After the game, while Min Congda was practicing in the Staples Center parking lot, Curry was also practicing on the court.
Min Congda practiced controlling the ball with both hands, while Curry practiced three-pointers.
Curry's performance tonight was very average, scoring only 8 points, 3 assists, but 4 turnovers.
The most terrible thing is that the go-ahead three-pointer at the critical moment was not made, and he fouled during the retreat, resulting in Hilga's penalty.
The Clippers were three points behind, and the team had to take risks to deploy three-point shooting tactics. This time, Dunleavy no longer trusted Curry, but gave the opportunity to the team's boss, Baron Davis.
Although Davis missed the last three-pointer, Curry felt that he was the first person responsible.
A missed three-pointer and a needless foul ruined the Clippers' first home game of the new season.
After the game, everyone was a little disappointed, but no one blamed Curry, and Dunleavy didn't say anything. As a coach, he has experienced many failures, so such a loss is acceptable.
But Curry blamed himself very much, so the fans left the game. Most of his teammates took a shower in the locker room and went home. The head coach also left after attending the press conference. The song ended, but Curry continued to stay. Three-pointers were being shot non-stop in the arena.
The originally bustling Staples Center seemed particularly empty at this time. Staff were cleaning and cleaning the surrounding area, and the headlights of the home court were also turned off.
One, two, three... Dang! Didn't get in. Cast again, one, two, three, four, five... Dang! Didn't get in again.
Curry silently counted the number of consecutive hits in his mind. He set a rule for himself. He must hit 10 consecutive three-pointers tonight before he can leave, at the same position where he missed the shot tonight. Otherwise, even if he is exhausted here, he will not be able to leave. Keep betting.
On the sidelines, Curry's girlfriend Ayesha watched Curry's extra practice on the court with worried eyes. She could see that Curry was not only practicing extra practice, but he was also punishing himself for missing a shot. Crucial three-pointer, stupid foul.
Ayesha wanted to persuade him not to blame himself too much, but she knew Curry's character. He looked like a child with a baby face, but his inner stubbornness and arrogance were beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Finally, before the staff was about to finish cleaning up and close the building, Curry completed the task of scoring 10 three-pointers in a row and sat down on the ground tiredly.
If it is daily training, when the physical strength gauge is full, let alone 10 in a row, it is not unheard of to hit 15 or 20 in a row.
But after playing a high-intensity game, it is not that easy to hit consecutive shots when you are exhausted physically and mentally. A slight flaw in your power will lead to a missed shot. If you miss a shot, you have to start all over again.
Ayesha walked to the field, ignored Curry's sweat, kissed him gently on the forehead, and comforted him: "Let's go back, I think you must be hungry."
Curry smiled and said: "I'm fine, I'm fine, tomorrow will be better, let's go."
Curry got up, went to the locker room, took a shower and changed clothes, and went to the parking lot with Ayesha.
Although Curry has a baby face and is much thinner than other NBA players, he likes to pull a small horse and a big car and drives a black Mercedes-Benz G55 2009 large off-road vehicle.
Driving to the exit of the parking lot, Curry saw a familiar car and license plate in front of him. Isn't that the car of Mr. Smart, the general manager?
Why hasn't he gone back at this point? Ah, he was just like me. He must have blamed himself for losing. He must have worked overtime in the office and watched the video.
Curry honked the horn quickly and rolled down the window to say hello: "Hey, Smart!"
Coupled with the salary of 2,000 yuan for a loss, it is a good harvest both materially and spiritually. This feeling is really good.
Just as Daddario and Daddario were about to find a place to have a drink, they unexpectedly met Curry. Min Congda put down the car window, turned around and waved: "Hey Stephen! Why are you going back now! Do you want to find a place to have a drink!"
When Curry saw Min Congda's expression and tone, why did he feel that he was very happy?
Also, Mr. Smart taught himself that failure is the main theme of life. You must learn to face failure. An optimistic attitude is the best mentality to face failure.
Curry pointed to Ayesha in the car and said, "I'm going home with Ayesha. Do you want to come to my house for something to eat?"
When Min Congda heard that Ayesha was there, he knew that he would definitely not be able to take Curry to fall, but it would be a good choice to have a meal at Curry's house.
So he turned to Daddario and asked: "Ana, do you want to go to Curry's house for a drink? Have some late-night snacks?"
Daddario has not yet completely recovered from the passion just now.
Now Min Congda is free to say whatever he says. Visiting NBA players' homes is a good experience. She remembers her father taking her to watch games at Madison Square Garden when she was little, when Patrick Ewing was the dominant player in the Big Apple.
However, Ewing's figure and appearance were too powerful and scary for little girls, so Daddario did not have any interest in basketball.
Curry, on the other hand, is very different. He feels completely different from those fierce NBA strong men. It will definitely be interesting to visit his home.
Min Congda told Curry that there was another person, and both Curry and Ayesha understood it. The four of them drove to Curry's home in the Northeast District of Los Angeles. It was an ordinary single-family house. Like the residences of many middle-class families, it was not very luxurious. .
Min Congda parked the car skillfully, and Daddario said, "Do you come here often?"
"Well...I'll come over for dinner sometimes, we're good friends."
Not only did he come here often, but after returning to Los Angeles from Las Vegas, there was no food at the training center, so Min Congda came at every opportunity, working harder than his son-in-law even visiting his mother-in-law's house.
Entering Curry's house, Min Congda was even more familiar with it, and went straight into the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack.
Daddario was surprised when he saw it and asked, "Is Smart the owner here? Can he cook?"
Ayesha smiled and said, "Smart often comes to our house for dinner. His cooking skills are really good and he can cook a lot of dishes."
Daddario was surprised and came to the kitchen to watch Min Congda busy at work. This guy was more familiar with Curry's refrigerator than the team's salary table.
"Frozen chicken wings, lemon, tabasco, sausage, rosemary, tomatoes, onions, oh, and garlic... Anna, what are you doing here, uh, can you go get me a bottle of white wine? "
Daddario nodded, but did not go to get the wine. Instead, he approached Min Congda and kissed him gently on the face.
Min Congda was flattered by this, and felt a little shy. After all, this was Curry's house. His hands had nowhere to rest because they were a little dirty after taking the ingredients, and said: "Oh, Anna, this... this is someone else's house..."
Daddario smiled and said, "Then, can I go to your house later? I want to have the breakfast you made tomorrow."
