Back hits, back turns, step back, jump shots. The pen, fun, and www.biquge.info basketball crossed a perfect arc and fell straight into the net.

Back hits, back turns, step back, jump shots. An Jie picked up the basketball on the ground and repeated this action again, tirelessly.

"No, take a break. Thunder trainer David Mason put down the big cushion in his hand and had a one-on-one back training with An Jie, which was the most torturous.

Anjie threw a bottle of Gatorade to his trainer, then picked up the basketball alone and began to practice mid-range shooting.

After seeing so many high-level players in the United States, An Jie didn't dare to relax himself in training every day. He was afraid that if he was stunned, he would be surpassed by others.

Anjie is indeed talented, but there are also those who are as talented as him in the United States. However, his diligence is very rare.

The final game will determine whether the Thunder will take an early vacation or go to the playoffs. An Jie kept practicing, maintaining his feel, hoping that he would not play abnormally in this crucial battle.

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It took a lot of effort for Giardina to figure out what the word "playoffs" meant. At first, she thought that the NBA, like those football leagues in Europe, relied on a point system to determine the champion. Unexpectedly. The long 82-year regular season is just a warm-up for the playoffs.

"So, this 82nd game is crucial for Ann?" Giardina looked at the Wikipedia explanation, and then checked the record of the Thunder, and she seemed to want to go to watch the game live.

Giardina picked up the phone he had and dialed Abrahi.

"Hey, Mr. Abrahi, I would like to discuss something with you......"

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Catherine woke up early, and today has Anjie's key game, but she seems to be more nervous than Anjie.

In the past, she couldn't figure out why her father was so fanatical about basketball, but now, she can be regarded as one herself

Out-and-out fans.

Today is not the weekend, and Catherine still has to go to school. But when she thought of the crucial battle of the evening, Catherine had no intention of listening to the lecture at all.

She wanted to see Angel win, because she knew that her big boy was good enough.

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"That Stoudemire kid better not touch you again, or he'll be in for it next season!" Morris waved his thick arm into the phone, and Morris, who was already strong, was now stronger than he was a year ago.

"Ouch, don't grab it, you wait for me to finish. On the other hand, Riccard couldn't wait to talk to his protégé. The tense NCAA season is over again, and he finally has a chance to relax and follow Anjie's game.

"Alright Morris, let's talk about it when you get to the NBA. By the way, has your manager's matter been finalized?" Morris called Anjie a few days ago to consult about the manager, because he, like Anjie, as soon as the March Madness tournament ended, Morris also received a lot of self-recommendation text messages from managers.

"The boss introduced me to one, I heard it was his college classmate, and we will start negotiations the day after tomorrow. "Morris is not like Anjie, he doesn't have a huge Chinese market behind him. Therefore, big-name managers generally do not find a player with a small reputation like Morris.

"I can also tell Mr. Moslav that if I believe in him, then you can trust him. "Rest assured, Muslav has better connections and business practices than Ricard's college classmates. Although Riccard is also kind, how deep can his classmates be for someone as young as him.

"It would be great if I could. "One more option is not a bad thing for Morris.

"Alright, Ann, I'm telling you, I've been working on it for a long time, and the Suns will definitely slow down the pace to play success rate tonight. They know you're the one who is on the side of the urgency, so you have to pay special attention to the defense of the box in this game, O'Neal and Stoudemire are the best options under the basket!" Ricard grabbed the phone and habitually talked to Anjie about tactics.

An Jie laughed loudly while listening to the phone, and for a moment, he seemed to be back in college.

"You fucking run for me! Don't stand still and watch! Ann's ball can only be passed when you run!" Anjie's mind recalled Ricard's three sentences that could not be separated from the foul yell.

"Okay, I need to go to the training ground. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, we're preparing for the playoffs!"

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Jeff Van Gundy watched the last video of the Suns game, he was draped in a blanket, he had drunk dozens of cups of coffee, and his two eyes were as black as the coffee in the cup, looking tired.

The office on the basement level is completely closed and has no windows, so Jeff Van Gundy can't see the sky and doesn't know the time. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a slapping ball coming from the training ground that his mind finally got out of the game video.

"It's morning!?" Van Gundy looked at the watch on his wrist, it was 7 o'clock.

Walking out of the office with a blanket, Van Gundy couldn't even open his eyes from the white lights in the training ground.

"Ann?" Van Gundy, who was shaken so blind, didn't know who was on the court.

"It's my boss, you've been in the office for another night!?Didn't I tell you to rest early when I left yesterday?" Anjie put down his basketball and walked towards Jeff Van Gundy.

I don't have much hair, and I stay up late day after day. An Jie shook his head, compared to this guy, he is a workaholic.

"We have a game tonight, boss, how do you command us on a night like this. Anjie helped Van Gundy back into the office.

"Just take some time to sleep at noon later. Van Gundy waved his hand, disapproving. He almost went to be a commentator because it was too hard to be the head coach of an NBA team.

But once he sat in this position again, Van Gundy would not give himself an easy chance at all.

"Sleep, Sleep, Lord, Alton will take us with us during the day's acclimatization. Anjie looked at the TV screen on Van Gundy's desk, and sure enough, it was the video of the Suns' game.

Seeing that Van Gundy did not respond, Anjie turned his head to see that Jeff Van Gundy had fallen asleep leaning back in his chair.

Anjie put the blanket on Van Gundy to make sure his head coach didn't catch a cold, and walked out of the office to continue playing.

It's just a regular season game, and many teams don't think so. They've either already secured a playoff spot or are already preparing to take a vacation. But in Oklahoma City, this group of young and old, all the way to the 82nd game, was still fighting.

If it weren't for the fact that Calesimo dug a 10-game losing streak for the Thunder at the beginning of the season, they might not have had to work so hard now. Basketball matters, who can tell.

The training ground and the official competition grounds, all in one building. So the players of the Thunder team can be said to have started preparing for this game early in the morning.

If they lose, they will have to do 82 games again next year, and they won't necessarily make the playoffs. A win would shock the entire league and become the biggest dark horse of the season. There is no doubt that everyone is willing to choose the second path, so everyone is very serious today, and there is less of the usual giggling.

By the time Van Gundy was woken up again, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. I have to admit that he was so tired last night that he couldn't wake up at all.

"Chief, it's time for us to go up. Anjie was referring to the official competition venue on the upper floor of the training hall.

"Oh my God, damn it. "The first thing Van Gundy did when he woke up was look at his watch.

"It's so late!" he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, put on a suit and tie, and tidied up his thinning hair by the way. No matter how he spent the night before, he was never sloppy about his image in public.

As soon as Van Gundy pushed open the office door, the entire Thunder team was waiting for him at the door.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, waiting for their leader to call the shots.

"Bang!" Van Gundy clapped his palms, and he himself felt a lot more energetic because of this action.

"Let's go! let's get tickets!" Van Gundy yelled, filling the huge training ground with his echoes. One by one, the players bumped fists into each other and cheered each other on.

Giardina sat down early in the audience, and Presti came down to thank her for coming.

Catherine declined all her friends' invitations to go shopping together, and she and the bearded man closed their doors for the night, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

Rickard and Morris were also sitting on the couch, while Peggy was busy in the kitchen as usual. Kenny Smith and Charles Barkley also began to analyze the situation on television.

Mike Taylor has put his contract aside for the time being, and tonight he just wants to enjoy the joy of basketball alone.

Anjie's parents made a simple breakfast, turned on the TV, and dialed the channel to CCTV5.

"Hello audience friends, I'm Yu Jia. Welcome to CCTV's final round of the NBA regular season. Today, the Oklahoma City Thunder will play back at home against the Phoenix Suns. Whether Chinese player An Jie can shine in the playoffs depends on the result of this game!"

Everything is ready for the game to begin. Win or lose, we will do our best.

An Jie hammered his chest, and the emaciated inside tough guy stepped onto the court.

“...... From Iowa State University, Ann~~~ Jay!"

"Buzz!"

A cheer kicked off the game. (To be continued.) )