The Way of the Center

"We hope to bring tough defense back to the playoffs. Now all teams in the league pay more attention to offense. But we are different. We believe that defense is the only truth to win the championship."

"You are indeed different, so how much trouble do you think the Los Angeles Clippers will cause you? If you can win, what score do you think the Grizzlies will advance."

Facing the reporter's question, the big man who looked tough but slightly shy smiled. "4 to 1, or 4 to 0. In short, I don't think the Clippers can take two victories over us!"

"You are really confident." The reporter shook his head, thinking that the Spaniard was just bluffing.

"It's not self-confidence, it's the truth." Marc Gasol replied disapprovingly.

This is a conversation with Marc Gasol in an interview before the start of the playoffs. At that time, the Grizzlies with an excellent record were full of confidence, and Marc Gasol also believed that the Grizzlies' playing style would allow them to go far in the playoffs.

And the first round of the playoffs was indeed as Marc Gasol said. The Grizzlies shocked the league with their strong defense.

The proud Los Angeles Clippers, like the Lakers, became the first victims of the playoffs. But after the promotion, the Grizzlies may never have imagined that they would experience such a miserable few days.

"Mark, it's time to play." Randolph patted Gasol on the shoulder, and Gasol came back to his senses. He's not doing an interview, he's playing a game, a Game 4 matchup in the Western Conference semifinals.

"Can't Ann play?" Marc Gasol looked at the Trail Blazers' bench. Anjie had already put on his training uniform and was sitting on the bench talking and laughing.

"It doesn't matter if this guy plays or not, let's go Mark, enjoy our last game of the season." Randolph has been relieved, he has been in the NBA for so many years, winning or losing is a big deal for this fat black man. Just like eating and sleeping.

Marc Gasol is still unwilling,

But under this cruel reality, Gasol has no choice but to accept it all.

At this point, the game has entered the final quarter. In five minutes, the Western Conference semifinal contest between No. 1 and No. 4 will end.

It's not that the Grizzlies have fallen behind by a lot of points, but that the Grizzlies now have no desire to win. Even if they can steal a victory today, it's useless. Back in Portland, all the Grizzlies can get is the continued nightmare.

Enjoy the game, that's the only mission for the Grizzlies today. Unlike the previous three scenes where you fought to the death, today, both sides played very "gentle". Even Anjie, the butcher, didn't make things too difficult for Gasol.

Players from both sides smiled from time to time on the court, and the whole atmosphere was quite relaxed.

The Grizzlies have thrown in the towel, and the Trail Blazers have done enough. The victory of the Trail Blazers in the first three games has made fans all over the world realize their strength. Today, these guys might as well let the Grizzlies, a respectable opponent, play more happily.

Ricard did not stop the players in this state, recovering their strength and avoiding injuries. That's the only thing Ricard is thinking about right now. Game against the Grizzlies? When the score became 3-0, Ricard had already regarded the series as over.

Randolph, who thought he could easily walk out of the court, hugged his head in pain at the moment the game ended.

This is a season that Randolph has worked hard for, and this is a season that he and the Grizzlies have worked together. But now, this season, must end in failure for the Grizzlies.

What about Marc Gasol? The guy knelt down on the ground and smashed the basketball with both hands.

The best defensive player, with An Jie over his head. As the rebounding king, An Jie beats him. Now even in the playoffs, Anjie is still pressing on him, Marc Gasol.

Thinking of this, Marc Gasol will feel particularly unwilling. But what is even more desperate is that even if he is not reconciled, he has no chance to challenge An Jie again this season.

Anjie is about to go to a higher stage to fight hard, and achieved this goal by stepping on Marc Gasol's corpse.

Marc Gasol gradually stood up, ready to walk back to the locker room alone. But he was stopped by An Jie who was chasing him, so the Spaniard stopped and turned his head.

I saw Anjie shirtless, holding his own jersey in one hand, and pointing to Gasol's jersey with the other.

Gasol smiled, took off his No. 33 jersey, and exchanged it with Anjie.

"You know Mark, you are really a very strong opponent." Angie and Gasol put on each other's jerseys and hugged each other, and the photographers "hugged" the two at the same time.

"Don't comfort me, Ann, congratulations. Just next time, really don't block 11 more shots." Gasol shook his head helplessly. He is indeed the best traditional center on the planet. Angie? Angie is an alien.

"Hahaha, I can't guarantee this, Mark. Good job, next season, I will wait for you in the Western Conference Finals."

The two separated, and An Jie continued to carnival with his teammates. Even though he is wearing the white No. 33 jersey of the Grizzlies at the moment, there is still no sense of disobedience. The temperament of a winner radiates from the inside out.

Marc Gasol silently left the court, although this is the home court of the Grizzlies, it is Marc Gasol's territory. But right now, FedEx Arena belongs to winners.

"Another 4-0, and Ahn had another double-double of 27 points and 13 rebounds. The Trail Blazers played impeccably, and I really can't wait to see if such a team still How far can I go?" Kenny Smith looked at Angie who was celebrating wildly in the crowd. In the West, Angie may be the most dominant person after Kobe in the previous few years.

"Maybe, this group of guys who won 69 wins in the regular season and 8 consecutive victories in the playoffs will go all the way to the end?" O'Neill raised his eyebrows at Kenny Smith.

"You mean... to win the championship?"

O'Neill stared at An Jie who was laughing wantonly in the arena. As long as this guy is around, what is impossible?

"That's right... win the championship!"

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"The Blazers swept the Grizzlies." A man in a suit and leather shoes whispered next to an old man with white hair.

"En." The old man nodded calmly, not feeling too surprised. After that, he stood up and walked to an uncle with dull eyes.

The older bald man looked at the old man standing in front of him, without speaking or expression.

"The Blazers have already swept the Grizzlies, and they have advanced." The old man said unhurriedly.

"We have nothing to procrastinate here, Tim, go to the field and tell Tony, we are going to win the game today, we are going to advance today!"

"Oh." Duncan replied one word without emotion, as if this damn game had nothing to do with him.

On the court, Durant is still attacking crazily. Without Westbrook, the Spurs can put all the defensive pressure on Durant. And this kind of pressure almost crushed the thin Durant.

Taking advantage of Morris' foul on Splitter, Popovich replaced both Duncan and Ginobili.

Morris and Durant akimbo, panting. they know. Popovich is planning to close the game.

"Damn guys! It's not that easy!" Morris was still full of enthusiasm, but he was waiting to beat Angie for the second time in the Western Conference Finals.

Durant looked around him, and Morris was indeed very motivated. But on the offensive end, Morris can't help much. To be precise, without Westbrook's Thunder, no one can help Durant on offense.

Bledsoe may have played well in the regular season, but at the level of the playoffs and met the Spurs, the scoring efficiency of this young guard is very troublesome.

"The old man said, we're going to the Western Conference Finals today." Duncan patted Tony Parker on the back of the head after he entered the field.

"Hmm." Parker's response was as calm as Duncan's answer to Popovich just now. It might be better to say that the Spurs have too much confidence.

3 to 1, this is the current total score of the Spurs and Thunder series. 85 to 74, which is the lead the Spurs have achieved so far.

Ultimatum, this is now the signal Popovich conveyed to the field.

Are you ready Angie? A truly terrifying opponent is about to meet you in the Western Conference Finals...

"Take down the Thunder!" Popovich yelled, and sentenced Anjie's old club to death...

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