NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 661 So excited that I can't sleep, what should I do?
Hilde next to him and all the Kings players were also taken aback.

Wang Yi and these guys are really awesome if they don't accept the award from the president.

But then Herod reached out and took it.

Xiao Hua had no choice but to hand the trophy to Hilde.

The players held the silver western championship trophy in their hands. They shouted excitedly, laughed and hugged for a long time.

But Wang Yi was not too excited, and even looked very calm
After all, his goal is the championship.

What is the Western Conference Championship?
People in history will only remember the championships in history, and who will remember a Western Conference championship when they have nothing to do.

Of course, the main reason is that Wang Yi's finger hurts badly, which is why he didn't pick up the heavy championship trophy just now.

That bitch Green slapped his arm and the back of his hand many times just now, and his finger bones have shifted again.

He has to find the team doctor to deal with it later.

Next the Kings went back to the locker room.

As soon as Wang Yi entered the locker room, he could smell the champagne on his face.

All the players laughed wildly, hugged and shouted wildly.

They went black all the way and made it to the finals.

Made history, also created a miracle.

Breathtaking.

On the field just now, after all, there were outsiders present, and they couldn't show their true selves.

Now that the locker room door is shut, the Kings are showing their true selves.

Holmes kept yelling loudly: "Fuck, we are the champions of the Western Conference! Fuck, we have reached the finals! Fuck, who else said we can't do it?"

Hilde was also very excited, and blurted out a mouthful of national curses.

"I'm stupid, who else said that our Kings can't do it? Just ask who else! Since the first round of the playoffs, they have been questioning us. The probability of our advancement is less than 1%, and the probability of advancement is less than 1%. , and the probability of advancing in this round is less than 2%. Now we have severely slapped those so-called experts in the face."

Although Danny is very shy in life, it can also be seen that he is very excited at this time.

It's just that he is really not good at expressing, or dare not express, he just shrinks in his corner.

With a smile on his face, he looked at his teammates.

This is not common for him.

It is rare to see him look at his teammates with this attitude.

Bagley has always been taciturn.

At this time, he sternly said: "I'm in the finals, damn it!"

Coach Wharton also led the entire coaching staff to hug the players one by one, not the kind of coping hugs, but real hugs.

Whoever bears the most pressure along the way is naturally his head coach.

In the five-game losing streak at the beginning of the season, many fans and experts called Wharton to dismiss;

Later, Wang Yi was injured, the Kings' record dropped sharply, and many people called Wharton to dismiss get out of class.

In short, if a team has a bad record, the coach must take the blame.

But you don't even look at what kind of bird configuration and what kind of bird lineup this is.

Even if O'Neal's grandma came, what could she do?
Now, finally let out a bad breath.

In his excitement, he shouted loudly.

"The Kings—"

All the players shouted in unison:
"Awesome—"

"The Kings—"

"Brilliant!"

Of course, this is what Wang Yi brought to them.

In the excitement, Mitchell was the first to say: "We can pass the customs in the West and reach the finals, all thanks to the boss. If there is no boss, we basically can't even make the playoffs."

When everyone heard the words, they all looked around for Wang Yi.

But where is the slightest trace of Wang Yi?

Everyone looked at each other.

What about my lord?

Shouldn't you be taking a bath?
Is it so peaceful?

But then it became clear to them.

From the beginning of the season, the boss said that their goal is the Western Conference finals. When they entered the playoffs through the playoffs, all the players were very excited, but the boss was very calm.

Later, when the Lakers were eliminated, the others were very excited, but the boss was just calm.

They knew that it was because the boss' goal hadn't changed from beginning to end, and he must lead them to the Western Conference Finals.

Now that they have reached the Western Conference Finals, eliminated the Warriors, and entered the finals, the boss is very calm again.

That can only show that the goal of the boss has changed, and there is only one—the championship.

And their opponent in the finals is not the Bucks with the Greek monster;
Nor is it the Nets with the Big Three;
It is the Heat who are relatively weaker than these two teams, which is beneficial to them.

So everyone was also secretly excited.

That's right, what is the Western Conference championship? Their goal now should be the championship!
In fact, Wang Yi was in the physiotherapy room at this time.

While sitting on his knee for physical therapy, he asked the team doctor to remove the bandage for him and refix the wound.

When the team doctor took off the bandage and saw Wang Yi's middle finger, which had been severely displaced and even turned purple, he couldn't help but gasped.

Obviously, this is because during the confrontation just now, the injured place was touched many times.

This is what the team doctor is most worried about.

It was really hard for him to imagine that Wang Yi, with such an injury, would fight for a ticket to the finals with the Warriors.

How tenacious will it takes to do this.

"Wang, you have to stop fighting for at least two months with an injury like yours. Even if your physique is different from ordinary people and you recover quickly, it will take more than a month. Otherwise, your fingers may be useless."

The team doctor said very seriously.

Wang Yi nodded seriously: "I understand. So now fix me up again and put on a bandage. Let me rest for two days before going to the finals."

The team doctor took two steps back and looked at Wang Yi with wide eyes: "Wang, are you crazy?"

"Before your injury didn't get worse, it didn't matter even if you participated in a game, but now your injury has seriously worsened. If you don't rest, your finger is equivalent to useless. Useless, do you understand? There are finals every year, but once your fingers are crippled, it is impossible to grow them back like a gecko.”

Wang Yi smiled: "Doctor, do you think I can't play basketball if I lose one finger?"

The doctor heard this and looked at Wang Yi's severely swollen fingers.

In the end, he could only sigh, and silently applied some anti-inflammatory medicine for Wang Yi.

He also took out two oral anti-inflammatory drugs for Wang Yi to take, and silently treated Wang Yi's injured finger.

The bandage master Le Fu next to him has been watching silently without saying anything.

He knew how a battle madman like Wang Yi would give up the finals because of one finger when the finals were just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)