Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 489 The End, Investiture of the Gods

Inside the studio.

"My heart, damn it, my heart!" Barkley clutched his chest, unable to bear the shock.

With one minute remaining, Durant hit a three-pointer to give the team the lead and complete the comeback.

This is already a goal worth bragging about.

In a battle of heroes, with 6.8 seconds left, Yao Ming hit a skyhook over the defense.

In the decisive Game 7, in the final moments, he faced off against former world number one center Shaquille O'Neal and unleashed a skyhook.

Anyone in this situation could brag about this for a lifetime.

Yao Ming has achieved legendary status, scoring 37 points in the game. The title of the world's most dominant center has changed hands.

But it's not enough.

When bayonets clash, a victor must ultimately emerge.

6.8 seconds!
Durant stepped up.

He did not believe that the long night was coming, because the torch was in his hand.

He wielded his scythe like the Grim Reaper, taking away the Knicks' last glimmer of hope.

Barkley clutched his heart, exclaiming that he couldn't take it.

Across from him, Kenny Smith had already slammed his fist on the table and was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Only by shouting and yelling could he express his excitement at this moment.

Four months shy of 19, breaking records, historic, Smith kept babbling, all sorts of words just kept popping out of his mouth like they were free.

There's no way around it, it's been a very, very long time since I've seen such an amazing goal.

"Tang, you're practically a magician!"

Smith shouted across the distance, "What kind of magic did you use to make Durant so powerful?"

"My God, you shouldn't be the league's vice president. You have the Midas touch, and you have the ability to create the world's best basketball players."

He pointed at the camera and yelled, "See? As long as you have top-notch talent, trust Tang. He can turn you into the best player. Kevin Durant is the best proof of that."

"Forgive me, I'm too excited, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."

Smith was so excited that he blurted out whatever came to mind.

Just like the noisy studio, the American Airlines Arena erupted in cheers.

An abstract celebration had already begun in the stands.

He's a Floridaer, after all.

Some excited fans even tried to climb over the fence and rush onto the field.

There was also a blonde woman who ripped off her bra and threw it onto the court, trying to attract Durant's attention.

Durant didn't care. Just as Posey pulled him up, O'Neal rushed over, gave him a bear hug, and lifted Durant up.

The next moment, all the teammates and uniformed staff rushed forward.

Everyone was screaming hysterically.

Durant did the same, clenching his fists and pounding his chest like a gorilla.

Everyone went crazy.

In Game 7, he delivered consecutive game-winning shots, single-handedly securing the final five points and leading his team to victory. The miracle that everyone had been hoping for before the game had come true.

While some revel, others are filled with sorrow.

Wade stood there dejectedly with his hands on his hips. On the last play, he wasn't out of position and his prediction was correct, but he just couldn't defend against it.

He stared blankly at Durant, who was surrounded by people, looking lost.

We're both human, how can you be so awesome?

Yao Ming shared the same idea.

In this game, Yao Ming felt that he had given his all and burned himself out.

Especially in the final seconds, the skyhook over O'Neal was one of the most incredible shots in the long history of the NBA.

As a result, they were reversed and defeated in the final moments.

With a sigh, Yao Ming admitted it wasn't that he couldn't accept defeat, but he did feel a bit of regret.

"Let's go."

He turned and patted Wade on the shoulder, but sadly, the game was already over.

Wade didn't move, just stared blankly, his gaze complex.

"Dwayne, don't think too much about it," Yao Ming comforted him.

Wade shook his head and said, "Yao, I can't help but think about it."

"I was very upset about losing the game, but what upset me even more was seeing the gap between us."

He turned to Yao Ming and explained his meaning, saying, "If it were before, if I lost to someone, I might have felt that I didn't work hard enough, that I didn't meet a good trainer, or that I still had technical problems."

"But now, I'm training with a trainer, and I'm working hard enough, but I'm still getting defeated. There's only one reason for that: I'm not talented enough."

For the first time, Wade felt a strong sense of frustration.

If someone was taught by the same mentor and is not as good as Durant, there is no other reason than that they are not talented enough.

Realizing this is what hurts Wade the most.

These words left Yao Ming speechless.

And we have to admit that Wade was right.

The kid on the other side has ridiculously high talent.

He's so tall, yet he plays like a guard.

"Let's go." Yao Ming pulled Wade up and turned to leave.

The celebration at the scene lasted for a long time.

Until the awards ceremony.

Tangsen personally presented the Eastern Conference championship trophy to the Heat.

Seeing Durant holding the trophy high, it would be impossible for Tang Sen not to feel gratified.

Also, since Jordan is here, we can't let him go unused. "Michael."

Tang Sen pulled Jordan along, greeted the reporters, and took a photo with Durant.

Jordan, forced to work, quickly rolled his eyes but didn't refuse.

Jordan still felt uneasy about being dragged to the stage by Stern to claim he was the successor to the basketball god.

But today, he really saw a reflection of himself in Durant.

Durant truly has the ability to take over from me and become the next basketball god.

Rookie season, Grand Slam, it's insane.

"Tang, are you sure my son can't?" After the photo was taken, Jordan asked secretly, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Tang Sen laughed and pretended not to hear.

This night was destined to belong to the Heat.

In the decisive Game 7 against the Knicks, Durant scored 44 points, successfully ascending to legendary status.

However, the Heat's journey is not over yet.

The finals are just around the corner.

But nobody thought the sun could stop the heat.

June 6th, the first game of the finals.

Right there at the American West Arena, in the Suns' home court, the Heat were on fire.

Durant scored 39 points and O'Neal added 31, leading his team to an easy victory over the Suns.

After defeating the Knicks, the Heat seemed to have been reborn, and the entire team exuded an indescribable confidence.

Especially Durant.

He has evolved again.

That game-winning shot gave him amazing confidence.

Just like Jordan overcame setbacks and finally got past the Bad Boys, nothing could stop him after that.

This Game 7 will be Durant's own Bad Boys army.

With a score of 4-1, the Heat unsurprisingly lifted the championship trophy at home.

With an average of 37.4 points per game, Durant also won his first Finals MVP award, achieving a career grand slam.

Connecting these honors with his age always feels unreal.

During his FMVP acceptance speech, Durant shed tears several times, and at the end, he turned his head and emotionally said that his mother was the real MVP.

Stern and Townsend stood together and applauded along with the audience.

“Don, this is also your success,” Stern said softly, maintaining his smile.

Durant's success is Townsend's success.

"So Tang, have you considered training another person?"

The god of basketball has been found, but even a god needs an opponent.

Tang Sen turned to look at him, giving him an inquiring look.

Stern said softly, "I mean that brat named Oden."

Tang Sen suddenly realized.

This year's draft favorite is undoubtedly Greg Oden.

A guy who claims to be the next Bill Russell.

This is what Connors boasts about.

Oden's agent is Connors.

For those draft prospects, signing with Connors could allow them to leverage Connors' connections and gain early access to the million-dollar training camp.

So Oden came.

I just arrived in New York a few days ago.

"Okay."

Tang Sen thought for a moment and said.

He has significant risk of injury, but his talent is also decent.

He's not unintelligent; whether he can develop his skills depends on his goal.

If his goal is players of Yao Ming or Dwight Howard's caliber, it doesn't seem like enough.

"But who knows?"

Tang Sen added another sentence.

Whether it works or not, you'll only know after you practice.

As for the duel between the two giants that Stern hoped for, the destined rivals, Tang Sen glanced at Durant in the crowd.

It's difficult to estimate.

For at least the next ten years, Tang Sen believes that no one can suppress Durant.

Just then, Durant, who was in the crowd, remembered something and turned to look for Tang Sen.

Soon, his eyes locked on Tang Sen.

He raised the FMVP trophy in mid-air, shook it, and grinned at Tang Sen like a child.

He was so silly that he made Tang Sen laugh.

But I felt mostly relieved.

Just like...

Tang Sen was a little distracted, recalling a few years ago when he arrived in Gainesville wearing his only decent suit, driving his beat-up pickup truck, and bearing the title of a weight magic master.

In that dilapidated basketball arena, he won over Kwame Brown with his basketball skills.

Then, seeing the longing in his eyes, she said to him, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

(End of this chapter)