mtl008 709 Curry doesn't want to clock out!
709 Curry doesn't want to clock out!
Miller chimed in, "That's absolutely right! Facing such a formidable player like Su Hao, the Spurs simply can't find a player who can match him. How can they possibly continue playing? Unless Su Hao suddenly decides not to play today, I doubt any team in the entire league has the ability to defeat them!"
At this moment, the fans in the stadium were still immersed in Su Hao's wonderful performance, and exclamations of amazement rose and fell.
Parker walked dejectedly to Su Hao's side, muttering in a low voice, "Su Hao, you went way too far! We've already been beaten to a pulp, and you still showed no mercy! Are you really trying to drive us to our doom?"
Hearing this, Su Hao couldn't help but laugh and reply, "Hey, look at what you're saying! If I really wanted to beat you guys to a pulp, believe me, you'd be more than thirty points behind by now!"
George Hill, who was standing not far away, chimed in, "That's right! With Su Hao's skill, if he had gone all out and taken this match seriously, we would have been far behind by much more points! It's clear that he held back to some extent!"
"With such a strong lineup, do we need them to let us win? We just didn't perform well!" Jefferson said, trying to sound calm.
With the end of the first half.
As the final whistle blew, players from both sides began to leave the field and return to their respective locker rooms.
At this moment, music started playing in the stadium, and the Spurs' beautiful cheerleaders made a dazzling appearance. With their passionate dance and energetic performance, they brought the atmosphere to another climax.
Meanwhile, the Clippers' locker room was filled with laughter and cheers.
Every player's face beamed with undisguised joy, as if victory was firmly in their grasp.
"If we can win this game, we'll be the only undefeated team in the league so far this season!"
David Lee's voice trembled with excitement.
"That's right! With Su Hao around, it's hard for us to lose the game! Don't you think so?" Gordon laughed and chimed in.
"Do you even need to tell me? We all know perfectly well that as long as Su Hao is on the court, not only will we continue to win, but we'll also be a shoo-in for the championship!" Rasul Butler said proudly.
Hearing his teammates' evaluation of him like that, Su Hao couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, are you guys flattering me? You always say that after a game, I get proud of it!"
However, Curry responded, "Su Hao, just be proud! To be honest, without you, our team would probably have had a much harder time achieving this winning streak!"
Su Hao quickly said modestly, "You can't say that. This winning streak isn't just my achievement. Your hard work and dedication on the field are equally important. Of course, our coach also deserves credit for his tactical arrangements and guidance."
As he spoke, Su Hao turned to look at the head coach standing to the side.
"Weren't you all amazed by my buzzer-beating shot just now?"
Su Hao smiled and looked at his teammates beside him.
The teammates looked at each other, and for a moment no one responded.
Finally, Curry broke the silence, saying, "Is it surprising that you performed like this? Su Hao, we've been playing together for so long, and you always step up in crucial moments. We're used to this kind of thing!"
Before he could finish speaking, David Lee chimed in, "That's right! Su Hao, you surprise us in almost every game. A buzzer-beater like that is just routine for you. We'd be surprised if you didn't have such a great performance on the court one day!"
After saying that, he gently patted Su Hao on the shoulder to show his approval.
Not only the Clippers players, but also all the fans at the scene and players from other teams have gradually adapted to and recognized Su Hao's overwhelming strength on the court.
Whenever Su Hao steps onto the basketball court, a sense of anticipation rises in people's hearts, hoping that he will create another amazing moment.
At this moment, David Lee lowered his voice and whispered in Su Hao's ear, "Su Hao, the first half is over, but we're only leading the Spurs by about thirty points. Judging from their momentum at the start of the second half, they don't seem to be planning to give up easily and still want to fight back! Hey, do you think it's possible for us to clock out early?"
"Shouldn't being able to clock out be a goal that we all work together to achieve? Why has it become something I have to worry about all by myself?" Su Hao looked at his teammates with a puzzled expression.
Gordon chimed in, "That's because you're incredibly skilled! As long as you have the ball in your hands, we all feel completely reassured! But speaking of which, did you hold back a bit in the first half?"
Hearing this, Curry retorted, a little annoyed, "What? You're not satisfied with a lead of over thirty points? Do you really want to stretch the score to over fifty points and turn the second half into garbage time?"
Seeing Curry's serious expression, Su Hao laughed and said, "Hey, you were just thinking about clocking out early, weren't you? Why are you saying this now? Haven't you had enough fun yet?"
"It's not that I didn't get enough playing time!" Curry quickly retorted.
"I just think you really put in a lot of effort in the first half! Otherwise, how could you have forced your way through four defenders and made that buzzer-beating three-pointer at the end?"
Su Hao smiled and turned to Curry, asking, "Alright, Curry, what do you think we should do for the second half?"
"We'll follow your arrangements! Don't expect me to offer any good advice!"
After saying that, Curry walked away!
The Spurs' locker room didn't seem so harmonious.
Everyone looked somewhat forlorn and dejected, as if shrouded in a heavy gloom.
At this moment, they finally realized that even with a superstar like Duncan, they still lacked the real strength to compete with the powerful Clippers.
"Coach, we're down by more than thirty points right now, and there are still two quarters left in the game. Do you think we should do what the other teams do and strategically give up the game?" Jefferson asked Popovich in a low voice.