the great gatsby

Chapter 455 Heavy punishment; down!

Union Office.

"It's ridiculous!" David Stern was furious. "Pat Riley's trick! He thought I didn't know it was him if he didn't say anything, huh, Iron Blood? This is dirty!"

Xiao Hua didn't say a word, and his face didn't look too good. When he saw Gatsby fall hard, his heart was raised. It wasn't that he liked Gatsby so much, but because he was about to take over. At that time, if Gatsby suddenly retired due to injury, the influence of No.1 in the league would be wiped out, and he would face a declining league at that time.

"I've had enough of this ignorant Pat Riley, Adam, what can we do about him?"

Xiao Hua shook his head: "Punish Haslem harder, there is no other way."

Stern's face was livid: "Really? How do I remember Spoelstra questioning the referee at the post-match press conference..."

Xiao Hua was taken aback, and then said: "Yes, he did say that the head coach questioned the referee. This is a violation of the law and should be punished heavily. How about a fine of 20 US dollars?"

"Not enough, 25. They have to learn a lesson. Haslem was suspended for three games! A fine of 10 US dollars, that's it!"
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The penalty notice from the league office was posted to the mailboxes of each team. Spoelstra hurried to the president's office. Pat Riley waved to him: "I was looking for you."

"We were fined heavily?" Spoelstra looked a little anxious.

Pat Riley shook his head: "That's not the point. Let them fine them and pay Haslem's on his behalf."

"Huh?" Spoelstra was taken aback, with a surprised expression on his face. "This is the player..."

"Needless to say, that's it. By the way, how is Gatsby's injury? Is there any news from you... It's strange, I still don't know the exact extent of Gatsby's injury! Damn! New Yorkers hide it so well It's really good enough, even the examination is going back to New York, why, will the hospital in Miami murder him! Coward!"

Pat Riley cursed.

When Spoelstra saw Pat Riley, who was in a panic, he was shocked: Could it be...

Pat Riley noticed his expression and said coldly: "There are some things that you have to keep in your heart even if you know them. If it weren't for you, I would be... hmph, you useless guy! If you still can't get it, your contract will only be This is the end of it, do you understand?"

Spoelstra nodded tremblingly. It wasn't until he went outside that the hot sun was so charming. When he turned around, he felt sticky behind him, and his shirt was soaked!
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D'Antoni went straight to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane, but was told that Gatsby had gone home after the examination. D'Antoni slapped his head. He was really in a hurry. He didn't know how to call first to check the situation, so he dialed .

"how is the situation?"

"Oh, coach, there's nothing wrong with it. My back is a bit contused. It's enough to rest for two days. I won't delay the training and competition." Gatsby said.

D'Antoni nodded: "Okay, then we'll see you tomorrow."

D'Antoni hung up, worried, and went back to Madison Square Garden to find team doctor John.

"Gatsby said his back was just a bruise?" D'Antoni asked, grabbing the team doctor.

"The contusion is true, but it is still quite serious. After all, after falling from such a high position, the hip bone is bruised. My suggestion is not to fight in the next game if necessary." The doctor said.

D'Antoni snorted: "He still wants to lie to me that he will train tomorrow."

"I can't train tomorrow, and I have to rest for at least two days. I will give him physical therapy and medicine."

"OK, I probably understand."

D'Antoni returned to the office and sat heavily on the chair. He felt like his whole head was going to explode. Since entering the playoffs, he has been overloaded every day. The playoffs are different from the regular season. Things to consider There are too many, every game must be carefully prepared and arranged, whoever prepares more will be able to gain a little advantage in the game, and this little advantage will accumulate into a big advantage, and finally Devours the opponent like a torrent.

Gatsby's injury made him physically and mentally exhausted, causing his extremely tired body to collapse at once. When his brother Dan D'Antoni came to look for him, he found him fainted in the office, smacking his forehead, It was so hot that D'Antoni was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that he would have to recuperate for at least half a month.

This is another blow to the Knicks, the leader has fallen, and the coach has also fallen. Now it is not the regular season, but the Eastern Conference finals where every game is very important! ——
"...Well, Gatsby will at least have a truce, OK,... D'Antoni is also down, and he needs to rest for half a month? Huh?"

Pat Riley put down the phone, a smile on his face.

"heard it."

"I heard that Gatsby will not be able to play, and D'Antoni will not be able to play either. Don't worry, if I still can't beat them like this, the season is over and I'm leaving!"
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Haslem was not on the plane to New York, he was suspended for three games, and if the Heat can't hold out for three games, then his season is over.

His wife Faith came over and sat beside him, and said softly, "Are you still feeling guilty?"

Haslem lowered his head: "I still don't know what happened to Gatsby. If his career is ended like this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Fith hugged Haslem into his arms and comforted him, "This was not your intention, you were forced to."

"Fez, I think I'm too weak, I should refuse... But, he didn't force me... He promised me a pension contract!... I just because of the money! Just because of the money! I just You did such a dirty thing!" Haslem put his hands on his wife and cried bitterly in his wife's arms.

"Why don't you call and ask?"

"Want to fight?"

"Ah."

……

Haslem put down the phone and looked at his wife with a smile on his face: "Gatsby is fine, a slight contusion, and he won't be able to play in the next game, but it's not a big problem."

Feith showed his face and said, "It's not that bad, is it?"

Their sons, Elijah and Joshua, were running happily on the lawn. The sun was shining on the ground, and there seemed to be no place that was not bathed in its rays, and no place where darkness could hide.

Gatsby brought some fruit to the hospital, and D'Antoni smiled wryly when he saw him: "I didn't expect that you didn't fall down, but it was me, the old man."

Gatsby put down the fruit basket, stretched out his hand to hold D'Antoni's hand and said with a smile: "Coach, don't worry, you take good care of your injuries, the sky hasn't fallen yet, and I'm here."

D'Antoni's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Gatsby was stunned: "It doesn't mean anything, I just want to comfort you."

D'Antoni sneered: "Do you want to play in this game?"

Gatsby smiled mysteriously, stood up and lifted up his shirt: "Look!"

D'Antoni stood up with difficulty: "Huh? John said you have a big bruise on your waist. Where did it go?"

"I met an old Chinese doctor who helped me massage and apply medicine. I didn't expect it to be really effective. There is no problem now. I will take a picture for you to see later. If there is a problem, I will definitely not play!"

"Okay, I'll let John keep an eye on it. Don't try to fool me. It doesn't matter if you lose one more game. It doesn't even matter if you lose this series. You are our most important asset!"

Gatsby smiled and said, "I know, I'll go to film first, you have a good rest, I'll take care of it."

D'Antoni was really worried. The team doctor arrived soon, and Gatsby's film came out. John watched it for a long time, and nodded with D'Antoni: "There is indeed no problem."

D'Antoni Laohuai said happily: "With you here, I feel relieved."

John said happily: "Coach, I didn't expect you to trust me so much."

D'Antoni glanced at him and said, "I mean, I'm relieved that Gatsby is playing."

John: ...

Feb. 5, Madison Square Garden.

The game started at 8 o'clock, but it was not yet [-] o'clock. The gate of the arena was already full of fans waiting to enter the stadium. The fans were not just waiting, they were queuing up and cursing despicable Miami people.

"These despicable Miami people will resort to dirty tricks if they can't beat them. That bitch Pat Riley, I knew he would do something dirty... Hey, I don't know how injured Gatsby is. It would be terrible if I couldn't play tonight."

"My fucking Miami ass, I've never seen such a hateful opponent since I watched the game, big guy, you must insult them in a while and let them know that we New Yorkers also have a temper!"

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Spike Lee was neatly dressed and came to his seat early. He kept looking into the tunnel, hoping to see Gatsby appear, but he was disappointed again and again.

When the time came and approached the opening, Madison Square Garden suddenly boiled up, because fans saw Gatsby running out of the player tunnel wearing a jersey.

Wear a jersey?Does this mean being able to play?

Instead, Spike Lee became worried. If there is an injury, it is best to rest. It doesn't matter if he loses another game. If the injury is aggravated because he plays with an injury, then it is not worth the loss!
Gatsby passed by Spike Lee, and Spike Lee stopped him and asked, "Gatsby, are you going to play today?"

Gatsby nodded with a smile.

"Are your injuries healed?"

Gatsby shook his head, "It's okay."

Spike Lee had a look of hatred on his face: "What are D'Antoni and his fellows doing? How dare you go into battle with injuries? What nonsense!"

Gatsby couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Mike is in the hospital now."

"Hmph, it's not D'Antoni, his brother! See if I don't scold him!"

Gatsby comforted: "My injury is not a problem, it's almost healed, and it doesn't hinder me from playing the game."

"really?"

"Exactly!"

Spike let go of Gatsby suspiciously.

Gatsby glanced at the Heat, naturally he couldn't see Haslem, but he saw James and Wade, who seemed a little shocked to see him appear, James walked over and Gatz Bee greeted, "Gatsby, are you all right?"

Gatsby smiled and said, "It's all right, you can play now."

James looked relieved: "That's good, that's good!"

(End of this chapter)