The Way of the Center

"AJ, sucks! AJ, sucks!" The abuse of the Heat fans rang in Anjie's ears. After he slaughtered the Heat with a 33-point difference, Anjie was destined to become the most unpopular player in the American Airlines Center. one of the players.

An Jie clenched his fists in the face of more than 20,000 people in the audience who were cursing in unison. He can't wait to beat this group of guys who look down on him to the ground now, but the game is over, and he failed to prove himself in 48 minutes.

"Ann, do you think the Trail Blazers still have a chance to win the championship!?"

"When the game returns to Portland, what changes will you make?"

"Facing the Big Three of the Heat with full firepower, are the Blazers a bit overwhelmed?"

The reporters quickly surrounded him, and Anjie has undoubtedly become one of the most talked-about figures in the NBA. So even if he loses, there are still a lot of reporters hoping to get some information from him.

But this time, An Jie didn't show his kind smile. Accompanied by Ricard and security personnel, the tired No. 00 silently walked into the tunnel without answering any questions from the reporters.

"Young man, such a blow is still too big for him." An older-looking reporter shook his head. The NBA is not so easy to conquer.

From Jordan to Olajuwon, from Kobe to James. Which of these legendary names did not reach the top after untold hardships?

An Jie is not yet 25 years old, and the experience of the finals is already very rare for players of this age. win? It's early, it's early...

Even though the players on both sides have exited, the Heat fans are still reluctant to leave.

This group of guys waved the Heat's championship T-shirt, and they had already begun to celebrate the Heat's championship in advance. After all, after going to Portland, Heat fans can't carnival with their team on the spot.

"This group of guys, the series isn't over yet! Why are you so happy!?" Morris looked at everyone around him maliciously, but at the moment of joy when the Heat got the match point, a few more Do fans care about the look on Morris' face?

Match point, which means that the Trail Blazers have no room for error. As long as they fall behind the Heat by even one point in the next game, Anjie's efforts throughout the season will fall short.

The terrifying record of 69 victories and the record of 27 consecutive victories that created history will all be reduced to a laughing stock.

So, when all the players went back to the locker room, the atmosphere became very heavy. Ricard and Divac couldn't help but worry a little. If these guys lose confidence in themselves, then what he and Divac do will be in vain.

Indeed, getting the match point by the opponent really hurts morale. What's more, the Blazers still lost two games in a row in almost the same way under the simultaneous efforts of the Big Three.

For a while, the two coaches didn't know what to say. Ricard inadvertently shifted his gaze to An Jie, but he found that this guy's state seemed to be different from others.

Although An Jie also lowered his head, he did not do it because he was discouraged, but because he was thinking.

"I think we put too much energy on James, so that in the defense, it is easy to be pinned down by him." In the immersed locker room, Anjie's loud voice broke everything that was still.

Everyone raised their heads in astonishment and looked in An Jie's direction. They thought that An Jie must be very depressed now and didn't want to talk to anyone. But I didn't expect that this guy wasn't discouraged at all. He actually thought about the next game immediately after the big defeat!

"You... don't you think so?" Seeing that no one responded, An Jie stretched out his hands to everyone.

The Trail Blazers thought it was over, but while they were complaining, Angie was thinking about the next game. This huge gap in comparison can't help but make others feel a little ashamed.

An Jie didn't even say to give up, how could we just break things like this! ? The series is not over yet, only the team that wins all 4 games can be called the winner! !

So the rest of the Trail Blazers began to really think about it. Losing two games in a row is not without reason. Indeed, although the Heat won the match point, the series is not over yet! It's not the time to be sad yet, discovering the problem and solving the problem, and winning the last two games, this is the top priority of the Trail Blazers now!

Asked by An Jie, the locker room erupted immediately. The players began to communicate about the problems they encountered in the game. If they want to defeat the Big Three with full firepower, they must rely on everyone's strength!

"Huh..." Ricard let out a big breath, he was still worried about how to rekindle the cold hearts of the Trail Blazers players. Now it seems that An Jie has helped him complete this matter.

An Jie's enthusiasm and hard work can always infect everyone around him. As long as An Jie does not admit defeat, others will not admit defeat.

As long as everyone doesn't admit defeat, then they have the capital to fight to the death with the Heat.

"Ann is right, we are still defending the big three according to the old way. But obviously, this is no longer applicable. Next, I will make some corresponding adjustments to our game strategy, don't give up, we have agreed to He won the championship trophy at home!" Seeing that the haze in the hearts of the players had been swept away by An Jie, Ricard saw the needles and mobilized their enthusiasm to add fuel to the fire.

Seeing the heated discussion among the players, Ricard also knew that tonight would be another sleepless night for him. Watching videos over and over again, drawing tactics again and again. No matter how much it costs, Ricard doesn't want the Blazers to fall on the last ladder!

When the Miami people are still celebrating the Heat's "early" championship, when all the media are still using "too young" as an excuse to excuse the Blazers. When James and Wade went home happily, when Bill Wharton left unwilling tears.

While these things were happening, Rickard hung up the phone with his youngest daughter and watched the replay of the whole process of the explosion of the Big Three.

While these things were happening, Angie and Aldridge were still soaking in the training gym and practicing shooting as punishment for their losses.

An Jie has long known that the sprint stage of the championship marathon will be very sad, so he has already made preparations to face all difficulties.

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"Things are getting more and more interesting. When we left Miami, there were countless Portland fans saying that the Blazers would come back here with the O'Brien Cup. Now, the Blazers did come back, but they But empty-handed."

"No one thought that this series would return to Portland again. Whether it was the Trail Blazers or the Heat, the hard work of these two teams surprised me! In the last two games, I believe we can see something different again. s things."

"When the Big Three of the Heat work together, nothing can stop them. Anjie? Anjie is very strong, and he even hopes to surpass Dameng and O'Neal. However, the era of this young man has not yet come."

The early morning in Portland is always accompanied by noisy sounds, and the sound of various car radios circulates in the streets and alleys of the city of roses.

The taxi driver waiting for passengers on the side of the street couldn't help but increase the volume of the radio. He listened to the program so fascinated that he didn't even notice a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses getting a ride.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The driver didn't realize there was someone outside the car until he heard the sound of the glass being knocked.

"Where are you going, sir!?" the driver asked loudly.

"Rose Garden." Came the answer without hesitation.

"Sir, you're here to watch the football in Portland, right?" The taxi driver looked at the passenger sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror. Although he was wearing sunglasses, the driver still decided that the guy looked familiar.

"Watching the game? That's right. I think you're a die-hard Trail Blazers fan." The passenger pointed to the taxi driver's radio. From the moment he boarded the car to the present, everything on the radio was the analysis of the finals. talk show.

"It's been since I was a child! Look, sir, I believe this guy will definitely bring the Trail Blazers to the top." As he spoke, the driver pointed to the huge poster of An Jie on the billboard of the building.

"But now the Heat have won the match point." The passenger asked intentionally.

"Match point, which means the Heat haven't won yet. In the next two games in the Rose Garden, Ann and others will make the Heat look good." The driver laughed like a child, and on the adults , This kind of innocent smile is very rare.

"That's how you trust that Chinese."

"Chinese? No, no, no, he is the owner of the rose garden! We treat him as one of us, on the basketball court, regardless of nationality or color. It's a pity that my son and I can't go to the scene Cheer for the team. But tomorrow night, I will go outside the stadium and wait for the news of the victory." The pride was on the face of this ordinary driver.

The passenger shook his head. God knows how many other Blazers like him are die-hard in Portland. It's really a blessing to be able to fight for such a group of lovely guys.

"Sir, the Rose Garden is here. If you come to watch the game tomorrow, I suggest you go out early. Two hours before the start of the game, there will be traffic congestion." The driver turned his head and smiled friendly.

"Thank you very much for your suggestion. By the way, I don't have any cash with me now. Well, I have two tickets for Game 6 of the finals tomorrow night. The location is not very good, the tenth row behind the backboard, you can Take your son to watch the game together. If you don’t mind, I want to use this to offset the fare.” The passenger took out two tickets from his wallet, and the taxi driver’s eyes sparkled.

"Are you serious, sir!? The price of these two tickets is several times your fare!?"

"Such a ticket should be obtained by a fan like you. So, you agreed?"

The taxi driver held the tickets in both hands, even trembling with excitement. "How generous you are!"

The passenger got out of the car with a smile, took two steps, and turned his head again.

"Remember, you must use your own roar to cheer for the Blazers tomorrow. Let those guys in Miami see the power of tearing the city!"

The driver still looked at the two tickets in disbelief. He had liked the Trail Blazers for most of his life, but for a family that was not well-to-do, it was the first time for him to watch a game live! And fortunately, he actually got the chance to watch it live during the finals.

The honest driver watched the passenger leave with grateful eyes, but seeing the familiar figure from behind, the driver's expression suddenly froze.

Just now...the person in my car...was George Ricard! ?

"Boom!" Ricard pushed open the door of the locker room energetically. The players were arranging their equipment and the training would start soon.

"Guys, don't relax! Today's training will be crucial!" His iconic roar undoubtedly brought more vitality to the young people in the locker room.

"Don't worry boss, just let the horse come here." An Jie put on the Trail Blazers training jersey and joked to Ricard. And An Jie's statement was also echoed by most players.

"It's good to have this kind of hard work. Now the whole Portland is looking at us! Come on, we are fighting for the fans and for the city!" Ricard suddenly felt that this championship is no longer just The Blazers' own business. This championship is related to thousands of Trail Blazers fans! It is about the honor of the entire city of Portland!

He can't let down those who have always supported him. These fans don't need any feedback from the team. As long as they win the championship trophy, they will be happy all summer long.

"We are carrying everyone's hopes..." Looking at the players who were ready to go, Ricard suddenly felt a greater sense of responsibility.

"Let's go boss, let's go to the training ground." Anjie smiled and pushed Ricard out of the locker room. This guy looked as relaxed as before. It felt as though the Blazers were the ones getting the match point.

What's there to be nervous about? When you attack with the ball in front of all the fans, you can experience how wonderful it feels to be in control of the audience.

And An Jie, can't wait, wants to use this wonderful way to defeat the Heat! In Portland, the Blazers are no longer alone.

AJ, sucks? Such scolding, An Jie will make it disappear forever...

When the game is over, the entire Rose Garden will only hear the shouts of MVP.

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