basketball never sleeps

Chapter 293? Right?

What does 60 points in the playoffs represent?
There is an overused word that fits this moment perfectly - greatness.

When the victory was settled, Mo Wen's data appeared on the top of the big screen. Everyone who saw it seemed to be trapped in infinite moon reading, and they all recalled the omnipotent figure just now.

At this moment, the holy light of Black Jesus slowly dissipated, and an indescribable fear and worship subtly and simultaneously changed their cognition.

[Do you want to set the current player as the default basketball god? ]

After the trance, those who were sober, rational and knowledgeable about football clicked "No" according to the inertia of rational thinking.

But just like the choices made by most computer illiterate people who unknowingly downloaded the bird wallpaper, most fans who were just watching the fun made the truly correct choice at this moment - [yes].

The highest individual scoring record in a single playoff game is Danzi's 63 points, which he scored in Game 1986 of the first round against the Celtics in 2.

After that game, Big Bird said the famous line "It's God playing in Jordan's clothes."

This is actually half a sentence of trash talk, because there is another half sentence after it: "But we still won." It's just that under the marketing of the league and Nike, as well as Danzi's subsequent achievements, people subconsciously ignore the latter part of the sentence.

Although Mo Wen did not break Dan Zi's record, no one doubted that Mo Wen had the ability to break Dan Zi's record.

This is the second time he has scored 60 points in the playoffs. At the moment, it seems that the people who are best at defending Mo Wen are... his teammates.

"There is no doubt that at this moment 60 points + 62 points is greater than 63 points. Who is in favor and who is against?"

Barkley's remarks fit perfectly with the stereotype of people from his hometown of Alabama, but neither his partners nor the audience in front of the TV could think of much rebuttal or ridicule.

Bad, Cheesy Garlic Potato Beets!
At Nike's headquarters, Nike's president, who had been under pressure because of Mo Wen's sky-high contract, was only feeling thankful and happy at this moment.

Is a 2 million yuan endorsement a gamble?
So far, it seems like they got a bargain!
While various TV stations were busy boasting about Mo Wen's greatness, Mo Wen in the camera, after a brief moment of excitement after winning the game, returned to his horribly calm and relaxed state.

"After all, he scored 60 points and almost broke Michael Dunk's record. Why is this the only reaction you have?" Ray Allen asked in surprise.

"I'm very happy, what else can I react to?" Mo Wen tilted his head. "It's just 60 points, is that a big deal?"

Ray Allen, who only scored 14 points, took a deep breath. He had to admit that he was assimilated by Mo Wen. The joy of winning the game was gone at this moment. He just wanted to punch this guy.

He doesn't understand Chinese, but he feels that Chinese should be beyond the scope of human language.

After he finished speaking, Mo Wen also realized the "arrogance" in his words, but he swears to God that what he said was all from the heart.

The Warriors didn't dare to double-team him mindlessly, so it was expected that he would score high points when he was in good form. He might feel sorry for his teammates, but he could not feel sorry for the nights he spent in the dungeon.

The only thing that Mo Wen did not expect was Jackson's direct exit from the player tunnel, which prevented him from putting a perfect end to the game.

During the handshake after the game, Yao Ming forced a smile.

His mentality suffered a big blow. He became the league's top center and was surrounded by a group of outstanding teammates and a top coach. It was like a warrior drawing his sword, gathering his partners, and standing in front of the devil with the blessings of the whole world.

The blood bottle was completely drained, the blade of the knife was bent, but the background music suddenly changed, and the damn demon king actually had a second stage!

Mo Wen did not comfort Yao Ming. The series was not over yet, and it was not the time to think about the friendship between compatriots.

It's only 07 now. If it were next year, he might be more ruthless and defeat the Warriors earlier so that Yao Ming can rest earlier and prepare for the Olympics...

The post-match press conference was the familiar spectacle of boasting.

Ray Allen did not praise Mo Wen too directly like others did, but instead started to complain bitterly.

"A lot of people think I'm really lucky to be on the same team with this guy. Yes, I feel this way every time I stand on the court and watch him perform, but I think I deserve it because... Who do you think he usually plays against in the team's scrimmages?"

"I hope you won't ask me how my defense has improved so much next time. It's nothing to be proud of. You know the reason!"

"Who is better, Mo or Michael? The answer is simple. Michael, of course! Even if Mo leads me to win 6 championships in the future, this will not change. After all... I am the spokesperson for AJ!"

At the press conference, Mo Wen remained calm, imitating Danzi's style of doing things, putting on his clothes properly, and trying hard to play the role of a humble and mature man.

Everyone likes to be flattered, but if you flatter yourself, it would seem a bit cheap.

"It was a great night... I want to thank my teammates and coaches first... I had a great group of opponents..."

Mo Wen didn't say much because it was too greasy for his stomach to digest.

When a reporter asked him whether Jackson's stimulation caused his outburst tonight, he chose to deny it.

"In fact, the real reason is Shaq. He thinks I let the game go, otherwise I should be able to score 50 points, so..." Mo Wen shrugged helplessly.

The reporter was still not giving up: "Stephen Jackson's defense didn't seem to put any pressure on you, right?"

"No, Jackson is actually a good defensive player. His defense..." Mo Wen wanted to say a few good words for Jackson, but to be honest, after getting into the game, Jackson's presence in front of him seemed to be only trash talk.

Mo Wen raised his hand and supported the air. "As you know, air also has pressure."

There was a burst of laughter at the scene, and the reporters from Oakland also laughed. There was nothing they could do. The real target was beaten head-on and acted like a coward after the game. How could they expect them to say anything fair if they themselves couldn't live up to expectations?

……

Back in Seattle, all the Supersonics players were quite relaxed.

The strength displayed by Mo Wen in the last game gave everyone considerable confidence in the next game. Everyone more or less understood why Danzi treated his teammates so harshly and yet his teammates did not rebel against him.

It feels really reassuring to have an elder brother backing you up.

On the plane back, Mo Wen had already said in advance that he would make more passes for everyone in the next game, which allowed everyone to relax while not slacking off in training.

After all, who doesn’t want to shine on the stage of the Western Conference Finals?

As for the fact that Mo Wen did not train with the team, everyone felt a little worried. Anyone who was tired after a whole game would need to take a good rest.

What's more, he is so strong now, does training really make sense for him?
dong dong.

Maria knocked on Mo Wen's study door and then opened it and came in.

"Have you seen Tina? I didn't find her when I went to her room just now?"

Mo Wen raised his head from the pile of documents and shook his head at his mother-in-law.

"She must have gone to her female classmate's house again. I know that several of her female classmates' homes are on the island, not far away. Do you have anything to do with her? If not, I'll give her a call and ask."

"Nothing, I just want to talk to her. Forget it, the child is not a child anymore, let's wait for her to come back."

Maria didn't care. She sat down on the sofa next to her and started chatting with Mo Wen about family matters.

As the relationship between little Catherine and Mo Wen became increasingly stable, Maria also began to adapt to the role of mother-in-law. When the two were getting along, there was no bloody plot of the mother-in-law looking down on the Dragon King. After all, when Mo Wen and little Catherine confirmed their relationship, they had already made a great reputation in the alliance, and later Mo Wen's step by step made him the top star of the alliance and a national business card.

The two didn't chat for too long. After about ten minutes, she went to find little Catherine.

Only after she closed the door and left did Mo Wen finally breathe a sigh of relief. These ten minutes were more tiring than playing a whole game.

After turning up the volume of the record player next to him, he freed his hands to pat the little head licking a lollipop under the table.

"Mom is gone?" The girl licked her lips.

Mo Wen nodded without saying anything, but pulled the chair forward to cover her mouth.

"Well, bad sister, well..."

Although she expressed dissatisfaction, little Tina actually practiced the spirit of hard work in her actions.

Mo Wen leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Life.

…On Children’s Day, Stern came to Seattle with his gift—the Western Conference championship trophy.

At the same time, many celebrities and local Seattle politicians sat on the sidelines.

The Seattle Times titled today's front page "A $6000 Million Game," and the Supersonics responded by preparing a huge check and hanging it over the court.

According to the previous gambling agreement, if the Supersonics win today's game and advance to the finals, the Seattle municipal government will need to pay a grant of 1.3 million US dollars for the new arena!
To put it bluntly, this amount of money is not enough for a modern stadium that costs billions of dollars, but in the eyes of ordinary people it is an astronomical figure.

After the game started, the audience on the sidelines burst into unprecedented cohesion and enthusiasm. Although it was only temporarily formed under special conditions, it also made Stern sigh in admiration.

If nothing unexpected happens, the NBA will have another devilish home court.

On the field, the battle between the two teams was still fierce.

The Warriors knew there was no hope of a comeback but still did not give up hope. After the game, Stephen Jackson took out the wrestling basketball skills he had learned in lower leagues, trying to regain his shattered dignity in a tougher way.

But Mo Wen did not spoil him. Not to mention the skills he acquired in the dungeon, he also spent more time on fitness outside of the dungeon than most NBA players.

The two of them tacitly decided to fight from behind.

Core confrontation, elbow competition, muscle collision.

The director's close-up shots showed the beauty of confrontation in basketball to the fullest - but the ball in Mo Wen's hand felt a little redundant.

The sweat and muscles shining under the lights made many nymphomaniacs swallow their saliva.

In the private room, Maria thought of the unspoken rules circulating in major North American sports leagues and asked little Catherine:
"Does he really not take any medicine or get any injections? If so, go and persuade him not to use medicine. That kind of medicine is not good for the body and may have a negative impact on your future nightlife."

Little Catherine's face first turned red, and then she shook her head firmly.

"He doesn't take drugs. He doesn't plan to develop in the fitness industry. He just trains muscles for playing basketball. The two trainers he hired are very professional. Mo paid them more than 300,000 yuan a year for his health. He is very good at that. I and... I also work out, otherwise I really can't bear it."

Maria was a little surprised, but it was not surprising after thinking about it. If it was really natural fitness, it would be difficult for her daughter
After all, after the governor withdrew from the fitness industry, she continued to work out in order to maintain her macho image in Hollywood. The governor's abilities have been weakened by drugs, and she still can't handle it.

Just when Maria's eldest daughter was worried, she caught a glimpse of her youngest daughter nodding in agreement.

"?!"

On the court, Jackson persisted for three steps, but ultimately lost his balance and was knocked to the ground. He could only watch Mo Wen go inside and pull up to avoid the block and score.

The sight of him lying in a mess caused the audience on the sidelines to burst into laughter, just like the reporters' reactions when they heard Mo Wen's ridicule at the press conference two days ago.

Refusing to admit defeat, he chose to respond on the offensive end.

But the same method does not have the same feedback, or in other words, the physical feedback is the same, but the performance on the field is completely different.

His steps were stuck and the ball was forced to stop. Old Nelson shouted to pass the ball, but before he could react, Mo Wen reached out and poked the ball away.

Next time, the same scenario did not happen. He still couldn't hold on, but his teammates' timely double-team allowed Mo Wen to turn the goal into a wonderful pass.

And his poor back-to-the-basket shot just became funny instead of a mistake after his teammates responded.

But this has nothing to do with him.

Because he failed.

The failure in the muscle confrontation made Jackson even more desperate, because this was a real physical contest.

He couldn't find any decent excuse for such a failure.

Because no means no.

He hoped that old Nelson would replace him and looked at old Nelson frequently.

But old Nelson did not respond to his request, or rather, old Nelson had told him with his eyes that he should die like a man.

So, he took more drastic measures next.

The referee also stepped in in time and gave him a technical foul.

He continued to argue and complain loudly, and finally got the "injustice" he wanted, a second technical foul, and was sent off.

Jackson's departure became the fuse for the Warriors' collapse.

Yao Ming still wants to lead his brothers to continue fighting, but the other Warriors players have lost their enthusiasm.

From not making the playoffs in 13, to the black seventh, to reaching the Western Conference Finals and winning a game.

Have they completed their mission? ...right? ...

Yao Ming's heart is a little cold.

He has experienced the same scenario twice. The first time in the playoffs, the team was like this after defeating the Lakers F4. The second time in the playoffs, it was like this after the seven-game series with the Mavericks. And now it is like this again.

"Tomato, cheer up, what a crap game you guys are playing! How many chances do you have to play in the finals in your lifetime? You're just behind, why are you giving up? Fuck you! We haven't lost yet!"

Yao Ming roared very loudly, but only in his heart.

His character since childhood prevents him from having an outburst against common sense in public, and he ends up wasting his energy internally and turning himself into a Red Hot Boy.

Mo Wen noticed Yao Ming’s clenched fists and the veins on his temples, and also saw the Warriors’ quiet bench.

He knew that the series was over.

Back in the second quarter, Mo Wen fulfilled his promise and began to use his attractiveness to create opportunities for his teammates.

Ray Allen, who had been silent for many games, finally found a chance to revive. He fired frequently from the outside, reminding the audience of his strength as the fifth among the four major shooting guards.

Milicic also showed his talent as a core inside player, mid-range singles, assists, and footwork inside.

With enough ball possession, he played like a young version of Duncan.

It was the spurted shots that made Mo Wen's fans feel uncomfortable.

At halftime, the gap between the two sides had widened to 20 points.

In the second half, after scoring 20 points and 10 assists, Mo Wen directly handed over the ball to his teammates to perform, and he served more as a spatial containment point, occasionally stepping out to take over the basketball when the offense was sluggish.

That is, the home game tickets were too expensive and there were too many people watching the national live broadcast, so he stayed on the court for the fans. Otherwise, he would have wanted to clock out after the third quarter and rest.

The applause started 2 minutes before the end of the game and did not stop until the end.

"We will be back next year!" Yao Ming, who was so tired that he sat on the ground at one point, said in a firm and powerful tone.

"Just have a good rest. As long as I don't retire, you Olajuwon will just have to keep waiting." Mo Wen patted the big guy's butt and comforted him.

"Cena!"

After returning to the locker room to take a quick shower and change clothes, the smiling Supersonics returned to the court where a simple podium had been set up.

A smiling Stern stood aside, waiting for his classic booing.

Stern's routine speech was forcibly "skipped" by the audience's cheers, and people only heard the sentence "Congratulations to the SuperSonics for winning the 2006-2007 Western Conference Championship!"

Schultz, who was sitting in the front row, watched Bennett raise the trophy foolishly, then looked at the calm Mo Wen, feeling mixed emotions.

He brought Mo Wen, but this glory had nothing to do with him.

If it weren't for the cold 3.5 million, he should be the one standing in the light now.

What's the use of this money?
(End of this chapter)