"Coach Mike, why didn't you let Larry Hughes play in the fourth quarter? What happened at the end of the third, that Larry Hughes would roar in such an occasion, and what considerations did you have for not letting the excellent Larry Hughes play?"
The Cavaliers have won the championship!
Mike Brown was rarely interviewed by reporters on the court. To avoid suspicion, he hadn't let Xiao Gen ask the first question, but instead, he was met with such a tricky question right from the start.
Mike Brown really wanted to slap himself. He should have just let Xiao Gen ask directly. Why did he have to show off? Now, facing such a question from the reporter, Mike was instantly in a dilemma.
He was not a coach good at improvising.
The air suddenly became weird.
Behind him were cheering fans, as well as Cavaliers players and fans happily taking photos.
And the Lakers fans, who were about to explode. Many fans hadn't left and were shouting that the players didn't deserve to return to Los Angeles.
Against this backdrop, Mike Brown felt a lot of pressure.
"I think I can answer this question for the coach."
At this moment, Big Z appeared next to Mike Brown. Especially after hearing what Big Z said, Mike Brown immediately felt a sense of kinship towards Big Z.
"Because we were too excited before and overlooked the objective facts. Fatigue and form are difficult to maintain after a rest or interruption. In fact, the fact that I came back on the court in the fourth quarter is enough to explain this issue."
The reporter was clearly not satisfied with Big Z's answer. As soon as Big Z finished speaking, he fired off questions like a rapid-fire gun: "Does Larry Hughes think the same way? If so, why was Larry so angry?"
"I'm sorry, that's your second question."
Mike Brown finally reacted and retorted directly, without giving the reporter a chance to argue. He then turned to Xiao Gen and said, "Xiao, it's your turn to ask."
"Okay, Coach Mike." Xiao Gen took the microphone. "Mike, do you think f/"
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"Tang, you've won the championship, congratulations."
While everyone was surrounded by fans and reporters, Tang Long was also surrounded by Swift and the other two. As they spoke, reporters took photos, and tomorrow's front page was secured.
NBA's youngest championship player has a showdown with a Hollywood actress.
"Thank you."
"Just verbal thanks?"
Scarlett squeezed between Swift and Gal Gadot, her gaze, like a beautiful flower, fixed on Tang Long's eyes, almost pressing against his chest.
"What else?" Tang Long retorted impatiently. "I'm the one who won the championship. Shouldn't you be celebrating for me? Why am I thanking you?"
"Hmph, you wish. If the three of us congratulated someone else, who knows how they would welcome us, unlike you, who looks so reluctant."
"Exactly."
Gal Gadot chimed in, "These people are just ungrateful."
"You two are quite a pair," Tang Long said suspiciously, his eyes darting between Gal Gadot and Scarlett.
These two had always been at odds. Whenever Scarlett said something, even if it was correct, Gal Gadot would find a way to argue with her. Now, they were in sync, which was beyond Tang Long's expectation.
Scarlett and Gal Gadot exchanged glances, then discreetly glanced at Swift. Their tacit understanding meant neither said anything.
At this moment, Mike Brown's voice came from behind them.
"Tang."
"Coach."
Tang Long quickly introduced Scarlett and the other two to Mike Brown.
Actually, there was no need for introductions. The three of them often appeared at the Quicken Loans Arena and sometimes met during dinners. However, Mike Brown rarely participated in player dinners unless he was the organizer, and Scarlett and the others weren't there. So, they knew of each other's existence but couldn't put names to faces.
After some polite exchanges, Mike Brown pulled Tang Long aside.
They didn't talk for long, but from Tang Long's surprised expression, it was clear that Mike Brown's words had greatly shocked him.
When Tang Long returned to the three women alone, his expression was still one of shock.
"What's wrong?"
Scarlett waved her hand in front of Tang Long's eyes, feeling that he was behaving very unusually.
Gal Gadot felt the same. She just felt that Tang Long was a bit absent-minded, which was very rare. So, both Scarlett and Gal Gadot were a little confused, not understanding why a simple conversation with the coach would make his face look so constipated.
"Tang, did you get the FMVP?"
Tang Long looked at Swift in surprise, paused for a moment, and then nodded.
Not bad.
Taylor was indeed smart, to have guessed that he had won the Finals FMVP.
"Really, Tang, that's amazing."
Scarlett was genuinely happy for Tang Long.
From the time Tang Long started playing for the Cavaliers until now, she had witnessed his journey. Now that Tang Long had won the FMVP, and was the youngest FMVP in NBA history, this honor alone was enough for Tang Long to enter the Hall of Fame.
"You guy, why aren't you happy after winning the FMVP? You look so glum, that's too fake," Gal Gadot glared at Tang Long and said grumpily, "You almost scared me."
"I guess Tang feels this honor should have gone to LeBron James," Swift looked at Tang Long. "Is that right?"
Tang Long nodded.
Taylor was the youngest and seemed to be the smartest.
Not only did she guess that the league had given him the FMVP, but her expression clearly indicated that she had also guessed why he was so surprised to receive this honor.