"So who do you hope will win?"

Richardson countered with a question.

"It doesn't matter who wins..."

Stoudemire clenched his fists. "My sword is thirsty for blood. Whoever wins will fall to my blade."

Having not played for three games, Stoudemire was itching to play.

Wei Guo laughed and said, "No matter how hungry you are, you have to endure it... because you're suspended and can't play in the first match."

Stoudemire: ┗( 0﹏0 )┛ Surrender

Wei Ge was absolutely right. No matter how thirsty he was, he had to endure it. After all, he was suspended for four games, and the Finals were just around the corner... Stoudemire felt like he had entered a red rose. He had all his cards ready, he had washed himself clean, and he entered the room full of expectations, only to be told by the waiter that all the masseuses were on duty and he had to wait for the next group.

......

The decisive Game 7 of the Eastern Conference Finals was more like a physical battle.

Technology is secondary now...

The physical contact was too intense, and many of my movements became distorted.

The first half of the game is over.

41:39!!

The Heat lead by 2 points.

The Eastern Conference Finals went to seven games, with low scores in each game; the Suns simply witnessed the intensity of the Eastern Conference Finals.

Second half...

The Heat gradually gained the upper hand.

Kidd made the All-NBA First Team for several consecutive years and led his team to the Finals. Even with Nash's rise this season, before him, Kidd was undoubtedly the best point guard in the league. In those years, O'Neal was also undoubtedly the best center in the league. The combination of these two was already very strong.

The Heat also have Wade and Reggie Miller.

The bench also featured Damon Jones, Eddie Jones, and Alonzo Mourning, a key player in the Nets' championship run last season.

O'Neal finally showed his dominance, which gave the Heat's outside shooters opportunities to score, resulting in a barrage of three-pointers that widened the gap.

......

At the start of the fourth quarter, Wei Guo turned off the live stream.

"It's a foregone conclusion..."

Wei Guo said, "We can discuss our Finals opponent, the Heat."

Lampe asked, "The Pistons are only down by 10 points, and I think Anthony is shooting well, so why didn't he get a chance?"

"Ha ha..."

Everyone laughed, but no one answered Lampe's question.

The Pistons' defense is in disarray; they're just relying on stamina and fighting spirit to hold on. If they were facing a younger team, the Pistons might have a chance, but the Heat have a bunch of veterans, and head coach Van Gundy is no pushover. They can't win by sheer willpower.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually...

Gentry put down his thermos. "This is the toughest opponent I've ever faced since I started coaching."

If the opponent is the Pistons, it would be the strongest spear meeting the strongest shield, or the Heat, whose offense and defense are both top-notch. If we have to make a comparison with a certain team, only the 72-win Bulls can be compared with them.

They remained silent for over half an hour...

The only sound in the room was Wei Guo cracking sunflower seeds. Half an hour later, his cell phone rang, breaking the silence.

Cummings' phone call.

"Brother Wei, the Heat won."

"I guessed it..."

"Guess? Didn't you watch the live stream?"

The live broadcast will be about ten seconds slower than the live performance.

Trailing by 17 points, the Pistons gave up their offense in the final minute. Cummings immediately called to inform him of the result. Wei Guo could hear the noise on Cummings' end. Cummings had to shout to speak to Wei Guo. After a few words, Cummings hung up. He thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere.

One week ago...

The Suns swept the Spurs to advance to the NBA Finals, but the atmosphere in the arena was somber, with no sense of victory whatsoever.

The atmosphere is so much better with the Heat!

Cummings joined in the fans' celebration, and the Heat held many celebratory events, including a draw where ten lucky audience members were selected to receive a basketball signed by the entire Heat team.

Cummings was that lucky one...

Many audience members stood up, some even leaving their seats to celebrate... When the host announced Cummings' seat number, and the entire audience was looking for him, Cummings handed his ticket to the busty woman next to him, saying, "Miss... this ticket is for you."

The busty woman was quite surprised...

She was sitting right next to Cummings. When the host announced the seat numbers, she was still disappointed that she was just one seat short, otherwise she would have been the lucky one. Unexpectedly, the man next to her gave her the ticket.

This is a basketball signed by the entire Heat team. It's Game 7 of the Eastern Conference Finals, and tickets for that game have been sold at exorbitant prices. Everyone who can come to the game is a Heat fan. How could someone refuse such a signed basketball? If she knew that a month ago, the entire Mavericks team also gave a signed basketball to Cummings, who then gave it to the receptionist, she wouldn't be so surprised.

The busty beauty clutched the ticket, secretly memorizing Cummings's silhouette.

......

It's already very late, and we still haven't reached a conclusion.

Ultimately, the real test comes on the court; it's unrealistic to expect to win the finals based on theoretical knowledge alone.

Wei Guo adjourned the meeting...

Everyone went home and went back to their own families. Gentry invited a few members of the coaching staff out for a late-night snack. The Finals are not like the regular season, and Gentry wouldn't let the players indulge themselves at this time; he had to keep the players in top form.

The Suns have only one lone figure.

That was Cummings, a stranger in a strange land, surrounded by jubilant fans outside American Airlines Arena. This city did not yet have its own championship trophy.

These celebrations were destined to have nothing to do with Cummings...

The Heat are their Finals opponent, and Cummings knows that the fans' celebration is temporary. The Finals are the Heat's priority, and it's impossible for them to beat the Suns and win the championship.

Stay away from American Airlines Arena!

Cummings was walking alone on the street...

The Miami evening breeze caressed Cummings's cheeks; in this fiery city, he wished for a romantic encounter.

Just as Cummings was getting distracted, a bright red Ferrari suddenly pulled up beside him. "Hi~ handsome, wanna hook up?"

It's a girl's voice!

Cummings' heart pounded, but he tried to remain calm. "What?! Huh?"

Don't you remember me?

The busty woman in the driver's seat tossed her hair and patted the autographed basketball in the passenger seat, saying, "This is a gift you gave me."

"Oh, it was you!"

Cummings pretended to have just recognized him.

actually...

As soon as the Ferrari stopped, Cummings noticed that the beautiful woman driving it was the same one who had sat next to him at the game. She had a fantastic figure; Cummings had been stealing glances at her all night. The reason he had given her the ticket was partly out of the hope of a chance encounter, even if it was just a one-night stand...

What are you standing there for?

The beautiful woman raised an eyebrow and said, "Get in the car, handsome."