The Way of the Center

Chris Bosh, when he was still in the Raptors period, Bosh's explosive style of play and super personal ability made the nickname "Dragon King" very suitable for him.

But since joining the Heat, Bosh seems to have started to feel depressed. In fact, it is also understandable that playing in a team with James and Wade, Bosh's shots are naturally not as many as when one person dominates the Raptors.

Coupled with repeated injuries, the "Dragon King" has gone through vicissitudes. In the past two years with the Heat, Bosh has even gradually faded away from the "giant" aura and has gradually become mediocre.

But tonight, nearly every American Airlines Center fan will be jumping out of their seats to cheer the tepid power forward.

With 25 points and 8 rebounds, when all the people in Miami were worried that the Pacers would launch an onslaught today, Chris Bosh stood up and became James' most powerful helper.

Whether Roy Hibbert or David West, today, no one can stop Bosh's scoring footsteps.

Bosh made 10 of 14 shots and was the most efficient player on the field. It was precisely because this guy who had been silent for a long time broke out suddenly that he hit the Pacers by surprise.

Don't underestimate any of the Heat's Big Three, otherwise, this is the end!

117 to 92, the Pacers were unable to tie the point difference even when the Heat even sent Oden in the last four minutes. Paul George worked very hard. He fought from the first second on the court to the end, and he scored a game-high 29 points.

But one punch is hard to beat four hands, and the Heat still defeated the young Pacers with a clear advantage.

For three consecutive years, the Pacers lost to the Big Three of the Heat for three consecutive years. Even though George's growth in the past three years can be described by the word "ascension", he still cannot lead the team to defeat the Heat.

For four consecutive years, this is also the fourth consecutive year that the Heat have reached the Finals. Although James has only won the O'Brien Cup once in the past four years, who can guarantee that the Heat will not win this time? Moreover, being able to reach the finals for four consecutive years is already very difficult in itself.

After the game, Paul George, the strongest man in the game, suddenly collapsed in big characters on the hardwood floor of the American Airlines Center.

He let the dazzling lights of the audience shine into his eyes, and let the cheers of the fans gather in his ears. He had to do it, because only in this way could George keep himself from crying...

A battle with An Jie on the stage of the finals, all of this is just a beautiful fantasy. When George can defeat the Big Three of the Heat, the Pacers will have hope of rushing out of the East.

When, when? George comforts himself every year, maybe next year, he will be able to do it. However, he has been repeating such a thing for three full years.

Maybe I need a better helper, maybe the Pacers team needs a real No. 2. Or maybe, like An Jie, he could find a better place to belong?

George shook his head vigorously, letting the horrible thought go. He loves the Pacers, and the Pacers treat him well. You should keep going, not just give up! Think about it, if the Thunder and Anjie hadn't broken up, maybe the current Thunder team would be even scarier than the Trail Blazers!

Thinking of this, George grabbed Hibbert and West and stretched out their hands. With a push on his legs, he stood up again.

The finals don't belong to him yet, but that doesn't mean it will never belong to him. Just wait and see LeBron, sooner or later, I will win!

George walked out of the court like a man, and now he should mature. He was no longer an eye-catching boy, he was no longer a replacement for Daniel Granger.

He is Paul George, he is the number one star of the Indiana Pacers!

Back in the locker room, George picked up his phone. Opened the window where I just texted with An Jie, and started editing again.

An Jie, who was studying the replay of the game on the sofa, saw his mobile phone light up. It was a new message from Paul George.

"On the stage of the finals, teach me a lesson for the people of Miami!" A simple sentence made An Jie smile knowingly.

"Don't worry George, I'll do it!"

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"The war of the century continued. After a year, the Heat and the Trail Blazers met again!"

"The strong dialogue between Anjie and James, another era of black and white struggle for hegemony is coming?"

"Winning the Eastern Conference Championship for four consecutive years, the Miami Heat are aiming for revenge!"

"Oh my god, my god, look at these headlines, they are so fucking exaggerated!" Ricard took off his glasses and threw the newspapers on the desk.

"Last year we only won one goal, George. If it hadn't been for Ann's last goal, we might not be a shit defending champion now." Divac seemed not as calm as Ricard, anyway, The Heat, which has reached the finals for four consecutive years, must not be underestimated.

"I don't forget how we won last year, my fucking heart jumped out at that moment! But I really have confidence in those boys, you know, they are in great shape!" Calder did not forget how the Blazers crushed the Spurs all the way. And the team's training status in the past two days also made Ricard quite satisfied.

"They are really in good shape, but the Heat who just slaughtered the Pacers are not bad. Don't be too careless about George, this is the finals." Divac has been in the league much longer than Ricard, and he is proud Divac has seen countless times the example of being proud to enter the finals but eventually overturned in the gutter.

"Hey, don't worry, Vlad, I won't let myself look too relaxed in front of those boys. I won't take it lightly on the field, those stinky boys, but I can't tell. Let's go, they should also It's almost time to warm up, let's start today's training!"

Ricard and Divac confidently pushed open the door of the office. Outside the door, the players greeted them with vigor.

As soon as you step into this training hall, it seems to be full of strength forever.

Ricard stood on the sidelines and blew the whistle hanging on his chest. In an instant, all the players and trainers gathered and stood in front of Ricard.

"Last series guys, we're at the end again! You've worked hard all year, don't you think your work was in vain!"

"I want to win the championship, boss!" Robin Lopez, who just joined the Trail Blazers this year, yelled, yes, this guy doesn't know what it's like to be a championship.

"Hey, I need this kind of momentum! Let An enjoy it on the training ground later." Ricard blinked at Robin, and Anjie shook his head and smiled.

"Our last opponent this year, old acquaintances, the Heat's Big Three. We both know each other very well, so in this kind of arena, we have no loopholes to exploit. Hard power! To win this series, we must have Rely on hard power to fight game by game! The Heat are not scary, we are the scariest evil spirits!"

"Roar!" This time, even An Jie yelled with everyone.

"Okay, you all know that I can't shout too much with this throat. If I shout too much, I'm afraid that Vlad will sit in the coach's position and steal my limelight. I hope that when we lift the O'Brien Cup, I can Stand among you healthy and healthy! Guys, let's start training!" Ricard blew the whistle again, and everyone dispersed in an orderly manner, continuing to sweat according to the original training plan.

The championship, the championship, people's desires really can't be satisfied, because An Jie, who has already won a championship ring, is so excited because of the arrival of the finals.

As An Jie said to Duncan, he has won all the championships in recent years!

Turn your back, sit back, turn around, hook your hands. An Jie once again easily scored a goal on the head of the trainer holding the mat. He immediately returned to his position and signaled the trainer to do it again.

At this moment, all the Trail Blazers players are working as hard and fighting as Anjie!

After a lapse of one year, fight against the Miami Heat again. An Jie is ready to win the O'Brien Cup for the second time!

Come on LeBron, I'm waiting for you in the City of Roses!