basketball never sleeps

Chapter 185 Nothing - except talent; little - except victory! (8K)

When the red light for the end of the game came on, the lonely and sad wind quickly froze the SBC Arena, and the Miami Beach under the starry sky opened the carnival.

The Heat's players all rushed to the court, without the cheers of the home fans, and it did not affect them swimming in the ocean of happiness. !
"We are the champions!!"

"Champion! Champion!!"

"We did it, we are the champions!!"

Even though I have orgasmed thousands of times in my mind, when this moment really comes, no one can withstand the impact of this kind of happiness.

Roaring, bumping, bear hugging, there is no gentle way for a man to celebrate.

Mo Wen almost couldn't stand it. He was covered in a big man, male on top of male. He was wrapped in the middle of the crowd and naturally became the focus of his teammates.

"Hey, boy, Laozi is also a champion!"

Mourning shook his big arms, and when he approached Mo Wen, it was just a violent high five.

"Yes, old man, you are a fucking champion!"

The palms of the two were a little numb, but they still enjoyed venting their emotions in this way.

For Mo Wen, basketball has been integrated into his life and life like eating, drinking and sleeping, but victory can still bring him the joy and excitement of success.

Suddenly, a pair of arms stretched out from behind Mo Wen, and with one effort he hugged Mo Wen, and then teammates from all directions rushed over and divided Mo Wen's limbs, amidst Mo Wen's screams Send him to heaven.

In Yangma's commentary room, Director Zhang, who was overwhelmed with emotion, looked at Mo Wen who was flying up and down, and shouted happily: "Champion, champion, and champion again!"

"In the first two years of his career, he won two championships, and even won another championship next year. I really can't imagine what kind of achievements he can achieve in the future!?" Xu Jicheng also sighed.

"Judging from this year's playoffs, Mo Wen's performance can already be called a legend in the basketball world. Winning the NBA championship as a core player is historic and groundbreaking for Chinese basketball and even Asian basketball. , Looking at the history of world basketball, it has also had an all-round and deep-seated impact!" Sun Zhengping, who had made some preparations, suddenly forgot his words in the middle of reciting, but fortunately he managed to catch it with his skillful host skills.

On the court, when the scene cooled down a bit, the Spurs players also said their final goodbyes to the Heat players under the arrangement of the league.

There was no dullness, and the handshake and hug after the game felt a little bit meaningless.

"Played well today, Parker -- summer, practice shooting, Shaq has an excuse not to practice shooting because of your performance."

"Come on, Manu, I hope to see you again next year, playing with you is very easy... I am happy."

"You did it... yes, Horry, forget it, if your daughter hadn't been on the sidelines, I would have killed you today. Also, I have accepted your record."

"..."

Mo Wen thought he was quite good at talking. Anyway, all the Spurs players he hugged and greeted got out of Yuyu mode and recovered their fighting spirit.

At the end, Popovich with a gloomy face looked as if he wanted to die with someone. Mo Wen hesitated for a second, and observed that there was nothing stuck in Popovich's waistband. "Yan country map" before leaning over.

"You guys did a good job...and, say hello to Tim for me."

"Heh, don't be so hypocritical here, you are as dirty as you, and you deserve to win the championship?" Popovich gritted his teeth and whispered in Mo Wen's ear.

Hearing this, Mo Wen laughed until his shoulders twitched.

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"Don't say that, I'm going to be very sad. Guess where I learned this stuff?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I hope your dirty hands can still hold that trophy." Popovich did not lose the game, and the eyes on the hooked nose seemed to be looking directly at Mo Wen's heart.

"I don't know which one you are referring to..." Mo Wen looked at Popovich with a step back.

dirty?Others say it's fine, but you say it's really worthless.

How can you eat a hamburger without getting your hands dirty?

To borrow the words of the 24th generation leader of the United States: My heart and my deeds are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice.

The conversation between the two didn't last long because both knew it.

This matter is not over.

"If TD is not injured, the Spurs actually have a chance. In G3, the Spurs and the Heat played back and forth. During the period when Wade was injured and retired, the Spurs played a good performance... Blame that damn Laettner, His malicious foul ruined the possibility of the Spurs winning the championship, I hope TD can recover soon, we must revenge next year!"

Listening to the sound from the local radio station, Duncan coughed twice, feeling powerless again, his brain and back ached again from the shaking of the cough, so he had no choice but to turn off the radio.

Wade in the other hospital was also very excited at the beginning watching the championship scene on TV, and even edited a bunch of celebratory text messages and sent them to his teammates.

But as the excitement of winning the championship faded away, and his teammates on TV could enjoy the spotlight and camera, while he could only watch TV under the soft and cold light of the ward, the happiness suddenly disappeared.

Damn Bowen, he must listen to Mo Wen's words in summer and practice shooting... Oh no, it's an elbow.

Looking at Mo Wen who was surrounded by stars, he clenched his fists and made up his mind.

Next year, he will also stand there, and he will also stand in the C position!
The O'Brien Cup slowly came to the middle of the court with Stern, and the Heat players who had been excited for a round became restless again.

Except for Mo Wen, O'Neal, and Steve Smith, it was the first time for the players on the scene to have such a close contact with the "hot" championship trophy.

Having won three championship trophies, Ao Pang originally wanted to pretend to be familiar with the road, but he couldn't help himself. He still overestimated his emotional management ability, dancing in front of the camera, happily like a 300-pound child.

Amidst the boos of the few remaining fans, Stern took the microphone, his face flushed, and it could be seen that he was quite satisfied with the result of today's game.

Stern was very happy at the beginning of this round of finals. The duel between O'Pang and Duncan guaranteed the local box office. The Spurs' five-nation column and the Heat's "China Core" ensured the international popularity of the NBA.

Judging from the ratings of the first two games, the NBA really won this year's finals.

Unfortunately, in G3, the shady tricks on both sides almost ruined everything.

Fortunately, the players on both sides have not suffered any serious illnesses that affect their careers. Otherwise, the positive image of the NBA he has finally established may be challenged again.

It is also a good confession to end early.

"First of all, I would like to thank the San Antonio Spurs for bringing us a wonderful performance. Although you failed to win in the fierce competition, the fighting spirit you showed..."

"Ahem, then next, let us congratulate the Miami Heat for winning the championship in the 2004-2005 season, congratulations!"

In the past, there was no sense of presence. Team owner Micky Arison stood at the forefront. Although it seemed that he did nothing, but-he paid for the team.

Ship king Alisson is a very shrewd man in business, but he is quite generous in private. For example, when Riley was recruited back then, in addition to the shares, he also bought the real estate that Riley bought in New York at the time. The championship bonus for the game Heat is reported according to the league's regular level, but privately he also promised to take the players to his luxury cruise ship for unlimited fun after winning the championship, the kind that girls care about enough.

Then the trophy was handed over to Fan and Riley.

Finally, it's the player's turn.

Ao Pang was not as boring as the two people in front of him. He held the trophy in one hand, and made an "OK" gesture with the other hand. Then, he flipped his index finger in the other hand, and then shook it repeatedly in front of the camera to emphasize it.

"I don't seem to understand, what does Shaq mean?"

In the commentary room, Barkley pretended to be confused while pretending to understand, and looked at the magician next to him.

The magician smiled awkwardly and waved his hands, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"I know what you want to say, but I will not speak ill of my employer. There are actually complicated reasons for Shaq's departure. I have talked about this many times, and I don't want to say it again. My relationship with Shaq is very good. I have never doubted his dominance, but you have to understand that the current success of the Heat is inseparable from Shaq, and it is also inseparable from the efforts of the other two stars outside the line. For example, this year's FMVP should not be Shaq. gram."

The magician successfully changed the topic from O'Neal to Mo Wen, who received the trophy after O'Neal, but one person's attention was not diverted.

In front of the TV in a mansion somewhere in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, a man with a shaved haircut was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and doing vigorous chest expansion exercises.

Vanessa, who just put her daughter to sleep, sighed helplessly after witnessing all this.

After turning off the TV, he dragged a few clothes and sneakers into the training bag, and Kobe picked up the car keys and was about to go out.

He was not surprised to hear footsteps behind him.

"I'm going to the arena to train, and I'm going to be back a million hours later, you don't have to wait for me, go to sleep first!"

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself, honey."

Kobe shook his head resolutely, "Ahhh—you don't understand, no matter what, I can't lose to him...lose to him for the second time!"

It's just that Kobe just wanted to go out, and when he turned around to give his wife a goodbye kiss, he saw Vanessa wearing O'Neal's jersey, leaning against the wall and licking his lips from there.

"Vanessa, you..."

Reason told Kobe that a woman would only affect his shooting speed, but the pressure was too great.

"Aren't you going to train?" Vanessa asked knowingly with a smile after being picked up.

"It's okay, I'll go later."

People with good physical fitness can always do more things.

Back on the pitch.

Sweeping the big lip print on the trophy, Mo Wen moved to the other side calmly, leaving a mark, and then said "Yeah!" to the camera.

I don't know why the trophy I earned always feels lighter than the one I earned last year.

Maybe less drool on the trophy?

Forget it, set a small goal, next time I will have a one-handed O'Brien Cup.

Wade biting his finger enviously in front of the screen suddenly felt targeted again.

MD, fortunately labor was injured, if not, what should we do now?

He stretched out his hand and made a "1", and turned around, no matter how he looked at it, he felt low.

These two ill-intentioned dogs.

Putting away his index finger, he gave a big middle finger to Mo Wen and Ao Pang on the screen.

Mourning was the third to receive the trophy. Mourning was embarrassed at first, but besides Wade, he is qualified to receive the trophy in this order.

His statistics are not very impressive, but he should be the hardest player on the Heat team besides Wade, and the player who best fits Riley's so-called "iron and blood spirit".

Mourning held the trophy with trembling hands, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

Seeing this scene, many old Heat fans gathered near the American Airlines Arena couldn't help crying.

The trophy was passed around one by one among the other Heat players before being handed back to Mourning.

And the next program will be the FMVP lottery session.

Domestic fans also looked a little nervously at the small envelope that was handed over to Stern.

There are 11 "neutral" media votes, and their voting results determine tonight's FMVP.

Stern's tone suddenly slowed down just like the draft, and the action of opening the envelope in his hand also suddenly slowed down.

莫闻在刚才G4中拿到拿到20分22助攻8篮板8抢断1盖帽，大号两双以及准四双的时候，就没有了悬念。

What is a quasi-quadruple double is a bit conceptual, the key is 22 assists, this number is amazing.

Prior to this, the record for assists in a single game in the Finals was the Magician's 84 assists in the 21 Finals.

With 22 assists in a single game, even in the entire playoff history, it can be ranked third, second only to Stockton's two 24 assists in a single game.

The 8 steals also broke the single-game steal record in the finals, and this record was set by Horry in the 95 finals.

A lot of people didn't pay attention at first.

Even Mo Wen didn't count the data carefully today, because most people still cared about the more specific and intuitive data like scoring.

After winning the championship, everyone was more excited than the other, and no one cared about these statistics.

But the fact that the players don't care doesn't mean that the media that likes to deduct details doesn't care.

Breaking two finals records in one night, even if there were a few media who were optimistic about O'Neal before, they couldn't vote against their will.

Even if it was swiped, the stats are scary, not to mention this is the finals, how could there be a chance to swipe?

总决赛场均24分15助攻8.5篮板4.3抢断1盖帽。

50.5% field goal shooting, 42.5% three-point shooting, 91% free throw shooting
When this data was obtained, the entire TNT studio fell into a brief silence and everyone's eyes were focused on the magician.

Similar data has only been played by magicians.

87年，已经进入联盟8年的魔术师，在和凯尔特人的总决赛系列赛中砍下场均26分13助攻8篮板2.3个抢断。（0.3为0.25约的）

The magician shook his head slowly. The Finals was the pinnacle of his career, and he remembered it very clearly. Except for scoring, his other statistics were also overwhelmed by Mo Wen.

He doesn't suffer in terms of shooting percentage, but the problem is that he didn't have three-pointers before his comeback.

For a moment, everyone in the commentary room sucked in a mouthful of Liangpi.

sizzle-

This kid is so scary!
Only in the second grade, he did things that even the peak magician could not do.

Is this the magic bird combination?
Stockton's successor, what Stockton?
Don't come here!Don't come here!
Of course, everyone knows that the most eye-catching assists and steals here are actually largely averaged by G4's eye-catching data.

The number of games played is small, and when there is no hip stretch, there is still a highlight. If the data is not good, then hell.

奥胖场均25.5分12.3篮板2.8盖帽还打了很多觉得他老了不中用的媒体和球迷的脸，毕竟去年他在活塞华莱士套餐的照顾下也只有26分10篮板。

It would still be competitive if it was released before, but with Mo Wen's pearls and jades in front, the data is still a little less impactful.

And as far as the impression on the field is concerned, it must be the outside line that has been holding the ball that has received the most attention.

Why didn't Kobe, who evolved from OK's last two crowns to a dual-core ball holder, fail to get a 1FMVP ticket?

主要还是因为奥胖的数据太夸张了——01年33+16，02年36+12，放眼整个NBA历史中，也就只有丹子能在数据上和湖人时期的奥胖争一争。

After Stern opened the envelope, he raised his brows, obviously a little surprised by the voting result, but... it makes sense if you think about it carefully.

"The FMVP is to select the best and strongest player among the strongest teams in the NBA. Last year, Mo Wen played the sixth man position in the team, and he is the strongest player on the bench. Players, this year, Mo Wen played so well in the finals as the starting core, I reckon, this FMVP should be him." Director Zhang said to the fans in front of the TV.

Leitner took a sneaky look from the back of the line.

He was wondering if someone would vote for him. After all, although he only played for a few minutes in the finals, he had made great contributions...

"The MVP winner of the 2004-2005 season finals is...More WIN!!"

The Chinese fans in front of the TV didn't react at first, but when they saw Mo Wen hugging O'Neal, they realized what happened when they stood up, and then roared excitedly.

Director Zhang just said that the FMVP is the strongest player of the strongest team, and there is no need to round up. Wang Zhongwang, it is not clear that Mo Wen is already the strongest player in the NBA?

In Mo Wen's hometown, Mo's father sipped a small cup of white wine into his stomach in one breath, with a smile on his face, unable to keep his mouth shut.

"Ha - it's not bad, I've finally made it through."

And Mo Wen's grandfather also took a sip and stroked his beard, then turned around and walked out the door, shaking his cattail fan.

"That's it. I've understood it a long time ago. He just led the Chinese to defeat the Chinese. When he can lead the Chinese to defeat the Chinese, he will be promising."

"Ah Da, didn't Xiaowen lead the Chinese team to do it last summer?" Father Mo said with a smile.

"I didn't get any gold after I did it. Turn around and put a copper statue in the ancestral hall?" The old man snorted, and walked towards the street unsteadily. Just when he stepped out of the door, the old man's chest He stood upright even more, and the little bit of dissatisfaction he had pretended just now turned into a proud smile.

The FMVP trophy was not named after Russell at this time, so it was still awarded by Stern himself.

"Congratulations, boy!"

The smile on Stern's face was genuine, but not pure.

On the one hand, he is imagining the benefits of the huge Chinese market. On the other hand, both the MVP and FMVP are won by international players, and the internationalization is advancing a bit too fast.

He hugged Mo Wen's eyes but looked at LeBron who was still watching from the sidelines.

Ajan wasn't just wandering around with the Heat during this time.

He understood the "higher-level rules" by watching the battles of the "powerful and strong"-speaking human words and learning the experience of winning in the playoffs.

Although he failed to make the playoffs in the past two seasons, he has a hunch that he will definitely do it next season.

"If Mo Wen can do it, so can I!"

The young emperor still had the confidence to match his nickname.

"In the summer, the team must make a mess... Forget it, Wade is also fine."

When Boozer left, he still felt that as long as he was strong enough, he could lead the team to the playoffs without any help like Jordan. Now it seems that the times have changed.

Mo Wen has already spent two spring nights with the "Goddess of Success", but he has been blocked by his mother Sang all the time. He didn't even go in the tea room, so he could only listen to it. It was really tortured.

Mo Wen has caught up. Although the FMVP trophy has not been renamed, it has just been revised this year. Last year, Billups' trophy was a big wooden base with a basketball screwed on it.

And the one in his hand has become the version that everyone is familiar with later, which is much more pleasing to the eye.

So, standing in front of you now is——

2004 East Championship; Championship;
2005 Season Best Second Team; Best Defensive Second Team; Most Improved Player;
2005 East Championship; Championship;
2005 season FMVP winner——

Mo - smell! !
Tsk, how should I put it, this title is a bit short, it has no internal flavor, and something is missing.

For example: MVP, one defense for one team, and the legendary...the floor of the Western Conference Finals?
If there is a trophy, then there is an acceptance speech——

"Here, first of all, I would like to thank my teammates. As a rookie who has only entered the league for two years, I don't think anyone is luckier than me to be able to enter two of the best teams in the league in a row."

"I'm not very talented, I'm not the hardest working one on the team, and to put it bluntly, I often discuss with Shaq how to escape the training session of the day."

"I know you guys always compare coach Van Gundy to weird people...or animals, but you don't know that he never slept before three o'clock in the playoffs, every detail of the game , he will study the most thoroughly, some work is actually not visible to everyone.”

The eyes of Da Fan, who had been being silly just now, were a little wet, and he took off his hat and saluted when the camera cut to him.

"Dwyane, who is still injured in the hospital, do you know what my biggest wish in the Heat is? That is when I can come earlier than him. Almost every time I enter the arena, his towel is already in the wet state."

Wade in front of the hospital bed bit his lip and turned his head away.

"Besides, Shaq, I went out with him one day on vacation, and he stood in front of his favorite donut shop for half an hour, and I guarantee that there was no Riley, Riley employees, or Riley's monitoring, but he Drank two bottles of Gatorade and refused to go in and consume a sub-later, my nutritionist told me that a bottle of Gatorade is equal to three donuts.”

Ao Pang tilted his head, stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth wide, pretending that his faith had collapsed, and squatted on the ground with his hands raised high.

"Alonzo, UD, Rasul, Damon, Christine (Leettner), Big Zhi... It can be said that everyone has devoted all their efforts and efforts to this championship."

"I always ask myself, Mo, what have you got? What have you done for this team?"

Mo Wen smiled and pursed his lips, and stopped in the anticipation of everyone.

After 5 seconds, Stern next to him was in a hurry.

Mo Wen opened his mouth slowly.

"Nothing - but talent; nothing - but victory!"

quiet--

quiet--

wow——

About [-]% of the San Antonio fans who haven't left yet are a little disgusted after hearing the sensational and rational words in the first half, but this ending...

Blast!

The media that had interviewed Mo Wen before showed expressions of pain and enjoyment as if they had drunk strong alcohol.

Ao Pang, who was squatting on the ground, just lay down this time.

Now this young man is incomparable, incomparable!

Stern, who was next to him, suddenly had the urge to kneel down and beg Mo Wen to get his green card.

Humility may be a virtue, but in competitive sports, confidence is the most charming thing.

"Ahem, just kidding, I actually made a lot of sacrifices. After all, for these two championships, I have been single for two years."

Before Mo Wen finished speaking, Catherine, who was in the player's family area, hugged her chest and took two steps forward.

She tilted her head, wrinkled her nose, and pursed her red lips. Not only was she angry, but her eyes were also foggy.

"Of course, don't worry everyone, I already have a goal, but I don't know if she will agree or not. I hope my love can go as smoothly as this year's finals."

Mo Wen glanced around and shrugged amidst the cheers and applause.

He didn't pay special attention to Catherine. She was just a student. Although she had a prominent background, he didn't know if she would be willing to be exposed to the public so early.

Stern, whose palms were trembling slightly, suddenly had an impulse.

Next year, he must give Mo Wen another FMVP trophy.

···
Rain, golden rain.

Champagne is never meant to be drunk.

What is intoxicating is never wine, but stories.

Those vigorous grievances and hatreds are just scenery after all.

Those boring, endless daily routines are the way.

Champagne can be sprayed on the ceiling because sweat soaks the floor.

Back in the locker room, the Heat's players finally had time to talk about their efforts.

Under the guidance and cover of old Pao O'Neill, Mo Wen found a clean place.

The FMVP trophy is under his feet, and his hands are embracing the girl's slender waist.

"Aren't we already lovers? Why do you still say that?"

The girl was quite critical of Mo Wen's teasing just now.

"A confession on ICQ, is it really a lover?"

Pressing the girl's forehead, Mo Wen showed a wicked smile.

"Show some sincerity, girl, I'm a big star now!"

"Didn't you just say that you want to confess your love to me? You also said that it depends on whether I promise or not..."

Catherine lowered her head unwillingly, then raised her face with a red face.

"Hmph, what are you thinking? I didn't say that, instead I waited for someone to confess to me, and I promised her, believe it or not, my call tonight, my agent's call, and even the Heat's call will be blocked." Blast."

"Shall I list for you the female stars or socialites who have confessed to me on TV shows or on the Internet in the past two months? If you let them line up, you can line up from Miami to Orlando, do you believe it?"

Catherine took a breath, she couldn't refute it because it was the truth.

"Then why didn't you agree to them?" The little girl refused to admit defeat just like that.

"Listen, I'm going to give you 10 seconds to think about what might be the most important decision of your life, so let's start the timer, 10...9..."

Mo Wen withdrew his arm, raised his head, and started the countdown without explaining anything.

Catherine, who was pampered and pampered since she was a child, has never seen such a scumbag's PUA routine, and she was taken aback. It wasn't until Mo Wen's speech slowed down and the count was within 5 that she recovered.

She stretched out her lotus arms and hooked Mo Wen's neck. She was only 175, and it was still a bit difficult for her to reach Mo Wen's lips when she was a whole head short.

Well--

Sweet and soft, soft and greasy.

"That's my answer."

Tired of tiptoeing, Catherine reluctantly let go of her arms, and looked at Mo Wen gently and firmly.

As if thinking of something, she turned around again, but did not leave.

"Then, it's time for you to make your choice."

Mo Wen scratched his head, why did he suddenly feel guilty?

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the beating heart, Mo Wen once again stretched out his arms to hug the girl.

Lift her chin up.

Bow your head.

···
"Where did Mo go?"

A group of reporters looked at the packed locker room, their eyes full of confusion.

So big Mo Wen, such a big FMVP, where did he go?

O'Neill, who had been asked many times where Mo had gone, lit the remaining cigar that was not soaked, took a deep breath, and said meaningfully:
"He's picking his grave."

reporter:? ? ?

Fortunately, the reporters caught Mo Wen at the press conference later, otherwise someone might have called the police and Mo Wen was missing.

The night of winning the championship is always so long and beautiful.

But even the best banquet has its end.

The reporters ran out of film and memory cards, packed the night contentedly, and gradually left the stadium.

The hustle and bustle died down, and the hoarse voices of the players in the locker room were still talking about themselves, but the content had changed from just now to tomorrow.

Although it was still a little noisy, a sense of tranquility circulated in the hearts of the players.

Mourning held the trophy and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The joy and excitement dissipated, but for some reason, tears welled up again.

That was his suffering, sorrow and cowardice.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to restrain himself.

But how can the rain in the clear sky be stopped by the palm of your hand.

A reporter who was about to leave noticed this scene and raised his camera to record it.

But Mo Wen, who was observing this side, ran over and covered the camera with quick eyes and hands.

He shushed the photographer in front of him with the index finger of his other hand, signaling him to keep quiet.

Then he grabbed Haslem's towel next to him and threw it precisely on Mourning's face.

Only then did he move his palm away, signaling the reporter to please go ahead.

When Mourning appeared in the camera again, the towel covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his grinning mouth and "sweat" flowing down.

　Why the update time is delayed again and again, probably because I can find extraordinary stimulation from the sense of immorality of delaying the update.

　　As an active person, I sit in front of the computer in the morning, I can’t finish the game for 1 minute, I have no inspiration, I have two sentences in three hours, before [-] pm (updated yesterday), I have no inspiration at all, I am so sleepy, I have two sentences in three hours , after three o'clock... so many inspirations, I can't remember them!I haven't eaten yet!

　　No way, I also know that irregular updates will definitely affect subscriptions, but I don't want to rush to work like when it was put on the shelves, MD, maybe this is life...

　　
　
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