MM Racing Chapter 251
Chapter 251
June 31, San Antonio, Texas,
The Spurs' SBC Center was decorated with lights and new decorations.
Everyone was looking forward to the Spurs' third championship in history.
In the center of the court, the NBA official championship trophy, the O'Brien Cup, stood on the court.
For players, this is the ultimate pursuit of their career and the highest honor in the NBA.
When Carter pushed Kidd past the side of the trophy, the two of them stopped involuntarily.
For NBA players of their level, after getting the maximum salary, they need to pursue the trophy in front of them to achieve financial freedom.
It represents the ultimate prize in their career, but unfortunately the two have never been able to get it.
For most people, mediocrity is the norm in life, but for them, not being able to get the highest honor basically means the failure of their career.
Although many fans and media people often defend them,
The championship cannot represent the greatness of a player, but whoever is involved knows it in their hearts.
As a small group of people with the strongest basketball level in the world, all of them are the pride of heaven.
Playing with their own pride and faith, without the desire for the championship, it is impossible to achieve the current honor.
Just as the two stopped to look at the championship, a discordant voice came from the distant fans' stands:
"Hey, you two stay away from the championship, this is not what you should watch, tonight we are going to celebrate the Spurs' championship, a team from New Jersey, you should stop dreaming!!"
It turned out that behind the technical desk, two fans were yelling at Carter and Kidd who were sitting in a wheelchair.
Walking behind Carter and Kidd was Roy, he glanced coldly at the two fans who were dancing the most happily in the audience.
When Roy was about to start a fight, a white old man sitting two seats away from the two black men started to speak:
"Are the fans in San Antonio of this quality? Then I think the Spurs will not be happy. Respecting opponents is what every team should do."
"It's you again, old man. I've been looking for you for a long time. I thought you didn't dare to come. Last time you won 2,000 from us brothers in New Jersey. Today we want to get it back with interest. This time it's in San Antonio. Do you dare to gamble?"
The two black men were Jack and Rose who gambled with the old man in the last home game.
They were from wealthy families and didn't care about money. It was just that they felt uncomfortable being ridiculed after losing money.
After discovering the old man who won money in the last game, they decisively transferred their hatred. After all, how can a championship be compared with real gold and silver dollars?
"What am I afraid of? If someone gives me money, don't I dare to accept it?"
The white old man took a sip of beer with an indifferent look on his face and spoke casually.
This made the hot-tempered Jack very angry:
"Don't be so proud, old man. This is the home court of the Spurs. I will make you lose money and beg for food!"
The white old man shook his head, burped, and raised the can of beer in his hand:
"I don't care. My air tickets and hotel money, and the wine are all given to me by you. No matter what, I will lose!"
Jack and Rose looked at each other and gritted their teeth.
"Since you are not afraid of death, old man, this time we will each pay 5,000! If you lose, you give us 2,500 each!"
The old man shrugged his shoulders and said that there was no problem.
The agreement was quickly reached and the money was given to the old man as usual. In the hands of the people,
After receiving the money, the old man pointed at Roy and said:
"Stinky boy, someone is going to give me money again, don't embarrass me!"
Roy smiled and nodded. He was worried that he couldn't teach these two black guys who embarrassed Carter and Kidd a lesson.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise here. Roy stretched out his arm and shook hands with the old man gently.
He grabbed the beer from the old man and held it in his hand.
"How old are you and still drinking this? Watch the game at ease and don't act like a child."
The two black guys, Jack and Ross, were stunned.
Old man, we are just talking nonsense, but you are serious!
"Sir, do you know Roy?"
"Of course I know him, and I know him very well. He called me coach at this time last year!"
The white-haired old man looked at the two of them complacently.
This old man was none other than Roy's alma mater, University of Southern California, basketball team head coach Ronnie Clare, who was also Roy's mentor.
Jack and Rose had a bad feeling. They were a little nervous, and the situation seemed out of control.
Clare took out a beer from under his feet at some point, opened it, and drank it again.After a mouthful, he pointed at Roy and said:
"It's a good thing to be honest with the old man. This is what my apprentice often told me."
Roy looked helpless. The old coach still had the habit of drinking beer when watching the game.
Fortunately, he noticed someone waving at him not far away. Roy recognized them. They were the coach's daughter and son-in-law.
He had seen these two people when he was in school and when he was invited to visit the coach's home.
This made Roy feel relieved. The old coach didn't come alone. At least someone was taking care of him.
Roy waved to the coach and said he was going to warm up.
Coach Claire nodded.
"Boy, you are my most promising student. Don't let me down."
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The Nets' warm-up shots, the Spurs' home court became more and more intense.
Every time Roy or Carter shot, the boos and shouts were particularly prominent.
"Noisy!"
For the championship, not only the team, but also the fan group would do anything.
Carter looked at the other side's fans and made another three-pointer on the three-point line.
Then he got the ball and made a dunk under the basket.
Roy practiced the three-pointer feel from all angles on the outside, and his hit rate was not affected at all.
9 out of 10 three-pointers foreshadowed Roy's amazing touch today.
This is the result of Roy increasing his shooting volume and extra training in the past two days.
The Nets still have the problem of insufficient firepower, and he and Carter must take more responsibility.
With the referee's whistle, the two teams finished their warm-up exercises.
The starting players took off their training clothes and slowly walked into the center of the court.
The championship trophy in the center area has been moved to the storage location provided by the Spurs.
The sixth finals between the two teams is about to begin.
The two sides posed in the center of the court.
The starting lineup of the Spurs at home:
Tony Parker, Ginobili, Bruce Bowen, Robert Horry, Tim Duncan
The away Nets used the lineup of the second half of the previous game:
Vince Carter, LaGabelle, Richard Jefferson, Chuck McGinnis, Roy
Robert Horry still jumped the ball in the middle of the court.
The stubborn old Spurs coach Popovich, who thought that no one could compete with Roy at the jump ball point, chose to play badly again.
"It's time to end this farce. The Spurs will win the championship here. You should be ready to witness our glory here."
Robert Horry, with Popovich's mission, began to provoke Roy at the beginning.
"You are indeed a farce. I will win here after enough. Although it is cruel, I like it!"
It is obvious that the veteran Horry's trash talk level is not high. He was speechless after being scolded by Roy.
"You think Roy, this is the graveyard where the New Jersey Nets are buried. You just wash yourself and wait for death!"
Tony Parker, who was indignant on the side, couldn't help but say,
"Just you? How can I remember that the French flag is pure white!"
"*&*%&……%&……"
Parker was scolded by Roy's words and could only fight back in his native language.