Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 197 Night Visit to Madison...

In the quiet locker room of the Madison Square Garden home team in the Big Apple, he was the only one left lamenting the golden years...

He lost today the game he was most unwilling to lose this season. His physical condition and condition are very clear to him-he has lost interest in all the remaining games of this season. For him, this season may also be the end of his playing career...

"Houston is on another four-game winning streak, and it's back-to-back back-to-back games in the Eastern Conference... They have improved their record to 22 wins and 25 losses, and it seems that the playoffs are close..."

"When their former head star McGrady, before and after losing the All-Star Game for the first time, personally verified the strength of his former club and watched the Rockets ascend to the sky in the fourth quarter, he naturally felt a lot..."

"Who will remember his provocative words before the start of the game? Maybe the people of Houston are gradually warming up and playing better and better, which proves that the decision to send him away is unquestionable... However, I think those people in Space City who once liked Tracy McGrady, and those fans who were crazy about him, will inevitably feel a little sad when they see the lonely back of a person silently walking towards the player tunnel after the game..."

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The pain of parting and disappointment can no longer be heard.

The space formed by the singing, no matter how old the years come and go, so the faces of the people who are still protected have not changed and there is a huge and unending hatred.

Those things that we thought we could never forget are forgotten in the process of our obsession.

That elegant and free-spirited stem...

The domineering dunk of the rider...

Of course, there is also the miraculous 35 seconds and 13 minutes...

When love cannot be perfect, I would rather choose no regrets. No matter how exciting and beautiful the NBA will be in the future, we don’t want to lose our memory of you in this life. We don’t want eternal beauty. As long as we have you in our memory in this life, that’s enough...

Commemorating the Red 1…

(Compared to the pair of sleepy eyes that make many people sigh, in fact, the first thing that attracted me to McGrady was his pair of thin legs...)
Night visit to Madison Square Garden…

"Tracy..."

On the other hand, it is a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar, but when we meet again, the feeling of heroic love gradually fades away...

"Uh...Sorry...Are you...a reporter from China?" At that moment, he raised his head again with a smile on his face...

"It's Ron..." Ron smiled humorously and walked towards him.

"Remember? We met before... I was punched by you at that time..." Ron silently drew a chair from the side and sat in front of him...

Sparks sparkle in those empty eyes...

"Uh huh...it's you, aha...what should I call you?" He forced a smile: "Dude? The manager of Houston? The amazing Chinese?"

In McGrady's eyes, there was still that slightly jerky oriental man's face, but there was a vague aura in his eyes and his whole body...

In fact, how can someone who is not a little bit less autistic not know Ron, who has already made a name for himself in "Sports Illustrated"?Not to mention a former superstar...

It's just a kind of embarrassment that pales in comparison, making it hard for him to breathe...

When McGrady lowered his head and took a deep breath, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

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Those who fear you in front of you must hate you in back.

Only by being a friend can one get a friend.

"Let's call me Ron..." After a long silence, Ron used this to ease the atmosphere.

"Hmm, you know... I don't really like to let my fans see my poor, hungry and cold side... I always try to show my best side in front of them... But, except for you." He smiled and joked: "I remember you said before, you are my fan... Now I am your fan, hehe..."

"Come on...Hey, Tracy...How does it feel, your...knee or..." Ron tried his best to restrain his concerned eyes. After all, his identity is different, and too much investment in his emotions will only confuse the other party...

"Good! Very good, it's almost never been good..." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and then buried his eyes deeply: "Of course, the premise is that you don't play games..."

Obviously... a few hours ago, Ron saw McGrady almost exactly the same as when he was in the Rockets at the beginning of the season...

There are no sharp breakthroughs, no sense of sight and sense of the field, and even self-confidence is almost only in his twisted expression and smiling face...

Surprisingly, he is more willing to defend with his body than before, but in fact, his enthusiasm for defense comes from the accumulation of excess physical energy that has not made any achievements on the offensive end...

"...Alexander must be very grateful to see me like this..." He said humorously, his eyes full of disappointment... "He did the right thing, he successfully played the role of a professional businessman... But he forgot one thing... Forgot, he once said that he hoped to see my jersey floating in the Toyota Center in a few years..."

"Actually, besides me, there were quite a few people who opposed the transaction..." Ron comforted him sincerely, but it seemed like adding fuel to the fire...

"Come on, the fact? What is the fact? In fact, everyone wants me to go..." McGrady said angrily: "Look who they traded me for? Put me on the same plane as Kevin Martin, Jordan Hill and a few draft picks? I'm not belittling them, but I think... this is an insult to my personality..."

"But do you know?" Ron sighed, "If it wasn't for your departure...if it wasn't for the wealth you left behind, there might not be the rocket today..."

Maddie looked at Ron in surprise, staring intently...

"If it weren't for those salary caps, there would be no possibility of a trade... You can be reimbursed for the season, stay until the end of the season... and then after the contract ends, pat your ass and leave... And no team will reject a healthy you. Maybe the next contract will still be the maximum salary if you are lucky..."

Who would say no to a superstar like McGrady if he didn't make a hasty comeback this season and show his fatigue on the court?
"I think most people would do that, Michael Reed, Arenas... If you don't say far, just say close, the New York Knicks' mid-range shot king Alan Houston... is still the New York Knicks' Eddie Curry... But you didn't do it, didn't you..." Ron said tactfully: "And this is why I still have confidence in you..."

McGrady nodded: "Yes...many people...but I don't. Maybe everyone is criticizing my lack of strong will and fighting spirit, which is also reflected in my concerns about actions after returning from injury and the trend of increasingly transparent defense...But the only thing that remains unchanged is my love for basketball...There is no doubt about it."

"Do you know? In China, I can often hear such sayings: 'Kobe is a fart! A healthy McGrady is much better than him!' 'A healthy McGrady is the strongest swingman in history, bar none!' 'Healthy McGrady is the only one who can surpass Jordan!' At first, I thought these words didn't sound like a high IQ, but then I gradually realized the truth..."

"Oh?" Maddie was a little surprised.

"First of all, 'healthy you' is indeed very strong. Orlando's two scoring champions and the league's first team are enough to prove this. Second, as time goes by, the concept of 'healthy you', like 'world peace' and 'longevity', represents a good wish, not a fact. If this is the case, why take it so seriously?" Ron laughed jokingly, and then the two fell into silence...

"To be honest...Actually, you can play smarter...You should know that you are not the same you in the past...You can no longer carry the game on your own...Just like today's game...You can use your experience to help the team win more victories instead of just being brave..."

"Yes, I know..." Maddie sighed sincerely, then looked up into the distance, and after a while, his vision blurred... "But... you know? It's easy for a person to get applause, but it's very difficult to never lose those applause..."

Ron raised his head in surprise, but he never thought that those hopes and expectations were in some ways more terrifying than the vicious abuse and slander, which deeply overwhelmed some players with strong self-esteem, and they couldn't bear it until they died, to enjoy the treatment that an old player should have...

When it's almost dusk, I can only let the last years of my life drift away with the wind...

"It's just..." Ron was hesitant and uneasy... In fact, there are some things, if you talk about it, it's better not to talk about it. At least the ending of a tragic hero (similar to Iverson, who can't get in the way of dying as a substitute), can also become a popular story...

But Ron still doesn't want McGrady to remain in people's hearts in the form of imperfect beauty with a tragic fate forever...

"It's just... just that I really hope that one day, I can see you running happily again... because, in my eyes, compared to vain honors and ethereal admiration... the heart that loves basketball is the most important... Isn't it?"

"because…"

"Because we are all people who love basketball!"

Come on, T-mac, no matter how you choose, in my heart, you are a hero...

Ron patted the stunned McGrady on the shoulder, and left without hesitation. He tried to walk as slowly as possible, so that the time when he could still see his favorite idol standing on the basketball court would not pass away so quickly...

"Thank you..." The sleepy man closed his eyes deeply, tears flickering in his eyes...

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It's far away, and I still see your waving hand, maybe it's not you, but I'd rather believe it's you.

You will never see me when I am the loneliest, because I am the loneliest only when I cannot see you playing.

A lonely person will always remember everyone in his life with his heart, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.

When waving away, don't say goodbye, just because of the eternal expectation and eternal memory in your heart.

The pain of parting and disappointment can no longer be heard.

The space formed by the singing, no matter how old the years come and go, so the faces of the people who are still protected have not changed and there is a huge and unending hatred.

Those things that we thought we could never forget are forgotten in the process of our obsession.

When your career as a player cannot be perfect, I would rather choose no regrets. No matter how exciting the future of basketball is, I don’t want to lose the shock you brought me. I don’t want to see your heroic appearance on the basketball court forever. I just want to have your all-powerful days in my lifetime memories...

Don't say goodbye with a wave, just because of the eternal expectation and eternal memory in my heart.

Ordinary time, ordinary stories, but I don’t know how many purple loneliness should flash in your dreams on this rainy night...

Even if we only have a brief encounter and a brief understanding, the days when you can still play are eternity.

Once you laugh, I can be happy for several days; but once you cry, I can be sad for several years...

Memories always choose the most beautiful page, those unopened buds are just another note of youth, no regrets...

(To commemorate those years, the days when we skipped classes to watch football together...)
　To commemorate those years, the days when we skipped class to watch football together...

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)