From 2003 to now, seven years have passed, and the Spurs have never scored in the championship again.

This forced the team to seek change, and Duncan was the victim of this change.

In the new season, the team will play a fast-paced attack, and Duncan will definitely be very uncomfortable. The decline in data is a foreseeable result.

But there is no way, it's all for the team.

For the team, to restore the glory of San Antonio, and for the championship!

What is this?

He wasn't even afraid of knee pain!

Well, Duncan's knee cartilage has been worn out to a point where he has already had a bone hit.

People say that Tim Duncan, that old guy, will become history after playing for two more seasons.

But Duncan doesn't think so. He feels that he can continue to fight for San Antonio for a long time.

Until the O'Brien Cup is held again.

"Hey, Tim, how about rest?" At this time, the Argentinian walked up to Duncan with a smile on his face.

I looked at Manu's hair, hey, Lao Dao has been getting worse every year...

"I have a good rest, Manu, where are you?"

"I'm so excited. The old man said that I'm the core next season. You won't be jealous of me, right?" Ginobili smiled wickedly.

"Hmph, I don't know, where is Tony?"

"Practice three-pointers, you know, our strategy next season will give us a lot of three-point shooting opportunities. He is also very hard-working. How about Tim? Are you ready to surprise the entire league? The elderly Spurs are fucking back."

Manu said, stretching out her fist.

He smiled blankly, and then fisted with Manu.

The river in San Antonio is upstream, and the Argentinians still seem to have long hair fluttering, and French sports cars look like teenagers.

I stood up and moved my knees.

Tim Duncan from Wake Forest University is about to make his debut!

Chris Paul was still urging himself crazy, and Howard did not come on the first day of training today.

Without thinking, it must have been to save the soul again last night.

And this guy is no longer satisfied with saving one by one recently. He now likes saving one by one...

Paul couldn't stand his attitude very much, but he always told himself: "If you bear it, if you bear it, if you bear it, if you bear it, if you bear it, we are still the best in the West!"

Be patient, be patient...

But I have obviously endured so much.

Paul was furious and very unwilling to lose to the Trail Blazers last season.

Howard was chatting and laughing in front of the media: "Man, we just lost a regular season game, what's the big deal?"

In the Western Conference Finals, Howard was beaten by Yao Ming and couldn't take care of himself. He could not do anything except his angry iron elbow.

But after a defeat, he could still show the Superman logo under his jersey to the reporter with a smile.

After coming to the Warriors who were in a smooth journey, he found happiness again.

So much so that it seemed that I had forgotten why I left.

Paul shook his head and did not continue to think about these messy things.

In any case, at least their goals are consistent.

Now, they are still partners.

As an MVP, you have to catch up with Brother Wei in the championship!

Well, he may be one of the few players who have become an MVP, but he still wants to prove that he can.

Wayne is his best friend, but...

He doesn't want to live under the halo of that giant forever.

On the first day of the Trail Blazers training camp, Stephenson was hit on the ground by Wei Ge.

Stephenson covered his nose and blood flowed out from the cracks of his fingers.

"You're just a hairy!" Wayne frowned, looked at Fenson sitting on the ground, and shouted loudly.

No one dared to come forward, and no one dared to dissuade him.

This is Wayne's team, and when he gets angry, no one can interfere with him.

Stephenson looked at Wayne with fear in his eyes.

Well, he felt that he was already a villain.

But this number 99 is obviously even more rogue than himself.

What a fucking trick.

During today's training, Stephenson kept urging "I'm from Brooklyn, Brooklyn."

The identity of a New Yorker gives Fenson a sense of honey superiority.

When the trainer criticized Finson's shot, he had a fierce argument with the trainer.

At that time, he kicked over a trash can and was about to leave.

This incredible New York child was already well-known as the age of 12 and was already spoiled by the praises of the street neighbors.

He is a pretentious genius, and he doesn't want a country trainer from Tennessee to point fingers at him.

In New York, he could do whatever he wanted. He thought, there was no difference here.

At this time, Wayne put down the basketball and shouted: "If you leave this stadium today, I will never come back. You idiot who no one wants."

The proud Stephenson felt the insult for the first time, and no one dared to speak to the talented teenager in Brooklyn like this.

He widened his eyes and quickly approached Wayne.

He cursed and raised his hand and punched him.

He wants Wayne to know that Brooklyn children are not allowed to be insulted.

In the flash of lightning, Fenson felt suddenly dark in front of him.

Then his legs became weak and he fell down.

This genius boy knew for the first time that not everyone was afraid of him, and not everyone was spoiled by him.

Not everyone will be brought down by him in two or three strokes.

"You're just a hairy! Fuck Brooklyn genius. Did the Knicks choose you? They didn't even invite you to try out, right? Even your hometown team doesn't want you anymore, genius.

You know better than anyone else that no one is optimistic about your trash. If you leave here, you can only try your luck in overseas leagues.

If you want to get out, then get out, but it is impossible to come back again if you get out.

If you want to tell those teams that missed you, they are all a bunch of idiots, put away your damn pride and listen to the trainer's words.

If you want to fight me and stand up like a man, I will always be with you.

Fuck Brooklyn genius!”

After scolding, Wayne walked away and continued to train.

After Wayne finished singing the black face, his sister-in-law went up to sing the white face.

He asked about Fenson's situation and called the team doctor.

Fenson's eyes were dull and he couldn't say a word.

Look, the child is scared.

Well, his false self-esteem was ruthlessly exposed by Wayne.

He posed proudly, just not wanting to be looked down upon.

But this is just self-deception.

He did not receive a trial invitation from the New York team, and he attended his own draft at a bar in Brooklyn.

His agent told him: "It's a fucking miracle that you can be selected in the first round!"

His false self-esteem...is worthless.

After the team doctor stuffed Fenson's nose with two big pieces of cotton, his sister-in-law asked him to go back to the locker room to rest.

At this time, Fenson stood up and shook his head gently.

"I...I'm fine. That, thank you, spit...I've gone to training."

No one spoiled him here.

Seeing Fenson stuffing two large pieces of cotton back to training, everything returned to normal.
To be continued...