn't even make it to the playoffs. How do you tell him to clean up?

If possible, he really wanted to build a soul-swapping device to swap the souls of Kobe and LeBron.

LeBron's body, Kobe's soul - this...isn't this the essence!

Hey, it’s the 1002nd day of missing Danzi.

···

On the court, O'Neal once again tortured Nazir like he was on a blind date.

Do you have weight (cun ​​kuan)?

Do you have height(fang zi)?

Do you have the strength (che zi)?

Are you equipped to defend me?

In just 9 minutes, he scored 14 points and contributed 5 assists to Mowen.

But unlike in the past, although his efficient scoring gave the Heat a 4-point lead, his physical energy was also quickly consumed in the high-speed transition rounds.

Although the high-speed back-and-forth thrusts brought him full stimulation and excitement, the same position too many times made him somewhat numb.

The expected shark chop was gone, and he had no rest time. His physical fitness was exhausted, and his leg injury was also overwhelming.

He can only use slower and slower steps to show his old age to the public.

Sensing Mo Wen's concerned and questioning gaze, Shark couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart: "You are born and I am old."

It would be great if I could meet him earlier.

"Shaq, you are not trying to steal the Finals MVP from me. I am telling you now, no way, I will let Alonzo replace you right now!"

Mo Wen slowed down and patted O'Neal on the shoulder in a funny tone.

"Oh, if you want to get the FMVP, you have to get it yourself. I gave that little snake a chance before. If he can't grab it, can I give it to him for free?"

O'Neill picked up the tune and replied.

As soon as the snake was mentioned, Ao Pang suddenly thought that he could no longer hold on.

Otherwise, if he overturns at the end of the game, might he be laughed to death by that kid?

Although the two had lost contact, he could still imagine the ugly face of that guy.

Gan!

He took the initiative to call a timeout.

Then he told the referee and Da Fan that Mo Wen had nothing to say.

Mo Wen:···

Seeing Mourning come in, everyone in the Spurs was shocked.

You must know that O'Neal usually plays the entire first quarter. Today, when Wade is away and O'Neal needs to step up, O'Neal only played 9 minutes and left the game. What does this mean?

Before the game, Popovich decided on a strategy of targeting O'Neal first and then trying to silence him. Now it seems that his plan has been half successful!

Next, as long as they can hold Mo Wen to death, their comeback plan will come true!

The second step of this plan seems much simpler. After all, Mo Wen is just one person, and Manu and Parker are two people!

Two against one, the advantage is mine!

"FMVP, you are thinking too early! You should think about how to explain to reporters when you are overturned!"

Ginobili, who heard something just now, came up to Mo Wen and started talking trash.

"Can you tell me what gives you such confidence?"

He wiped a handful of thin beads of sweat from his head, and before Mo Wen could blow his breath, the sweat was about to dry up.

"Maybe it's the confidence that comes from being an Olympic champion?"

The Argentinian said very aggressively.

Mo Wen choked and laughed angrily.

The Olympic semi-final game was the most disgusting game he played in real life.

Even thinking about it now makes me sick.

The men's basketball team had too little talent reserve at that time. Otherwise, if they had made it to the finals, they would have had a chance to beat Argentina and create a miracle!

"Hahahaha, Dan, you have successfully brought back bad memories for me, Manu, so I'm sorry that I can't give you any dignity."

"Then let's see who can persist to the end!"

As he spoke, Ginobili reached for the basketball.

Mo Wen blocked Ginobili with an elbow. After dribbling from his hip and shifting his center of gravity to one side, he turned around with a smart hanging ball, bypassing Ginobili's defense and heading straight to the basket.

Horry saw this and quickly retreated.

When he saw that the person coming was Mo Wen, he also started to worry about it and planned to continue the great cause that he had not completed yesterday.

But Mo Wen, who was rarely angry, did not choose the difficult layup as usual, but rushed straight over.

Seeing Horry's choice of position, he could tell that Horry had something on his mind. It just so happened that he still had some bills to collect, and he was in a bad mood today, so he simply collected them.

"Mo turned around and succeeded in breaking through. Horry returned to defense. How did he fight?... Fak! Violent dunk. Mo Wen chose to dunk! He dunked Horry directly!" The commentator on the scene watched as he flew two meters away.

Horry shouted loudly.

Horry, who fell to the ground, squeezed his painful thigh and shouted to the referee for a foul.

"He took a knee, he was committing a flagrant foul!"

"Ha, you are really thick-skinned. You can't pull someone away, but you still have the nerve to commit a foul?" Mo Wen spread his hands towards the referee and linesman, indicating that this guy was the one who committed the foul.

The referee had his own judgment, but out of fairness he still looked at the linesman and asked for her opinion, and the linesman nodded in Mo Wen's direction.

"Mo's moves are very clean. Don't play tricks on me and call someone for a foul. If you do it again, I will call you a technical foul!"

No matter from which angle they look at it, the referee is more willing to believe that Mo Wen looks and "looks" cleaner.

A veteran golfer like Horry is untrustworthy at first glance.

Mo Wen smiled politely towards the referee and the female linesman and nodded.

It has to be said that in games where the president is supervising the game, the whistle is a normal whistle.

Fortunately, the referee kept a cold face and remained professional, but the female linesman grinned without much concealment, which directly made Popovich, who was observing all this, furious.

His vision went dark, and the feeling of slight concussion came back.

He bets that that bitch just looked at Mo Wen's face and forgot to look at Mo Wen's movements. Huo Li is a 100-kilogram insider after all. Even if he gets older and his strength is not as good as Mo Wen's, it won't be the same.

He was knocked back two meters by normal movements.

Seeing Horry limping to his feet, the referee and linesman rolled their eyes.

Act, keep acting!

It was my butt that fell and my thighs were covered. This acting skill was so natural.

Seeing this scene, Popovich couldn't bear his temper and ran to the referee to argue, but the referee will not easily overturn something that has already been concluded.

The president has asked them before that when officiating in the playoffs, the most important thing is to be able to withstand pressure.

Repeatedly that is a sign of incompetence, and a bad referee is better than an incompetent referee.

"For the sake of the finals, let me warn you one last time. Popo, there is no problem with our penalty. We can watch the replay with you during halftime. Now go back to your seat and continue the game!"

"You are just a piece of shit, Fa..."

The referee saw Popovich's mouth shape and subconsciously wanted to blow the whistle, but who could have imagined that before he blew the whistle, Popovich swayed as if he was about to faint.

Damn it, it’s not enough for the players to compete with each other, the head coach doesn’t even want to show his face, why does he come too?

To be honest, he really wanted to blow, but he was really held back by Popovich's hand. When he was about to blow, Popovich fainted. It's really hard to explain.

Fortunately, Popovich only had an intermittent illness. Before he fell, the referee pulled him back to his senses and regained his balance.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to be like this, popo, if you want, I can watch the replay with you now." Resisting his nausea, the referee took Popovich's hand and went to the technical

Go to the stage.

The game was temporarily suspended, and the referee signaled that time and space should be reviewed.

The director on the sidelines also smoothly called up the scenes recorded by several cameras.

"Look here, Mo obviously has a tendency to raise his knees. He is just pushing his knees, making a dangerous move!"

Popovich pointed at a picture and said excitedly.

"Trend of raising the knee? How many more scenes?" The referee frowned and signaled the director to switch the camera.

But the strange thing is that after several cameras, no specific footage of Mo Wen's knees was captured.

On the contrary, Horry's pulling action was clearly photographed.

If Mo Wen hadn't been fast enough, had enough impact, and somehow found balance in the air, maybe he would have been maliciously pulled down by Horry on this shot.

“Is this the knee-raising trend you’re talking about? Ah↑?”

The reasonable referee became more energetic, and his voice rose all the way. Referees are a relatively tyrannical professional group, and they can be stubborn even if they are not being reasonable, but if they are allowed to take advantage of it——

"Jack, put the scene just now on the big screen and let the audience and the fans in front of the TV help find where Mo kneeled?!"

Popovich's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could it not be?

It shouldn’t be!

But a famous marshal is a famous marshal, and he quickly thought of an excuse.

"There are always things that the camera cannot capture. Finding the truth outside the camera is the role that you referees should play."

"Then do you want me to call Fablin (the female lines judge) over for you and talk to you face to face?" the referee said sarcastically.

"I just saw her smiling at Mo, she is just a bitch, what do you think..." Popovich said subconsciously, but he realized something was wrong only halfway through.

The referee showed an expression of surprise and disgust, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying about Bobo?"

"I mean, her actions made me feel biased..."

"Stop talking, I will relay your words to her word for word, and it will also be reflected in today's referee report. Prepare your apology and fine. I will not because of David (Stern)

Let’s hide this nonsense here.” The referee said as he patted Popovich on the shoulder with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Oh, by the way, take care of your players. Next time he does this again, I guarantee he will leave the field before the injured person!"

Popovich wanted to defend himself, but when he raised his head, half of the people on the technical desk looked at him, especially the female statistician, who looked very old but had a tight face without any wrinkles.

Popovich's eyes went dark again, Farke, what a mess.

Europe and the United States are the birthplaces of the women's rights movement. Although they feel that they are lying down for various reasons, that is only at the bottom level. They have very sharp teeth when it comes to public celebrities.

The scene just now was shown on the big screen, and some fans who were still shouting "ref suck!" were speechless.

Well, although it was Hori who flew backwards just now, judging from these pictures, it seems that it was Hori who did malicious and dirty things.

Not everyone can give up the lower limits of life for the sake of victory.

Some Heat fans in the front row booed sparsely, and some educated Spurs fans couldn't help but boo.

Even several people on the Spurs court couldn't help but glance at Horry's limping leg.

I'm not telling you, brother, your performance is too dedicated, right?

Huo Li's eyes kept switching back and forth between the big screen and Mo Wen. He shouldn't have. He clearly felt Mo Wen push his knee just now. Could it be that the pain in his thigh was due to a muscle strain?

After walking across the court, Popovich said nothing, but motioned for Nesterovich to replace Horry.

It would be fine if he was really pushed and sent flying just now. He could not pull the person back firmly and could not protect the frame. It also caused him such a big loss of face and got him into such a big trouble.

Sit back on the bench and wake up!

Mo Wen, who was aroused by emotions, would not stop just because of this dunk.

On the defensive end, he dropped the more energy-saving Barry and took the initiative to find Ginobili.

It was not Mo Wen's purpose to consume him through entangled confrontation.

Steal the ball, steal the ball, steal the ball.

As long as the ball is handed over to Ginobili, Mo Wen will be endlessly entangled in the next second.

In 2 minutes and 5 rounds, Ginobili held the ball 4 times and was intercepted 3 times by Mo Wen.

This crazy move caused the Spurs' originally smooth offensive rhythm to stop immediately.

During this period, the Heat's offense was still focused on the inside, and Mo Wen didn't want to waste all his energy in the front.

Fortunately, Mourning, who felt that he was about to win the championship, was quite active.

A small hook is thrown from the back, and a big fat elbow is thrown from the lever.

It cannot be said that it has perfectly replaced the function of Aopang, but it has almost replaced 80%.

The key is that he is a good rebounder, and after grabbing the rebound, he knows how to pass the ball out first and wait for Mo Wen to pull everyone out before attacking.

Relying on the performance of Mourning and other players, the Heat opened up a 4-point lead in the next 3 minutes.

"Give me a Mo, what the hell is wrong with you!" After the game, Mourning, who scored 6 points and 3 rebounds, arrogantly talked trash to O'Fatty.

"Just, just, give me a Mo..." Leitner opened his mouth and was about to say something, when Mourning and O'Neal both looked over.

"What are you looking at? Mo and I are not strong enough to rule this big-ass alliance?"

"Mo may be able to rule the outside, but you can't rule me." O'Neal snorted coldly.

"That's what I want to say," Mourning said with disdain and a crooked mouth.

"Farke, you two are so good, where is Duncan? You have to rely on me!"

Leitner turned his head away and put on a more disdainful expression than either of them.

···

In the second quarter, Mo Wen took a break, and there was no Big Three on the field, although he... and Da Fan arranged some quite subtle tactics.

But substitute Kenyon Dulin was a little nervous and became a little confused after playing two good tactics.

By the time Mo Wen came on the court again, the point difference had been recovered to 3 points.

But when Brother Mo came up, the situation was reversed; when Brother Mo came up, the Spurs were not even.

Mo Wen pulled Dazhi up and started leading his teammates to attack the Spurs.

Parker's ability to control rhythm is good. Although his assist numbers still seem to be far behind those of top point guards, considering his team-oriented style of play and his shooting ability that he only developed later, he can do this in the early and middle stages of his career.

Averaging 6 assists per game is quite good.

However, compared to an old fox like Mo Wen, his rhythmic ability is still a bit behind.

Stern was happy to see the two sides fighting again, but Popovich was not happy because the score was once again opened because O'Fatty did not play.

The 9-point difference and O'Brien, who was resting off the court, were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the Spurs.

Moreover, Mo Wen's assists were also increasing rapidly. After halftime, Mo Wen's assists had already reached 12.

Wade was watching the game in the hospital room while exhaling and touching his injured ribs. There was a local San Antonio newspaper next to his bed.

Why is he so eager to participate in a game that is guaranteed to win?

It was analyzed by the San Antonio newspaper in front of me.

The contracts of Mo Wen and O'Neal are only two years. O'Neal has confirmed that he will negotiate to renew the contract in advance this summer. Otherwise, once O'Neal's contract takes effect in the second year, one may allow O'Neal to return to the free market in vain, and the other may be O'Neal's return to the free market.

Pang's salary of up to 30 million occupies a lot of salary space for the Heat, making it impossible for the Heat to make reinforcements in the summer.

Although O'Fatty has been a little sluggish in this year's playoffs and has frequently experienced physical problems, this does not affect his worth as the league's number one center.

The salary cap for next season is expected to reach 49 million. If the Heat do not want to pay a large amount of luxury tax, they can only keep two superstars.

The Heat's best option is to renew Mo Wen's contract in advance, then eat up Wade's two-year rookie bonus and try to build a dynasty.

Of course, there is another theory that Mo Wen's ability can't actually be used by a point guard as good as Wade, so it would be a good idea to trade Wade out in exchange for draft picks that can be developed to use immediate combat power.

choice.

"You said you wouldn't steal this city from me, but she has fallen in love with you."

Looking at Mo Wen who was confidently accepting the midfield interview in the camera and the enthusiastic female reporter in front of him, Wade grabbed the sheets. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether his heart was hurting or his bones were hurting.

In the locker room, Mo Wen looked at the fat man slumped on the chair, smiling and shaking his head.

Even though he has to sign a big contract in the summer, Ao Pang still shows a bit of a pretentious attitude.

If your teammates are too strong, you will subconsciously choose to show them off.

He suffered greatly from this. Sometimes he was finally assigned to the winning dungeon, but because his teammates were too strong, he easily gained the advantage, which made him relax and result in insufficient mission data.

If this guy can win two championships with the Heat, there's no telling what he'll be like later on.

The reasons for opening up are all ready-made by Riley.

In the original history, Ao Pang persisted under Riley for two years before his health and mentality collapsed.

It wasn't until he was later traded to the Suns that NASA's miracle doctor rescued him.

Riley is still a worker this year. After winning the championship, Riley's ten-year stock contract will be activated and he will be promoted to the team's small owner. The Heat will be his boss. He has never experienced what kind of training state it will be like.

But he played in the dungeon that he played when he returned to coach the Heat from 2006 to 2008. Other than him, his teammates were not in full condition.

His body is still in good shape right now, so he might as well practice with Riley, but if he goes back and keeps practicing - why bother?

The team is unwilling to pay the luxury tax (Ajan didn't pay it in the first year he came here), and there is also a time bomb of O'Brien's health. He will get a share of the profits for winning games, and may even be persuaded to take a salary cut and renew the contract. He has done most of the work.

You may still be traded when you are declining in your life - it is okay to increase the difficulty in the dungeon for rewards, but if you choose to increase the difficulty in reality, there is something wrong with your brain.

Back in the second half, the Spurs players, who had been beaten to death by Popovich, once again launched a wave of offensive counterattacks.

But mental attributes cannot make up for the gap in strength.

O'Pang and Mo Wen teamed up to play a few more rounds, and the Spurs players returned to reality.

Ginobili is the quickest to return to form.

Mo Wen, who held a grudge, did not give up his pursuit. Halfway through the third quarter, he forced the Argentinian to commit 7 turnovers.

Although Mo Wen also received 3 fouls because of this, he was happy and that was all.

After every steal, Mo Wen would whisper in his ear, "Olympic champion, 50 million of your compatriots are watching your live broadcast!" (The NBA claims that the number of viewers watching the game in Argentina is as high as 50 million.)

It's really remarkable that Ginobili can grit his teeth and keep his mentality intact.

In the final quarter, the point difference had widened to 15 points. No matter how hard Popovich tried, it was of no avail.

Although the little old man usually jumps up and down and has a strong sense of presence, the spiritual totem of the Spurs still depends on the sullen and chatty Mr. "Black Jack" (Las Vegas) who is silent on the court and can't stop talking off the court.

A small game, commonly known as blackjack, which is also the name of a stupid car dealer).

There is no ultimate comeback, no dramatic victory, not so many miracles, just things that are natural, natural, and natural...

Popovich stared blankly at the championship banner above the court, while the Spurs players all had their heads lowered and covered with towels.

Mourning lay on Riley and started crying; Van Fan looked at the scoreboard on the screen and forgot about the game that was still going on; Laettner wanted to stand up to celebrate but was afraid of being blasted by the angry fans on the sidelines.

Haslem on the court jumped every step, and his whole body seemed to be floating; Damon Jones took out the sunglasses he had prepared, always ready to rush forward to show off after the game.

There are 51 seconds left on the clock.

Mo Wen, who was no longer scoring, used a ground-breaking pass to assist Da Zhi for an easy layup and got his 10th point, pushing his assist count to 22.

After another inhumane steal of Ginobili in the frontcourt, Mo Wen did not choose to attack again, but walked to Popovich's team with the ball.

He slammed the ball to the ground vigorously.

Pointed at Popovich.

Turn around and leave, looking back and waving lightly.

These 33 seconds are given to you.

Goodbye, San Antonio bastards!

There are still three hundred words left. Let’s challenge again tomorrow...

(End of chapter)