Harden was lying in the treatment room, his legs felt like they had been run over by a carriage, and every movement caused him unbearable pain.
His body is no longer young, and the wear and tear of the season is too much for him to bear.
His eyes were full of exhaustion and pain, which he couldn't hide.
Nash sat next to him, knowing that Harden could no longer hold on.
He looked at Harden, with mixed emotions flashing in his eyes.
He felt sorry for Harden's injury, but he was more doubtful about his own tactics.
Due to frequent injuries to Durant, Bai Qiang and Ou Shenxian, the team only has one All-Star player, Harden.
Therefore, Nash decisively regarded Harden as a life-saving straw!
But now, Harden is down and his legs can no longer support his tactics.
Being loyal and honest is not necessarily a good thing, it will only hurt yourself!
After Steve left, Vaughn also came to visit Harden with gifts.
"James, have a good rest. Under the leadership of Kevin, Kerry and Bai, the team will go straight to the championship!"
Vaughn said to Harden lying on the bed.
Vaughn's words were like a warm spring breeze blowing into Harden's ears.
His eyes were closed slightly, as if enjoying the rare tranquility.
His heart was filled with the desire for a championship, but he also understood that his body could no longer support it.
Vaughan's words were like a moving song, echoing in every corner of the room.
The figures of Kevin, Kerry and Bai emerged in Harden's mind. Their beast-like strength and precise shooting were enough to lead the team to victory.
Vaughn looked at Harden with determination in his eyes.
He knows these young men will lead the team forward and realize their dreams.
He gently patted Harden's shoulder, as if conveying a kind of strength and belief.
"Coach, I will try to return to the game as soon as possible."
The final destination of professional players is still on the playing field, and so is Harden!
Harden was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes resolute and bright, as if he was vowing to his coach to return to the game.
His heart is filled with love for basketball and desire to win. Even though his body is exhausted, his willpower is still strong.
He looked into Vaughn's eyes and seemed to see his own future, a future full of infinite possibilities.
Vaughn felt Harden's determination and belief. He took a deep breath, and then gently patted Harden's shoulder again.
Having said that, even if Harden does not return to the NBA, the Nets can still make great progress.
However, no star player is willing to win the championship——
This will definitely affect his future historical status!
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After the game, Nash walked out of the Barclays Center and headed home.
Everything seems peaceful!
Before the storm, the atmosphere is always so quiet.
Nash couldn't calm down.
Harden's injury made him feel a little helpless and remorseful.
He has been using Harden like a donkey on the production team, playing the regular season like the playoffs. This is his tactic.
But now, Harden's legs can no longer support his tactics.
Nash had doubts about his tactics. He constantly reflected on whether he relied too much on Harden and whether he was consuming too much.
He walked on the way home, his steps slow and heavy.
As night fell, the light shone on his face, reflecting a haze.
"Damn it, your time to die has come."
A sharp shout brought Nash back to reality from his thoughts.
A group of masked men were running towards him.
They held daggers in their hands and had fierce expressions on their faces.
The visitor is not good!
Nash was shocked and immediately realized that this was coming for him.
He turned to run, but it was too late.
A man rushed in front of him, raised his short knife and stabbed him.
Nash dodged sideways and dodged the knife.
Seeing this, the other men gathered around him.
Nash took out his cell phone and wanted to call the police, but found that the signal was blocked.
He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he had been trapped.
He quickly scanned his surroundings for opportunities to escape.
"What a fool, let's go!"
Another man with a twine kicked off Nash's phone and tied him up again and again.
Nash's body was tied with hemp rope and he could not move.
He looked at the man in front of him, his heart filled with fear.
There was a cruel smile on the man's face, and a foul-smelling breath came out of his mouth.
Nash felt that his heart had jumped into his throat, and he knew that he was in a desperate situation.
The men in black threw Nash into the van and drove into the night.
The vans weaved through the streets, their lights flickering in the darkness like ghostly eyes.
Nash was tied up and unable to move, and his eyes were dark.
He could hear the wheels rolling and feel the bumps in the car.
The men in black sat beside him and looked at him expressionlessly.
Their eyes met in the darkness, as if they were competing for willpower.
Nash tried his best to stay awake. He kept thinking about how to escape.
But his hands and feet were tied, and he could only look at the man in black.
The atmosphere in the car was very tense and there was no sound...
The next day, the Brooklyn Police Department received a report that Nash was missing!
Alarm bells rang immediately, and the police began to search for traces of Nash.
They discovered from the surveillance video that Nash was kidnapped by a group of men in black, and immediately started taking action.
They came to the dark neighborhood and began searching.
They illuminated the dark street with flashlights and spotted the van.
The car door was open and there was no one in the car.
The police were nervous, knowing that Nash had been kidnapped.
They kept searching, but found nothing!
In Magnesia, a country with an obvious gap between rich and poor, it is too difficult to find someone...
At the Barclays Center, the players had been shooting for almost two hours, but Steve was still nowhere to be seen.
Bai Qiang and Durant sat on the sidelines with worried looks on their faces.
"Where is Steve? Shouldn't he be training with us?" Bai Qiang asked.
"I don't know, maybe he has something going on." Durant replied.
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a siren.
"What's wrong?" Bai Qiang asked.
"I don't know, let's go take a look." Durant stood up and walked out of the arena.
The two followed other players and staff outside the arena and saw police and ambulances parked on the side of the road.
"What happened?" Bai Qiang asked.
"Stephen is missing. According to known clues, it can be determined that he was kidnapped." A white policeman replied.
"What?"
Everyone looked confused. The head coach was kidnapped?
Extremely outrageous!
The players looked at each other and immediately became monks.
How can playoff games be conducted without a head coach?
Bai Qiang and Durant were worried and followed the police to the police station to record statements.
Other players and staff returned to the arena, and everyone felt heavy.
The video was played over and over again, and every time I saw Nash being kidnapped, it made my heart ache.
"how so?"
"Where the hell is Steve?"
"We can't live without Steve."
The Nets are in an unprecedented predicament. Without a head coach, what will they do in the playoffs?
Everyone is thinking about this question, but no one has the answer.
