You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 136 The So-Called Honor

Detroit

Room 280 in Garleton Apartment.

Adrian was already asleep. Halfway through watching, he felt that the Pistons had little hope, so he fell asleep on the sofa, while Ephraim continued to watch.

It was an up-and-down game in which the Pistons burned everything to the end against a far superior opponent.

In the last few seconds, they fell.

They could be seconds away from victory.

The Pistons stood still, the kind of dazed dazedness that could really hit those who had been following them.

Ephraim turned off the TV.

"Mo, come back next year."

Hadaway walked up to Mo Mengchen, stretched out his hand and said.

"call"

It's not that Mo Mengchen was not prepared to lose. He thought that he would feel ashamed just like the failure of the operation in his previous life, but he would take this as a warning and work harder when he returned.

He didn't know until the failure really fell on him that this was by no means comparable to the failure of an operation.

A doctor is a more serious profession than an NBA player, but he performs surgery every day and has failed countless times before time travel.

Many people died on his operating table.

However, after experiencing a lot, people will become numb.

He will feel sorry, and he will carefully study the medical records and report after the operation, and he will try his best to avoid making the same mistakes in the future.

But he will not have such great pain.

This pain became more and more intense. He and his teammates worked hard for a whole year, but fell short in the last five seconds.

Mo Mengchen didn't answer Hadaway, and he was not interested in hugging and shaking hands with his opponent. He took a few steps forward, but there was no strength in his feet, and he fell limply to the ground.

The trembling thigh let him know what happened.

He has cramps.

"In the end, the Pistons lost the game by 2 points." Turing said, "I believe that any audience will have full respect for their performance. They did everything they could do."

Bill Walton looked at them and said: "Only through pain can you motivate yourself to become stronger. I believe they will come back next year."

Collins had a hard time recovering from the pain of the loss. He was the coach and he had other responsibilities.

"Doug, I really don't want to play series with you anymore." Brian Hill laughed.

Collins said: "I'm just the opposite. I hope we can have a second round next year."

"Ha, I don't want to at all."

Hill turned, and Collins found his back drenched in sweat.

Houston didn't want to get up, he was lying on the ground with his face in his hands, he didn't want to be seen.

Mo Mengchen came to him, knelt down and took off his sneakers.

"stop!"

"I haven't washed my feet in a month!"

"These socks haven't been changed in a week!"

"I have hundreds of millions of bacteria on my feet!"

Houston said angrily: "Don't you hate these the most?"

Mo Mengchen had already taken off his socks and said, "I hate losing even more."

"That bastard pushed me at the end, that's a foul! That must be a foul!"

Houston began to make excuses for the last-minute turnover.

Mo Mengchen looked at his ankle carefully as if he didn't hear it, and gently pressed it: "How do you feel?"

"It hurts! Can you take it easy!" Houston grumbled, "Don't you think that's a foul?"

Hill controlled his emotions and walked to them, asking, "How's it going?"

"He needs a stretcher." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill turned to the staff and yelled, "Stretcher!"

"No! I don't want a stretcher! I can walk by myself! I can stand up, and I'm not crippled. I just sprained my ankle. I didn't break a bone. What kind of stretcher do I need?" Houston was not only good at making excuses, but also wanted to stand up and leave.

Mo Mengchen pressed his body and said softly: "Use a stretcher to go out, you may only need to rest for a month, if you insist on going out by yourself, of course you can, just in case of bad luck and the injury worsens."

"How?" Houston asked.

"At least three months of recuperation." Mo Mengchen said, "Do you still want to be a tough guy?"

Houston's breathing became more and more rapid, as if he had accepted something and stopped being brave, which shattered the last bit of his dignity.

He opened his mouth and spat out all the obscenity he could: "Damn! Fuck! Fuck! Bastard! Stupid! Stupid! Stinky bitch."

I don't know who this anger is directed at. After he cursed, the staff came up with a stretcher.

Everyone worked together to put him gently on the stretcher.

He may have had the last of his strength left, still saying, "Finally they fouled."

"Shut up, it's not a foul if the referee didn't blow it." Mo Mengchen had had enough of him.

Before leaving the field, Mo Mengchen still had to shake hands with his opponent, say a few false blessings, and then put on a proud defeat, straighten his back, and walk into the player tunnel.

He hates this step.

Changing room

Mo Mengchen sat where he usually sat, receiving some messages.

"Don't let your opponent get a double-double—failure."

"Assists in double figures—success."

"A personal rating of A- or better—success."

"Achieve a team rating of A—Success."

"If you lose the game, the reward will be halved."

"Achievement accomplished: First triple-double in the playoffs."

"Reward: 1000-500+2000."

Collins had some regrets. He promised the top management that he would lead the team to a breakthrough. He succeeded, and the team returned to the playoffs. They fought five bloody games with the second-ranked Magic and did not lose the game until the last 5 seconds.

It should be said that he fulfilled his promise.

It's just that regret is inevitable.

Anyone will regret that they didn't lose to their opponents crisply, and they didn't lose hope from beginning to end. They bit the Magic tightly and had a chance to defeat their opponents in the end.

This kind of failure is even more unforgettable.

Players tend to accept failure more easily than coaches, because for veterans, especially those who live in nowhere, most of them lack a sense of honor. They will work hard for their salary. Get out of it quickly.

On the contrary, those young people who have just entered the league and haven't seen any big storms, they will fall into failure and cannot extricate themselves.

As for the coaches, they are undoubtedly the most painful.

For a coach, nothing is more important than coaching performance.

Every time they lose, they have to appease the players with a heavy heart, and today is no exception.

"I want to say, I'm so proud of what you've done this year, you're worthy of anyone."

Collins said.

"Failure doesn't mean that you brought the team back to the playoff stage; failure doesn't mean that you put your opponent in a hard fight; failure doesn't mean that you lost the game regrettably in the last five seconds; failure doesn't mean anything, but It's really painful."

"Now we're going to walk out of here with our heads held high and our heads held high, and we're going to go back to the hotel."

"This night ruined our dreams. I hope that we can have a wonderful dream tonight. When we wake up the next day, we can throw away all yesterday and walk lightly on the way back."

The entire Pistons team was not available for interviews.

Alan Houston then went to a nearby hospital for checkups.

The result of the examination was that the right ankle was severely sprained at the high position, and the expected recovery time is two months.

The bus was driving, and the outside was full of proud Orlando fans.

They waved their flags and shouted.Sprinkle salt in the opponent's wounds.

Dumars joked: "They're much worse than the Boston fans."

"I'm so hungry, I want to find a place for supper, I want to have a full meal!" Mark West muttered.

Lore didn't expect him to be in the mood to eat.

"Want to be together, rookie?" West asked with a smile.

Luo Er shook his head slightly and said, "No, I can't eat it."

"Come on, you didn't play again, why are you unhappy?" West asked with a smile.

"You are playing, why are you still so happy?" Lore asked.

West snorted, "How do you know I'm unhappy? I'm sad, so I want to eat. Don't you know that sad people will go find something to eat?"

The smile on West's face reminded Loll of a bad joke: Look at how sad this man is when he smiles.

West's frank acceptance of failure made Lohr very puzzled.

The Pistons have no insiders. He has confronted O'Neal many times in this round of the series. Although he was also exploded and has no human form, he definitely made a contribution. Why can he accept defeat so quickly after losing the series?
"It seems that you have a lot of questions." West said.

Luoer said: "My question is very simple."

"My answer is also very simple, because I just work hard and strive for a good result. If the result is not good, my salary will not be reduced. Why should I be sad?"

"Have you no sense of honor?"

"This kind of thing still existed in college. At that time, our scholarship was not as high as it is now. It was indeed fighting for the honor of our hometown and the school."

Lore has nothing to say, West entered the league in 83, and he has played in the NBA for 12 years.

"You don't feel that way now, but you will in the future, because you can't guarantee that you will always play for the same team." West said, "If you change places a lot, you just get to know the teammates here, next year Do you have any sense of honor going to another team and facing a bunch of strangers?"

Lol was silent.

"For most of us, this is a job, and what matters is not the sense of honor, but whether you work hard."

The bus approached the hotel, and Lore was still discussing the sense of honor with West.

The entire bus was just the two of them talking.

Suddenly, the bus stopped.

It's time.

Now they're going to get out of the car, they're going to go back to their room and get some sleep, or make an offseason plan ahead of time.

Some people have to worry about offseason training, and some people have to worry about work.

Because some of their contracts expire this year, and they will become completely free players until the end of the season.

Mo Mengchen opened the room, because he took a shower in the dressing room, so he took off his clothes and went to bed.

He was too tired to move anymore.

The pain of losing is far less than the fatigue of the whole body at this moment.

He fell asleep quickly.

(End of this chapter)