In the fourth quarter, Xie Hou didn't play all the time, and he sat on the bench.

Team doctor Musfa half bent down to deal with the wound on the corner of his mouth, "Arthur, your performance this year will be the best summary of the word dominance."

Xie Hou smiled lightly and said, "I hope so."

Unless the Spurs counterattack reverses the 30-point difference, Xie Hou's data will be frozen.

In the sixth game of the finals against the Spurs, Xie Hou scored 65 points, 13 rebounds and 6 assists in the third quarter, 30 points in the second quarter, and another 23 points in the third quarter. During this period, he was violently fouled by the Spurs many times, and none of those blows made him surrender.

He took over the other party's anger and held his head high and his chest held high in repeated blows.

Nothing can destroy him.

In the last quarter of this season, the Spurs trailed by 31 points to 18 points.

19 seconds before the end of the game, Artest missed a strong three-pointer, and he was very regretful. The Spurs regarded his shot as provocation and humiliation, and wanted to have a conflict.

No one expected Artest would open his hands and say, "If you want to, hit me, I won't accept it."

The Spurs, who were angry, held back this. After the game, the reporter asked Artest why he was abnormal. The winner was decided at that time. According to his temper, the Spurs players took the initiative to come up and make a fight. Shouldn't he swung his fist and make a fuss? Why are you cowardly?

"I'm going to win the third ring soon. Do you want to fight him? I'm not stupid!" Artest replied.

Ten seconds before the final game, the Spurs, who were 18 points behind, still wanted to play.

The Pacers defended seriously. Usually at this time, both sides gave up the game and it was time to shake hands. The reporters were ready to rush into the field, but they played until the last second.

Ginobili made a three-pointer but missed.

"Beep!!!"

It was rare that the final whistle was so moving.

Xie Hou let out a gentle breath, "It's over."

On June 18, 2007, Xie Hou's third championship in four years, at the age of 27, was standing at the top of the world.

The suspended teammates ran into the court excitedly, while the players on the court hugged enthusiastically with the players temporarily drawn from the Development League.

What an amazing battle?

The Pacers lack two absolute main players, all the core players in the inside line cannot play, and there are three main players who can rotate and cannot play. There are only eight people in the first three quarters, and in fact, only six people are playing, and the other two have very little playing time.

The energy of six people is better than the Spurs.

Xie Hou's magical performance of scoring 65 points alone made the Spurs the second Texas team to be humiliated in the finals after he made the Spurs the Mavericks.

"I once said that there will be a Michael Jordan for a hundred years. It's obvious that I'm wrong. Arthur is obviously standing at a higher level, and even Michael has never stood at his height." Doug Collins exclaimed. "We can say that Arthur this season, both in the regular season and in the playoffs, is synonymous with dominance."

Double First Team, scoring king, assist king, MVP, championship, and FMVP who is destined to be unable to fall behind others.

The regular season saw 35.2 points, 8.8 rebounds, 12.7 assists, 1.7 steals and 1.9 blocks, leading the team to 66 wins.

He averaged 41 points, 12 rebounds, 8 assists, 2.2 steals and 2.5 blocks in the playoffs, and averaged 41.9 points, 11 rebounds, 7 assists, 2 steals and 3 blocks in the finals, defending the champion.

It once again set a record of single-game score in the finals and surpassed Jordan's 63-point playoff single-game score against the Celtics in 1986.

"How do you describe Arthur's performance? All I can say is that when I see him playing with his ruptured lips, I'm willing to stand beside him with my old bones." McGuinness said appropriately, "He's the kind of player who makes you willing to go forward and retreat no matter what."

Xie Hou had a towel hanging on his body, and he walked to the sidelines to hug Xuewei.

When Xuewei saw his face clearly, she kissed the cracked lips without hesitation.

She might have wanted to express her excitement and pride, but her unequivocally kissed undoubtedly caused Xie Hou a little extra harm.

"Ao!"

"What..." "What?" Xue Wei didn't say it, and saw some blood flowing from Xie Hou's mouth.

Xie Houmo said her head was fine and said hello to Shirley and Cable Napoli, "I still have some things to deal with."

"Go and go, big brother, I'm really really proud of you!" Napoli shouted.

The first person to greet Xie Hou was Bao Wen, which was really surprising.

"You are a tough guy, I apologize for my offense to you on the court." Bao Wen said sincerely.

Xie Hou had prepared a lot of harsh words, but Bao Wen came up and apologized seriously, which left him with nowhere to get angry.

He looked at Bowen and said, "I apologize for my foul on you in the second game."

"That almost killed me!" Bao Wen smiled lightly.

The two hugged each other sincerely, and after saying good luck to each other, they continued to move forward.

There is nothing strange about Ginobili and Parker's greetings.

When Xie Hou came to Duncan, the middle-aged man who looked not very smart first asked about his injuries.

"No problem," Xie Hou said.

Upon hearing this, Duncan nodded and hugged Xie Hou gently, "Let's continue next year."

The Spurs are undoubtedly a team with limited upward potential. At this time next year, Bowen will be 36 and a half years old, and Duncan is 31 years old. The youngest is Parker. He is the chosen son who has risen in accordance with the times, but his strength is not enough to transform the Spurs. Ginobili is about the age of Duncan.

It's a big deal to talk about whether the Spurs will still have championship competitiveness next year.

"Okay." Xie Hou responded and continued to move forward.

Soon, the only person who hadn't paid any attention was the head coach of the Spurs, who had been like a irritable old man after the series began.

"You can obviously defeat us with passes, why do you have to do your own thing?" Popovich asked a question.

"Because I'm more confident in doing it myself." Xie Hou said confidently.

Popovich frowned and patted Xie Hou on the shoulder, "I really don't like you."

After the hypocritical blessing session, players from both sides returned to the locker room and set up a podium on site.

Xie Hou returned to the locker room happily, and he knew what was waiting for him here.

Before opening the door of the locker room, Xie Hou licked the corner of his mouth and felt the smell of blood.

This is the bloody smell of victory.

He actually liked this taste a little, and it had the taste of victory.

The door of the locker room opened, Xie Hou first leaned into his face, and Artest first sprayed a column of champagne water after discovering him.

Then there was a mess.

Those who were suspended were all dressed in formal clothes. They never thought that the Pacers would win. Now that they won the ball, it is not appropriate not to come to the locker room to take a look.

But when they came to the locker room, they could have less champagne showers? They were all brothers who had been fighting for a season. Although they didn't fight in the last game, it was obviously inappropriate for them not to spray the champagne on them.

Xie Hou took the initiative to fire and aimed at the people who sat on the sidelines and spoke sarcastic words all night before winning the championship.

Then, Claire, Walsh, Bird... Brothers Simon!

The Simon brothers just wanted to come to the locker room to greet everyone. As soon as they came in, the players went up and greeted him without discrimination. Just spraying the champagne on their faces almost got him drunk.

The carnival lasted for more than ten minutes, and the most exciting moment had passed.

"Change your clothes, you are the defending champions, go out with great momentum!"

Claire's suit is scrapped tonight, the third suit he has been sprayed with champagne in four years, and he hopes there is a fourth, a fifth, and even more.

The champion T-shirt was worn on his body, and the hat with the words "champion" was engraved with the words "champion" was put on high. The champions returned to the venue with their heads held high and their chests were raised. The stage of the champion had been arranged.

"It's a pity Andre is not here," Papalucas said.

"It's great. He doesn't have to contribute a little to this damn game, nor does he have to drizzle champagne after the game. He just needs to lie in the hospital to get the flowers we sent. The championship trophy." O'Neal Jr. rarely said so much, his nose sour. "He's so lucky!"

He was obviously a joke, but Xie Hou wanted to cry when he heard it. He never thought about crying when he won the championship, but now he remembered that it was not easy to go along the way.

He tried his best to play a season that was considered the most dominant of all time, and then the journey ended here.

David Stern nodded with satisfaction when he heard his assistant report on the ratings of the game.

The Spurs have always been a rating poison. Any team playing with them will be pulled to the same low level and then defeated by the battle.

Their game lacks highlights for passers-by, full of confrontation and dirty moves, and the Pacers are almost destroyed.

In the sixth game, Arthur stood up.

This man led to the ratings of the finals, and finally fought for personal heroism, pushing the ratings to the peak.

Stern spoke boredly, and the booed voices all over the place rose for him. Bowen didn't even booed so much when he was evil in Xie Hou.

After challenging the audience's patience, he finally brought out the championship trophy.

Walsh and Claire jointly held the O'Brien Cup.

"Arthur, don't you want to touch it?" Bird asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Xie Hou stretched out his hand and gently touched what they had been pursuing for a whole year.

Honor has been crowned, and the trophy is nothing more than an object that proves its existence. It is placed in the office of the general manager and said to another genius several years later, "Can you bring us back to the age of glory?"

Xie Hou hopes that if there really is one day, the young man can say, "I'm here for this."

Thinking of this, his struggle seemed to have a new meaning.

The champion is immortal.

The FMVP award is even more suspenseful. Xie Hou averaged 41.9 points, 11 rebounds, 7 assists, 2 steals and 3 blocks in the finals - Bill Russell Cup, who else can be left!

"Arthur, this is your third time winning this honor. Do you have any thoughts?"

Xie Hou thought of a lot of decent official words, and then he thought again, someone said that his year was the most dominant year in history, so why are you still humble?
Chapter completed!