"Let's go to the east!!"

On the bench, Damon Jones, one of the three living treasures of the Heat, howled excitedly.

But his teammates on either side didn't do as usual, and Leitner even gave him a slap on the back of the head while pulling him back to cover his mouth.

Only then did the little man who was born to jump out realize that the atmosphere around him was not right.

"Stand up, boys, all stand up."

Pat Riley, behind the seat, slapped the players in the face.

At this moment, the iron-blooded sect leader who was thinking about how to kill the opponent had a rare warmth on his face.

The match was over, but none of the 18,345 spectators at the Conceco Arena wanted to leave.

With 27 points, 2 rebounds, 2 assists, 3 fouls and 2 turnovers on 11-of-16 shooting, Miller was Miller's final performance at Indiana.

Because this farewell is probably goodbye.

In a few months, the Pacers will make a comeback, but there won't be Reggie Miller on this team.

This won't be Miller's last appearance at Conseco, where his jersey will undoubtedly be retired and he'll have to enjoy the Hall of Fame celebrations, just no more razor-sharp three-pointers.

I don't know when the noisy sounds on the side of the stadium began to converge into one word.

“Reg-gie！”

“Reg-gie！”

“Reg-gie！”

The fans, who had already shouted hoarse at the time of the game, did not pity their throats, and the uniform cheers rose higher and higher.

Eighteen years ago, Miller wasn't a big hit, he was just a skinny guy from California, no family, no friends, no acquaintances, and even after the Pacers drafted him, the local fans protested, they all thought that Stephen Alford, who led India University to the championship, was more deserving of the draft, but Miller conquered the fans with his consistent training attitude and endless lifeless runs on the court.

There was no one in the arena who could keep their eyes dry.

The same is true for Miller.

Somewhat embarrassed, he wiped away the tears that had been shed, and he raised his head to look around at the fans, a happy smile on his face.

Mo Wen, who finished the final performance, did not bother, quietly left the court like a passerby, stepped aside, and waited for the post-game hug like other Heat players.

Although they won, most of the Heat players, including Mo Wen, didn't feel much happy.

Especially a few veterans in the team, they all look preoccupied.

"It was a terrible night."

Mo Wen, who was leaning on Ao Fat, sighed.

Ao Fat raised his eyebrows, stretched out his big black hand and rubbed Mo Wen's hair.

"May I understand that you are the mercy of the executioner?"

"You're rude, Shaq."

"Really? I'm just going to tell you what you're doing. ”

···

Miller should be the last star in the league to be able to do it without a championship but one person for one city.

Throughout his career, there are many highlights, as well as many black spots, and he likes to portray himself as a villain, and in '99 he wrote an autobiography for himself called "I Love Being the Enemy".

He likes to hype himself, but his devotion and purity to basketball are also visible.

Those who admire and admire Miller are not just because of his three-pointers, in fact, Miller's three-pointers have not been the most accurate in the league, people are eager to see real fighters on the court, people are eager to see that they don't give up the game even when there seems to be no chance of a comeback, people are eager to see a player who can give everything for a team.

Miller did it all.

So, at this moment, both those who like him and those who hate others have put aside their preconceptions and paid tribute to this man who has dedicated his life to basketball and the city.

In the post-game hugs, the sadness on the faces of the other Pacers players was even worse than Miller's.

Especially Atai, these two goods didn't cry, but there was a feeling that his soul was drained, and it wasn't until Mo Wen walked in front of him that he had some energy.

"I hate you, brother."

"Is it just hate?"

"See you next time, I'm going to beat you."

"Oh, good luck then."

The two of them coughed and parted after a wave of passion.

Xiao Ao, who was also sad, also wanted to arrange a set for Mo Wen, but it was Mo Wen's eyes that stopped his impulsiveness.

All the way to the main owner, Reggie Miller.

The two looked at each other for two seconds before they began to hug.

"Thank you for your trash talk, I love it, asshole!"

"Thank you for your like, too, old man!"

"Don't forget your promise!"

"You'll see."

After hugging, Miller patted Mo Wen twice on the chest, and Mo Wen patted Miller twice on the shoulder.

Between opponents, there are not so many words.

When the Heat players left the court, Larry Bird took out the microphone and walked to the center of the court with Miller for an interview, and the shouts of the fans changed from Miller's name to -

"Another year!"

"Another year!"

"Another year!"

When reporters asked Miller with fan anticipation, Miller just smiled and said firmly

“No.”

He's tired, and he can feel that his presence is helping the team less.

If a walker wants to go further, he or she must have a metabolism.

Leaving is the last contribution he can make to this team.

Exiting the tunnel for the last time, Miller tearfully patted the "Indiana" on the chest of his jersey with one hand while pointing his index finger high into the sky with the other.

This is the last image he left to Indiana as a player.

···

In front of the TV, the Pistons' starting five tigers fell into deep thought as they watched the cut away picture.

"It would have been nice to have a win-win division, and in that case, Indiana's opponent would have been us."

Hamilton said with a sigh.

He doesn't like Miller's bad mouth, but Miller was also his idol, and his style of play is actually Miller's learning.

"That's good, but if we knock Reggie out for three years in a row, it seems even harder for him to accept."

Billups shook his head and sighed.

However, the sighs of several people did not last long, because when they quickly realized their opponents in the east, just thinking about it, several people unconsciously became solemn.

Compared with the Pacers, who have a lot of experience winning against them, the Heat obviously have more damage and impact on the Pistons.

Ao Fat, who can still force them to play the "Wallace Double Package", Wade, who can compete for the top spot in the league with his breakthrough ability, and Mo Wen, who recently blew up the Detroit media with a 50-point triple-double.

This year, in addition to the slightly shallow depth of the bench, the Pacers' defensive ability is at the level of the Pistons.

The Heat can solve the problem in 6 games when both scorers on the team are injured one after another, and this kind of suppressive force, even as the defending champion, has no bottom in his heart.

···

"A crucial victory, sending off a great player"

"30 points and three doubles, he ended Miller's dream"

"Reggie Miller's Empty-handed Farewell, Counting the Victims of the Bull Dynasty"

The Magician: Miller's Greatness Doesn't Need to Be Proven

《··· 》

A whale fell and everything was born, and Miller's farewell became a carnival for the media.

Fans are lamenting the end of an era because of Miller's retirement, and marveling at the rapid rise of newcomers for another 30+ triple-double.

An inconspicuous news story has landed on the desks of the general managers of major NBA teams.

The Last Jersey

[It is reported that after Miller left the game, the last jersey he wore was not kept, nor was it donated to the team, but to a player. 】

[But the jersey, which represents the legacy, was not given to the Pacers players, but to the man who buried the Pacers and his dreams with his own hands.] 】

[And at the subsequent press conference, Miller also praised the man, and changed his posture that no one looked down on in the past, expressing his optimism about the man's future. 】

[We all know Miller's character, so I think there must be more meanings in this that are worth digging into... 】

Dig deeper? Dig deeper!

After calling the landlord and robbing the landlord, looking back and super doubled, it was almost a card to dig deeper?

The report is only halfway seen, and many team general managers or senior management began to call contacts to confirm the authenticity of this matter.

Damn, someone is rushing!

Whether it is Supersonic general manager Ricky Sander, who is still preparing for a tie-break with the Spurs; or Isaiah Thomas, who is waiting on the garbage heap in New York to "drive the handsome to arrive" and turn waste into treasure; Or the Raptors and Grizzlies looking for torches in the north wind, the eagles, wasps, and jazz who are eager for qualified bosses like thirsty websites for years...

I'm in a hurry!

No, Bird, what about your face?

You just fell in love with someone who just hammered you?

What a shake M!

Miller has worked hard for the team for 18 years, and has just retired, and the sweat on the floor has not yet dried, so you asked him to help the team recruit people?

What a scumbag!

It is none other than Mo Wen, who has only signed a 2+1 contract (third-year player option) that has made so many people anxious.

Because of this contract rule, Mo Wen will have the opportunity to jump out of the contract and become a complete free agent after the end of next season.

Because less than three seasons have been in place, the Heat have no unheard of bird rights, and they can't renew their contracts, and they can apply the early Bird clause (players can renew their contracts with a 175% increase cap after two years with a team, but sign for at least two years) and can't give him a salary that can match his value.

Mo Wen's current salary of 600 is 175%, which is only in his early 10 millions, which is not as high as the 30-year-old Nash.

Think about it, Mo Wen, who will only be 22 years old next year, has a mature style of play, both offensive and defensive, top organizational skills, and his playoff performance is comparable to that of a supergiant, with a ring, handsome, and especially sitting on the Chinese market.

This kind of player, which manager is not confused.

The most important thing is that Mo Wen can still become a complete free agent, without paying any price, and only needs to have enough salary space to sign.

General managers of each team: Shut up and take my money!

What? Don't become a free man until after the end of next season, so there's no hurry... What a ghost!

Completely free people, that is to say, it is up to him to go wherever he goes.

At this time, it is not simply a matter of salary and money.

The salary that everyone can give is about the same, if you give too much, you eat up the team's salary space like Garnett, and if you can't do reinforcements, there will still be problems in the future.

Then you can only talk about feelings.

"Hell, you shouldn't have taken that jersey, my phone has been blown up by that group of general managers in the past two days."

After a bit of guilt, he hung up the phone with Lord Belle, and Hughman looked at Mo Wen tiredly.

"I thought this situation would not happen until the next season, but I didn't expect them to be unable to help it before the season was over."

"I've already communicated with Riley, this matter will be handled by us, don't say anything to the outside world later, before the playoffs, let's train honestly at home and in the stadium."

Mo Wen nodded helplessly.

At that time, after a press conference, exhausted, and at the lowest level of alert, Miller approached him, said that he wanted to lose to a championship team, and then handed him the jersey.

Looking at Miller's jersey, he remembered the copy he had won against Joe's gang leader before, and accepted it in a daze.

When I looked back and realized something, I was already on the team bus.

So, who says Yankees don't give gifts?

A broken... The commemorative jersey made him owe him a favor.

"Speaking of which, have you thought about which city you want to go to later? If you've been here in Miami, it's not impossible, but I have to remind you that even if you do three more consecutive championships, the increase in your business value will be limited. ”

"Your status is rising too fast now, I don't dare to accept endorsement invitations easily now, I don't feel that you will become a money printing machine that is more terrifying than Shaq in less than two years, but, if you renew the contract..."

Heuman groaned.

"Rest assured, next year will be my last year here. I haven't decided where to go, and I don't know what it will be like in a year, so there's no hurry to see it then. Mo Wen said with certainty.

The huddle itself is very cheap, let alone the finished huddle.

His contract can be said to have a trading reason in it, and his status was not high last year, so there is still a saying.

But if you choose to renew your contract with the Heat...

Then won't he become a man who asks for rice with a golden rice bowl?

Originally, Mo Wen thought that it would be almost enough to hand over this matter to Heuman, but he didn't expect that telephone communication was only the most basic.

···

"Mo, do you want to come to Toronto to fish with me in the offseason? Miami is too hot in the summer for a vacation. The manager of our team promised to lend me a yacht, which is quite big, and you can call a few girls to come with you when the time comes... Hey, hey, hey. ”

Bosh grabbed Mo Wen's shoulders and drew a flatbread with a lewd face.

Mo Wen sighed.

Dog, you have changed, last year Toronto was still in your description of northern Myanmar, why this year northern Myanmar has become a paradise.

The conversion was successful, right?

"Not for a holiday? The security guard I live there told me that you have about ten a week, would you like to explain first? I also know your girlfriend's phone number, and if you can't explain it to me, you can explain it to her. ”

···

Taking over a large bag of signed jerseys, James grabbed Mo Wen's hand with no pretentious excitement.

"You've signed all these jerseys? Thank you so much, so let's do it, are you free in the summer. If you have time, I invite you to Cleveland to have a good time, although we are always said to be boring, but I tell you, we still have interesting places and good food.

Our new boss is very wealthy, and he also helped me charter a big yacht this year, and when the time comes, call Dwyane and CB, and we can go fishing on Lake Erie together. ”

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth twitched, is the owner of the team in the Great Lakes a yacht per capita?

And, are you sure, buddy is your grip?

"Uh... LeBron, Cleveland is less than 300 kilometers from Detroit. ”

···

At night, Catherine found Mo Wen for massage as usual.

"My graduation ceremony is on June 22nd, Ruth is going back, if you have time, would you like to go to New York to have a look, and we can give you another comprehensive examination with the help of the school's equipment?"

"How many rooms are there? Three don't go, two consider, one ... You can now pack your things. ”

“···”

"Perverts are going to die!"

···

"Hey, dear, I'm going to have a vacation in two weeks, are you going to come to California to play when you go back to rest?" On the other side of the phone came the girl's soft and pleasant voice.

"California, which city? Sacramento? Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, his brain quickly assessing the risk of being caught red-handed by the T800.

"No, of course I'm going to Los Angeles, mainly because my dad doesn't want me to go alone, saying that even if there are bodyguards over there, it's not very safe..."

Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief, Los Angeles? Los Angeles is good.

He has been to Los Angeles 10 times since he came to Lao Mei, and he has not been able to visit Los Santos on the West Coast once.

"Oh yes, there's an uncle over there who said he could lend me a big yacht if I went to Los Angeles. Before, my parents only let me play on the small yacht, hmph, this time I want to see what is different on the big yacht! ”

After hearing this, Mo Wen's smile froze again.

Stirling or Bath?

Sterling's old white man probably won't play with these flowers.

That's the Bass family.

Hey, there's not going to be a snake popping out of that yacht, is it?

It's still a cultivator...

(End of chapter)