basketball never sleeps

Chapter 156 At Least He Has Tried Hard

The basketball fell into the net frame, and in the next second, the entire Conseco Arena reverberated with laments.

Reggie Miller, who was shaken away, supported him as if he had suffered a heavy blow to the head. He looked at the red light with dull eyes. The basket net that fell after flying up was just like his mood at the moment, and his original resolute expression also changed. Became helpless.

Byrd on the sidelines let out a long breath of foul air, and grabbed the somewhat deformed tie fiercely.

Turning his head to look at Mo Wen's eyes, there was no appreciation, only resentment.

His honey, my arsenic.

After scoring the goal, Mo Wen didn't celebrate, and even the expression on his face didn't change, as if he had completed a regular goal, he just stood there quietly and looked around to appreciate the reaction of the Pacers fans.

Frustrated, Surprised, Confused, Sad, Angry...

At the moment, these home fans seem to have succeeded Sisyphus pushing the rolling stone up the hill.

Although they just sat in their seats and watched the game, many of them felt more tired than the players who fought on the field.

"Don't pass Miller, hit the buzzer and hit a super long three-pointer! God, this is really a desperate shot. The Heat evened the point difference at the end of the half. This is what we say about the Heat. The strength is that superstars can stand up at every critical moment."

"Oh ho ho, look, what's Mo Na's expression? Dude, smile, you scored at the buzzer, do you know that you look scary, when did the director turn off the air conditioner in our studio, how do I feel Is it so cold?"

Bill Walton, who was in charge of explaining the game, was not joking. Mo Wen's calm appearance really gave him goosebumps.

Including the Pacers players and fans who saw this scene, there was also a trace of panic in their hearts.

This random shot at the buzzer and the calm performance afterwards, what the hell is this, is this a movie?
Mo Wen didn't deliberately suppress his inner emotions just to hold the cup, it was just a half-time lore, this kind of small stone really couldn't stir up much waves in his heart.

Just like college students don't feel so happy because they got full marks in the high... junior... elementary school exam.

Give this kind of ball to others, he may be able to play it for a lifetime, but if you play too many games, this thing will depreciate.

But Mo Wen's calmness didn't last long.

Soon other excited Heat players surrounded him, colliding, hugging, and yelling to vent their inner excitement.

At halftime, the two teams returned to their respective locker rooms.

The Heat had nothing to say here, after Da Fan thanked his "savior" in front of everyone, he pulled Wade and O'Fang aside and "asked" the reason for their depression.

Da Fan is really angry, can't hold back after winning two home games?

He really longs for the NBA's dress code to be stricter, ideally requiring players to wear chastity pants during games.

In the Pacers locker room, Carlisle and his coaching team commented on the performance of the players in the first half. After talking about the arrangement for the second half, the atmosphere in the locker room returned to silence.

As the leader of the locker room, Miller wanted to stand up and say something, but he didn't know what words to start with.

He was also nervous because, if nothing else, his career would be decided after the second half.

If he wins, he still has the right to dream. If he loses, he can prepare his retirement speech as Barkley said.

He didn't speak, but walked to his locker, opened the upper and lower doors, and looked at the traces left by 18 years, as if he was examining his career.

There isn't much in the whole cabinet.

Below are a few spare pairs of sneakers, souvenirs made by the team in an unknown year, and some worthless small items given by fans. Perhaps it is from these scattered items that he can recall a certain time in the past. some past events, so they are not cleared.

There are also some spare clothes stored in the cabinet on one side, and the color behind the cabinet door has become richer, and the densely packed photos are pasted.

Photos with his sister, commemorative photos from high school and college, and photos from various periods when he came to the Pacers.

He is lucky, the teammates in the photo come and go, only he is lucky to stay in the team.

Looking at the bits and pieces of his first half of life, a reminiscing smile appeared on his face.

The top cabinet is very empty in comparison, and there is only one trophy, which is the Eastern Conference championship trophy after the Pacers won the Eastern Conference Finals in 2000, and it is also the only trophy he has won in his career with the Pacers.

Counting his basketball career is of course more than this one trophy, but those are all won in high school and the national team. In the NBA, he really only has this one trophy. It is said that Danzi is too lazy to put out the best of the month trophy , he has never won one in his 18-year career.

He has participated in the three-point contest 5 times, but unfortunately, every time he was a bit unlucky.

He has made it to the best third team a few times, but this thing is just a name just like the status of several All-Star substitutes.

"I don't know what others will think of my career when they see this empty honor platform?"

He looked at the trophy that was already a little dim due to the dust, and then looked at his empty hands.

Is it bleak?Maybe, at least he tried.

"Aha, are you ready to pack up now? There is still a game to play. If you don't play, I will deduct your salary."

Sucking an unlit cigar, Bird came behind Miller at some point.

Miller's emotions that had been brewing for a long time were directly crushed by Bird's words.

"Ha, you're not Bird, tell me is Angie or Riley under your mask? Or is it that you can't bear it after acting for so many years?"

Bird chuckled, walked forward to him, put his arms around his shoulders, and admired it with him.

"Aren't you going to take something with you?" Bird asked.

Miller pointed to his head: "There's nothing to take away, I haven't left anything behind, all that can be taken away is already in my head."

"I heard from the boss that you have used this cabinet for more than ten years. Do you want me to take it out later and send it to your home?"

"Fuck you." Miller scolded with a smile, "Are you planning to clean up everything about me after I'm gone? You must let me leave some traces here, right?"

"This trophy...is old, so don't take it away, get a new one this year, take the new one away, and keep the old one, what do you think?"

After patting Miller on the shoulder twice, Larry Bird said naturally.The situation is obviously not particularly good, but the confidence in Bird's words has not diminished.

After hearing this, Miller was silent for a long time before raising his head and replying:

"Fake, why didn't I see that you can be so vicious? I just want to retire safely, but you want me to stay here with my life."

"Of course, if you can take that away, it's okay to keep my life."

"..."

The two people at the back were chatting about Miller's life after retirement like the old man in the park.

They weren't loud, but they were easy to hear in the quiet locker room.

The brisk chat content did not make the players feel half relaxed, but made them feel blocked in their hearts.

Bird and Miller laugh from time to time, so that the Pacers players feel quite harsh.

Miller's reputation in the outside world is not good, but within the team, he can be called a qualified big brother.

And the more you know what he has paid for this team, the harder it is to accept him retiring so cleanly.

An inexplicable sense of depression, irritability, and sadness filled the locker room of the home team.

"Let me play a few more times in the second half, Mr. Carlisle."

Artest put on a stiff flattering expression, poked Carlisle, and said in a low voice.

Seeing that Carlisle didn't speak, he was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I won't hit you indiscriminately, give me a chance, I think I can do it!"

"I···"

Seeing that Artest wanted to fight again, Carlisle frowned and quickly signaled him to stop talking. It was impossible for him to take risks because of Artest's words at such an important time. He had to think about it no matter what.

"Coach me..."

"Stop talking." Xiao Ao who was next to him directly pulled him back.

Seeing Xiao Ao blocking him, Artest's original anxiety and reluctance directly turned into anger, which was written on his face.

But this time the red-eyed Xiao Ao didn't intend to quarrel with him as usual.

"Listen to the coach's arrangement, no matter what, now is not the time to mess around."

They looked at each other for a few seconds, perhaps sensing each other's determination to win the game, Artest followed Xiao Ao to hold his hand, and sat down next to him with a little dissatisfaction.

After a while, seeing that Carlisle was still deep in thought and speechless, Xiao Ao kicked Artest's sneakers, leaned his head slightly, and said in a low voice.

"I'll pass the ball as soon as I get the chance. But..."

"I've said it before, don't worry, I won't mess around!" Artest immediately patted his chest and loudly assured him, regardless of the previous conflict with Xiao Ao.

Carlisle, who had just figured out how to arrange Artest's possession of the ball, bumped into Artest and Jermaine Jr. before he could speak.

"He's relieved, but I'm not. Can you tell me about your plans?"

Quietly, he moved to the side of the two, and Carlisle lowered his voice and joined in.

···
The break time flew by.

The game started again, and the Heat, who thought they could gain the same advantage as in the second quarter, suffered a head-on blow in the first round of the game.

Although it had been predicted that the Pacers would be impatient in the second half, Mo Wen was surprised by their violent aura.

It is normal for a single player to fluctuate a bit in a game. The most classic example is that Miller, who scored 10 points in the half, taunted Danzi, who scored 4 points. As a result, he woke up "Black Jesus" and played him in the second half. Got a 40:2.

But the explosion of a whole team.

It's not basketball.

Today's walkers stand on the edge of the cliff with only half of their body left, so they can only choose to fight with their backs.

However, Mo Wen played a lot of last-ditch games, and the momentum they showed in the second half is extremely rare in thousands of dungeons.

Ao Pang, who had been trained for a while, wanted to fight two rounds to show his strength after he came back.

But unexpectedly, just when he was showing off his nimble handwork and pushing away Foster to shoot, Xiao Ao's block was also slapped.

boom--

This is the first time in the three games that Ao has blocked Ao Pang.

And then back to the defensive end, Mo Wen, who thought he could continue paddling, saw Artest actually received the ball.

He approves of Artest's defense, because the defense doesn't need any touch or muscle memory, but the offense... It's not that he didn't show his offensive strength in the first two games.

Before he could think about what kind of medicine was sold in the Pacers' gourd, Artest, who was cross-armed and swaying his elbow, approached Mo Wen head-on without thinking.

Although the masseur was already in place, Mo Wen still gave full respect to the black elbow bathed in the blood of the "god".

However, seeing that the referee didn't care, Mo Wen also untied the seal, and arranged a wave of "large-scale welfare broadcasts" for Artest.

But Artest took the damage and hit the basket. Before Haslem returned to the defense, he staggered Mo Wen and completed the layup.

However, this is just the beginning.

　Brothers who are free can score 1~10
　　For the time being this update tonight, the update last night lasted until 6 am, and I woke up at 4 pm today, the biological clock is rotten, and the alarm clock is set to wake up early tomorrow morning, it should be updated before 10:30 am, the update in the morning counts Today's and tomorrow's two updates.

　　
　
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