(Soundtrack: after  all    this   time/mark    souzek)

This is the closest day to collapse ever in Prague Centre.

The fans cheered at the top of their voices, proud of the honor brought by the heroes in their hometown, and the essence of the sports world lies in this.

If it were thirty years ago, fans might rush into the court and strip Wei Xia's clothes clean.

Now only teammates and coaches are coming to celebrate with him.

"We won! We won!" Cousins ​​hugged Wei Xia and shouted like crazy, "We are the champions again!"

Hayward picked up the game ball, which was enough to wash away the bad reputation he had left in the previous five games.

Injuries plagued Wei Xia. He could not impose his will on the game like Tianwangshan before, in the sixth game of the Eastern Conference Finals. He needed help.

Hayward provided what he needed most.

26 points, 5 rebounds and 6 assists, this is a piece of data that can be put on the table anywhere.

In six years, he has achieved a lot, but never once was more difficult than this time. He grabbed the basketball and couldn't help crying.

Farid made a half-season awkward for his team positioning. The team's desire to win the championship and his own sense of honor made him accept the positioning of a substitute.

During the playoffs, he brought enough energy to each appearance. In the sixth game of the finals, he fought the blood-stained court and returned to the stage at the last moment to help the team win.

Now he was just pestering Wei Xia and shouting loudly like a little follower.

Holiday spent a year of ups and downs. His wife suffered from a brain tumor. He had an indefinite quit for his family and did not return to the team until March. His condition was somewhat affected. He replaced Rondo in the finals and became the starting lineup of the team. He had to guard against John Wall, who had no one to keep up with in every game. Although he performed poorly on the offensive end, he showed his energy.

He gave everything in this game like everyone else, and he believed that his family would be proud of himself.

There are many more people, Hollins, who have already forgotten them;

Odom, danced ballet on the field;

In Oubre, no one will forget his wonderful performance like a magic weapon descending from the Heavenly King Mountain. As a rookie, he played a perfect rookie season;

There were many more people, Jay Wright grabbed his hair hard.

After three years in the league, he and the 76ers achieved three consecutive championships.

Is he good at coaching? No, he dare not be greedy for this heavenly mastery. He just pointed out the right direction and made this story great is this group of players!

The stadium became a sea of ​​joy, and the Phillies celebrated with no means, and all the players who were involved in it were shed tears.

After Wei Xia greeted his teammates, he stood in the field and colorful mottled paper drifted across the sky, sprinkling like rain.

He and his teammates overdraw everything about themselves.

His body, his spirit, his will, and his endurance have reached the limit. Victory at this time is the best reward, and his emotions are defeated by indescribable emotions.

Sweat and tears intertwined on the court. Even the winner is like this, let alone the loser?

No one on the Warriors could accept this result. When Wei Xia hit the final shot, half of them collapsed to the ground. Curry numbly gritted his braces, as if he couldn't believe they lost.

Kobe looked at the court from afar, and his gaze turned from Wei Xia to Curry and others.

He knew what the group of people had paid.

He once worked like this.

Game 7 in 2008, Game 7 in the Western Conference Finals in 2002, and Game 7 in the Western Conference Finals in 2000.

He understood this feeling.

When he watched Wei Xia become a hero in front of his hometown, and shot the ball and made the cheers of the whole Pennsylvania whizz like a strong wind, a lot flashed through his heart.

Jealousy, envy, excitement, and pride for Wei Xia, all of them are.

His career has reached the crossroads, but Wei Xia has reached the peak of being a player.

The emotions faded and the two sides greeted each other.

The Warriors had collapsed, their hearts were broken, and they couldn't even say a blessing, just wanted to shake hands and hug them and leave as soon as possible.

The only one who wishes Wei Xia is Warriors coach Steve Cole.

"I hope you're all right, wish." Cole said.

"Thanks."

Only then can Wei Xia come to the sidelines, hug his wife and kiss his child.

Parents, brothers, sisters and grandma, they are all here.

The way they express their feelings is not as outward as Elaine.

After such a game, they didn't know what to say.

"I have something to deal with." Wei Xia said and went to the player channel.

The media did not interview him, and he had nothing to say now.

In the 76ers' locker room, local stars, team owners, and media all poured in, looking forward to seeing the players spraying champagne on each other.

However, what they got was Wei Xia’s request: “Can you please avoid it?”

He didn't say why, but just insisted on letting people, including the boss, avoid it.

In the end, they all walked out of the locker room. Wei Xia closed the door, locked it, and leaned against it. His teammates didn't react, but he burst into laughter.

He wanted to tell the guys how honor he was to be able to fight alongside them, but in the end he just laughed out loud.

He laughed out loudly, all the pain and joy were in this laughter.

He just hopes to share this feeling with his teammates.

Odom held champagne in his hand, and he was probably the player who paid the least in the sixth game because he didn't play for a second.

He looked at the group of people in the locker room and said proudly: "I believe you are like me. In decades, when we look back on our lives, we will definitely find that we have used all our strength to pursue this glory. At that time, I will definitely feel satisfied. No one can tell me that I have wasted my time and it is my honor to be able to walk this journey with you!"

Only he can say this, because most people can no longer organize language effectively.

Seeing that everyone was still immersed in that strange atmosphere, Odom waved champagne and attacked indiscriminately, and finally let them enter the next step.

This is what the media wants to see, but no one can see it.

It took about ten minutes to go before the 76ers locker room was opened again, and Wei Xia came to the media with a full of champagne.

Espn's reporter asked a question that is irrelevant, but one must be heard at such moments: "Wish, this victory means a lot to you, how do you feel?"

"Ruby," Wei Xia knew the reporter, and he wanted to answer, but...

He was looking for words and sentences in his mind that could describe this feeling, but he couldn't find it, he couldn't answer, his surging mood had dominated his brain. For a few seconds, he seemed to be unable to hold back. He was not crying, but buried by the endless joy. His emotions were no longer controlled, and his brain could not help either.

This question that anyone can answer in his place was so simple that he gave the other party the answer, just one sentence: "You won't understand."
Chapter completed!