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Chapter 453
In the fourth game, the Suns had no morale and were swept out by the Timberwolves with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Nash scored a game-high 35 points and 10 assists, and the Suns were beaten by the Timberwolves by 26 points at home.

After the game, Nash appeared at the press conference with a haggard face.

Nash is no longer young, he is a late bloomer.

Throughout the history of the NBA, it is really rare for a player like him to leave his old club and come to the second team to rejuvenate his second spring.

However, Nash at this time is no longer the peak Nash. His technical awareness has reached its peak, but his body is declining every year.

He is still the league's first-class point guard, but it is difficult to become the best point guard.

Nash knew that there was not much time left for himself.

There are still a few years left at his peak, and if he wants to get his hands on the championship, he must strive to make a difference in these few years.

But the opponents in the Western District, the Texas duo, Dirk Nowitzki and Duncan are both overlords, and each led their teams to 60+ victories this season.

The Timberwolves are the rising new overlords and the target of all teams' challenges.

In such a fierce division, even rushing out of the division is a luxury, let alone the championship?

Nash's nose was red and his eyes were moist: "I should be responsible for this year's failure. This is my responsibility!" "Steve, you don't have to blame yourself for this." The local reporters couldn't bear it anymore.

The collapse of the Suns was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone thought they would stick to the end, but they were crushed from the beginning.

This night, there are only two Suns who want to win, one is Nash and the other is Bell.

From the statistics, Bell restrained Bai Jidong tonight.

Bai Jidong, who scored a quasi-triple-double of 40+ in the last game, only scored 20 points, 6 rebounds and 7 assists tonight.

Considering that the Suns have no morale and there is no suspense in the game, it is still open to debate whether Bai Jidong was guarded or was too lazy to play.

As a defeated general, the only thing Bell can do is to ask Bai Jidong out and make him drink.

Of course Bai Jidong doesn't know how to drink: "Laji, I won't fall into your trap. If you want to drink it yourself, I don't need to use alcohol to relieve my worries."

"Aren't you going to continue to mock me?" Bell looked as if he saw through Bai Jidong.

Bai Jidong said helplessly: "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who likes to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds?"

"No, it's more than that, you are the kind of bastard who would stab another wound after sprinkling salt, this is you." Bai Jidong didn't expect that his image in Bell's heart was so bad.

Bai Jidong smiled and said: "I might do this on the court, but off the court, generally speaking, I'm still a good person."

"Good guy?" Bell didn't know Bai Jidong well, so he didn't know what Bai Jidong was like in private.

If you only get to know his side on the court, it's not surprising to have such a view, because Bai Jidong was so hated when he was playing.

A reporter once conducted a survey on NBA players and asked NBA players who they dislike defending the most.

Most of the insiders answered O'Neill, and the outsiders had the same caliber. There was only one answer, and that was the white wolf who talked nonsense and acted like a dog all day long.

Except for rookies and Bai Jidong's teammates, every outside player voted for Bai Jidong.

"Congratulations on reaching the Western Conference Finals." Bell raised his glass. "Although we are enemies, you must drink this glass of wine. I would like to pay tribute to the Phoenix Suns who have worked so hard for four games but are useless."

Bell was already drunk, and he was a little drunk when he spoke.

Bai Jidong took a sip: "If you want to go further, you can come to Minnesota."

Bai Jidong took the opportunity to poach the wall, Bell refused on the spot: "You don't have to think about it, I will never leave Phoenix, never, this is my home."

"If I remember correctly, Phoenix is ​​your fourth team, why is Phoenix the only one that becomes your home?" Bai Jidong asked.

Bell snorted coldly: "Minnesota is the place where you achieved great success, but this is not your home, your home is Chicago, you won't deny this, right?"

"I deny it." Bai Jidong joked, "The whole world knows that White Wolf lives in China."

"Put it down," Bell said. "No matter what you accomplished in Minnesota, you still have Chicago in your blood, and Michael Jordan will always be in your body."

"You think you know me well?" Bell's words hit the most secret door in Bai Jidong's heart.

Bai Jidong retorted instinctively: "I'm Chinese, no matter Chicago or Minnesota, I don't have a sense of belonging to home, so Chicago is a thing of the past for me."

"You can lie to the kids, I won't believe it." Bell raised his glass again, "I respect you for making it to the conference finals, and I wish you the best of luck in the conference finals."

Bai Jidong only drank a couple of sips of wine, chatted with Bell until late at night, and went home separately.

When Bai Jidong returned to the hotel, Olowokandi had already fallen asleep, snoring like thunder, and from time to time he could make the sound of grinding his teeth.

No matter how loud the snoring, Bai Jidong could bear it, but the sound of teeth grinding made people feel uncomfortable all over.

"Why am I in the same room as you?" Because Olowokandi has the habit of writing a diary, Bai Jidong rarely sleeps later than him.

Under normal circumstances, Bai Weidong would go to bed first, and Olowokandi would go to bed later.

No matter how loud Olowokandi's snoring and teeth grinding are, it will not affect Yu Bai Jidong, but it is different now.

Bai Jidong dug out the earplugs he had prepared in advance from the suitcase.

The cotton material is very soft, and when plugged into the ears, all sounds can be isolated, even if there are two cannons bombarding each other outside, you can't hear it.

Putting on the earplugs, the whole world has nothing to do with Bai Jidong.

At nine o'clock the next morning, the Timberwolves assembled on time and set off for the airport.

It was early, and everyone was not in the mood.

Bai Jidong was the one with wide-eyed eyes, "Coach, why did you leave so early? The fight against the "next door" is fierce."

"It is precisely because of the flames of war "next door" that we have to prepare early." Sanders laughed.

The next door they are talking about is naturally another group of Western Conference semifinals.

Texas Civil War, Mavericks and Spurs, Duncan VS Nowitzki.

In the first four games, the two teams each defended their home court advantage, and the big score was a 2-2 draw.

The media believes that the series will play seven games. For the Timberwolves, they have a lot of time to rest and study their opponents in the next round.

For the players, it couldn't be better.

Because it is the job of the coaching staff to study opponents, they only need to complete daily training on time.

There are so many extra offseason days for no reason, and everyone has a lot of fun.

Of course Sanders knew what these guys were thinking, got off the plane and immediately asked everyone to gather at the St. Olaf Center.

"Gentlemen, the road ahead is difficult. Don't be negligent. Don't think that you can indulge yourself without a game. I hope you all stay in good shape and wait for the day when the Western Conference Finals arrive."

Sanders said, "In the meantime, I hope you all go home and sleep after training every day, and don't go out."

"I know, even your parents don't care about you, so it's not mandatory, it's just a request from me, I want you to go home on time, go to bed on time. No matter if we play in the Western Conference finals against San Antonio Or Dallas, you can all go all out at 100%." ​​Sanders poured down a big bowl of chicken soup, and many people fainted.

Sanders is very satisfied with the current mental state of the players: "OK, let me see your vitality, run!"

"NO! Coach, I haven't eaten yet!" Someone refused.

"Run, run!" Sanders ran with them.

Even Sanders ran, who else could refuse?They could only be forced to run around the arena together.

After running five laps in a row, the active NBA players who did not make any preparations were so tired that they lay on the ground panting.

"I don't want to fight anymore, just die like this. I want to return to heaven and meet the goddess. He will give me a wonderful kiss and let my soul enter the Hall of Valor." Ukic used his The mother tongue murmured a lot.

When Vashabek heard it, he also said a lot in the African indigenous language.

They all speak their mother tongue, and Bai Jidong is not polite: "What are you guys talking about? I can't understand a word."

Olowokandi was very irritated: "Speak well and use the international language."

"Okay, Michael." Ukić mixed Croatian and English together.

Olowokandi said; "Stop talking birdsong."

"How can this be bird language? This is the great Croatian language." Ukic said: "Don't underestimate this language."

"It's nothing special. I used to hear Tony Kukoc talk about it every day. It really sounded like chirping birds." Bai Jidong laughed.

Ukic said: "This is your prejudice, I think Croatian is the most elegant language in the world."

"This is also your prejudice. Chinese is the most elegant language in the world." Bai Jidong decided to fight.

Even Ukić dared not compete with Bai Jidong, so he immediately changed his words: "That's right, Chinese is the most elegant language in the world, and Croatian ranks second."

"Very correct!" Bai Jidong and Ukic happily reached an agreement, and the two clapped their hands together.

"It seems that you guys are so boring, and you still have the mood to argue about such boring things." Sanders looked kind-hearted, and he really wanted to train hard. Everyone couldn't stand it: "Do you want to run another lap?"

"Coach, I just remembered that I still haven't finished training." Everyone understood, quickly dispersed, and started training according to the training plan.

This is just a small episode in the busy day of NBA players. In order to prepare for a game, they have to pay countless sweats and conduct a lot of simulated exercises.

Of course, training isn't boring, at least the guys at St. Olaf's Training Center are good at having fun.

They laughed at one thing, despised that one, made fun of you and me, and had a good time.

(End of this chapter)