Soul of the Golden State

Chapter 936

"Welcome to the 1995-96 season, Game [-] of the NBA Finals. I am your old friend Dick!"

"Hi everyone! I'm Hubie!"

In front of the TV camera, Dick Stockton and Hubie Brown, both in suits and leather shoes, are talking to the camera with huge headsets.

"No one thought that the Warriors would be so tenacious. Under various unfavorable situations, they tied the series to 3:3. Hubie, tell me, how did the Warriors do this?"

"How did they do it? Of course it's because they have West!" Hubie Brown said seriously.

"That's it? Nothing else?" Stockton was taken aback, but he was thinking in his heart, why didn't this Brown play his cards according to the routine?What about the usual tactical analysis?What about the usual on-field analysis of players?Send me away with one sentence?

"No more!" Looking at Stockton's expression of disbelief, Brown continued to explain; "Based on my years of basketball experience and knowledge, no matter how I think about it, I think the Bulls are the stronger one. Regardless of the strength of the team or the use of tactics, it is impossible for the Warriors to tie the big score. If I have to find a reason, then I can only say that it is because the Warriors have West!"

"This... Hubie, isn't it too much for you to quaver like this?"

"Fuck you! I'm telling the truth!"

"Honestly, let alone the audience, I don't believe it!" Stockton joked.

"Hey, believe it or not, this round of West's series really made me know him again. Although I think West is very good, in my opinion, compared with Michael, he has a little If it’s not as good as Michael’s, that’s the performance against the wind.”

"However, in this round of the series, in the face of the team's main players being injured, the opponents are chasing and intercepting, and there are almost no major mistakes, West is still able to lead the team to defeat the Bulls. No other thought."

"Hahaha, I really didn't expect that you would praise a player so much, Hubie."

"I didn't expect it before, but I have been completely convinced by West in this series. Even if the Warriors lose tonight's game, in my eyes, the FMVP should belong to West!"

"Like the old Jerry West?"

"Yes, I hope the league can seriously consider my suggestion."

"Hahaha, did you already feel that the Warriors were going to lose before the game started? And you said you were a West fan?"

Brown's last sentence is actually very easy to provoke right and wrong. After all, they are sitting in the United Center arena at this time, and there are Bulls fans in all directions. Even Stockton saw that when Brown finished speaking Received countless murderous eyes.

Therefore, Stockton quickly used a joking method to help Brown resolve the hostility of others.

"No, no, I'm just making an analogy. No matter which team wins the final victory, I believe that this year's playoffs will definitely be recorded in history!" Brown also realized that his words were a little bit If it doesn't fit, I quickly find a replacement for myself.

"Very good! Then let's officially enter tonight's game. The starting lineups of both sides have not been adjusted tonight. Warriors: West Lee, Michael Finley, Tony Kukoc, Dennis Rodman and Vlade Divac; Bulls: Ron Harper, Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Horace Grant and Ronnie Sekaly."

As Stockton announced the starting rosters of the two teams, the official start of the game is getting closer.

After the pre-match performances, player appearances, playing the national anthem, etc., the players of the two teams have gathered around the coach off the court, listening to the coach make the final arrangements.

"I know that everyone is still brooding over the loss of the last game, and so am I, but we can't change history, we can only look forward, and right now, we need to focus on this game.

As long as we can win this game, no one will mention the loss of the last game, and we can still reap flowers and applause.

At present, we still have the upper hand. The advantage lies with me. As long as we do our best, victory will definitely belong to us. Do you have confidence? "

"Yes!" The bull generals said in unison.

On the Warriors side, Nelson is also doing the final mobilization, but compared to Jackson's chicken soup-style speech, Nelson seems a little calm.

"Everyone just be yourself, normal mind, we have West here, are we still afraid that we won't win? Go ahead and do it, I'm waiting to see you create miracles!"

"Come on, dad! Come on, uncles!" Nelson had just finished speaking when Peter's cheering voice sounded beside them.

"Hahaha, thank you, little Peter!" Warriors teammates smiled knowingly when they saw Peter wearing Li Weisi's miniature jersey.

After cheering everyone up, Peter returned to the seat not far away, but was criticized by Marisa head-on.

"Why are you running around? Don't bother them!" Tonight, Marisa was wearing the same jersey as Peter. It was an ordinary jersey, but Marisa gave a different feeling.

In fact, these seemingly home-style clothes are carefully designed by top stylists, perfectly combining the clothes with her own temperament.

Even if Marisa is frowning at this time, she has a special style.

"I didn't bother them, I was cheering for Dad and them!" Facing Marisa's criticism, Peter didn't care at all, and after explaining to Marissa, he sat back in his seat.

"You're right!" Marisa didn't hold on to Peter. In fact, even if she wanted to control Peter, she couldn't control him.

Being away from home for many years made Marisa feel guilty and unfamiliar with Peter, so she rarely blamed Peter like she is today.

The reason why such a thing happened was mainly because Marisa was also nervous inside. Although she was not a player, she was even more nervous than the players.

The person she likes is a basketball star, so Marisa will naturally pay attention to basketball and the NBA, so she knows very well what tonight's game means to Li Weisi, so she is very worried for Li Weisi.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a warmth in the palm of her hand, and when she looked down, it was Peter's little hand.

"Don't worry, Mommy, the person who wins tonight must be my father!"

Looking at Peter's shining eyes, Marisa felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She couldn't help but clenched Peter's little hand, and solemnly said, "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)