150: The playoff journey is about to begin...

"See you next time, tonight belongs to you!" Nowitzki hugged Rachel very gentlemanly.

"See you next time, you will be more stinky than shit tonight!"

Nowitzki's face changed when he heard Rachel say this, and he turned around, looked at Rachel's playful face, and couldn't help but smile, "Maybe you're right!"

"Drinking more bottles of bar will make it easier for you to sleep." Rachel's words were very detrimental, but these are the truth, aren't they?

"You are a rookie who is not good at disguise, goodbye!" Nowitzki gave Rachel a tangled smile, then turned and left.

"By bye!" Rachel replied, turned around and said something in her mouth: "Actually, I am a person who disdains disguise!"

"Doug, can you accept my interview?" Rachel was about to walk into the locker room, but was pulled by Segal.

"I'll only give you two minutes! Because I'm almost smelly!" Rachel has always been straightforward.

"Okay, Doug, what did you say to Nowitzki just now?" Seger smiled and asked a more gossipy question.

"Uh, I told him that he was stinky tonight. If he had insomnia, he could choose to drink a few more bottles of wine. I mean the wine in Texas is pretty good!" Rachel was indeed a person who couldn't disguise.

"You got twenty-one points tonight. You should know that your scores have always been very low in the past. Are there any tricks to suddenly break out tonight?" Seger finally asked a key question.

"To be honest, my desire to attack is not very strong. I want to be the kind of player who changes the situation through rebounds and blocks. I don't know what the reason for the outbreak tonight is? You know that at that time, no one could stand up and score. Although I didn't have many scoring methods, as the leader of the team, I had to stand up. Uh, my touch is really good, one, two, three! Then I got twenty-one points, yes, that was the case at that time..."

"You're going tonight again. What were you thinking before you hit this shot?" Seger asked.

"Uh, I didn't think too much? You know, this (the final shot) is my responsibility, because I am the leader, and no matter the outcome, the result can only be decided by me. Maybe you will say that I am an authoritarian tyrant, so I tell you, I am indeed an authoritarian tyrant, and I can make my players shoot twenty or even thirty in each game, but the last goal must be handed over to me. There is no reason, it's just because my name is Doug Rachel!" Rachel's answer was very direct.

"Thank you for accepting my interview. I wish you to lead your team very, very, very far in the playoffs!" Seger is not a gossip reporter, so he knows what it means to stop when it is.

"Give me your microphone, I have another word!" Rachel said, patting Segal on the shoulder. Although Segal was a little surprised, she still handed the microphone to Rachel.

Rachel took the microphone and walked to the front of the camera, saying word by word: "Sir Three Inch, see you next time!"

Rachel's last finishing touch was immediately spread to the world through the TV signal, and almost all fans were happy because they knew that Mark Cuban was completely teased by Doug Rachel in this game.

After saying that, he handed the microphone to Segal who was covering his mouth and cramping, and walked quickly to the locker room. At this time, the locker room was cheering. After all, the victory was a bit tragic. Rachel did not participate in the celebration, but ran to the assistant coach to ask about Brad Miller's news. He learned from the assistant coach that Brad Miller had a sprained ankle and was suspended for at least one week. In other words, Brad Miller would miss at least one or even two playoff games.

With a long sigh, he walked straight to the bathroom and took a shower slowly. Not to mention, the best locker room of the visiting team in the league is Dallas. In a sense, Mark Cuban loves basketball. The main value of this love is reflected in his unscrupulous mouth and the Arabic numerals in his bank account that made David Stern salivate.

While Rachel was enjoying the pleasure of bathing, the press conference after the game had already begun. Since Dallas was the home team, the first person to be interviewed was Johnson, who was ashen (this seems to be the norm!). The first question of the reporter was straight to the point and asked him what he thought or thought about the game. He answered this way: "Uh, we played very well, Sartmento played very well today. We were a little panicked in the first half, so we gave them a little lead, but in the second half we made an adjustment immediately, we once scored back the score and even led, but something helpless happened. Doug Rachel took over the game and took over the game in a way that no one expected. His sudden outbreak on the offensive end caught us off guard, and we still lacked a little luck and some referee care, so we lost, that's all!"

"What do you mean is that the referee favored Doug Rachel?" The reporter took advantage of the situation and felt extremely tacit understanding as if he had been rehearsed.

"Yes, I think Doug Rachel had at least three or four fouls in the last three minutes, and the so-called 'winning steal' in the last one was obviously a foul of a thug. I even saw redness and swelling on Dirk's hand. I don't know why the referee didn't even yell that guy's foul. It's hard for me to accept this penalty!" From Johnson's big buck teeth, he saw that his mouth was also extraordinary.

"Will you want to appeal the alliance?"

"I don't have this plan. It's just a regular season game. It doesn't affect our record. We are still fourth in the West, so at this stage my focus is on the playoffs. Our opponent is Houston, not the team led by a first-year rookie."

After taking a shower, Rachel was caught by the assistant coach at the press conference. As soon as she sat down, the flash flashed constantly.

"Mr. Rachel, the head coach of the Mavericks said he had questions about your last steal. Do you have anything to say?" A reporter immediately brought out the question just now.

"What are his questions?" Rachel asked back.

"He thought you were fouled!"

"Tell him to tell the referee!" Rachel's answer was very concise and clear.

"Just just now, Mr. Johnson said that Josh Howard needs to rest for at least one week and a half, and he thinks that your move is suspected of intentional foul. Do you have anything to argue about his statement?" The reporter continued to provoke.

"My teammate Brad Miller is also injured. He needs to rest for at least one week!" This is Rachel's answer.

"You mean, because Josh Howard hurts Brad Miller, you took revenge on Josh Howard's?" The reporter continued to go deeper.

"That's what you said!" Rachel's answer was as cold as ever.

"So was there any premeditation in that action?"

"No one can predict what will happen on the basketball court, just like I can never predict that Brad will sprain his ankle if he dunks an empty basket. As for why the ball will fly to his face, it is even more unpredictable. In addition, I don't want to explain any more about this issue."

"Mr. Rachel, since you won this game and Denver lost, your opponent next is the Seattle Supersonics. They played great this year. Do you have the confidence to beat them?" The reporter asked a saliva question.

"You asked an idiot question, I have the confidence to defeat any opponent!" Rachel's answer was merciless and unconcealed.

"Just two hours ago, we saw supersonic insiders Jerome James and Reggie Evans issued a declaration of controversy to you. They said you were vulnerable in their eyes. They would tell you what this rookie means to playoffs, and they also said they wanted you to add an asshole to them. These are all what they said, and I just told you." The reporter who asked the question was a little nervous.

"Well, tell them I received their challenge declaration! But this does not mean that I take them seriously. I disdain a guy who relies on his height and the other relies on fake falls. If nothing unexpected happens, you will appreciate the various painful expressions on their faces in the next game. This will be a very interesting thing." Rachel's answer was very "calm"! But the strong smell of gunpowder made people shudder.

"We know that Bobby Jackson and Brad Miller will not return in a short period of time. Will this have an impact on Sartmento's tactical system?" A reporter asked a more professional question.

"There must be an impact, but we can still win." Rachel's answer was very firm.

"Mr. Rachel, what do you think of the 'genital size comparison door' that is currently rumored by the outside world?" A white reporter with gold-rimmed glasses stood up and asked with a lewd smile on his face.

"Well, I think if Mark Cuban thinks it's OK, I don't mind finding a professional photographer to take a photo of our genitals, and then post it to the adult website for everyone to make a review. I think everyone wants to see this scene." Rachel said with a smile.

Next, the reporters asked some more harmonious questions, and Rachel answered them all. Although some questions were answered more simply and clearly, they still satisfied everyone.
Chapter completed!