The Golden Age of Basketball

Chapter 2247 - 48: Hill (End of Volume)_3

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Chapter 2247: Chapter 48: Hill (End of Volume)_3

Before warming up, Porter grabbed Gan Guoyang and quietly asked, "Is this our last collaboration?"

Gan Guoyang patted Porter’s shoulder and firmly said, "Yes, the last time, you can rest well."

Porter looked at Gan Guoyang, with tears in his eyes.

At seven-thirty in the evening, Gump Stadium, the fourth game of the finals is about to begin.

Celebrities from all walks of life have come to the scene, including MJ who hasn’t appeared for a long time, the former Trail Blazers owner Tang Jianguo, and a host of stars.

It was as grand as when Gan Guoyang led the team to their first three-peat in Portland in 1988.

Glory’s starting lineup hasn’t changed, while the Cavaliers sent Chris Weber to start.

This is the Cavaliers’ desperate gamble.

Their offense was terrible in the first three games, and Carl hoped the aging Weber could still shine and add depth to the team’s offense.

LeBron James looks somewhat numb, his mediocre performance in the finals has been disappointing, facing the elderly Ah Gan and Glory, his shortcomings were infinitely magnified.

You can lose, but you can’t lose so miserably, being rendered helpless by the defensive strategy of "letting you shoot."

Besides, you’re not without help, Arenas is good enough, but the two haven’t produced a 1+1 greater than 2 effect.

Trailing 0-3, the overall situation is set, only the Cavaliers are still struggling.

After the game started, the Cavaliers played well indeed.

Arenas and James finally had some chemistry.

Their strong-weak side coordination pulled apart Glory’s defensive space, creating offensive opportunities for teammates.

Brad Miller and Chris Weber’s coordination in the paint made the Cavaliers’ offense seamless.

In fact, Carl once wanted to implement a Princeton-based offensive system in the Cavaliers.

Miller, Weber, Arenas, Fenli, the results wouldn’t be bad.

But James refused, he wouldn’t.

The Cavaliers quickly took a double-digit lead in the first quarter and maintained it until the end of the quarter.

As the second quarter started, Glory began to fight back, but the situation was still under Cavaliers’ control.

The point difference remained over 10 points, which made the fans at the scene a bit anxious.

Gan Wenshan, sitting in the VIP box, kept watching the score, more impatient than anyone.

Of course, he wouldn’t show it on his face.

This year he is a freshman, leading Gonzaga University into the Sweet Sixteen.

He rejected the teams’ frantic draft invitations, planning to play for another year.

His goal is to lead Gonzaga to win the championship, not just make the Sweet Sixteen.

He has grown to 206 cm, his personality has stabilized a lot, no longer mischievous like when he was a child.

A great father brings him a lot of pressure, now he rarely communicates with Gan Guoyang.

His sister sitting beside him looked relaxed, saying, "Don’t worry, Dad is sure to win."

"As if you know so well."

"The Cavaliers went all out at the start, they’re already at their wit’s end, watch and see."

Gan Wenshan had to admit, his sister is much smarter than him.

Sure enough, towards the end of the second quarter, Gan Guoyang suddenly started to exert himself.

He hit consecutive mid-range jump shots, unstoppable, and increasingly accurate.

An 11-2 offensive surge nearly erased the point difference.

The Cavaliers obviously had no more tricks left, Chris Weber’s energy was limited.

He’s much younger than Gan Guoyang, only 33 this year, but injuries have destroyed him.

At halftime, the Cavaliers were only leading by 1 point.

As the third quarter began, Gan Guoyang, who had found his offensive rhythm, started his offensive show.

Past half-court, inside the three-point line, any spot, catching the ball he could shoot, and he’d make it.

The unstoppable mid-range, skilled footwork, and exquisite timing control, are the condensed skills of his over twenty years in basketball.

No matter how the Cavaliers changed defensive strategies, they couldn’t stop Gan Guoyang from putting the ball into the basket.

He didn’t enter the so-called "zone" mode, he stayed clear-headed, his back hurt, his feet felt heavy.

He’s 42, really old as an athlete.

The numbers 1-16 on the sideline, with just the last 16 remaining.

Is he enjoying the game? Not really, very exhausted, as if over twenty years of hardship and sweat all surged at the last moment.

Soon, Gan Guoyang had already scored 30 points, helping Glory achieve an 8-point lead.

The Cavaliers resisted fiercely, they weren’t giving up.

James started repeatedly attacking the basket, Arenas’ breakthroughs and stop-jump shots had high hit rates.

Marshall and Gibson hit three-pointers, and the Cavaliers closed in on the score.

Gan Guoyang hit a three-pointer and intercepted James’ pass, assisting Gerald Wallace for a layup.

In the seesaw battle, Gan Guoyang gradually started to feel the back pain disappear, he knew it was due to a large release of adrenaline.

Both sides were stalemated until the final three minutes of the fourth quarter, and the Cavaliers finally couldn’t hold it together and collapsed.

James missed two three-point attempts and committed a turnover in the attack, leading to consecutive counterattacks by Glory.

Allen Iverson made a layup, Rondo made a layup, Yao Ming caught Holi’s pass and slammed dunk in the middle!

The situation finally became clear, the point gap widened to 12 points, the Cavaliers were finished.

Entering the last minute, Porter called a timeout and substituted Gan Guoyang off the court.

Gan Guoyang seemed not to hear, he stood on the court for a moment, the entire audience erupted in warm applause and cheers.

Mutombo came over and said to Gan Guoyang, "Sonny, time to sub out, rest well."

Gan Guoyang looked at Mutombo’s face older than his and then at the basket, looked at the floor.

"Oh man, my back started hurting again."

Gan Guoyang felt a sharp pain in his back, he held his waist with both hands and slowly walked off the court.

He crossed the sideline, as if overcoming a hill.

He wanted to look back once more, but ultimately held back.

Because he didn’t want to cry at this moment, it would be embarrassing.

(End of Volume Three "Hill" of "Bronze Dice", end of "Bronze Dice.")

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