NBA: Fusion of two talents to dominate the entire league

Chapter 224

Scott took two steps back, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He didn't believe Roy would dare to do it. He didn't believe a yellow man would have the courage to fight to the death.

But he didn't dare to gamble. How could a noble white man gamble his life?

Scott, who was used to being a boss and a reporter, was quick-witted.

"I warn you, you are threatening and intimidating. The laws of America will protect every citizen, but not a despicable Asian like you!"

"You can try to see if it's despicable or not. I believe America's legal team will make the final defense for me!"

He patted his shoulder and looked at Scott coldly.

The money has been spent, and the assistants he hired are already recording the video.

This money cannot be wasted. Although Scott is reluctant to admit it, in America, money is the real invincibility, and everything else is shit!

The reality is so cruel that he can't help but bow his head.

He still has the last bit of stubbornness.

"Don't be happy too early. Your New Jersey Nets are dead. What's the use of having money? I want to see how you deal with your own promises. Prepare to lose face in front of the whole world. I will come to see your joke. The yellow race will never win the championship!"

Scott said something harsh and then quickly retreated.

He didn't know whether Roy and his teammates were emotionally stable or not. At least they didn't look like good people. He couldn't gamble.

Some Nets players were eager to try, but A conflict at this time will hurt the team anyway.

Roy stared at Scott and said:

"Watch your game carefully. I will keep my word. I will win the championship this year. No one can stop me, not even your beloved San Antonio Spurs. I will keep the championship in New Jersey. Remember, I said this!"

After that, Roy led the Nets players to the player tunnel without looking back.

Scott's mouth curled up. What he wanted was Roy's words. In the last game, many people said he was riding on the popularity without evidence. This time, it's confirmed!

He has studied the strength of the Nets. They have always only played with the wind. There have been few comebacks against the wind this season.

Besides, the Spurs, who are known for their stability, are leading 3-1.

Their style of play is almost as stable as Mount Tai. It is a pipe dream to want to win the championship under such circumstances.

He believes that Roy is just talking nonsense. I don't believe a word of his bullshit promises. Damn Asians are too calculating.

But he still underestimated me. The videotape will be the last straw that breaks his back!

No matter how much his annual salary is, he will become a laughing stock in the league.

The bigger the contract, the more serious the matter. If things go wrong, he will be terminated.

Scott felt happy when he thought of this.

When he is in trouble, I will definitely humiliate him. I will beat him back twice as hard as before!

…

No matter what Scott thought, Roy didn’t care anymore.

When facing such a villain and rogue, the best way is to speak with results and slap him in the face until he dares not to show his teeth to you again.

Back in the locker room, McGinnis was looking down in frustration, not daring to look at anyone.

Watching the live broadcast on the TV in the locker room, every minute and every second was torture.

The teammate clearly needed him in the fourth quarter, but he could only watch the game in the locker room because of impulse.

But he didn’t regret it. Even if he was given the opportunity to choose again, McGinnis would still choose to rush over in that situation.

The game can be lost, but it is absolutely not okay to hurt my brother!

All he felt was apology to his teammates. The situation that was supposed to be a sure win had now turned into a desperate situation.

The 3-1 total score was like a huge rock pressing down on everyone's head.

It was reflected on everyone's face, and they were almost breathless.

"Chuck, didn't you go to the hospital with Jason? How is he?"

As soon as they entered the locker room, everyone asked McGinnis with concern.

McGinnis shook his head.

"The team doctor said that Jason probably didn't hurt his bones, but the probability of ligament injury is very high, and he needs to go back to the hospital for further confirmation.

They Now go to the Spurs' medical room for simple fixation and prepare to return to New Jersey for treatment. "

Just as McGinnis finished speaking, the team doctor and the accompanying staff at the door pushed Kidd in a wheelchair.

Kidd looked depressed, not only because of the injury that had not yet been confirmed, but also because of the team's defeat.

The victory that was so close slipped away. He knew very well that this might be the only window for winning the championship in his career, which seemed to be slowly closing in on him.

Under the double superposition of inner anxiety and actual defeat,

there was no way his mood would be betterThe frustration of losing spread in the locker room.

…

Unlike the Nets, the Spurs were happily accepting interviews from reporters in the press conference room.

"Congratulations to the Spurs. Mr. Popovich, how many quarters do you think it will take for us to win the next game? Should we prepare for a celebration parade?"

The first question was from the local media in San Antonio. They were already impatient at this time.

"How many quarters I think depends on the performance of the team. I think they are all eager to win the championship, but our opponents are very strong and we still need to be careful."

To be honest, Popovich still likes such media in his heart, but he dare not and cannot say too much, as it is easy to be slapped in the face.

And now he is leading the team to slap some people in the face!

"Come on, coach, I think the Nets are dead in my eyes. This year's champion will definitely be the San Antonio Spurs!"

The New York media, who like to watch the fun, added fuel to the fire.

"Our opponent, the Brooklyn Nets, is a strong opponent, but unfortunately they are unlucky. As an old rival, I can only wish Jason good luck."

Duncan expressed his regret to the media while holding the Mike. Only after playing against each other can you know the strength of the Brooklyn Nets. Obviously, some media turned a blind eye to it.

"Is it because of bad luck? I think someone in your team is playing tricks. Injuries are part of the game, but deliberately injuring the opponent is definitely not counted."

At this time, a media outlet with a sharp eye expressed a different opinion. They were Roy's die-hard supporters, the Los Angeles Times.

Which media outlet is so blind? The harmonious atmosphere was destroyed. Bruce Bowen, who was being interviewed, hated it in his heart.

Because the reporter's badge was blocked by his majestic cleavage,

Only the reporters present smiled knowingly. His colleagues all understood this figure.

Faced with sharp questions, Bowen picked up the microphone and had to explain.

"I understand what you mean, but I want to reiterate here that I was careless and unconscious. I couldn't control my body at all when I fell. Kidd stepped on my foot and my toes were bruised. In fact, I am also a victim."

Bowen racked his brains and found a series of good-sounding reasons to confuse the audience.

"Accident? Why do accidents always happen to the players you defend? Why do you always appear in unexpected places and just happen to stretch your feet? Why is it never you who gets hurt?"

The reporter from the Los Angeles Times was not polite and asked three questions directly, which made Bowen stunned on the spot.