NOVPUBChapter 910: Chapter 550 The World of Big Shots_4 Chapter 910: Chapter 550 The World of Big Shots_4 Heart-wrenchingly, Yu Fei had had some words for Carmelo Anthony before he left the court.
“Melo,” the Greatest of All Time “welcomed” Carmelo Anthony into the world of the big shots in his unique way, “You’re far behind LeBron.”
After the timeout, the Brooklyn Nets struggled a bit but couldn’t change the outcome.
115 to 106
The SuperSonics beat the Brooklyn Nets’ Big Three by nine points, securing a victory in the Christmas battle.
After the game,
The argument between Durant and Beverley was one of the focal points, here are their respective explanations.
Beverley said, “I’ve already apologized to KD for that, it’s no big deal, we’re brothers, and all sorts of things happen during a game.”
Durant said, “I liked what happened tonight, a friend who’s willing to point out your flaws is more important than those who just praise you.”
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Then Tyronn Lue could rightfully lead everyone to make dumplings together: “To those who criticize our lack of harmony, I can only say you understand neither champions nor teamwork, this is our Seattle SuperSonics!”
After they finished making dumplings, there was nothing more for Yu Fei to say, just praising Hill was enough.
About his performance scoring the last seven points to secure the game, Fei simply said, “I just did what I had to do.”
The reporters who had been frenzied during the game had indeed cooled down by now.
After all, such performances were commonplace for Yu Fei.
So, either join Coach Lu in making dumplings or sing praises for Hill, that was the theme of the night.
Hill said reflectively, “All the experiences you go through ultimately reflect in your career. When you recall those dark times, you’ll ask yourself whether you still want to keep playing… because of injuries and age, I can never return to how I was, but I’m still playing, I have to keep moving forward.”
That day, Hill returned to the locker room.
Alonzo Gee offered up his No. 33 jersey, “Grant, it’s time to be yourself again.”
However, Hill smiled and refused it.
“No, young man, now you’re its rightful owner.”
The lengthy dark times had brought only one good thing to Grant Hill: he treasured the time more than ever.
The young Grant Hill could easily shake off 95% of NBA players with a crossover dribble and a large stepping drive to complete a razor-sharp layup; if he was pleased, he could get a triple-double every week. And when he almost retired due to injuries and barely survived a viral infection, realizing he could still play again, he decided to keep playing until he could no longer move.
Wearing jersey No. 33, Grant Hill was unfortunate, but wearing jersey No. 3, Grant Hill was fortunate. In the final leg of his career, he could be teammates with the greatest player in history.
Hill rejected Gee’s kind offer and went to his locker. The mirror beside reflected Yu Fei standing behind him.
“Grant, I’m still used to seeing you in No. 33,” Yu Fei said.
“Do you prefer seeing me in No. 33, or do you just want to reminisce about that game through me?”
“Both, I suppose, don’t you miss it?” Yu Fei said, “you could play like tonight every night back then.”
“That was ten years ago,” Hill answered.
Thus spoke the man, most nostalgic for Grant Hill in jersey No. 33.
“I’ve completely forgotten about it.”
