Basketball: The Chosen Victim

Chapter 103 He can't lose!

"Damn, Larry, how did you end the Cavaliers' winning streak before us? "Heat ends Cavaliers' eight-game winning streak", what a wonderful front page headline, I have been looking forward to it for more than two weeks! Damn it, you guys Cut it off!"

American Airlines Center arena, the office of the president of the Heat, Pat Riley was smoking a cigar while laughing and teasing Pacers president "Big Bird" Larry Bird on the other end of the phone.

"Hehe, you should have expected it! After all, if our Pacers can't win, then it's even more impossible for the Heat to win!"

On the other end of the phone, Larry Bird looked confident. Although the Pacers were only eighth in the Eastern Conference and their record was crushed by the Heat, this did not prevent him from pretending to be the king of the king. Who made them win.

Gan, how dare you!

Birds are indeed birds!
The cigar that Pat Riley was surprised by Larry Bird slipped from his hand and fell onto his trousers!
In an instant, a strong smell of burnt feathers rushed straight to his forehead. He didn't know whether it was trousers or leg hair. Anyway, a big hole was burned in his custom-made suit!
"Ah! Falk! Shet!!"

Pat Riley cursed in pain.

"What's the matter? Pat, I just warmed up and you can't stand it?"

Larry Bird joked that he and Pat Riley are old acquaintances. During the "Black and White War", Pat Riley was the coach of the black team, and he was the "white" of the white team.

After he became the president of the Pacers two years ago, the two communicated more frequently. After all, the best general manager award is judged by each other among the general managers, and the PY transaction is indispensable in this.

Thinking of this, Larry Bird couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Now that he has MVP, championship, FMVP, Olympic gold medal, Hall of Fame, and the best head coach, he only needs the award of best general manager to collect the Grand Slam. Summon the dragon!

"You bragging, you interrupted my train of thought!"

Pat Riley trimmed it briefly, and said:
"You have the most bad ideas in the entire league. Tell me, how can I file this guy's spirit?"

Larry Bird deliberately laughed and said:

"What, Coach Riley, you want to fuck me again?"

"Don't interrupt, you won't let that yellow-skinned kid run rampant in the alliance, will you?"

Pat Riley asked back, Bird may be the star who likes to bully rookies the most in history, he is very arrogant, he doesn't need to owe favors, Bird will provide a solution himself.

Sure enough, after Bird finished pretending to be aggressive, he coughed lightly twice and laughed:
"Relax, relax! Pat, you don't need to worry about such trivial matters at all! When the time comes, you let Wade and Bosh take turns, and let LeBron beat Wu Di by himself. What will the media have to say then?"

Pat Riley's eyes lit up instantly, what the fuck!
This trick is to retreat to advance, it is absolutely perfect!
He was still worried before that if the Heat win the Cavaliers with this lineup, they will be scolded by the media for not being strong enough to win. Now they will directly take Wade Bosh on rotation, and LeBron will lead the team to beat the Cavaliers with a single core...

"Hahaha!"

Pat Riley couldn't help laughing as he imagined the media's reaction after the game!
Wu Di's level is still far behind LeBron's, and in the summer deal, Wu Di is a necessary cost, so his decision is correct and decisive!
Although this decision was difficult, he had to choose this way!

He had already expected that after the match, all doubts and talk of revenge would disappear!

He is still the godfather of the NBA!

He is still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai!
He, there is no way that he will not be safe at the end of the festival!

High, it is high!

He wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth and sighed:

"Whether the NBA is chaotic or not, you, Big Bird, have the final say!"

"Hehe, Pat, what you said is spot on!"

Larry Bird rarely praised Pat Riley. He still respects Pat Riley. After all, he has won championships as a player and as a coach. Here, he can be regarded as a high-ranking figure, he paused, and then said:

"Chris Grant, that guy, there are people who say on Larry (the basketball bird icon on Twitter is called Larry, which is a tribute to Larry Bird) that they want to nominate him for the best general manager. Responded, there is really no clue at all!"

Pat Riley sneered, but after he thought about it, he suddenly thought that it was this guy who agreed to sign first and then trade for LeBron in the summer, which made him so embarrassed now!

Now if Grant is selected as the best general manager again, then he will really be out of luck at the end of the season!

Damn it, there are always people who want to harm the godfather!
Unlike Larry Bird, Pat Riley's talent is mediocre, and he has achieved today's status only by means of ruthlessness and caution. Any flame that threatens him, he must be snuffed out in the bud!
"This year's best general manager, I am bound to win!"

While thinking about it, Pat Riley took the cigar back into his hand and said slowly:

"It's just a clown, don't pay attention to him at all! In the next two years, you and I will be the best general manager. Is that the deal?"

"Of course, Coach Riley!"

Larry Bird was overjoyed, he could tell that Riley was canvassing for himself!

But so what, he is out of action this year anyway, the Pacers are only eighth, so he can vote for anyone, why not vote for Riley!

And with Riley's words, he will have Riley's support next year, and he hopes to hit the Grand Slam!

……

After finishing the phone call, Pat Riley drew the thick curtains to block the hot sun in Miami, pressed the intercom on the desk and said:

"Call that Filipino quack!"

Within a few minutes, Heat coach Spoelstra came to Pat Riley's office wearing a coach uniform:
"Godfather, are you looking for me?"

Pat Riley watched him fall silent while smoking a cigar.

Soon, Spoelstra bowed his head in cold sweat...

Seeing this, Pat Riley took a sip of his Cuban cigar with satisfaction. He was just testing the submission of the puppet he had set up with his own hands.

Recently, Pat Riley let the media release some unfavorable rumors about him, but Spoelstra still calls him "Godfather" and is still afraid of him to death!

Ha ha, this is an excellent Asian!
What does the master say, just execute it, at most reward a cheerleader, and still think about revenge?

Want to rebel!

Riley tapped the table with his knuckles, and said in a deep voice:
"Have you thought about the tactics to suppress the magic ball that I asked you to formulate before?"

Spoelstra immediately opened the tactical board and said:
"Football tactics! LeBron's physical fitness can play football, and his position in the Heat is like a quarterback in football, and this name can also attract football fans to favor us..."

Pat Riley shook his head and cursed:

"There is nothing stupider than that name!"

However, Spoelstra had a smile on his face. This is what Pat Riley affirmed. If Pat Riley refused, he would just say no.

"Tomorrow's game against the Cavaliers, let Bosh and Wade take turns!"

As Pat Riley said, his eyes froze suddenly, and he looked at his watch. The time was not yet 5 o'clock, and it was still too late to submit an explanation to the alliance, but...

"Forget it, let Bosh and Wade not play in tomorrow's game against the Cavaliers!"

Spoelstra understood in seconds, flattered and said:
"Understood, the godfather is wise! I'll arrange it now, let LeBron score 60 points, and make a beautiful comeback!"

Pat Riley stood up abruptly when he heard the words, and threw the cigar in his hand at Spoelstra:

"Flip your head!"

"We are now No. [-] in the East, pay attention to the caliber, do you understand the crushing?"

However, Spoelstra laughed out loud, because there was a big hole in Pat Riley's pants!
……

In the Heat video room, LeBron James is watching last week's Cavaliers-Lakers game frame by frame.

On the big screen, Wu Di's figure came and went like the wind, and his movements were chic and elegant.

Off-screen, James' eyeballs were bloodshot.

While reading, he was still taking notes in the notebook with his left hand.

Once, he even praised Wu Di in front of the media, saying that Wu Di is an extremely good player!
But it's one thing to be extremely good, and quite another to be too good!

He is very annoying now, and even feels a deep crisis!
This is not how it should be!

How could the Cavaliers create a seven-game winning streak?
Although it has been terminated by the Pacers, it still ranks fourth in the Eastern Conference! ?

At most the penultimate is right!

Damn it!
He will never forget the scene where this oriental boy bears the title of "Emperor" that originally belonged to him, and attended the press conference before the season and said that he wants revenge and wins the championship before the Heat!

At the beginning, he just smiled, who has never been young?
If he can lead the team to win the championship with a single core, will he join the Heat?

but now……

That scene has become a nightmare that keeps attacking him!

The dazzling magic ball system, the supernova players who broke the ancient records in a row...

James watched helplessly the Cavaliers team he abandoned was rejuvenated, and watched the fans in Kecheng turn their backs on others, but there was nothing they could do...

Because he has made a "decision" in front of fans all over the United States!
As the chosen one, he abandoned the team that originally belonged to him...

"Is God trying to tell me that my decision is wrong? Should I continue to stay in Kecheng?"

James fell into deep thought. Of course he wanted to have one person, one city, but, in this day and age, is it still feasible?

"Don't let loyalty kill you!"

Garnett's words lingered in his ears again...

Yes, he just wants to win the championship, what's wrong with him?

"LeBron, tomorrow you will lead the team with a single core!"

Spoelstra knocked on the door and said, interrupting his thoughts.

"O... OK!"

LeBron James nodded a little sluggishly, he instantly understood the meaning of Spoelstra's words, let's have a fair duel with Wu Di!

But has it all come to this point?
He was suddenly a little furious!

He still needs to make a move to prove that he is more qualified to be an "emperor" than a rookie?
Who was the MVP of last season? !
Gan!
Spoelstra seemed to see his temper, adding:
"You know, LeBron, this is what the fans mean, they want to see your beautiful singles, and this opportunity couldn't be better!"

"At that time, the ball will be handed over to you. You can score as much as you want, score him 90 points, and set a scoring record for the Heat!"

Spoelstra's words were like a blow to the head, pulling LeBron back to reality.

Yes, he is now a Heat player!
What he can do now is to lead the team to crush the Cavaliers to prove that everything he has done is right!
He can't lose even once!
Otherwise, not only his nickname, his fans, his honor, everything about him will be taken away!

Even his faith would collapse!

(End of this chapter)