463: Like a knife (8/8 ask for a monthly pass)
Los Angeles, Staples Center, the Lakers lost hope again.
Howard was injured and Gasol was injured, which made the Lakers now only use Thackeray to play center.
Robert Thackeray, the 30th pick in the second round in 2012, was the last rookie to be selected. He is today, playing in the luxurious Los Angeles Lakers. It sounds quite magical, but the Lakers are so magical this season.
The Thunder had already led the Lakers by 15 points in the last minute. Lakers fans began to leave the court. Kobe sat on the bench with expressionless face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
At this moment, a female reporter in the reporter area suddenly raised her arms and screamed excitedly. Her screams were even obvious in the noisy Staples Center.
The female reporter hugged the photographer beside her, and her excited look was very incompatible with the lifeless Staples.
"Rachel, calm down!" The photographer quickly reminded him. He had already noticed that several Lakers fans were throwing unfriendly eyes at this place.
However, Rachel couldn't calm down at all. Because in her headset, Hubby Brown's words were repeated, "Takes directly outside the three-point line, and the King of Tennessee completed this last blow! Now, he is the real king of Tennessee!"
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Watching Link drifting backward to kill the game with his incredible three-point line, Popovich felt a cramped heart.
For some reason, before Link took action, Popovich had already covered his heart. Perhaps it was because he had seen Link scored too many goals at critical moments before, so he had predicted his destiny?
No, although Popovich is one of the greatest coaches in league history, he has not exaggerated enough to have the ability to predict the future. It's just that Popovich feels nervous just by seeing Link holding the ball at a critical moment.
The old man sat on the bench and looked around in disbelief.
Fans cheering wildly, Grizzlies players and coaches jumping. And, after the final game, No. 0, who was only standing in the center of the field with his hands on his chest, but now he was raised up like a king by everyone.
The calmness after Link's final victory struck Popovich impressed him. If Link had been talking nonsense after the final victory today, or did any exaggerated celebration moves, he would not have been so shocked.
But after the final kill, I can still face this fanatical atmosphere so calmly, like a proud king, waiting for his subjects to cheer for him.
Link's kingly aura in the Federal Express Arena made Popovich remember the scene clearly after a long time.
Losing, Link scored 44 points, 10 rebounds, 5 assists, 1 steal and 2 blocks, and his defensive strategy was completely lost.
Losing, a team that was like Kobe Bryant's ethereal backward killing game offered by him when facing Wade, and his team completely lost.
For a moment, Popovich felt that he had returned to 2004, and the night when the "general" in a white battle robe cut the Spurs off in the last 35 seconds.
Although Link's final victory and McGrady's 35 seconds and 13 minutes are not the same thing, they also snatched away the victory that Popovich believed.
Popovich had never decided to win the game before by Howard and Fischer. So even if he lost, he could accept it calmly. But the game in 2004 and today were both lost when Popovich thought he was sure to win.
Before that drift and lean back, Link had been fighting the Spurs for the whole game, and was blocked by Duncan, and was so tired that his calf cramped, and had been disrupted by Parker's rhythm of the last attack. All signs indicate that the Spurs would become the winner.
What's the result? It's a complete failure!
"Craig, can you accept an interview? Craig?"
"Ah?" Popovich came back to his senses from his trance until he saw a microphone reaching in front of his mouth.
The old man had messy hair and his suit was wrinkled, as if he had just had a serious illness.
Old man, my heart really can't stand this stimulation.
"Ask, ask, damn it, just ask." Popovich stood up and finally looked up to confirm the score.
101 to 102, the visiting team is in front and home team is behind, and everything is cruel.
"Uh, what do you want to say about the ball just now?" The reporter also saw that Mr. Popovich was in a bad mood now, so he simplified the problem and directly picked up the most important question!
Popovich looked at the reporter and was stunned for about five or six seconds. He was organizing language to describe his feelings just now. Finally, the old man slowly spoke, "It feels like he inserted a knife into your chest and then pulled it out bit by bit."
After saying that, Popovich nodded, as if very satisfied with his description. Then, he turned around and left, leaving this sea of joy.
Popovich actually said only half of what he said, and he kept half of it in his heart.
"I hate this bastard's talent!"
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The last person who ate Link's last bullet here was named Kobe Bryant. This is the second time Link has played a great victory in the Federal Express Arena this season.
The second final win, the sixth double-double season, and the third score of 40, achieving the most important game in the 8-day and 6 games, maintaining the unbeaten record of Federal Express Arena.
And, a career high of 44 points. This season, this is the second time that Link has set his single-game scoring record.
After Link finished the final victory, he actually wanted to celebrate wildly. By the way, he would be even better if he whispered a few sluts at Popovich and Leonard.
But Link never thought about what he wanted to spray, nor how he would celebrate. He never thought about how to shoot after connecting the ball, so in the end, he could only give back to Stevens with a smile, "Look, believe me right."
But unfortunately, Stevens seemed to have not realized what he meant. Instead, his calm expression turned into a classic.
I pretended to be a good person again.
Link was carried into the locker room by his teammates. The crazy Grizzlies players carried Link up the moment the whistle sounded at the end of the game, and never put him down again.
After returning to the locker room, the players naturally had a water-splashing battle, which led to the post-match press conference being postponed for half an hour.
But no one urged him, and everyone could understand the players' excitement.
After all the process was over, the players, reporters and fans left the stadium, and only the staff were left in the stadium. It was already midnight.
"Charles, turn off the headlights, it's time for us to finish work!" A staff member yelled in the distance in the center of the stadium. As soon as the switch was opened, the crazy night was completely over.
"Charles?" After waiting for a long time, he didn't respond. The stadium staff named Bill asked again.
"Wait, Bill, let me appreciate this stadium again. You said, one day, will we have the opportunity to hang a banner of honor for the Federal Express stadium?"
"Hahaha, of course, haven't you heard Hubby Brown's commentary today? We have the King of Tennessee."
"So, how long will it take to hang up?"
"It's not long, Charles, not long. Maybe, this summer? OK, turn off the lights, man, it's time to get off work."
Chapter completed!