basketball never sleeps

Chapter 302: Hymn to God

[Try to turn the tide and find the strength to seize the future]

This is me now, breathing the present air, looking around, I can't believe the love I have.

【Putting my fears behind me...】

As the second half approached, the singing of the girl under the spotlight also entered its final climax.

The girl's egg-yolk long skirt and slightly curly hair look vaguely like Snow White of Latin descent if you stand far away. But if you look closer, to be impolite, her facial features are somewhat similar to those of EJ.

The girl's name is Jordin Sparks. She is the champion of the sixth season of American Idol which just ended at the end of May. At the age of 5, she is also the youngest winner in the history of the show.

What she just sang was her championship single. The rhythm of the song was not catchy, but the lyrics were quite appropriate.

The home fans gave her singing a warm round of applause, hoping that the Cavaliers players could gain some strength from it. Unfortunately, the Cavaliers players who walked out of the player tunnel did not show that fairy-tale vitality.

The score difference displayed above the court is not out of reach. If it were in the regular season, this score difference would be nothing, but the plots of the first three games have made them see today's ending.

Although the past has passed, it will never be gone.

"Come on, brothers, play this game well, play every ball well, pay attention to passing, control mistakes, defend well... Don't worry about anything else, this is our home court, kill them!"

Seeing that Azhan was silent, Reid took on the responsibilities of captain.

Reed actually knew what was going on in his mind, but he was trying hard to suppress his inner loss and panic and fear of failure.

He knew that he was not the kind of person who could handle desperate situations with a big heart, so his rationality in this situation would be fatal. According to Hollywood scripts, perhaps he should be a little angrier now?
Unfortunately, he couldn't find this emotion in his heart, nor could he draw this emotion from the fans, and neither did his teammates. LeBron, who was given high hopes... was still a little dazed.

Reed patted Ajan on the shoulder.

A Zhan said nothing, just nodded.

His thoughts had long since broken free from the eight-episode-long memories and were no longer limited to the present, this game, or this season. Instead, he was looking to the future, aiming at 8.

Yes, he admitted that the Cavaliers could not beat the Supersonics this year, and the team's weak inside line was indeed not worthy of the title of champion.

So he will urge Danny Ferry to continue to strengthen during the offseason, and the Supersonics will lose Milicic in the summer. Next season, he will start from a higher starting point than Mo Wen, and he will also be undefeated at home and continue to dominate the East...

At this time next year, he will be standing in KeyArena, comforting Mo Wen with his signature sunny smile, taking back everything that belongs to him, raising the trophy that belongs to him in the spotlight, and truly ascending the throne!

The scene in front of James' eyes kept changing, and the basketball that Reed passed to him seemed to become hotter.

The fantasy of borrowing dopamine from his brain crazily, at this moment he seemed to have regained the feeling of being omnipotent.

Snapped!
Squeak——

There was a crisp sound followed by a not-so-sharp friction, and everything came to an abrupt end.

Mo Wen, who noticed that Azhan had entered the AFK state, decisively called out the police, approached quietly, and then decisively "executed" him.

The basketball was torn from A-Zhan's long arms by Mo Wen in an extremely rough manner.

It was as if the Lion King walked out of the TV and he finished all the rice you had waited 60 minutes for in one gulp.

All his fantasies were shattered in an instant. When he looked back, Mo Wen had already picked up the basketball and was striding straight to the Cavaliers' basket.

Bibby gave up the chase outside the three-point line, and then calmly endured the boos with Mo Wen and A-Jan.

"Hey, were you passing the ball to Mo just now?" Ray Allen started talking trash as he passed by James.

To be honest, Ray Allen is not the type of person who likes to mock others for fun, but at this moment, he feels that James' condition does not let down his loyal home fans.

"Everyone makes careless mistakes sometimes. This is not what you should worry about." Reed pushed Ray Allen away with his shoulder, turned around and patted James.

In the next round, everyone was waiting for Azhan to respond.

As everyone expected, Mo Wen took the initiative to stand in front of A-Zhan again, but A-Zhan with a determined expression did not use his sharp first step or violent tank breakthrough. Instead, he jumped up directly after controlling the ball twice from the outside and shot.

Milicic waved the ball out and the Supersonics counterattacked again.

Mo Wen rushed all the way to the left side and shot a three-pointer at 45 degrees without stopping the ball. His action seemed to be even sloppier than the one James had just shot, but Tyson, who followed him, intercepted the basketball on the way to the basket very comfortably and then pressed it into the basket.

By the time James came back to his senses from his trance, the Supersonics had already achieved a 4:12 offensive climax in 3 minutes.

The score difference came to 20 points.

"The Cavaliers seemed to have given up struggling. I thought they would fight to the last bullet, but looking at LeBron's condition, he chose to face death."

"Supersonics fans in front of the TV can prepare your cheers. Unless the end of the world comes before the last quarter, I really can't imagine how the Supersonics can lose the championship."

In front of the TV, Bill Walton reminded the fans in a generous voice.

20 point…22 points…25 points…

It was not until the second half of the third quarter that the Cavaliers finally unlocked the real "Battle of Dignity" copy.

The 1998-point difference between the Jazz and the Bulls in 42 was once so unattainable, but now they have a chance to surpass it.

Fortunately, the referee saved them.

In the final quarter, the SuperSonics began to distribute memories of the future Finals on the bench, and several players who had not had much playing time before got the opportunity to appear.

Mo Wen, who had accumulated enough stats, did not play again. After all, he had to give A-Jan some room to survive, right?
As if waking up from a dream, James took up the banner of the Cavaliers in the final quarter, and scored 15 points in most of the quarter.

Just like the wildfire fire brigade in Korea, very timely, very hard-working, but very useless.

Time comes to the last 2 minutes.

All the Sonics players have stood up. The mostly young players in the lineup don't have too many feelings but only excitement.

They are more like a young couple who have made an appointment to get their marriage certificate the night before. They have already clarified their identities and are just waiting for the final certification and sublimation.

"Why do I feel like I'm floating? Do you have the same feeling?" Guy narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the timer and counting his heartbeats without looking at anything else.

"Of course, isn't it like the first time to go to bed with a sexy girl? No, this is even more enjoyable than going to bed. This is what winning a championship is like. You wouldn't know it unless you win it!" Payton tilted his mouth and stared at the timer. He thought that after winning the championship, he would be able to face this situation calmly if he encountered it again.

It's so funny, I can't calm down at all.

Ray Allen was not that excited. His eyes were more focused on the family seats behind him. His two sons were jumping excitedly, and his wife's bright smile was more like a mirror, reflecting his smile from the heart.

The 30-year-old Damien was also communicating with his family behind him. Who would have thought that he, as the least talented of the three NBA players in the Wilkins family, successfully won the first championship ring for the family.

Tyson and Milicic leaned together, humming some championship song.

Several assistant coaches were flipping through densely packed tactical plans. They were so thick, so full, and so clean.

Old Hill stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face. His silver hair matched with his smart suit, he looked very elegant but it seemed like something was missing.

Looking at Mo Wen again, he was currently lying on the bench with his hands behind his head, eyes slightly closed, legs stretched out, looking like he was on vacation. He did not have much desire to talk, and his teammates, seeing his expression, tacitly agreed not to disturb him.

When the camera turned to Mo Wen, many home fans couldn't help but boo. They were still playing the game, but he was acting like this. It was so damn disrespectful.

But then again, does Mo Wen really need to respect them?

Mo Wen was enjoying the feeling now, which was something he could not experience in the copy space. The feeling of a long opera coming to the end and an excerpt of its climax rhythm was completely different.

10…9…8……3…2…1！

Drop drop-

The sharp buzzing sound is so pleasant at this moment.

It's like the New Year's bell, or... a hymn to godhood.

116:95
The Supersonics won Game 4 of the Finals without any trouble and won this year's championship!
Mo Wen still wanted to listen to the sounds from the away game, but his teammates around him no longer let him enjoy it and directly pulled him up and hugged him.

"Champions, we are the champions!"

"I love you so much, Mo, we won the championship, you are the god of basketball!"

"I knew you could lead us to win the championship. I knew we could win the championship!"

"Fa, fa, fa, fa. I am the champion too, hahahaha!"

The Chinese fans watching in front of the TV also howled on time, and many canteens and restaurants became noise bombs again.

Fortunately, the shouting of victory was full of joy, otherwise, passers-by would have suspected that someone was giving a beer hall speech.

"We won the championship, we won the championship again, Mo Ge Niu Beer!!!"

"Sweeping the championship, this is Mo Ge's dominance!"

"A second-round pick, he's been in the NBA for four years and has won four championships in a row. He's unrivaled, truly the best champion in the world!"

"What about Mo? Jordan is the god of basketball, but he couldn't win four consecutive championships, so what should we call him?"

"The American God of the Mysterious Pearl of the Nine Skies?"

"..."

Because the road to winning the championship is not difficult, there are not so many repressed emotions. After a brief catharsis, it is time to have fun.

So Mo Wen flew into the sky again.

A pair of arms lifted Mo Wen up, throwing him into the sky again and again and catching him steadily.

No one felt tired.

因为在此之前，是莫闻先在比赛场上举托起了他们。场均34分8篮板11助攻2抢断1.3盖帽，如此伟大的数据也只能体现莫闻部分的价值。

They are really playing on the court, so they can appreciate Mo Wen's strength better than those data experts.

After all, if we just look at the statistics, Mo Wen's statistics in the final quarter were extremely poor, and he didn't look like a big boss at all, but it seems that there is no fourth quarter in this series...

When Mo Wen came back from the sky, A Zhan came over with an embarrassed look on his face and stretched out his hand to Mo Wen.

"Congratulations, Mo, you did better than us and are the better team."

To be honest, he wanted to just abandon everything and leave, but as soon as he reached the player tunnel, he suddenly realized that he had lost everything and had nothing to lose.

In his duel with Mo Wen, the three teams lost 11 games in the regular season, and lost 8 games in the playoffs twice, a total of...

"Don't lose heart, LeBron, you will have a chance." Mo Wen reached out and clapped his hands with A-Jan, his eyes full of grandfatherly kindness. "Come on, I'll be waiting for you here next year."

Mo Wen couldn't say anything like the future belongs to him. He was only one year older than Azhan, and they shared the same future.

And Mo Wen will definitely not follow Danzi's example and start playing baseball halfway, because among the four major sports leagues in North America, he only knows basketball, unless the copy space gives him a football copy one day... forget it, that's more tiring.

As for the situation where he is tired of playing basketball, it is even more impossible. He can endure four or five mandatory games every night, so how can he endure playing a game every two or three days?

A Zhan pursed his lips. If Mo Wen's tone had not been sincere enough, he would have thought that Mo Wen was speaking in a sarcastic way.

Wait for him, wait for him to deliver the food again?

Just wait, mom!
After bashing Mo Wen hard in his mind, A Zhan turned around and walked towards the player tunnel with an embarrassed demeanor. Sadly, he couldn't leave yet and had to show his fresh wound to the media.

Fortunately, fresh wounds are generally not too painful.

"Next season, I won't lose to you in three-point shooting." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Reed's voice.

"You should beat Lei first." Mo Wen patted his shoulder to show encouragement.

Ray Allen came over and hugged Reed, saying things like "Your performance was really good", "Your defense has improved a lot", "Maybe you are better than me".

But the happiness on his face still hurt Reid.

For a moment, Reed seemed to understand that choice is more important than hard work.

If he had not left the Bucks in the first place, then with the Bucks' talent pool and salary space, there would be a chance to attract Mo Wen, right?

……

While the Sonics players were putting on their pre-prepared championship T-shirts, the podium was set up on site.

Stern arrived at the scene with the trophy amid boos, and then the process that Mo Wen was already very familiar with followed.

Bennett, in his suit, looked a little dizzy.

It turns out what Alexander said was true. Is it true that the championship is given away for free when you buy a team?

At the beginning, he just wanted to buy a sports team and go back to his hometown where there was not much entertainment, and make some money honestly. How did it end up like this?

Mo Wen patted him on the back, and Bennett came back to his senses. Now that things have come to this, he might as well hold the trophy first.

There was a rain of streamers falling in the stadium, and the media around carefully found a good angle to take two handsome photos of Bennett.

Then, Mo Wen, as the boss, held the trophy.

The cheers and applause from the fans were not loud as expected, but -

Click, click, click...

Ribbon rain, with sound effects.

Then the Sonics players left their marks on the trophy one by one, including handprints, lip marks, and smiling faces reflected in the spherical funhouse mirror.

"Congratulations, you deserve it." Stern once again handed the FMVP trophy to Mo Wen.

Even though Stern is extremely cunning, he is now somewhat like a Bengbu resident.

An international player has won the FMVP for three consecutive years. His internationalization is a bit too successful.

No, I have to find someone to do this job next year, otherwise I will be chased and scolded by the rednecks again.

When we returned to the locker room, the champagne battle was about to begin.

There wasn't much champagne when the Pistons won the championship, Wade was not there when the Heat won their first championship, and there were a lot of old men on the team when they won their second championship. In short, they didn't have a lot of fun.

This time they were all made up, and the beer foam adorned everyone equally.

He didn't even have a few sips of the wine, but Mo Wen felt a little drunk.

It's great that the championship belongs to him.

Oh, not necessarily. After all, after Milicic scored 40 points, the media started promoting the Supersonics Big Three again.

But what the hell.

To walk on this path is to constantly prove yourself.

He is on his own path now.

The champagne battle came to an end only when the family members and media of the team came in.

Mo Wen, who had just stood at the top of the world, had to bow his head in front of his parents and mother-in-law.

Fortunately, everything that needs to be said has been said before, and now we just have to go through the process.

Space, space, space.

Little Catherine leaned gracefully in Mo Wen's arms, not avoiding the camera, and insisted on sharing the joy of victory.

After a long time, their lips parted. The two did not say any explicit love words, but just touched their foreheads together and let their minds communicate.

As if he suddenly thought of something, Mo Wen reached behind him.

The keen photographer's breathing became a little rapid.

Coming?

But then a beautiful rose bloomed from Mo Wen's hands.

Little Catherine took the rose with surprise, but the photographer next to her felt a little regretful. It’s just a flower?
Mo Wen: Otherwise, it’s still working hours.

Press conference before leaving Cleveland.

Cleveland Plain Dealer: "Mo, congratulations on winning another championship trophy. You've won four championship trophies in just four years in the NBA. Do you think you're the luckiest person in the NBA?"

Mo Wen: "I don't allow you to say that about LeBron. Although we won easily, the battle was over in just four games, and each game was very fast, but LeBron and other Cavaliers players really played seriously. What makes you say they lost to luck?"

Chicago Tribune: "You now have four consecutive championships, which Michael Dunk doesn't have. Where do you think the gap is between you and Michael Dunk now?"

Mo Wen: "Age, next question."

The New York Times: "Mo, I want to ask you what you think of New York City?"

Mo Wen: "Very smooth, next question."

Seattle Post-Intelligencer: "How would you rate this year's championship team?"

Mo Wen: "Great, no need to say more."

……

That night, the Supersonics did not stay in K Village, but rushed home carrying the trophy.

Although Boeing no longer holds shares in Supersonic, it took the initiative to contract Supersonic's return flight for advertising reasons.

A brand new Boeing 767 with the words "Champions Train" painted on the outside. It must be said that this plane has a close connection with supersonics. The supersonics won their first championship when the plane was being tested. Fortunately, it was expected that this model would be discontinued at the end of this year, but as soon as the playoffs began, Boeing received an order for 30 more of this model, and it came back to life.

On the plane, Mo Wen and Milicic sat in a row, drinking champagne that had been pre-stored in the cabinet.

"Brother Mo, where are you planning to go during the holidays? Do you want to visit Europe?" Milicic burped and filled another glass.

"I probably won't have time this year. Steve (Human) only left me half a month of rest. I have to go back to the country for activities later. I remember that you also have to participate in the national team's competition?" Mo Wen turned around and asked.

"How about we play next year?"

"Our family will be taking part in the Olympics next year."

"That……"

"I will definitely go. The world is so big, I have to go and see it." Mo Wen hooked his arms around Milicic's neck and touched him again.

"The world is so big...Brother Mo."

"Ah."

“I have no regrets about my journey here.”

"Don't f*cking talk like you're retiring, Seattle will always be your home, keep going."

Ding bang——

(End of this chapter)