readytorunbook Chapter 292 History Reappears!beautiful time...
Chapter 292 History Reappears!beautiful time...
Chapter 292 History Reappears!beautiful time...
"...I don't know...I don't have any exact 100% accurate information at hand!" Ron said impatiently for the first time facing a large group of Chinese reporters in front of the Toyota Center.
ESPN: "The other games in the semifinals lost suspense early. Only the Rockets played against the Spurs and scored the tie-breaker. Of course, the situation is exciting. The Spurs may prove to be not as good as the rumors, but Houston lost Yao Ming like last season... They can only rely on the performance of role players to curb the Spurs' crazy counterattack and win their own home court..."
"In any case, the defending champion is already on the battlefield of the Western Conference finals, waiting for his opponent to wait a little impatiently. Compared with the Spurs, Houston is more eye-catching to Los Angeles..."
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In the locker room before the game...
Ron pushed open the door, feeling repeated in his heart...
"Toughness, unity, discipline..." When Ron was about to use the old way to motivate the players before the game, Iverson unbuttoned the thick knee pads, and the way Lowry grinned and covered his ankle made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart...
Perhaps he knows better than anyone else that even if he breaks through this barrier and reaches the Western Conference finals, the door to the finals has actually been closed...
Even the Hulk, who is so red-eyed in the Eastern District, can't guarantee that he can definitely kick the Lakers' ass, let alone the Rockets reimbursed by Yao Ming...
Forget it, or...
The words of encouragement have not been spoken yet, but the taste in my stomach has changed...
"Hey! Manager, have you prepared enough champagne today? I don't want to drink those improvised low-quality fruit wine..." Ariza said with a smile.
"Come on...Trevor, you can't drink much..." Chandler said with a smile, attracting people from the locker room
"Get rid of the Spurs and go to the Western Conference finals. It seems that the O'Brien Cup is close at hand..."
"Haven't you already thought about how to speak?"
"Ha ha…"
"Ha ha…"
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"Hey..." Mayo came over, a little cautious: "Thank you, sir... If it weren't for you, we would never know how powerful we are..."
"We were all a bunch of losers before... outright Losers..." Chandler also bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Actually, when you suspended us all, I really hated you." David Anderson also smiled shyly: "I was thinking: 'Hey, I came all the way from Europe, just because of a Bullshit, and I was deprived of the freedom to play. This is too unfair!' But now, I will say to myself...Sir, you are the greatest manager I have ever seen...No one! You taught us how to play correctly! This will benefit us a lot, even in the future. Will be useful in a career…”
"Thank you! My manager...you just watched this game honestly...watched how we kicked their ass...look at how we advanced to the next round with our heads held high!" Even Lowry, who is usually reticent, rarely became emotional...
"Thank you! Love you so much! You made us winners in life - a real basketball-player!"
All around, everyone stood up and applauded Ron, even Adelman and Sloan smiled subtly as a foil...
"I...I..." He just felt dizzy...Only at that moment, he finally felt the long-lost happiness and sense of accomplishment...
"Come on!" As if everything was silent, Ron deliberately kept his trembling body, and smiled with difficulty...
"Alright lads! Let's tear 'em apart!"
"Howl~~~"
Everyone shouted loudly, which symbolized the belief in victory...
"Wait a minute!" Iverson stood up like a big brother, he stubbornly puffed up his cheeks, and his eyes were firm: "I don't want to say more! Who are we? (signature listening action)"
"Houston!"
"who are we!"
"Houston!"
"Let's-go! Rocket! Get-red!"
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No...Thank you...Thank you...It should be me thanking you!
Looking at the figures of everyone leaving, Ron suddenly held his face and cried hysterically...
Only at that moment, his body was filled with positive energy...
Only at that moment, he felt that his efforts were not in vain...
Only at that moment did he feel that his life might also be perfect...
All that remains is the last question - where is Yao Ming?
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"Get off!"
The big guy is like a raging bull, and three or four muscular trainers can't shake him a bit...
"I'm talking about Kai!" He glared at everyone, as if all the friends here are his enemies...
"What are you going to do? Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair?" Qing Itachi gasped heavily, he could barely straighten up...
"Excuse me, have I DNP yet?"
An on-site worker: "Um...no..."
He is domineering, striding forward...
"Maybe you'll laugh..."
"I've been waiting a long time..."
"I'm so tired, I can't wait any longer..."
"You know? Maybe my youth will burn out today..."
"But yo... everyone has dreams, doesn't they?"
"And now, it's the moment I've been dreaming of..."
"It's better to waste time on the basketball court... than to let the years go by..."
"And today, I want to let my more than one billion compatriots see——No matter what, youth has not failed!"
He walked towards the most glorious stage of his life without looking back...
All the people who were stunned, looked at each other in blank dismay, and fell in admiration...
Yes, everyone knows that professional sports are like this. You can’t expect your opponent to show mercy because of your efforts and your not giving up. But everyone has seen what Yao Ming has done. At this moment, they applaud and pay tribute to this man from the bottom of their hearts!
I always dream of such a day, if this ship will sink under the spotlight, then I am willing to sink with him... - Yao Ming...
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Under the spotlight, the players settled down one by one, waiting for the game to start...
Whose appearance made the Toyota Center almost churn?
"Grass!"
"what-a-fuck!"
And who made the commentator who was broadcasting, regardless of his meager salary, utter dirty words in surprise?
CCTV5 Yu Jia burst into tears: "Maybe...we did not live in the 6070s, we could not witness the miracle of New York captain Willis Reed...but today...today we saw...history keeps repeating itself...and all these will become eternal legends, living in the topic that every generation will talk about..."
The big screen cuts directly to the player channel of the home team...
I saw, under the attention of all the people, a huge figure, gritted his teeth, tensed his nerves, and everything, it seemed that every step he took would make him feel like he was walking on thin ice, and a thousand arrows pierced his heart...
But he was limping like that, limping... Slowly walking towards the midfield with a blank expression...
Thunderous applause sounded like crazy...
The MVP calls for the Toyota Center are endless...
Alexander, who was watching the game live, opened his lips in surprise enough to stuff the fist of Muhammad Ali...
Even in front of the visiting team's bench, Popovich, who was calm even under the rain of knives, widened his eyes, looking in horror at the super-hero who was slowly approaching...
The DJ screamed with a voice of 5 decibels...
This is an alternative additional introduction player appearance - "NO. 11...From-china! yao~~~~~~ming!!!!"
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But he was limping like that, limping... Slowly walking towards the midfield with a blank expression...
(End of this chapter)