The Basketball Court Swordsman

Henson is no stranger to the city of Chicago.

After all, he is here to play two away games in a season. If you are lucky enough to meet the Bulls in the playoffs, there will be more.

In addition, the annual joint trial training is also held in Chicago. Therefore, the number of times Henson comes to Chicago each year is a lot.

But never once did Henson come to Chicago with such a heavy heart.

When playing the Bulls away, Henson is usually impassioned. Come to participate in the joint training, Henson is often full of expectations.

But this was the first time, and Henson felt that the city of Chicago was so heavy. After all, he mourned the deceased from future Chicago.

"...Everything that passes quietly, this world has no end. Rest in peace, my love, your soul, will continue. Your birth and your survival are only to convey the poem of hope until Forever, dedicated this tear to you, this is a brand-new love language, we will thank you for the dreams and happy days that you have given me. Meeting you for the first time in this place, and forever. I walked through that dark lawn, I No fear, because your soul is with me...Amen."

The priest finished the last eulogy in front of Sage's tomb. In the tears of relatives and friends, the black wooden coffin was carefully put down. From then on, Sarger would sleep in the ground. Of course, Henson, an atheist, now believes that Sarger did not sleep in the ground, but actually went to heaven.

A good person like him deserves such treatment.

Hearing the news of Sager's death, Henson rushed to Chicago immediately. Henson had no relatives in the United States, and he never thought that one day he would come to the funeral.

Even when he had a heart attack, Henson never felt that he was so close to death.

Life is really fragile. He still remembers that more than a month ago, this old man who always liked to wear fancy suits was still playing with himself on the court. But for now, Sager's interview will always be purely in Henson's memory.

Following the team, Henson offered white flowers to Sage. Of course, the way he presented the white flowers was different from that of others. Henson knelt directly on one knee and carefully put the white flowers up, highlighting his great respect for Sager.

Afterwards, Henson walked to Sager's wife. The woman was still washing her face in tears. Although she had known that such a thing would happen, the pain of the Sage family did not abate.

Henson hugs her and faces the media. Henson's mouth is like a "machine gun", and he can always speak witty words. But in the face of Sager's wife, Henson simply said, "Take care."

The whole process was over, but Henson was still reluctant to leave. Because he still has something to say, he wants to talk to Sager alone.

So Henson stepped aside and touched the inner pocket of his suit. At this moment, he wanted to smoke a cigar or something to paralyze himself.

But after touching my empty pocket, I realized that I had quit cigars for several years.

"Do you need fire?" Just then, a man handed the lighter to Henson.

Henson looked up and saw that it was his old friend, and of course his old enemy, Gregg Popovich.

Popovich is here too, of course he will. Like Henson, Popovich is also one of Sager's best friends.

On the court, Popovich always likes to tease Sag. The classic conversations between him and Sager are enough to write a book of jokes.

But besides the ridicule, it was the sincere friendship between the two men. Sag appreciates Popovich's humor, and Popovich also likes Sag.

So today, Popovich is the second NBA coach to arrive at the funeral besides Henson.

"No, Pop, I've quit smoking for many years." After being surprised, Henson waved his hand and squeezed a smile at Popovich.

Henson found that Popovich's eyes were rosy, I believe he must be very uncomfortable at this time.

"I regret it, I didn't see him for the last time." Seeing Henson rejected him, Popovich put away the lighter, making Hoyatian sigh.

"He will always live in our hearts, Pop. I remember today, the Spurs seemed to have a game."

"So what? I still have more chances to play games. But Sager's funeral can't be missed. It's not the same for you. You will be in New Orleans tomorrow to play games."

The two coaches smiled at each other. They both liked winning. But at this time, victory seems to be less important.

"Do you think...can you go to the finals?" After a few minutes of silence, Henson reopened and asked Popovich a question.

"I don't know, I'm already an old man, Henson. I wouldn't be impassioned to say that the championship must be ours. The Warriors are strong, and I think you know it as much as I do. I will try my best, but think It is really not easy to defeat them."

This is the first time Henson has seen Popovich look sad for an opponent.

"What about you? Do you think you have a chance to win the championship?" Popovich kicked the "ball" to Henson.

"Of course it will, otherwise what am I doing back?"

Henson's answer was very straightforward, as if the Warriors were not scary at all.

"You are very confident, but this is you."

"It's not self-confidence, Pop, but I have to do this. It's my mission to win the championship." Henson stared at Sager's tombstone, thinking of everyone's expectations of him.

Sager, Bird, a lot of players, fans... Henson was willing to come back, but not because he wanted to win the Eastern Conference.

"Have you ever heard of a phrase commonly used by Asians? Pop." Henson retracted his gaze, staring firmly at Popovich...

"Old man, you said that people should be optimistic. So at your funeral today, I didn't shed a tear. I believe that you just went to a better place."

"I know that you have been working hard for the cause you love all your life. Of course, you have finally stood on the stage of the finals. Don't worry, you will go to the finals and wait for me. This season, I will not miss another appointment. ."

"Don't you believe it? Well, before the finals start, I will come to see you again. I will send you tickets for the finals as proof. Get a good night's sleep, Sag. This way you can interview in the finals When I am, I can leave the country full of energy."

"Finally, I want to thank you. It is you who let me know what I should do in the future..."

At this time, there are only two people left around Sag's graveyard-Henson Joe and Popovich.

Henson knelt down on one knee to Sague's grave and talked to him after everyone had gone.

Popovich did not step forward to interrupt, because he knew that Henson certainly did not want to be interrupted. Otherwise, he doesn't need to wait until everyone is gone.

Standing under a big tree, looking at Henson muttering in front of Sarger from a distance, Popovich kept thinking about the conversation with Henson just now.

"Have you heard a phrase commonly used by Asians? Pop."

"what?"

"Life hanging life."

"Life is hanging? What do you mean?"

"In ancient Japanese, this phrase meant that the samurai used their lives to guard the feudal territory."

"So what do you mean now?" Popovich asked.

"Now, it means working hard to do one thing, and this thing is worthy of a lifetime to pursue. For me, this thing is to win the championship. And now, this is my life creed ."

Recalling the conversation just now, Popovich licked his dry lips. There is no doubt that this is what Sager taught Henson. Golden State Warriors, you are in big trouble.

The not-so-strong sunlight was obscured by a few dark clouds, and Henson stood up, preparing to leave with Popovich.

It's going to rain.