Detroit

Room 280 in Galritton Apartment.

Adrian was already asleep. When he saw it halfway, he felt that the Piston had little hope, so he lay on the sofa and fell asleep, while Ephraim continued to watch.

It was a turbulent game, with the Pistons burning everything and fighting against opponents who were far stronger than themselves to the end.

In the last few seconds, they fell down.

They may be a few seconds away from winning.

The Pistons stood there, and the overwhelming confusion could really hit those who had been following them.

Ephraim turned off the TV.

"Don't come back next year."

Hardaway walked to Mo Mengchen and stretched out his hand and said.

"call..."

It’s not that Mo Mengchen has never been prepared to lose. He thought he would feel ashamed of the same as the surgery failed in his previous life, but he would use this as a warning and work harder after he goes back.

It was not until the failure really came to him that he realized that this was by no means comparable to the failure of an operation.

Doctors are a more serious profession than NBA players, but he undergoes surgery every day and fails countless times before traveling.

Many people died on his operating table.

However, after experiencing more, people will become numb.

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

But he wouldn't be in such great pain.

This pain became stronger and stronger. He and his teammates worked hard for a whole year, but failed in the last five seconds.

Mo Mengchen did not answer Hardaway, nor did he be interested in hugging and shaking hands with his opponent. He walked forward a few steps, but without any strength on his feet, he fell to the ground.

His trembling thighs let him know what was going on.

He had cramps.

"Eventually, the Pistons lost the game by 2 points," Thurin said. "I believe that any audience member will be respectful of their performance and they do everything they can do."

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

Collins took a lot of effort to temporarily wake up from the great pain of this failure. He was a coach and he had other responsibilities.

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

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

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

Hill turned around and Collins found his back soaked in sweat.

Houston didn't want to stand up, he lay on the ground, covering his face with his hands, he didn't want to be seen.

Mo Mengchen walked to him, squatted down and took off his sneakers.

"stop!"

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

"These pair of socks haven't been replaced 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 in the end, that was a foul! That must be a foul!"

Houston began to excuse for last-minute mistakes.

Mo Mengchen seemed to have not heard it, carefully observed his ankles and gently pressed it: "How do you feel?"

"It hurts! Can you be gentler!" Houston muttered, "Don't you think that's a foul?"

Hill walked up to them with his emotions in control and asked, "How is it?"

"He needs a stretcher." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill turned around and shouted to the staff: "Stretcher!"

"No! I don't want a stretcher! I can walk by myself! I can stand up, I'm not a cripple, I just sprained my ankle, I don't have a fracture, what stretcher do I need?" Houston was not only good at making excuses, but also wanted to leave the field while standing.

Mo Mengchen pressed his body and said softly: "You may only need to rest for a month when you go out on a stretcher. If you have to go out by yourself, of course, it's fine, but if you are not lucky and your injuries worsen..."

"How is it?" Houston asked.

"You have to rest for at least three months." Mo Mengchen said, "Do you still have to be a tough guy?"

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

He opened his mouth and squirted out all the swear words he could say: "Damn! Fuck/Fuck! Bastard! Idiot! Stinky/Bitch/Holy..."

I don’t know who the anger is against. After he cursed, the staff came up with a stretcher.

Everyone worked hard and gently put him on the stretcher.

He might have only the last bit of strength left, and was still saying: "In the end they fouled."

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

Before leaving the court, Mo Mengchen still had to shake hands with his opponent, say a few hypocritical blessings, and then act like he was defeated and still glorious, straighten his back and walk into the player channel.

He hates this step.

locker room

Mo Mengchen sat in his usual seat and received some messages.

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

"Assisted in double-success"

“Successful for personal ratings of A- or higher.”

“Team rating A-success.”

"The match is lost, the return is halved."

"Achievement: Get a triple-double for the first time in the playoffs."

“Reward: 1000-5002000.”

Collins was a little regretful. He promised to the top management that he would lead the team to break through. He succeeded. The team returned to the playoffs and fought with the second-ranked Magic for five games, and did not lose the game until the last 5 seconds.

It should be said that he fulfilled his promise.

But regret is inevitable.

Anyone will regret that they are not defeated by their opponents, nor are they invisible to see hope from beginning to end. They bite the magic tightly and have a chance to defeat their opponents in the end.

This kind of failure is even more unforgettable.

Players are often more likely to accept failure than coaches because for veterans, especially those who have no place to live, they mostly lack a sense of honor. They will work hard to play for their salary. After the game, if they lose or win, they can quickly get out of it.

On the contrary, those young people who have just entered the league and have never seen any storms will be deeply trapped in failure and cannot extricate themselves.

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

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

Every time they fail, they have to comfort the players with a heavy mood, and today is no exception.

"I want to say, I'm proud of your performance this year, you're worthy of anyone."

Collins said.

"Failure does not mean that you have brought the team back to the playoff stage; failure does not mean that you have put your opponents in a tough battle; failure does not mean that you lost the game regretfully in the last five seconds, and failure does not mean that nothing is said, but it is indeed painful."

"Now we are going to raise our heads and walk out of here with our heads raised, and we are going to go back to the hotel."

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

The Pistons team did not accept an interview.

Alan Houston went to a nearby hospital for examination later.

The examination result was a severe sprain at the high position of the right ankle, and the expected recovery time was two months.

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

They shook flags and shouted, and sprinkled salt on their opponent's wounds.

Dumas joked: "They are much worse than the fans in Boston."

"I'm so hungry. I'm going to find a place to have a midnight snack. I'm going to have a full meal!" Mark West murmured.

Lore didn't expect that he was still in the mood to eat.
To be continued...