readytorunbook Chapter 164 Heroes return!
Chapter 164 Heroes return!
Chapter 164 Heroes return!
Running to the corridor of the locker room, some pictures appeared in Ron's eyes...
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"And Chandler? This guy seems to have a problem with his knee..." Ron hesitated.
"The poor Taoist has seen it," Taoist Qing Were responded while adjusting the Chinese herbal medicine on his own, "His knee is different from ordinary people. When he was injured, he was forced to move to dislocation. Miraculously, the bone grew stronger. He himself is used to this kind of behavior..."
"It's no wonder that several transactions have been suspended due to health reasons. Is he... all right?"
"Well, it's okay..." He stopped what he was doing, and sighed with emotion... "Because he has a strong heart..."
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Barkley: "Chandler's accidental injury left the Rockets' inside depth stretched... Perhaps many people did not expect that the tenacious Houstonian would end this magical journey in such a regrettable situation..."
Kenny: "Can he still play? Adelman called a long timeout for him... Will he re-enact the 'Willis Reed-style hero's comeback' for us?" The brave Knicks defeated the Lakers with Chamberlain and Baylor to win the championship that year.)”
Barkley: "No, obviously not. Of course I'm not the general manager of the Rockets...but you must know that as a mature team manager, you must know how to protect your players and when to give up...If other opponents, you can work harder. But they are in Los Angeles, challenging the defending champion Lakers..."
"Even Adelman himself knows how terrible it is to maintain an anxious score against the Lakers in the fourth quarter. Even without Kobe, the Lakers are the team that can play the fourth quarter best in the league...Triangle offense, although not good at three-pointers, can maintain stability at critical moments..."
"That's right, we all know what kind of team this Rockets are. Tenacious is their style, and never giving up until the last minute is their spirit...We've all heard about this in previous games... They did their best in this game. They tried their best to recover nearly 20 points from the defending champion in the third quarter, and they tried their best to defeat the defending champion in the third quarter... This spirit certainly deserves our praise..."
"But the opponent is the defending champion after all, and the gap in strength is there. As long as the Lakers are serious, they are the best team in the world. Now the Lakers have the initiative in the game, don't forget that the Rockets are on this field, and there will be a back-to-back game tomorrow...The opponent is the underdog Los Angeles Clippers. If they really want to make a difference this season..."
Kenny: "You mean..."
Barkley: "Yes...it's time to hide the main force and think about tomorrow's game..."
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A full-fledged team manager?
In the locker room, the silent Ron watched dumbly as the team doctor Jones used tweezers, needles and other tools to clean up the wound between Chandler's eyebrows...
stop the bleeding...
needle…
Every time I look at it, I feel terrified...
It's just that the clank and iron man kept clenching his teeth, and didn't let out a single wail of pain...
He just kept urging the team doctors to hurry up and hurry up...
He glanced at the live broadcast of the game on the wall. The Lakers struck while the iron was hot and replaced Odom with Bynum. The formation like an iron barrel, coupled with the momentum of Staples shouting loudly, made the Rockets weak offensively and made frequent mistakes...
Dragic missed a desperate three-pointer at the last moment of 24 seconds. He himself also sighed to the sky for failing to live up to the ball that Chandler bought with blood...
Adelman frowned. From time to time, he wanted to look at the door of the locker room, and looked anxiously at the scoreboard...
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Chandler let out a muffled snort, like the scream of a beast, he clenched his fist tightly, with mixed feelings...
"I'm going to play... hurry up, I'm going to play! Faster! Go to win!"
Everyone in the locker room was moved when they heard it... Even Ron's tears, which had just been wiped away, flowed out again without disappointment...
"Forget it... that's it." Ron smiled at Chandler with difficulty. He looked back at the trembling team doctor Jones and said, "Hey, there is still time, so there is no need to be so nervous...Tyson, take a good rest, I still count on you to deal with it tomorrow..."
Finally, someone in the crowd let out a deep breath, but in less than a second, they became anxious again...
"What do you mean by that?" Chandler interrupted Ron, who seemed a little angry under Ron's surprised eyes.
Meanwhile, shouts of "MVP" resounded through the Staples Center.
On the field, Kobe took advantage of the opportunity to score a deadly three-pointer and directly opened the score to 8 points...
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In the frustrating locker room, it was horribly quiet...
"...I'm going to give up this game." Ron buried his eyes deeply, and then pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It's good! It's better than I expected...I thought it would be good to recover 10 points, but I didn't expect...I think I got what I wanted from you... This is undoubtedly a kind of victory..."
"Fart!" Chandler staggered to his feet, ignoring the stitches on his face. He stared at Ron. The player was so angry at the team manager that many of the staff present were stunned...
"Are you a coward?" he growled, pointing at Ron...
For some reason, a masculinity was also stimulated in Ron's heart: "What do you know? A game is more important than a season? My mother, I traded you just to win this hopeless game and lose the whole season?"
Looking at the disappointed eyes of the strong man in front of him, Ron breathed a deep sigh of relief, "I... I am the manager of the team, and I have the right to be responsible for the team's record throughout the season... Sometimes, giving up does not mean failure! Because if you don't go through the wind and rain, how can you see the rainbow? Only those who come out of setbacks are real men!"
He eased the atmosphere, and then patted Chandler's shoulder lightly: "The days to come are still long, let the Los Angeles people be proud for a while! I don't want you to suffer from injuries..."
"No..." Chandler shook his head in disappointment.
no no…
"How can you say you don't understand? I am the manager of the team and I have the final say!" Ron was angry.
"No..." When they raised their heads again, everyone was surprised to find that the tough man, who could not be knocked down by injuries, was actually crying...
no no…
In the eyes of the stunned Ron, there was an infinite fire in those pupils...
"This injury is nothing. If you don't let me play, my heart will hurt even more!" He beat his chest, and the passionate tears fell to the ground bit by bit, which moved everyone present...
"I know what we're in, but even if I'm 100 points behind, I'd rather die than give up—
Because giving up...isn't my basketball..."
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Barkley: "The Rockets called another timeout...Obviously Adelman was at the end of his rope...He didn't pick up the board, he just glanced at the end of the bench for Jermaine Taylor and David Anderson who couldn't wait long..."
The timeout is about to end, but the entire Rockets bench is shrouded in shadows...
8 minutes and 12 seconds in the fourth quarter, 92:84.
Staples has become a sea of joy.
The celebrities on the sidelines also interacted with the fans one after another...
It seems that the Houstonians are a piece of meat on the cutting board, waiting for them to share the fruits of victory...
Even the Zen master showed a gratified expression.
Kenny: "This ball has ended early..."
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It was just that suddenly, there was a beast-like roar...
The people celebrating at the Staples Center suddenly stopped their dance in embarrassment and began to look at each other...
The frustrated Houston Rockets players suddenly raised their heads in shock. In their line of sight, it was clearly the empty tunnel for the visiting team...
"...OH! Shit!" A fan cupped his mouth...
"...OH! MY-God!" Another fan couldn't believe his eyes...
First a person, then a group of people, and finally everyone looked at the figure slowly walking out of the player tunnel in horror...
"Tyson Chandler! God! He gave up the treatment, and after a simple bandage, he came back to the scene again!" The DJ on the scene was crazy...
"He's a HERO! That's right! He's the Super-Hero of the crumbling Houston Rockets!"
When Chandler limped and appeared in everyone's sight, people were surprised to find that this guy was smiling...
He wiped away the undried blood stains on his brows, his wrinkled expression, and the bright smile on the corner of his mouth, making the entire Staples Center silent...
1 second...2 seconds...
The fans erupted in an instant, and all the Lakers players opened their mouths inexplicably, staring at the tough man with a urging breathing and a passionate face...
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"I want to play. This is a fight for my basketball philosophy. It is a great moment that I have dreamed of all my life. I don't want to say to myself in the mirror 20 years later that I gave up my favorite basketball because of cowardice in such and such a game..." Chandler told reporters after the game.
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Although he is an enemy, for such an opponent, what excuse do you have to stop your heart from being moved?
There was a tsunami of applause from the entire Staples Center, and even Nicholson, a loyal supporter of the Lakers, took the lead in standing up and cheering for him...
The Rockets players were all infected by his unyielding atmosphere, with tears in their eyes.
The Lakers players also stopped their contemptuous eyes, and watched Chandler slowly walking towards the game scene in amazement...
Chandler was the only one on the scene laughing. He opened his mouth wide and smiled very brightly. He didn't even forget to tease Kobe before the game started.
"Come on, second game!"
I can't restrain myself, my heart beats faster, I'm too excited to pursue the fight before I'm satisfied.
The lights were flashing, the crowd was shouting, and looking up, I was completely dismissive.
In silence, listen to yourself, believe in yourself, and never escape.
Shouting, flooding the audience, pushing open the door, stepping out of oneself——
This is the soul of my life...
Clenching the hands of the soul, fighting on the basketball court, amidst the darkness and fear, insisting on the last moment of moving...
The countdown clock, the final whistle sounded, and the victory ended...
Close your eyes and welcome the moment I have been dreaming of all my life...
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A few minutes later, Ron looked at the ceiling and was lost in thought. The team doctor Jones hesitated for a long time and interrupted his meditation.
"...You still let him play, this is too messy... His brow bone was bruised, and he needed more than ten stitches..." Jones asked seriously: "I know, you said on the surface that you don't care about this game, but in your heart you don't want to give up this game... I just don't understand, why are you insisting on it at all costs?"
"Did you know?...Jones." Ron sighed meaningfully...
"Because..." He looked in front of the camera, the respectable big man inside the Rockets penalty area, suddenly burst into tears, and said with a smile, "Because we all love basketball!"
(End of this chapter)