LeBron James, your house got robbed.

Chapter 116 That patch of wine red

Cavaliers beat reporter Alva finally managed to find Thompson, who made the game-winning shot.

"Hey Klay, we're curious about what it's like to hit a game-winning shot on the Finals stage?"

Thompson wiped the sweat from his brow again and again until his heaving chest calmed down a little.

"I guess I can finally get a good night's sleep."

"Ever since I missed that shot in the Eastern Conference Finals, I've been dreaming about that shot every night for two weeks in a row."

"In the world of my dreams, no matter how hard I tried, I could never make that damn shot. Every time, the ball would hit the front of the rim, and the sound of it hitting the metal echoed in my head all night long. The piercing sound was like a blow to my nerves."

"I can't calm my mind until I wake up in the morning."

A flicker of surprise crossed Alva's face; she hadn't expected such an answer. She immediately reassured her, "Now you've done it."

"Yes, that's right, I did it."

Thompson lightly clenched his fist.

"I did it."

"I made that damn shot."

Gabby came out from the side and shoved the championship hat onto Thompson's head.

"Let's go, kid. You're the hero of the day. Listen to me, enjoy this moment."

The staff had already set up the stage, so Alva had no choice but to end the interview.

Winning the championship away from home meant the awards ceremony was relatively simple.

The stadium was almost completely empty of fans, with only a few Cavaliers fans who had followed the team remaining on the sidelines, dancing wildly and eagerly anticipating the game.

Stern came out, microphone in hand, and got straight to the point.

"I represent the NBA—"

Paul stood next to the championship trophy, holding his child.

CP4 reached out her little hand and tried to touch the golden trophy in front of her.

Garnett shook his big head, pulling Jeremy Lin, who was having a breakout day, with saliva flying everywhere.

Leonard and Thompson spoke in hushed tones, and Thompson's constant hand gestures betrayed his inner emotions.

"Gilbert, this trophy belongs to you."

Stern picked up the championship trophy from the table and handed it to Gilbert, who was standing next to him.

Congratulations, world champions!

Gilbert turned to face the players and raised the championship trophy high with both hands.

"Cleveland, this is for you."

The players responded in kind, their shouts rising and falling in a chaotic cacophony, bearing the air of victors.

"Champion, champion, champion!"

The fans at the stadium greeted the trophy with the loudest cheers of their lives.

Chen Shuo took the trophy from Gilbert and carefully looked it over.

The golden basketball is frozen in time at the moment it "flies into the basket".

The final inscription is on the beveled base nameplate.

[2012 NBA Champions]

ClevelandCavaliers

Chen Shuo knew this was just the beginning.

After gently kissing the trophy, he handed the Larry O'Brien Trophy to the restless players behind him.

Every player eagerly passed around the hard-won championship trophy, hugging it, taking photos with it, and raising it in their hands. Only Garnett clung tightly to the trophy, refusing to let go.

He repeated the phrase in a low voice: "Anything is possible."

He never thought about leaving Minnesota; he just wanted to give his all on the court and play every minute of every game to the best of his ability. He never imagined that in the first season of the reunion of the two teams, they would win the NBA championship they had always dreamed of.

Unexpectedly, years later, a similar story unfolded again, and they won another championship trophy in their first season after the trade.

The basketball court was Garnett's place of redemption. The primal energy within him that should have destroyed him was unexpectedly released on the court, ultimately leading him to greatness.

All along, what Garnett really wanted to do was play basketball.

Anything is possible as long as you give it your all on the court.

Garnett's biggest fear is being traded to a retirement team.

It seems I still have plenty of time to trash talk to rookies on the court, taunt them, scare them, and welcome them to the NBA.

This feels really good.

Stern's voice, when he spoke again, calmed the restlessness in the room somewhat.

"2012 NBA Finals Most Valuable Player"

Stern paused briefly, then raised his voice: "Chris One."

Paul was pushed out by his teammates, holding his son in one arm and accepting the FMVP trophy with the other.

A staff member standing nearby, holding a microphone, said, "I still can't believe we're the champions."

"I lost a meniscus in New Orleans."

"This made me doubt whether I could ever touch the championship trophy again."

"After arriving in Cleveland, the doubts dissipated over time. Here you'll find the best players, the best coaching staff, the best general manager, and the best boss."

"We are all working towards the same goal, we learn from each other and grow together to form a real team, and I began to realize that I can help the team in many more ways."

"We played different roles on the field, but each of us gave our all every minute."

"From that series in Indiana, I started to believe that we would win the championship, and I have always believed it without a doubt."

Paul put down the CP4 he was holding, took the microphone, paused for a moment, and then said with a hint of helplessness, "When I was injured, I was furious. I pounded my thigh muscles and complained to God for the first time, why did He have to play such a cruel trick on me, why did He always have to put me one step away from victory?"

"Every time in the past, I saw the hope of winning, but I always ended up being the loser. I hate that feeling so much."

"It's like destiny in religious stories, carrying an irresistible will."

"It was Chen who told me to trust my teammates and that I would bring the championship trophy back to Cleveland. He was as determined as he was every moment of the past season."

"And that's how it all happened."

I can't describe how I feel right now.

Paul's voice suddenly choked up as he raised the FMVP trophy with one hand.

"Thank you, my brothers. This honor belongs to all of you."

The ceremony was quite brief.

Grant stood in the players' tunnel and handed Chen Shuo a pair of goggles.

"You are definitely a better candidate than me."

Chen Shuo wanted to say something, but Grant had already walked over and handed out the goggles from the box to the players behind him.

Chen Shuo shook his head, put on his goggles, and headed straight for the changing room.

"He's here, he's here."

Garnett, clutching a champagne bottle as if he were holding a machine gun, sprayed it directly at Chen Shuo.

White foam splattered, and Chen Shuo instinctively shut his mouth, grabbing a bottle of handy weapon as he ran.

"When Garnett realized his teammates weren't keeping up, he turned around and saw Thompson and Jeremy Lin still holding the bottle and studying it."

"Newbie, don't use that girly method, just shake it hard."

"Hurry up!" Almost the instant Garnett urged him, Chen Shuo twisted the bottom of the bottle and finally opened the cork, aiming directly at the roaring Garnett.

Thompson and Lin also violently shook the bottle, spraying the cork off and aiming the bottle at Garnett in the middle.

The wolf king ripped off his jersey, howled to the sky, and let the foam spray all over his body.

"Is this all the strength you have?"

When the other players joined in, white foam flew everywhere, and Chen Shuo could barely see the person in front of him. He just kept shaking the bottle to release his emotions.

He shouted loudly as he sprayed bottle after bottle of champagne.

"Chen is here!" Paul's voice had barely rang out when Chen Shuo was hit by a dozen jets of water, so much so that even his goggles couldn't withstand the damage.

At Johns Hopkins International Airport, Cleveland fans have been gathering outside the fences on both sides of the tarmac since the early hours of the morning.

After watching the awards ceremony, Andrew and his family drove straight to the airport. He thought they were early enough, but the parking lot was already full.

Many signs around the area displayed the number 48, a number that Cleveland residents had waited far too long for, a wait spanning two generations.

Andrew wasn't in a hurry at all; compared to those elderly people who had waited for 48 years, he felt incredibly lucky.

A hot, fishy smell wafted from the crowd, making Andrew feel a bit nauseous, yet also giving off a warm, comfortable, and pleasant feeling.

He recalled what Chen Shuo had said a year ago.

Andrew read it out softly, word by word: "Hey guys, everything will be alright, starting with this game."

Andrew desperately wished that time could stop at this moment and last forever.

"They're here, they're here!"

A gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by the rumble of engines. Countless people looked up at the same time as an airplane emerged from the white clouds.

It started small, gradually grew bigger, got closer and closer, and the dream became reality.

The plane landed smoothly on the runway, and two fire trucks took their positions on either side of the runway, spraying water jets into the sky in a crisscross pattern, with sunlight filtering through the mist.

Chen Shuo was the first to step out of the cabin.

A sea of ​​people in wine-red robes surged forth, and the enormous cheers were like a strong gust of wind, blowing directly towards Chen Shuo.

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