Chapter 134: So-called honor

Detroit
Garryton apartment 280 rooms.
Adrian was already asleep. He felt that the Pistons had little hope when he saw it, so he fell asleep on the couch and Ephraim continued to watch.
This is a game of ups and downs, the Pistons burned everything and played against the opponent who was far stronger than himself.
In the last few seconds, they fell.
They may be a few seconds away from victory.
The Pistons stayed in place, and the overwhelming daze can really hit those who have followed them.
Ephraim turned off the TV.
"Mo, come again next year."
Hardaway walked in front of Mo Mengchen and reached out his hand.
"call..."
Mo Mengchen was not unprepared to lose. He thought he would be ashamed of the previous surgery, but he was ashamed, but he would take this as a warning and redouble his efforts after going back.
It was not until the failure really fell on him that he knew that this was by no means the failure of an operation.
A doctor is a more serious profession than an NBA player, but he performs surgery every day, and he has failed countless times before crossing.
Many people died on his operating table.
However, after much experience, people will become numb.
He will feel sorry and will carefully study the medical records and make reports after the operation. He will try to avoid making the same mistakes in the future.
But he will not have such great pain.
This pain is getting stronger and stronger. He and his teammates have worked hard for a whole year, and they have failed in the last five seconds.
Mo Mengchen did not answer Hardaway, nor was he interested in embracing and shaking hands with his opponent. He walked forward a few steps without any strength in his feet, and he fell to the ground.
His trembling thighs let him know what happened.
He cramped.
"In the end, the Pistons lost the game by 2 points." Turing said. "I believe that any audience will pay tribute to their performance and they have done everything they can do."
Bill Walton looked at them and said: "Only through the pain will you be motivated to become stronger. I believe they will come back next year."
Collins took a lot of effort to temporarily wake up from the great pain of this failure. He is a coach and he has other duties.
"Doug, I really don't want to play series with you anymore." Brian Hill laughed.
Collins said: "I'm just the opposite. I hope we can have a second round of competition next year."
"Ha, I don't want to."
Hill turned around and Collins discovered that his back had been soaked in sweat.
Houston didn't want to stand up, he lay on the ground, covering his face with his hands, he didn't want to be seen.
Mo Mengchen came to him and squatted down to take off his shoes.
"stop!"
"I haven't washed my feet in a month!"
"This pair of socks has not changed in a week!"
"There are hundreds of millions of bacteria on my feet!"
Houston exasperated: "Don't you hate these most?"
Mo Mengchen had taken off his socks and said, "I hate losing more."
"That finally pushed me, it was a foul! That must be a foul!"
Houston began to make excuses for last-minute mistakes.
Mo Mengchen didn't seem to hear it. He carefully observed his ankle and pressed gently: "How does it feel?"
"It hurts! Can you lighten it!" Houston muttered. "Don't you think it's a foul?"
Hill controlled their emotions and came to them and asked, "How is it?"
"He needs a stretcher." Mo Mengchen said.
Hill turned to the staff and shouted: "Stretcher!"
"No! I don't want a stretcher! I can walk! I can stand up, I'm not a lame, I just sprained my ankle, I didn't have a fracture, what stretcher do I want?" Houston not only makes excuses, but also wants to stand up and exit.
Mo Mengchen pressed his body and said in a soft voice, "You may only need to rest for one month with a stretcher. If you have to go out on your own, of course you can, just in case your luck is bad and your injury deteriorates..."
"How is it?" Houston asked.
"At least three months of rest." Mo Mengchen said, "Are you still a tough guy?"
Houston's breathing became more and more rapid, as if accepting something and no longer being brave, which broke his last dignity.
He opened his mouth and spit out all the swear words he could say: "Fuck! Fuck/Fuck! Rotten! Asshole! Fool! Fool! Stink/bitch/son..."
I don't know who this anger was against. After he scolded, the staff came up with a stretcher.
Everyone worked together and put him gently on the stretcher.
He may have only one last energy left, still saying: "In the end they fouled."
"Shut up, it's not a foul if the referee doesn't play." Mo Mengchen was fed up with him.
Before exiting, Mo Mengchen still shook hands with his opponents, said a few hypocritical blessings, and then made a defeated appearance, straightened his waist and walked into the player channel.
He hates this step.
locker room
Mo Mengchen sat in the usual sitting position, receiving some messages.
"Don't let your opponent get two doubles-failure."
"Assist in double play-success."
"Personal rating reaches A- or higher-success."
"Team rating reaches A-success."
"The loss of the game halves the return."
"Achievement: A triple-double in the playoffs for the first time."
"Return: 1000-500+2000."
Collins had some regrets. He promised to the top that he would lead the team to a breakthrough. He succeeded. The team returned to the playoffs and played five games against the second-ranked Magic. They didn't lose the game until the last 5 seconds.
It should be said that he fulfilled his promise.
But, regret is inevitable.
Everyone will regret that they are not defeated by their opponents, not seeing hope from beginning to end. They bite the magic violently and have a chance to defeat their opponents in the end.
This failure is even more memorable.
Players tend to accept defeat more easily than coaches, because for veterans, especially those who have no place to settle, most of them lack a sense of honor. They will work hard for their salary. After the game is over, they will lose or win. Come out quickly.
On the contrary, it is those young people who have entered the league for the first time and have not seen any big waves. They will fall into failure and cannot extricate themselves.
As for the coaches, they are undoubtedly the most painful.
For coaches, nothing is more important than coaching performance.
Every time they lose, they have to placate the players with a heavy heart, and today is no exception.
"I want to say that I am proud of your performance this year, and you are worthy of anyone."
Collins said.
"Failure does not mean that you have returned the team to the playoffs; failure does not mean that you have put your opponent into a bitter battle; failure does not mean that you only regretted losing the game in the last five seconds. Nothing can be said about failure, but This is really painful."
"Now we have to raise our heads and walk out of here with our heads up high, we are going back to the hotel."
"This night has ruined our dreams. I hope we can have a wonderful dream tonight. When we wake up the next day, we can throw away all yesterday and walk on the return journey lightly."
The Pistons did not accept an interview.
Alan Houston then went to the nearby hospital for examination.
The result of the examination was a severe sprain of the right ankle, and the estimated recovery time was two months.
The bus was driving, and the outside was full of high-spirited Orlando fans.
They waved their flags and shouted. Sprinkle salt on the opponent's wound.
Dumas made a joke: "They are much worse than Boston fans."
"I'm so hungry. I'm looking for a place to have supper. I'll have a full meal!" Mark West muttered.
Lor did not expect that he was still in a mood to eat.
"Do you want to be together, rookie?" West asked with a smile.
Rolle shook his head slightly: "No, I can't eat it."
"Come on, you didn't play again, what's unhappy?" West asked with a smile.
"You have played, why can you be so happy?" Lor asked.
West hummed: "How do you know that I'm not happy? I'm sad, so I have to eat, don't you know that people who are sad will find something to eat?"
West's smile reminded Rolle of a sneer: how sad he is to see this man.
West's frank acceptance of failure made Lohr very uncomprehensible.
The Pistons have no inside. He has faced O'Neal many times in this series. Although he was also blasted without human form, he definitely did his best. Why did he lose the series and he can accept the failure so quickly?
"It seems you have a lot of questions," West said.
Rolle said: "My question is simple."
"My answer is also very simple, because I just work hard to get a good result. The result is not good, my salary will not decrease, why am I sad?"
"Don't you have a sense of honor?"
"This kind of thing... still existed in college. At that time, our scholarship was not as high as it is now. It was indeed for the hometown and the honor of the school."
Rolle has nothing to say, West entered the league in 83, he has played in the NBA for 12 years.
"You don't feel this way now, but you will have it in the future, because you can't guarantee that you will always play for the same team." West said, "If you often change places, just get familiar with the teammates here, next year Going to another team and facing a group of strangers, do you have any sense of honor?"
Rolle said nothing.
"For most of us, this is a job. What matters is not a sense of honor, but whether you work hard."
The bus is close to the hotel~EbookFREE.me~Lol is still discussing the sense of honor with West.
The whole bus talked about the two of them.
Suddenly, the bus stopped.
It's time.
Now they have to get off, they have to go back to the room to sleep, or make a plan for the offseason in advance.
Some people have to worry about off-season training, and some people have to worry about work.
Because some of their contracts expire this year, they will become completely free players by the end of the season.
Mo Mengchen opened the room, and because he had been bathed in the dressing room, he took off his clothes and went to bed directly.
He was too tired to move anymore.
The pain of losing is far less than the fatigue of the whole body at this moment.
He soon fell asleep.