Vol 3 Chapter 130: rest

The Jazz are a very good team. Especially defense, quite tough. But they lack a leader who can stand up at a critical moment and help the team out of its predicament.
　　 In the NBA, when the tactics are not open, star singles is the last resort. Hayward has enough abilities, but he still lacks the temperament of a leader. He is more suitable to be a second master.
　　 This is what Westbrook has done well. He is always the one in the front. Even if the opponent has thousands of troops, even if others turn on their backs, even if his scoring efficiency is not high.
　　 With him attracting firepower in the front, An Luo can have a stable output space in the rear. Of course, he is also worthy of Westbrook's contribution.
　　 In the five games of this series, An Luo averaged 31 minutes per game, scored 14.2 shots, made 8.4 shots, and scored 20.8 points. He also averaged 2.2 steals per game on the defensive end, which is really amazing.
　　 After the end of this series, the Thunder players can finally rest for a while. During the entire series, these players almost never rested. Coupled with the intensity of the playoffs, everyone is really tired.
　　Similarly, the Spurs, the most likely opponent of the Thunder, defeated the Grizzlies on the same day and won the match point of the series. But it seems that the Grizzlies will not surrender easily. You know, a few years ago, they created the miracle of the black eight. And the one who was hacked was the Spurs.
　　 At the press conference after the game, Westbrook was very happy. This time, he never avoided questions about "mvp" and championships.
　　 "I don't know what other people think, it doesn't make much sense to me. But the thing I can do is to lead the team to continuous victory."
　　 "The finals are no stranger to me, although we have never crossed that mountain. But that is what I have been pursuing!"
　　 In fact, compared to the mvp debate in the regular season this season, there has been less and less. Among the top players on the official list, Westbrook is in a leading position, regardless of the team's record or personal data.
　　 After the press conference, everyone said goodbye to each other and went home. An Luo drove his own Bumblebee, carrying Tang Xiaoru back with him. Fu Yao didn't watch the game. She felt that the arena was too noisy, so she stayed at home. In addition, they were indeed tired after spending a day in Oklahoma City yesterday.
　　 "How about? Our home stadium fans are enthusiastic?"
　　 An Luo parked the car, and then helped Tang Xiaoru open the car door. After waiting for her to get in the car, asked her.
　　 "I know why Auntie is reluctant to come, it's too noisy!" Tang Xiaoru, who was nestled in the co-pilot, replied lazily, "Is it the same every time you race? How to play so noisy!"
"Very good! Where is the noisy! We went to Salt Lake City to play the game two days ago, the scene was terrifying!" An Luo shook his head, then started the car, and slowly drove into the main road, while saying: "Say It's noisy, it makes people more exciting!"
　　 The two chatted and went home all the way. When she got home, Fu Yao was still watching TV.
　　 "Mom! I said let you go with us, you must be at home. I missed a great game!"
　　 "Auntie, don't listen to him! It's too noisy. The last time we went to watch the game, it wasn't so noisy. Those fans were just crazy!"
　　 "Whether they are noisy or not, I don't like to watch that!" Fu Yao got up and tidied the sofa, and then asked, "Xiao Ru, are you hungry? I'll get you some supper!"
　　 "Auntie, I'm not hungry, sit there! Don't be busy." Tang Xiaoru quickly replied as Fu Yao got up to go to the kitchen.
　　 "Don't! You are not hungry, I am hungry!"
　　 After a game, An Luo was really hungry. For players like them, a game is basically played for about two hours, and the physical exertion is very heavy. In the past, he had to eat something after every game, but tonight because he had to accompany Tang Xiaoru home, he ignored it.
　　 "You know how to eat in one day! Athletes can't eat indiscriminately? Why don't you pay attention?"
　　 Fu Yao's face was stern, and she was unhappy in an instant.
　　 "Oh my god! Go ahead! Pizza and burgers are fine, but dumplings and glutinous rice are better. Gogo! Your son is starving to death."
　　 After eating and drinking, An Luo watched TV with them for a while, and then went to rest. Donovan gave them a vacation for the next two days, so I took advantage of this time to accompany Tang Xiaoru and Fu Yao. It's just that my father is too far away. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time.
　　 However, the holiday is only two days. In the next few days, everyone will gather to train together and prepare for the second round of competition.
　　 On the first day of the holiday, An Luo slept a little. When he got up, it was still almost 10 o'clock.
　　 Actually, it’s not too late. If you change to those of the same age in college, it's not too late. Not to mention it’s during the holidays, but on weekdays, as long as there is no class, it’s relatively early to get up before 10 o’clock!
　　 "Oh! Get up! Why don't you just get up when you sleep until lunch?"
　　As soon as he came downstairs~EbookFREE.me~, An Luo heard his old lady count down. He didn't care, these words sounded warm to him. It turned out that when I was in the capital of Shu, staying with Daddy An, it was impossible to hear!
　　 "Xiao Luo, we have all had breakfast, do you want something to eat? I'll get it for you."
　　 "Don't! Let me come, Tangtang!"
　　 Looking at Tang Xiaoru who was going to get her breakfast, An Luo was very happy. Basketball, love, family affection, isn't this the life I want!
　　 However, he hasn't forgotten what he should do. Taking advantage of some time before lunch, An Luo carried the basketball to his small court and started the day's training.
　　 Tang Xiaoru also followed him.
　　 Except for running together every morning when I was there, An Luo has never exercised with Tang Xiaoru. He really missed that time a bit. If he left the university early and the only thing he regretted was every morning with Tang Xiaoru.
　　 But Tang Xiaoru really doesn't know how to play. Hugging the ball and rushing down the rebound, I don't know what walking is.
　　 "But, isn't it tiring to run while tapping the ball?"
　　 This is probably the most watery training since An Luo played basketball. Even when he played alone in that small court, he had never been so watery.
　　 But he was very happy.