On the hospital bed, Wade looked at the two people in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Can't I really go back? The doctor clearly said that I can still play after two injections. ”

Mo Wen and Ao Fat rolled their eyes in unison.

"What are you thinking about being able to play, but not fighting, running, but not starting violently, just to listen to the fans booing and betting on your career?"

"But... It's the grand final! ”

Wade still wants to fight for it.

He didn't want to watch his teammates fight and enjoy themselves on the field, and he could only lie in the ward and watch the ceiling like waste.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to miss the moment to win the cup!

The two bastards in front of him talked about the championship and the ring for a year, and he also wanted to experience what it was like to experience success.

"You're only in the second grade, why are you so young, besides, let's not win the championship next year together?" Ao Fat took out a banana from the fruit basket next to him, peeled it open, and forced it into Wade's mouth.

"Don't worry, the brothers will leave you a spot on the trophy."

Wade: "Woo, woo, woo! ”

"What is he talking about?" Ao Fat asked a little puzzled.

"Do you have to win the championship next game?" Mo Wen said with some disbelief.

Wade nodded, but was just in time to swallow and almost choked.

"Of course, can't you trust Mo Ling or Shaq? Lie down and wait for us to bring your championship ring to see you. Shaq patted his chest.

Mo Wen & Wade: ......

After confirming that Duncan will not be able to play, O'Neal is quite confident in his G4 performance.

His performance in the last quarter of the game said it all, as long as he didn't get cut, the Spurs' other interior players were only worthy of being toys in front of him.

As for the hacked shark... He has been practicing free throws for the past two days, and it is not a big problem.

Although in the discussion of the outside world, most people think that Mo Wen, who won 3 MVPs, will become the first international player in history to win the FMVP.

But it's not without voices in favor of the "Big Shark", after all, his dominance other than free throws is still visible to the naked eye.

If he doesn't score 50 points in the next game or Mo Wen suddenly loses all his form and the Heat continues to lose, it is estimated that it will not fall on him, but in what capacity he will give up FMVP is also related to his face.

Since May 2005, an epidemic of influenza of unknown cause has been circulating across the country.

Different from the previous susceptible population, which was mainly susceptible to the elderly and weak, the main infection range of this influenza is young and middle-aged, and the infection rate of men who love sports is particularly high.

Finally, on June 16, an ordinary Thursday, the "big tide" for unknown reasons developed to its peak, and employees of various schools, units and enterprises were unable to come to work because of the flu.

Strangely, the hospitals that issued a large number of sick leave certificates did not receive many patients, but many of the patients who were originally hospitalized chose to be discharged home today to deal with chores.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Internet cafes and restaurants with televisions were occupied by a gang of "patients".

Director Zhang, Sun Zhengping and Xu Jicheng were still wasting time in the studio, and at the pre-match press conference on the other side of the ocean, Popovich was also very firm to express his stance to reporters.

"We're not going to throw in the towel, we're going to do everything we can to stop this bunch of despicable unscrupulous guys! No matter what, we will not forgive, we will not give in! ”

Speaking of which, Popovich slapped the table very appropriately.

He created the illusion of a fighter, but the media in the region, with the exception of local reporters in San Antonio, didn't buy it.

On the contrary, on the other hand, Dafan's modest and peaceful posture has won the favor of many media.

It should be said that San Antonio's basketball atmosphere is still good, and in Duncan's absence and there is no hope of victory, the courtside is still full of spectators.

You can say that they are waiting for death, or you can say that they are waiting for a miracle.

The still earth-shattering cheers, the banners and cardboard dancing on the sidelines, and the boos for Stern and the flashing O'Brien Cup show that they haven't given up on the team.

The fans didn't give up, and the Spurs certainly won't give up.

The current situation could not be worse, but it is not entirely hopeless.

Without Duncan, the Spurs would have been left to make a fuss around two outside lines.

Popovich chose to go crazy, and he put on a pirated run-and-gun lineup based on the Suns' matchup experience-

Parker, Ginobili, Brent Barry, Robert Horry, Nazre.

Three players who can play the fast break plus two three-point shooters.

As soon as this lineup was laid out, many experts who watched the game felt that the Spurs had given up, and the heaviest player in the whole team was Nazr at 105 kilograms.

Ao Fat laughed after seeing the Spurs' ranking formation, you have a limit to looking down on people, right?

Dare to play like this, so daring!

At tee off, Ao Fat won the ball for the first time in this year's finals.

It's a bit of a surprise, and the other players of the Heat didn't expect it, and they couldn't run the tactics in the first place.

But it didn't matter, Haslem cut down to the inside after blocking Mo Wen in the high post, attracting Horry's defense, and Mo Wen seized the opportunity to distribute the ball to Ao Fat. After receiving the ball, Ao Fat easily squeezed Nazr away with an arch of his butt, and scored with a small hook shot.

Before Ao Fat could be happy, the Spurs had already launched a counterattack from the baseline.

Traveling lightly, they played speed today.

Barry Jr. and Horry are of average physical fitness and do not have a fast thrust back, but they also make up for a certain speed problem in the case of no regard for rebounding at all.

The Heat didn't let Lue coach start, Damon Jones couldn't keep up with Parker, and in the cheers of the fans on the sidelines, Parker rushed into the empty Heat restricted area with a high frequency of short legs and easily scored the ball.

Ao Fat, who fell at the end of the lineup, didn't feel anything yet, and was even a little happy because he couldn't turn around and run all the time.

Coming back, in the face of Ginobili's defense, Mo Wen only used a few shakes to find an opportunity, broke into the penalty area strongly, and before Horry and Nazel returned to defense, he threw the ball to the hands of Ao Fat.

Mo Wen's thinking is also very clear, since the Spurs have given him a chance, it is impossible for him to leave the loophole unused.

If the Spurs want to rely on the fast break to fight with Ao Fat, then you can give it a try.

The sharks went out to sea to make huge waves, but the remnants of the Spurs showed their strong discipline.

Like a clockwork machine, the Spurs fought back again.

Damon Jones, who had been prepared, did not save his physical strength this time, and tried his best to keep up with Parker, and his interference and persecution did not stop Parker's determination to move forward.

As the least talented and most scolded player in the GDP portfolio, his ability to withstand pressure is actually far stronger than his seemingly thin body, he can't ignore Wade, he can't ignore Mo Wen, but with a guy like Damon Jones with mediocre talent, he is not afraid.

Gritting his teeth against the confrontation, Parker used his best throw to hit the board before going out of bounds.

The referee blew the whistle, and the thug added a penalty.

Amid the cheers of the fans on the sidelines, Parker excitedly tugged at the camera on his jersey.

"Parker is very excited today, the Heat are missing Wade, Parker is a speed player who has finally waited for his chance, Coach Popovich's adjustment idea is right, if they can hold on, this game will not have a miracle." Barkley explained it unbiasedly.

Da Fan on the sidelines glanced at Mo Wen with an inquiring gaze, but Mo Wen shook his head, and did not mean to pause the substitution if he wanted to come up.

Again, as long as the player's concentration is enough, the fast attack cannot be played every round, and the running and bombing under high pressure cannot kill people.

Coming back again, Mo Wen's breakthrough was caught by Little Barry.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Wen performed a void dribble for everyone - the ball was passed out by him covertly, but Ginobili and Barry Jr. were still attracted by his dribble.

The close-up photographer was blinded, did he just see the ball being passed out? Why are these people still entangled in a high position?

By the time he followed his gaze to Rasul, the ball had already been thrown out of Rasul's hand.

Mo Wen showed a wicked smile in the shot, and the photographer suddenly had the urge to smash the camera at Mo Wen.

Even when he is not on camera, he can feel the strong grip on his toes.

"Where's the ball? … Rasul cast! Oops, I don't know when Mo Wen passed the ball, it's really unpredictable, the photographer has been played by him, and he took everyone to watch Mo Wen's air transport! Director Zhang's face was not red, and his heart was not beating and he threw the pot to the photographer.

"This is a superstar, dare to enjoy basketball when the finals are so tense and important!"

TNT's studio was laughing at the moment.

"Maji, if this ball is given to you, can you play this effect?" Kenny Smith asked with a smile.

The magician shook his head in admiration, "No! No！ No！ I can only fool the camera when there is a ball, and I can't trick everyone into watching his prop-free mime performance like Mo. ”

The camera at the far end slowed down, and it was only when he was angry that he could see how the ball leaked to Rasul - he didn't catch the ball with his other hand after dribbling under the crotch before the bag came, but quickly threw the ball under the crotch of Barry Jr. when he was in the middle of the match.

Rasul's attention was also very focused, and he picked up the basketball before it hit the ground without creating any unnecessary movement.

Mo Wen is reaching out to protect the ball, and it is the back luck under the crotch, and he has been holding down the center of gravity to obstruct the vision of the two, and by the time the two of them noticed that something was wrong, Rasul, who was behind Little Barry, had already completed the mortar erection.

David Stern almost fell as he watched the wicked smile and cynical look on the big screen above him.

Don't get me wrong, he no longer has those worldly desires when he is old, and the so-called fall is only aimed at Mo Wen's commercial value.

Why isn't Mo an American?!

What about yellow skin, with this face, with his elegant and treacherous style, and with Mo Wen's clean image off the court, he is also willing to push Mo Wen to the first position in the league.

One crown super Jordan··· Not yet, but when the Heat wins the championship again next year and surpasses Jordan in the triple crown, isn't that a logical thing?

But it's a pity that Mo Wen is an international player, and he is still an international player of a big country.

The kingdom behind him was destined to be impossible for him to transform.

Because Mo is now not just a good basketball player, to put it mildly, Mo Wen is now a business card, or the best business card in China.

Even if Mo Wen does not have a complex background like Wang Zhizhi, it is doomed that he will not be released.

And Mo Wen's economic value also determines that the team behind him will not allow him to make such a stupid move.

The U.S. market has a high consumption power but is aimed at NBA stars, but the Chinese market is almost monopolized by one person!

According to the information collected by NBA China and Nike, Mo Wen has completed the crushing of Yao Ming in popularity since the start of this year's playoffs.

Even Yao Ming's home base, the magic capital, has recently made headlines on ten consecutive pages of newspapers.

But the NBA's biggest market is the United States after all, and it's a bit embarrassing to think about making a foreigner the top brand in the NBA.

Watching the other side jump up and cheer for Mo Wen LeBron, Stern sighed.

Mo Wen was not injured, he really didn't know how to hold the six steps over Mo Wen.

It's been two years since he entered the league, and he still can't see any improvement in other skills except for basic transmission control.

The emperor's talent has been blowing for two years, if there is no Mo Wen, it's okay, if Mo Wen is here to make a comparison, how many years can he blow?

As for Kobe Bryant...

He wants to praise it, but one is that his "handsome and chic" image problem, and the other is that O'Neal's winning the championship again this year will also affect Kobe's status in the eyes of the public.

Leaving Kobe, O'Neal took two sophomores or championships, and left O'Neal, and Kobe Bryant in the eighth grade couldn't squeeze in, how do you tell him to wash it?

If he could, he really wanted to make a soul swap device to swap Kobe Bryant's and LeBron's souls.

LeBron's body, Kobe's soul - this... Isn't this Danzi!

Hey, I miss the 1002nd day of Danzi.

···

On the field, O'Neill once again tortured Nazr like XXN on a blind date.

Do you have a weight (cun kuan)?

Do you have a height (fang zi)?

Do you have the strength (che zi)?

Do you have a guard against me?

In just 9 minutes, he scored 14 points and contributed 5 assists to Mo Wen.

But unlike in the past, although his efficient scoring allowed the Heat to take a four-point lead, his physical strength was also quickly consumed in the high-speed transition round.

Although the high-speed switchback pull brought him full stimulation and excitement, he was somewhat numb from the same position.

The expected shark cutting is gone, he has no time to rest, his physical strength can't eat, and his leg injury can't be eaten.

He can only use a slower and slower pace to show the public his old age.

Sensing Mo Wen's concerned and inquiring gaze, the shark's heart couldn't help but rise with a sadness of "Jun Sheng, I am old".

It would have been nice if I had met sooner.

"Shaq, you don't want to grab the FMVP from me, I'll tell you now, no way, I'll let Alonzo replace you!"

Mo Wen slowed down and patted O'Neill on the shoulder in a funny tone.

"Heh, if you want to get FMVP, you have to get it yourself, I gave him a chance before with that little snake, can I still give it to him for nothing if he can't grab it?"

O'Neill picked up the tune and replied.

At the mention of the snake, it suddenly occurred to Ao Fat that he couldn't hold on any longer.

Otherwise, when the car overturns, I'm afraid that I will be laughed at by that kid to death?

Although the two had broken off contact, he could also imagine the guy's ugly face.

Gan!

He took the initiative to call a timeout.

Then he signaled to the referee and Da Fan that Mo Wen had something to say.

Mo Wen: ···

Looking at the replaced Mourning, the Spurs were shocked up and down.

You must know that in the past, the first quarter of Ao Fat was basically full. In Wade's absence today, O'Neal only played 9 minutes and went off when O'Neal was needed, which shows nothing.

Popovich had set a strategy before the game to target O'Neill and then kill Mowen, and now it seems that his plan is half successful!

Next, as long as Mo Wen can be pressed to death, their comeback plan can be completed!

The second step of this plan seems to be much simpler, after all, Mo Wen is just one person, and they Manu and Parker are two people!

Two against one, the advantage is mine!

"FMVP, you're thinking too soon! You still have to think about how to explain to the reporter after being turned over! ”

Ginobili, who had heard something just now, approached Mo Wen and talked trash.

"Can you tell me, what gave you such confidence?"

wiped a handful of thin beads of sweat on his head, and before he could blow his breath, the sweat was about to dry.

"Maybe it's the confidence that comes from an Olympic champion?"

The Argentine said aggressively.

Mo Wen choked and laughed angrily.

The Olympic semi-final was the most disgusting game he played in reality.

I'm sick to the memory of it now.

The talent pool of the men's basketball team at that time was too small, otherwise they really entered the finals, and they had every chance to win Argentina and create a miracle!

"Ha giggle, crumbs, you've managed to bring back my bad memories, Manu, so I'm sorry I can't give you decency."

"Then please, see who can make it to the end!"

As he spoke, Ginobili reached for the basketball.

Mo Wen stopped Ginobili with an elbow, and after the crotch dribble changed the center of gravity to one side, a smart hanging ball turned around, bypassed Ginobili's defense, and went straight to the basket.

Seeing this, Horry hurriedly retreated.

When he saw that the person who came was Mo Wen, he also had a plan in his heart, and planned to continue the great business that was unfinished yesterday.

But Mo Wen, who was rarely angry, did not choose a difficult layup as usual, but rushed straight over.

Seeing the position chosen by Horry, he could see that Horry had ideas, and it just so happened that he still had a pen account that he had not collected, and he was in a bad mood today, so he simply accepted it directly.

"Mo turned around and broke through successfully, Horry returned to defense, how did he play? …… Fack! Violent dunk, Mo Wen chose to dunk! He deducted Horry directly! The on-site commentator shouted loudly as he watched Horry, who flew upside down two meters away.

Horry, who fell to the ground, pinched his aching thigh and yelled at the referee for a foul.

"He's on his knees, he's maliciously fouling!"

"Ha, your skin is really thick enough, you can't pull people, and you're embarrassed to foul?" Mo Wen spread his hands towards the referee and the linesman, signaling that this was the one who fouled.

The referee had his own judgment, but out of fairness, he still looked at the linesman and consulted her opinion, and the linesman nodded in the direction of Mo Wen.

"Mo's movements are very clean, don't play those tricks with me, pull people to foul, and I'll blow you if you play again!"

No matter which way you look at it, the referee prefers to believe that Mo Wen, who looks and "looks" cleaner.

An old ball ruffian like Horry is not trustworthy at first glance.

Mo Wen smiled politely at the referee and the female linesman and nodded.

I have to say that in a game supervised by the president, the whistle is the normal whistle.

The referee was okay, keeping his professionalism with a cold face, and the female linesman grinned without much concealment, which directly made Popovich, who was observing all this, angry.

His eyes went dark, and the feeling of a slight concussion came back to him.

He bet that the was only looking at Mo Wen's face just now, and forgot to look at Mo Wen's movements, no matter how Huo Li said it, he was also a 100-kilogram insider, even if he was old and his strength was not as good as Mo Wen's, he would not be knocked two meters away under normal movements.

Seeing Horry limping to his feet, the referee and linesman both rolled their eyes.

Act, keep acting!

It's the butt that falls, and it's the thigh that catches it, this acting skill is really natural.

Seeing this scene, Popovich couldn't help his temper and ran over to find the referee's theory, but the referee would not easily overturn the matter that had already been decided.

The president has asked them before, the most important thing to enforce the playoffs is to be able to withstand pressure.

Over and over again that's a sign of incompetence, and a bad referee is better than an incompetent referee.

"For the sake of the finals, I'll warn you one last time, popo has no problem with our decision, we can watch the replay with you at halftime, now go back to your seat and continue the game!"

"You're just a piece of shit, Fa..."

The referee subconsciously wanted to blow the whistle when he saw Popovich's mouth, but who would have thought that before he blew the whistle, Popovich swayed as if he was about to faint.

Nima's, it's not enough for the players to touch the porcelain, the head coach doesn't want his face, and come?

To be reasonable, he wanted to blow it, but he was really pinched by Popovich's hand, he was going to blow it, Popovich fainted, and it was really unclear about it.

Fortunately, Popovich only had intermittent attacks, and before he could go down, the referee pulled him back to his senses and regained his footing.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to, popo, and I can watch the replay with you right now if you want." Holding back the nausea, the referee grabbed Popovich's hand and walked to the technical table.

The game was temporarily suspended, and the referee signaled to go back in time.

The director on the sidelines also called up the picture just now recorded by several cameras.

"Look here, Mo obviously has a tendency to raise his knees, he just pushes his knees and makes dangerous moves!"

Popovich said excitedly, pointing to a picture.

"The trend of knee lifting? A few more screens? The referee frowned and motioned for the director to switch cameras.

But the strange thing is that after several camera positions, Mo Wen's specific top knee picture was not taken.

On the contrary, it was Horry's actions that were filmed clearly.

If it weren't for Mo Wen's speed being fast enough, the impact force rising, and finding a balance in the air without knowing where to be, maybe he would have been maliciously pulled down by Horry.

"That's what you're talking about knee raising? Ahh ”

The reasonable referee came to the end, and his tone rose all the way. The referee is originally a relatively horizontal professional group, and he can usually be three points if he doesn't pay attention to it, but if they let them take advantage of it-

"Jack, project the picture just now on the big screen, and let the audience and the fans in front of the TV help find out where Mo is kneeling?!"

Popovich's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could there not be?

It shouldn't be!

But a famous marshal is a famous marshal, and he quickly came up with a pretext.

"There is always something that the camera can't capture, and finding the truth outside the camera is the role that your referee should play."

"Then do you want me to help you call Fabrin (the lineswoman) over and tell you in person?" The referee scoffed.

"I saw her smile at Mo just now, she's just a, do you think..." Popovich said subconsciously, but only halfway through the sentence, he realized that something was wrong.

The referee showed a look of surprise and disgust: "Do you want to listen to what Bobo is talking about when you step on the horse?" ”

"I mean, her actions make me feel biased..."

"Don't say it, I'll relay your words to her word for word, and it will be reflected in today's referee's report, be prepared for your apology and fine, I won't hide this kind of because David (Stern) is here." The referee patted Popovich on the shoulder as he spoke, a hearty smile on his face.

"Oh yes, take care of your players, next time there is such a move, I promise he will leave the field before the injured person!"

Popovich wanted to defend something, but as soon as he looked up, half of the people at the technical desk looked at him, especially the female statistician, whose face was not so old that there were no wrinkles at all.

Popovich's eyes were dark again, Farke, what a trouble.

Europe and the United States are the birthplace of the women's rights movement, although for various reasons they feel that they are lying down, but that is only at the bottom, and their teeth are very sharp for public celebrities.

The big screen showed the picture just now, and some of them were still shouting "ref suck!" The fans were speechless.

Well, although it was Horry who flew out upside down just now, judging from these pictures, it seems that Horry did indeed maliciously do dirty actions.

Not everyone can give up the lower limit of being a human being in order to win.

Some of the Heat fans who ran out of the front row booed, and some educated Spurs fans couldn't help but boo.

Even a few people on the Spurs couldn't help but glance at Horry's limping leg.

Didn't I say, big brother, you're too dedicated to acting, right?

Huo Li's eyes kept switching back and forth between the big screen and Mo Wen, shouldn't it, he obviously felt Mo Wen pushing his knee just now, could it be that the pain in his thigh was originally due to muscle strain?

After crossing the court, Popovich didn't say a word, except to signal Nesterovic to replace Horry.

If he was really pushed and flew down just now, he couldn't pull people steadily, he couldn't protect the frame, and he lost such a big face and got into such a big trouble.

Let's sit back on the bench and wake up!

Mo Wen, who aroused mood swings, would not stop because of this dunk.

On the defensive end, he dropped the more energy-efficient Barry and took the initiative to find Ginobili.

The confrontation of pestering people to consume him is not Mo Wen's purpose.

Break, break, break.

As long as the ball is in Ginobili's hand, the next second will wait for the endless entanglement.

In 2 minutes and 5 rounds, Ginobili held the ball 4 times and was cut off by Mo Wen 3 times.

This crazy move made the Spurs' rhythm, which was originally quite smooth in attack, directly cut off.

During this time, the Heat's offense was still focused on the interior, and Mo Wen didn't want to empty his physical energy in front.

Fortunately, Mourning, who felt that the championship was about to arrive, was quite active.

The back hits the top and throws a small hook, and the lever throws a big fat elbow.

It can't be said that it perfectly replaces the role of Ao Fat, and it almost replaces 80%.

The key is that he grabbed the rebounds well, and after grabbing the rebounds, he also knew that he would pass them out first, and wait for Mo Wen to pull everyone out before attacking.

Relying on the play of Mourning and other players, the Heat opened up a four-point lead in the next three minutes.

"Give me a Mo earlier, what kind of do you have!" After getting off the court, Mourning, who had 6 points and 3 rebounds, talked trash talk to Ao Fat arrogantly.

"That's it, that's it, give me a Mo ......" Lightner opened his mouth and was about to say something, when Mo Ning and O'Neill looked at each other.

"What do you see, isn't the kung fu of me and Mo enough to rule this big alliance?"

"Mo may be able to rule the outside, but you can't rule me." O'Neill snorted coldly.

"That's what I want to say, too." Mo Ning crooked his mouth and said with disdain.

"Fack, you two have a kind, where is Duncan? It's not up to me! ”

Lightner tilted his head, a look of disdain more than they had both.

···

In the second quarter, Mo Wen rested for a while, and none of the big three on the field was, although he... Together with Da Fan, he laid out several rather subtle tactics.

But the substitute Kenyandurin was a little nervous and a bit of a mess after playing two good tactics.

By the time Mo Wen played again, the difference had been chased back to 3 points.

But when Brother Mo came up, the situation was reversed; Brother Mo came up, and the Spurs were not at peace.

Mo Wen pulled Dazhi up and began to take his teammates to fight against the Spurs.

Parker's pacing ability is good, and although the number of assists still seems to be far from the top point guards, considering his team-based play and the projection ability that he slowly developed until later, it is quite okay to average 6 assists per game in the early and mid-career periods.

However, compared to an old fox like Mo Wen, his rhythmic ability is still a little worse.

Stern was happy to see that the two sides were fighting again, but Popovich was not happy because Fat did not play and the score was pulled away again.

The 9-point difference, and the fat who rested off the court, are like the sword of Damocles hanging over the Spurs.

And Mo Wen's assists are also increasing empty, and after halftime, Mo Wen's assists have come to 12.

Wade, who was watching the game in the hospital room, exhaled and touched his injured ribs, with a local San Antonio newspaper sitting next to his bed.

Why is he so anxious to compete in a guaranteed match?

Or the San Antonio newspaper in front of me analyzes it.

Mo Wen and O'Neal's contracts are only two years, and O'Neal has confirmed that he will negotiate a contract extension in advance this summer, otherwise once the contract takes effect in the second year of O'Fat's contract, one is likely to let O'Fat return to the free market for nothing, and the other is that O'Fat's salary of up to 30 million is to squeeze a lot of salary space for the Heat, resulting in the Heat being unable to strengthen in the summer.

Although Ao Fat has a little bit of a pull in this year's playoffs, and his physical problems have frequently exploded, this does not affect his value as the league's No. 1 center.

The salary cap is projected to reach 49 million next season, and if the Heat don't want to pay a lot of luxury tax, they can only keep 2 superstars.

The Heat's best option is to renew Mo Wen's contract early, and then eat Wade's two-year rookie bonus and try to build a dynasty.

Of course, there is another way of saying that Mo Wen's ability is not as good as Wade's point guard, so it is also a good choice to trade Wade in exchange for draft picks that can be cultivated, and to be able to use instant combat power.

"You said you wouldn't rob me of the city, but she's already got her heart on you."

Looking at Mo Wen, who confidently accepted the halftime interview in the camera, and the enthusiastic female reporter in front of him, Wade grabbed the sheets, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether his heart was hurting or his bones were hurting.

In the locker room, looking at Ao Fat's big slump on the chair, Mo Wen smiled and shook his head.

Even if he wants to sign a big contract in the summer, the current Ao Fat has also shown a bit of a swinging mentality.

The teammates are too strong, and they will indeed subconsciously choose to swing.

He suffers from it, and sometimes he is finally assigned to the winner's dungeon, because his teammates are too strong, and he easily gains the advantage, which makes him slack and causes the mission data to not be brushed enough.

If this product can win two championships with the Heat, it is not certain what it will look like when it turns back.

The reasons for the swing are all ready-made - Riley has practiced it.

Originally, in history, after two years of perseverance under Riley, his health and mentality collapsed together.

It wasn't until he was later traded to the Suns that NASA's miracle doctor rejuvenated him and rescued him.

This year, Riley is still a worker, and when he won the championship, Riley's ten-year share contract was activated and promoted to the team's small boss, and the Heat is his word, he has not experienced what kind of training state it will be, but he has entered the 06-08 period when he re-coached the Heat, except for him, the state of his teammates is not full.

He's still in a state of poor health, and it's okay to practice with Riley, but he's been practicing all the time—why bother?

The team is unwilling to pay the luxury tax (Ajan didn't pay it in the first year of his arrival), there is also a time bomb for O'Fat Health, the credit for winning the game also points a part of the Runley Riley, and he may even be persuaded to take a salary cut to renew the contract, and he may be traded when he has been working for most of his life - in the dungeon, it is okay to reward the difficulty, but in reality, if you choose to be difficult, it is a brain problem.

Back in the second half, the Spurs players, who were beaten by Popovich full of chicken blood, once again set off a wave of offensive counterattacks.

But the spiritual attribute can't make up for the gap in strength.

Ao Fat and Mo Wen teamed up to play a few more rounds, and the Spurs players returned to reality.

Ginobili is the fastest to return to form.

Mo Wen, who held a grudge, did not give up the arrest of him, and halfway through the third quarter, he forced the Argentine to contribute 7 mistakes.

Although Mo Wen also received 3 fouls because of this, he was happy and it was over.

After every steal, Mo Wen would say in his ear, "Olympic champion, your 50 million compatriots are watching your live broadcast!" (The NBA claims that Argentina has 50 million viewers.) ）

It's really remarkable that Ginobili can grit his teeth and stick to his mentality.

In the final quarter, the difference had been stretched to 15 points, and no matter how much Popovich tried to make chicken soup, it would be useless.

Don't look at the little old man's usual jumping up and down with a full sense of existence, but the spiritual totem of the Spurs still depends on the sullen talker Mr. "Black Jack" who is silent on the field and can't stop talking off the court (a small game in Las Vegas, commonly known as 21 o'clock, is also the name of a dull car dealership).

There is no extreme turnaround, there is no dramatic lore, there are not so many miracles, some are just logical, natural, ripe...

Popovich stared blankly at the championship flag over the court, and the Spurs players all bowed their heads and covered with towels.

Mourning lay on Riley and started the storm crying; Da Fan looked at the scoreboard on the screen, and Silly forgot that the game was still in progress; Leitner wanted to get up to celebrate but was afraid of being blasted by the angry fans on the sidelines; Haslem on the pitch jumped step by step, and the whole person seemed to be about to float; Damon Jones took out the sunglasses he had prepared, ready to rush to play handsome at the end of the game.

There are 51 seconds left.

Mo Wen, who no longer scored, used a ground-hitting pass to assist Dazhi on an easy layup to score his 10th point, and also pushed his assist count to 22.

After stealing Ginobili again in the front court, Mo Wen did not choose to attack again, but walked in front of Popovich with the ball.

Forcefully pressed the ball to the ground.

Pointing at Popovich.

Turn away, turn around and wave your hand.

These 33 seconds are for you.

Goodbye, San Antonio crumbs!

There are still 300 words left. Let's try again tomorrow...

(End of chapter)