Chapter 142: The Devil's Home Field
The break was quite brief, and the Trail Blazers were "unlucky" to be the team that was going to start the game on day one. On April 18, U.S. time www.biquge.info four playoff games kicked off the war, in addition to the Trail Blazers vs Rockets, the other three were the Celtics vs Bulls, the Cavaliers vs the Pistons and the Spurs vs Mavericks. After seeing the league's schedule, Ye Feng was speechless, there was no need to put the only two rookies who participated in the playoffs as the main team on the first day, right? Can we still be friends? But whether you complain or complain, that's how the schedule is arranged, and it's okay if you are reluctant.
But when Ye Feng drove to the Rose Garden Arena by himself, he was taken aback: How do you feel that the whole of Portland is concentrated here? Almost everyone was frantically waving a scarf printed with the Trail Blazers logo, carrying the baseball caps that Ye Feng saw at the draft meeting that belonged to each team, and some fanatics even carefully depicted the Trail Blazers logo on their faces with oil paint. Not to mention, they are really a bit brainless in Ye Feng's opinion......
Seeing such a scene, Ye Feng himself is the second monk and is confused, he is not a rookie who plays at home for the first time, how to say that he has faced the enemy in the Rose Garden this season 41 times, but it is indeed the first time he has seen such a crazy fan, or a fan who behaves so crazy, because he also saw a few somewhat familiar faces at a glance, and those are the fans who have asked him for autographs. And what surprised Ye Feng the most was that this entry time was wrong! He looked at his watch, yes, it wasn't time for the team's pre-match training, why did the fans start entering the stadium so early?
The security guard in the player-only parking lot revealed the mystery to him: this is the playoffs! For the first time today, the burly security guard didn't wear a uniform, but instead wore an oversized Trail Blazers No. 7 jersey, which was Roy's genuine jersey, but it was a bit miserable on him. Ye Feng secretly thought in his heart that he was fortunately not wearing my No. 3 jersey, but soon the words of the security uncle shattered his luck: "Ye, I plan to change the jersey of a Trail Blazers player every other day, of course I will start with the starting five, I want to think about it...... You'll see me wearing your number 3 shirt on the third home game. ”
Well, there is really no way to stop it now, Ye Feng looked at the happy face of the security uncle, and he laughed more ugly than crying, but he had no way to object, so he had to express his gratitude for his strong support insincerely. The uncle patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're welcome, this is what I should do as a Trailblazers fan, I just hope you can lead the team far, as far as you can." The only thing we wanted was to make the playoffs, but now that we're in the playoffs, we're going to raise our goals a little bit. After saying that, he laughed and walked away. Ye Feng looked at the back of this guy gradually moving away, listening to the faint laughter, as if Roy's jersey didn't look so funny, but had some majestic flavor in it.
After entering the stadium, Ye Feng found that the people queuing outside were only part of all the fans, and the people who had already entered the stadium were singing the songs they wrote for the team in the stands, no, no, the use of the word "singing" was already an insult to their volume, they were simply yelling. Don't ask Ye Feng how he knows, he can still hear six or seven points clearly when he walks in the player-only aisle, and you can imagine how deafening the sound was when he walked into the court. This is a battle song they sang spontaneously, just to cheer up players like themselves wearing Trail Blazers jerseys, even if they leave, every year in the playoffs, fans will still not change their fanaticism, this is only related to the Trail Blazers team, or the city of Portland, it has nothing to do with them.
But Ye Feng felt that something was burning in his heart. Before that, he didn't love this team, after all, they gave him a lot of courtesy, and they paid a lot of price for it. However, the so-called liking is not a sense of belonging that is willing to leave his life here, he plays on the field just to complete the tasks assigned by the coach, just like completing homework in middle school and college. But now it's different, he seems to feel that he shouldn't play for the sake of victory, for the sake of these fans with red faces pulling their throats, and this beautiful "City of Roses".
Walking into the locker room, everyone was there, even the ones who usually liked to joke were solemn, and the whole room was filled with the tense atmosphere before the war. Ye Feng closed the door, and could still vaguely hear the singing from the court, he shook his head slightly, walked quickly to his seat and sat down, and began to put on his equipment. The door opened again, and McMillan walked in with the tactical board, and he tapped it with his pen, and when everyone's attention had turned to him, he said slowly in an impassioned and subdued tone:
"82 regular season games, I know everybody's tired, of course, I'm tired too, and I want to rest like you, I want to go to Miami, I want to go to Hawaii, I want to go to all kinds of great places for vacation, and I want to slow down the fatigue of the whole season. But not yet, there are more tough battles waiting for us, and a mere fourth place in the regular season will be enough for you? I don't know what you guys think, but I'm not satisfied! Even if it is the Western Conference semifinals and finals, I am not satisfied, if I want to play, I will go to the stage of the finals to play! ”
"I want to see the team change the floor with the O'Brien Cup printed on it, and I want to see your jerseys embroidered with the O'Brien Cup pattern, and in order to do all this, we all need to continue to work hard, even if we lose, we have to bite off a piece of the opponent's meat!" With a big wave of his hand, he pointed to the door and continued, "Is there anyone else who hasn't heard the songs of those fans?" If you don't hear it, I don't mind letting you guys go out and feel it now! There are no fans who don't want to see the team win the championship, all their hopes are pinned on you, whether to live up to their expectations, or try to beat the opponent, it is your own choice. ”
"All I want to tell you is that I am proud of you and hope that you can find me more things to win against more teams until the last moment!"