Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 86

Delong fell heavily to the ground.

Mayo also staggered a few steps before adjusting himself, bent down and took a few deep breaths, and began to recall...

...

"I won't let you take our victory away! The old-time silhouette is destined to be a timeless classic!"

...

"Hey! You are wrong!" Mayo said to Deron seriously.

When Deron struggled to stand up, he was a little doubtful.

"Some things from the old era will become classics! But they are destined to exist in people's memories!" Mayo said coldly, and then glanced aside, the super basketball manager he believed in.

"The old era is about to pass! Watch it! We in Houston will start a new era that will shock the entire major league!"

snort!Delong snorted coldly, passed by coldly...

Deron finally received his sixth personal foul and was sent off. The moment he staggered towards the bench, the audience stood up and applauded him, but with tears in his eyes, he collapsed beside De Sloan who was relieved and speechless.

"Coach..." He choked up and twitched...

"Hmm..." Sloane smiled. "...you did a great job!"

The two people who were once incompatible with each other finally cleared up their old suspicions at the last moment...

"Know?" Sloan's eyes suddenly flashed with light. "You have become a leader...a spiritual pillar..."

Under the melancholy theme, Sloan finally opened his heart: "You are the most talented guy I have ever seen, you know, that old slick John Stockton, his talent is less than half of yours...So...Come on, your future is limitless...You will definitely become a Hall of Famer who will go down in history...Just like John and Karl!"

He paused and fell into some good memories: "You know, I always act like a jerk, ordering you around like prisoners, and honestly, I know it's wrong...but oh, you know what? If I don't..."

"If I... don't do this..." The old man gently closed his eyes, full of emotion: "I see many people bury their talents in every night of carnival in nightclubs; I see many people waste their good bodies because they have nothing to do and are lazy... Or they were taken away by the police at a young age and ended up wasting their lives in prison..."

"How would I like to see my dearest children lose their favorite basketball!"

All the Jazz players back from the timeout held their breath, too moved to speak...

In fact, they are all adults, and they all know the original intention of the old man, but why do they instinctively resist, and only regret it when they are about to say goodbye to their mentor?

In the VIP box of Salt Lake City, in the eyes of those managers, only the players are hypocritical... They still looked at everything indifferently, watching Mayo hit the bottom of two free throws and overtake the score...

"Even the Rockets without Yao Ming are playing like this. I think it's time to say goodbye to our veterans..."

Many people sighed, but none of them refuted the freshman manager...

"We are too humble, and we can only indulge that guy's arrogance... Do you know? That old guy just slammed on my desk a few times today!"

"We almost got rid of Boozer's bad contract and avoided the luxury tax... and Sloan still believes in his old-fashioned coaching philosophy..."

"Yes, we can get rid of Boozer and other old players... In this way, in the free market next year, we can even attract many All-Stars with our generous salary and unique fan atmosphere!"

"Losing this game just gives us a reason to fire him. We have to look forward... we can't stand still... that's life."

...

Mayo made two free throws steadily, 115:113, the Rockets overtook the score at the last minute.

He glared at the fans who had insulted him, and the provocative embrace ignited the anger towards him at the scene...

"Good job!"

"Nice job OJ!"

"Hi! You are so cool!"

When Deron Williams hid his tears with a large towel, the Rockets smiled knowingly for the first time in harmony.

"Defense! Focus! There are too many unstable factors in the 20-second game! I don't want us to fall on the final point! Focus! Focus!"

Ron heard Adelman express his desire for victory with three consecutive focuses, and he looked at the Jazz beside him, all of them looked a little sad...

It's not just a game!
He suddenly remembered the rumors he had checked earlier... plus his own analysis just outside the arena...

Yes.

This is probably the last game coach Sloan coached in Salt Lake City...

It's hard not to let people remember this iron-blooded army, and that strict old man roaring on the sidelines...

It's hard.

It’s just that Ron suddenly felt that just ruining the last physical confrontation in the entire league that advocates the old age, old-school style, old-fashioned pick-and-roll, and old-fashioned defensive counterattack, just such a plain curtain call, is not so interesting...

Even Mayo's mind is recalling some old things that happened again.

That painful memory remains etched in the hearts of many Jazz fans.

It was at the Delta Center, Game 6 of the Finals, Scottie Pippen was out with a back injury before the game, leaving Jordan alone.

The Flyer scored a total of 45 points that day, more than half of the Bulls' total points. At the last moment, he successfully intercepted Karl Malone, "swayed" Byron Russell near 17 feet in the frontcourt, and succeeded in an emergency stop jump shot!

"This is a horrible thing. Michael can always appear when he needs it the most, and he can always appear at the lore moment." Phil Jackson said after the game, "He is a big winner. He has proved himself in various ways. How many times has he told us what is a real hero in life!"

real hero...

I also want to be such a hero!

I don't want such a flat ending...

Kenny: "Hey! Barkley, tell me what the Jazz have to do to tie the game?"

Barkley: "First of all, in 20 seconds, they must find a way to send the ball into the opponent's basket in the safest way without giving the opponent time... Then, they must have a reliable commander who has seen the big scene, calmly and firmly control the ball..."

Kenny: "Commander? As far as I know, after Deron Williams left the game with 6 fouls, AJ Price, a first-year rookie who played for him..."

Barkley: "Yes, there is no doubt that the Rockets may have no solution to the Utah Twin Towers on weekdays. However, you know that it may be the last round of offense and defense in this game. The Rockets have no physical strength to maintain them in overtime. They will spare no expense and do everything they can to defend against this offense..."

Kenny: "You mean?"

Barkley: "Yes, I am not optimistic about the Jazz. After Deron is off the court, they can't even find a guy who can pass the ball and organize..."

Finally said a few pertinent words!Ron himself wondered if this guy had ever played for the Rockets.

Kenny Smith, the three-pointer who also played for Houston, pretended to be serious: "Cough~ Then wouldn't it be the Jazz's three-pointer?"

Buckley smirked: "Okay! Kenny, do what you should do! Don't sell melons to Wang Po, it's embarrassing..."

Yes, common sense is that right.

But that's where the magic happens. You never know what's going to happen when the final whistle blows. That's the beauty of the NBA...

Don't really fall at the finish line... Ron was feeling uneasy for a while...

20 seconds!The Jazz serve in the frontcourt!

AJ-Price went around to catch the ball but failed, the old and vigorous Harperin squeezed Ariza away, holding the ball in his arms...

how long?Halpring is not a playmaker, and he threw the ball hastily to the inside...

Millsap catches the ball!After a dull game, Scola began to press on every step. His eyes were fixed on the ball in Millsap's hand. The opponent made a point, and then made a bold move.

15 seconds!
Obviously, the old man's final attack intention is not a fatal blow after time-consuming, he thinks of a more secure way, attack if he can, and can't look for another opportunity.

After Millsap really had no chance to find a breakthrough, he distributed it to Korver at the top of the arc. No matter how poor Mayo's defense is, it is more than enough to deal with a spot-up shooter who has no offensive ability with the ball.

He gave it to Boozer again, and Brother Xili rushed over with all his strength. Boozer made a beautiful step measurement, but he didn't dare to make a shot after taking a glance. In addition, Xiaode's timely misplaced defense, he could only wait for time to pass...

On weekdays, the ball is already heading for the basket...

The criticisms of the old era were vividly displayed on the last attack. According to Ron's words, the team's basketball can only die.

It's just that the tenacious jazz still refuses to give up on this, and the curtain call of their beloved teacher has been reluctant to stage it for a long time...

5 seconds...

Fate seems to have played a trick on Salt Lake City again...

It's still the familiar number 23 on the back...

Although they were behind by two points this time, it was like a ghost, leaving the Jazz's best three-pointer and stealing the ball again in the energy solution center...

Carlos Boozer is completely out of temper...

In fact, this time I really can't blame him.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to imagine that when the Rockets are leading, and there are a few seconds left in the game, someone will glance at their defender and run to the ball to make this gamble steal...

When this moment happened, Salt Lake City was destined to accept the fate of losing at home...

But this supernova from the new generation made up his mind to personally bury the remnants of this once glorious but imperfect old era.

Mayo is flying towards his own new era like a sharp arrow off the string, even if the tug-of-war can be ended by throwing the ball forward, he is not willing...

When Deron Williams hid his tears with a big towel, when all the Jazz players shed tears of anger, the Rockets once again showed a knowing smile for their new students.

Only the veteran Harprin, who intends to retire at the end of this season, is unwilling to give up, "Salt Lake City, never allow another No. 23 to tarnish its sanctity!"

He chased too fast, so the historical moment was repeated again...

Still at 17 feet in the frontcourt, Mayo's Cross-over pulled the ball sharply and changed direction, once again "shaking" Utah's spiritual veteran. Under the lonely and dull eyes of everyone, he took a step back and stepped outside the three-point line!

This is something Jordan never did!
The ball was shot in response, and that sound was the sound of the final game...

Whether it counts or not, the Rockets won.

Three in a row.

But for Ron, it was a very meaningful goal. He stood up ecstatically, and then the ball that heralded the future and ushered in a new era smashed into the hoop in front of all the Rockets...

"Go! Belongs to our new era!"

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(End of this chapter)