Champion Rules

Chapter 30 029: I just need to make sure they are afraid of me (Please read!)
Alberto Herreros, whose statistics are mediocre, is leading the team in his own way.

The gloom of the Catalan night is being diluted by one victory after another.

Antonios Fuzis still complained occasionally, but less often.

He and Lynch were still strangers, but at least they were no longer at loggerheads.

And when the Greek is focused on his role, honestly, he does a pretty good job.

After all, he is the guy who cost Real Madrid 450 million in transfer fee.

Louis Bullock would occasionally go crazy and shoot randomly, but overall he still followed the rules because he could not disrupt the team's winning trajectory.

Everyone played better and better, only Alberto Herreros sacrificed himself in the process.

His statistics are getting worse and worse, and some media even think that he should go to the bench to make room for young people.

But Marca stood up and said some fair words for their captain.

"You can't quantify the impact of captaincy with statistics, and that's why I love basketball, because you can't just look at statistics to determine which player is most effective.

Stats help, but only to a certain extent. Look at Amar'e Stoudemire in Phoenix, who scores 20 or 30 points a night but repeatedly fails on defense, fumbling every switch.

No one gets improved because of him, he can't create shots for anyone, and he can't contribute anything on defense.

You can't say that his role in Phoenix is ​​greater than Alberto's role in Real Madrid.

Our captain is a great player, you will know that if you have seen him play.

People love statistics, but in the end, the teams that win championships are always those led by guys who give their all on defense, who sacrifice individual success, and who keep the team together.”

At the press conference, Alberto Herreros looked at the article in Marca and shook his head with a smile in response to the praise from the reporters.

"Don't believe a word I say. I'm not that great."

"Captain, what results do you hope to achieve this season?"

"The more championships you win, the better."

"You will realize this wish." Lynch next to him interrupted.

At first, no one cared about the young man's lies.

No one knew that the gears of fate had already started turning in Lynch's declaration.

On a cold December night, when Real Madrid defeated Baskonia, led by the Argentine team, at the San Pablo Arena in Seville to win the Spanish King's Cup, people suddenly realized: Damn, this kid is not kidding!

Alberto Herreros didn't expect that what Lynch promised could be realized so quickly.

Baskonia has a well-organized and strong lineup this year, and they even defeated Barcelona in the semi-finals.

It's a pity that their overall lineup was restrained by Real Madrid's defensive system.

It was still the same old problem: Baskonia's team offense couldn't be launched, and the team's most reliable attacker, Luis Scola, was stretched to the limit under Lynch's defense.

This question is as unanswerable as "Is appearance more important or body shape more important?"

At the end of the game, Diamond was quite helpless. He had a chance to end the game in the final moments, but he failed to win three consecutive singles and ruined everything.

"Sometimes the game is just like that, and we have to accept the result no matter what. Lynch is great, he may be the best defensive player in the entire ACB league."

Luis Scola was helpless, but also felt lucky.

At least, they only met Real Madrid in the Copa del Rey final, which is better than meeting them in the ACB League final.

Lynch won the Copa del Rey, the first time Real Madrid's basketball team had won the trophy since 2000.

It was also the first championship trophy Lynch won in his career.

But Lynch's speech after winning the championship was very simple.

"Madrid, you know this is not the end! We haven't won everything yet and, most importantly, we haven't made the Catalan bastards tremble!"

The regular season continued, and Barcelona experienced injuries during this period, with Jorge Faca and Dejan Bodiroga joining the Swiss national team one after another.

So when Real Madrid got their revenge against Barcelona at the Vistagre Bullring, Lynch was not excited.

That wasn't the real Barcelona, ​​he wanted to play against them with their full squad.

The continuous injuries also affected Barcelona's record.

By the end of the regular season at the end of March, last season's champion Barcelona was only ranked third with a record of 23 wins and 11 losses, and second was Baskonia with a record of 28 wins and 6 losses.

Real Madrid successfully reached the top with a record of 29 wins and 5 losses, and Lynch won the ACB League MVP without any suspense.

After the playoffs began, Real Madrid continued to dominate, sweeping the first two rounds 3-0 to advance. (The ACB playoffs are all best-of-five series.)
Barcelona, ​​which was short of players, was eliminated by Baskonia in the second round with a total score of 3-2.

After eliminating last season's champion Barcelona, ​​Luis Scola, who advanced to the final, almost cried.

Is he moved? He dare not move.

Because Lynch is here again!
A magical fate brought them together again.

In the first game of the finals, when Luis Scola came on the court, he saw Lynch greeting him with a smile.

"Louis, I don't know why, the more I look at you, the more familiar I feel with you."

Scola didn't look at Lynch with any warmth at all. In Luis Scola's opinion, that smile was comparable to that of Jack Nicholson in "The Shining", or even more terrifying.

He felt like a helpless boy in the arms of a 45-year-old woman, knowing exactly what terrible things were going to happen. And he was right.

The Argentine striker was dominated by Lynch again and only scored 8 points in the whole game.

Whenever Luis Scola backed up Lynch, Lynch would yell, "Oh, harder boy, harder, come on!!!"

Real Madrid won the first and second games easily. They were about to win the championship in the third game, but they encountered the strongest resistance from Baskonia.

In this life-and-death battle, Prigioni and Nocioni exploded with three-pointers and made many long shots amidst interference.

In the final moments of the game, Real Madrid was 2 points behind, and Baskonia's strong desire to survive allowed them to make a perfect defense in this round.

With 8 seconds left on the offensive clock, Teodosic and Lynch set a pick-and-roll, but Prigioni miraculously bypassed the screen and stood in front of Theo. Nocioni didn't need to switch defense, so he stuck close to Lynch.

At this moment, Teodosic saw a figure in a dark blue away jersey circling to the right corner and heard a shout: "Give me the ball!"

Theo passed the ball almost reflexively.

The one who received the ball was Alberto Herreros, a man who always sacrificed his shots and statistics to make the team better, but became "selfish" at the critical moment.

He caught the ball with only 1.7 seconds left on the shot clock.

The Lithuanian defender Arvydas Mahijavskas, who was responsible for defending him, made a save, but was a little slow, but still caused interference.

The moment the wrist shook, the red light of the timer spread across the entire venue.

Under everyone's gaze, the basketball slowly descended. When the net uttered the sound of judgment, Herreros pumped his fist, tugged at the Real Madrid crest on his jersey, and roared, his sweat turning into golden stardust under the spotlight.

This captain, who had been willing to hide in the shadow of data, finally let his dormant killer instinct pierce the sky.

He is just not keen on statistics, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the bloodthirsty soul of a professional player and the responsibility of a captain!
The Spanish commentator's vocal cords were nearly torn: "The Real Madrid captain almost killed the game! Baskonia is one point behind, and there are no timeouts. There are only five seconds left in the game. Do they still have a chance?!"

Of course, the Argentine team would not give up. In international competitions, Manu Ginobili had completed this kind of game-winning shot without a timeout, running across the court in the last few seconds, and then catching the ball.

Although the Argentine army fighting in Spain did not have the magic sword, their belief remained firm.

Baskonia quickly sent the ball from the baseline, and Prigioni flew across the center line like an arrow and passed the ball to Luis Scola who cut in.

Diamonds are great.

But diamonds are diamonds, and the magic sword is the magic sword.

Scola took the ball and took a big step into the air

But Lynch's palm followed and slapped the basketball hard into the stands, and the game ended.

Luis Scola had goose bumps all over his body. He had never encountered such suffocating dominance in his career, and he had never felt such fear of being completely dominated by another person.

Lin Qi walked behind him and whispered, "Jump harder and higher, baby."

This became the curse that the Argentine heard in his nightmares for the next three consecutive nights.

The buzzer sounded throughout the stadium, and Real Madrid swept Baskonia with a total score of 3-0, winning the 03-04 ACB League championship with an undefeated record in the playoffs!

Herreros, who severely injured Baskonia with a shot, hugged Lynch, who completely killed him with a block.

Herreros' eyes were red. As the captain, he finally led the team out of the quagmire of not even making it to the playoffs last season.

"Well done, Lynch! Well done!"

Lynch touched Herreros' bald head and said, "Don't cry yet. It's not over yet."

"what?"

"We're one win away from the treble."

At the award ceremony, the entire team congratulated Lynch on winning the Finals MVP.

The 17-year-old has already won the King's Cup, the ACB regular season MVP, the ACB championship and the ACB Finals MVP.
In the vast history of European basketball, there are countless superstars who have opened up new territories and dominated one side.

But the only one who achieved all this at the age of 17 was Lynch.

And he was only one thing away from completely sweeping across Europe.

He still has an opponent he must defeat.

That perfect, invincible, powerful opponent who once pushed him to the bottom of the trough.
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Yes, I decided to start Melo in the playoffs. Over the past 82 games, he's proven he's grown from a boy to a man. He now knows how to play defense properly, how to pass to his teammates, and when to unleash his isolation skills. He's great, and our goal is a championship! — Larry Brown, speaking of Carmelo Anthony, smiled with satisfaction.

Although Melo and the Pistons only won 58 games, failing to surpass the Pacers for first place in the Eastern Conference, I still consider Melo and the great LeBron James to be the Eastern Conference's two greatest players. —LeBron James's mouthpiece, David McMenamin, commented on LeBron James, who didn't make the playoffs, and Carmelo Anthony, who finished second in the Eastern Conference.

"Hello Lynch, congratulations on winning the ACB league championship tonight. How do you feel?"

"Excellent."

"Are you satisfied? After all, no one in history has ever received so many honors at such a young age as you."

"Generally satisfied, it would have been even better if we had defeated Barcelona."

"Speaking of Barcelona, ​​their early elimination helped them recover from their injury crisis, and Dejan Bodiroga vowed to defend his European title. "Mundo Deportivo" suggested that your crude basketball would be defeated by the true art of basketball. What are your thoughts on this? Do you think the Spanish national derby will happen in the European League?"

"Of course it will happen. We will definitely reach the final. As for what Daily Sports said, Catalonia is indeed a kingdom of art, but they seem to have forgotten that art also kneels before power. As for my opinion, I agree with Caesar: I don't care if my enemies curse me, I just need to make sure they fear me."

——Lynch was interviewed by Marca.

(End of this chapter)