After the game, Vaughn took his players and returned to Brooklyn overnight.
The air was filled with exhaustion and dullness, and all the team members were silent, as if they were still recalling the fierceness and cruelty of the game.
The smiles on their faces were gone, replaced by deep wrinkles and a look of worry.
Vaughan was sitting in the passenger seat in front, his eyes firm and deep.
He knows that losing this game does not mean their journey is over.
Rather, it is just a setback in their growth path, a challenge they must go through.
He silently encouraged himself and his teammates.
On the streets of Brooklyn at night, the lights dimmed, reflecting Vaughn's tired and determined face.
He knew they needed to refresh and get back on their feet as quickly as possible.
Because they still have more games waiting for them and they have more challenges to face.
…
June 15, 2021.
Vaughn did not let the players rest. He knew that it was time for a joint training session.
Two generals in the lineup were injured and he had to rearrange tactics to ensure that the team's combat effectiveness was not affected.
He gathered the players on the court, encouraged each other, and then began intense and passionate training together.
The lights of the court illuminated their figures, and the basketballs were passed back and forth in their hands, as if invisible arcs were drawn in the air.
Vaughn shouted instructions and encouraged his players, his voice echoing in the night air.
The team members were sweating profusely and devoted themselves to training;
Their faces were no longer tired and worried, replaced by firm determination and fearless courage.
Bai Qiang actively covered for his teammates and passed the ball consciously.
His figure sparkled in the light, like a brave warrior, waving his sword to open a path to victory for his teammates.
His eyes are firm and resolute, and every pass is like a precise sniper, leaving opponents unable to guard against it.
His figure drew arcs in the night sky, like a shooting star, leaving a dazzling light in the dark night sky.
Every fight is like a decisive battle with fate, allowing people to see his tenacity and determination.
Bai Qiang was sweating heartily on the court, his heartbeat beating with the players, and his breathing rising and falling with the players.
At that moment, they seemed to become one body, advancing and retreating together, honoring and disgracing together.
Vaughan stood on the sidelines, folding his arms and quietly observing the situation on the court.
He saw Bai Qiang sweating freely on the court, and every fight was like a decisive battle with fate, allowing people to see his tenacity and determination.
His eyes turned to Durant again, and he saw him dribbling gracefully, breaking through smartly, and shooting accurately, as if he had drawn beautiful arcs on the court.
Vaughn secretly sighed in his heart, with such excellent players in his team, what else can he not defeat?
Although Harden and Irving are injured, there are still Durant and Bai Qiang.
It's just Milwaukee, they are enough!
After the training match, Vaughn kept Durant and Bai Qiang.
Vaughan looked at the two of them, filled with expectation and confidence.
He knows that these two players are among the best players on his team, with extraordinary strength and unique skills.
He believes that as long as they can fulfill their potential, they will be able to lead the team to victory.
"You two, you performed very well today." Vaughan praised, "But the game is cruel, and we cannot give up because of one defeat. You need to continue to work hard and continue to improve, because our journey has just begun."
Durant and Bai Qiang looked at each other and nodded.
…
Barclays Center Arena.
Budenholzer led the team to the arena where they could lose miserably.
He looked around, saw the hostile faces, heard the cacophony of voices.
He knew that this game would be a test, a severe test of their strength and determination.
He took a deep breath and gave instructions to his team members.
"Remember, we are a team and we have a common goal. No matter what happens, we must support each other and encourage each other." He shouted, "Let us meet this challenge together!"
The team members gathered closely together, encouraged each other, and then began an intense and passionate warm-up training.
New York fans are almost crazy, and Brooklyn is no exception.
Fans come from all over. Some of them wear hats, some are painted with paint, some wave flags, and some shout slogans, as if they are participating in a grand carnival.
The enthusiasm and fanaticism they exuded filled the entire arena with a strong game atmosphere.
The frontline reporters sent by ESPN are conducting random interviews to see what the fans will say.
A little boy with curly hair said into the microphone: "This is where Milwaukee died!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fans nearby burst into laughter.
The reporter looked at him and felt that this sentence was a bit unlucky. He was about to change the topic when he saw the little boy pointing to the other side of the arena and shouting:
"Look, the Milwaukee fans are coming!"
"Brother, are you here to see how the Bucks were wiped out by us? Hahahaha..."
shouted an eight-foot-tall, extremely muscular black fan.
Around him were also a group of muscular men;
Some of them even had tattoos on their bodies, making them look fierce.
They laughed brazenly and pointed at the Milwaukee fans.
It seemed as if victory was already within reach.
And among this group of people are a group of young fans,
With smiles on their faces and flags waving,
Singing loudly as if the game was just a carnival for them.
Milwaukee fans gathered in a corner and paid little attention to those who provoked them.
They know in their hearts that in this tense game, the team needs to focus more on the game itself rather than engaging in a war of words with the opponent's fans.
After all, on someone else’s home court, one thing more is worse than one thing less!
They huddled tightly together, wearing light green jerseys and green hats with the Milwaukee logo printed on them.
They sang the team anthem loudly and powerfully: "Milwaukee, we are the champions!"
However, their strength was too weak after all, and the Nets fans on the side drowned them out as soon as they made a sound.
"Brooklyn, champion!"
"Brooklyn, champion!"
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