Champion Rules

Chapter 41 038: Hala Madrid! (Please read!)

For Catalan fans, it was a brutal public execution.

They were like those poor people who went fishing without helmets, and could only watch Lynch pick up stones and hit them on the head again and again.

13 points, 6 goals. In every round, Lynch's movements were frighteningly unhurried, as if all the time in the world belonged to him.

In the stands, Antonio Marcellas was shaking violently, with dampness spreading from his waistband to his trouser legs.

This was the most exhilarating climax of his life. He seemed to have experienced a soul-shaking baptism, with every pore releasing trembling ecstasy.

His assistant stared at the respectable scout in disbelief, while Antonio Marcellas calmly pulled his PDA from his inside jacket pocket.

"What are you looking at? Hasn't your wife ever performed for you? Take this, send a message to Mitch Kupchak."

The assistant took the PDA with trembling hands. In the days before smartphones, it was a must-have device for business people on business trips.

His face, which had turned blue from the pungent smell of ammonia, was reflected on the blue-ray screen, and the audience around him had already pinched their noses and stepped back three meters.

"What message to Mickey?"

"Tell Mitch that if we can't win the championship this season and if Shaq has to leave, he must find a way to send Shaq to the team with the No. 1 pick! No matter what the cost, we can't miss out on Lynch! Lynch's future value is worth betting on the entire team now! Send it to him immediately, without wasting a second!"

"What? Shaq is a legend!"

"Shut up, you don't know anything, it's not your turn to judge!"

After saying that, Marcellus turned and left, dragging his steaming pants.

"where are you going?"

"Go to the fan shop and buy some pants! If you tell anyone about what happened today, you're done!"

Ten rows away, the "Smiling Assassin"'s pen snaked across the small notebook he carried. No one knew what he was writing; they only saw him tear off the page, fold it up, and put it in his suit pocket.

Perhaps when the piece of paper soaked with ambition was put into the inner pocket of his suit, an undercurrent that would change the landscape of the NBA league had already quietly begun to surge.

Wizards coach Eddie Jordan is on the phone, probably asking owner Aby Pollin to tell that guy to completely forget about Dwight Howard and Emeka Okafor. If the Wizards get the No. 1 pick, Lynch will be the only correct answer.

John Paxson stood still, his eyes fixed on the court.

The familiar air, the sweat on the palms, and everything that had just happened seemed to have collided with Game 5 of the 1991 Finals across time and space.

As a witness at the time, he had no idea what he had accomplished. After the game, John Paxson, who hit consecutive jump shots, told reporters, "I just took those open shots."

But now, as a spectator, he deeply felt the greatness of this moment.

That kid has a fierce competitive spirit, a reluctance to stop competing, and a fear of responsibility, which was evident in this historic match of European basketball.

If Chicago needs a leader in the post-MJ era, someone like Lynch is the undisputed first choice.

All the NBA scouts, coaches and general managers who came to Finland tonight are doing the same thing at this moment, which is to ensure that their teams will get Lynch this summer.

This oriental teenager from Madrid is dragging the entire league into the center of a vortex of crazy competition with his incredible performance.

On the court, Lynch was hugging Theo.

Although the game was not over yet, he knew that everything was settled.

Behind them, shattered dignity floated in the empty pupils of the Barcelona players, and the limp Catalan flags in the stands were like dead leaves ravaged by a hurricane.

Their souls have been completely destroyed.

Teodosic, who usually keeps his emotions secret, had veins popping out of his neck, and his trembling fingertips were almost digging into Lynch's skin: "We are the European champions! We are the European champions!"

Lynch smiled and ruffled his teammate's curly hair: "He's the champion who ascended the throne by stepping on the corpse of the Triple Crown winner!"

Theo remembered the Christmas a year ago when he made a wish that he and Lynch would become the most valuable young players in Europe and that they would win a championship together.

Now, reality has far exceeded fantasy.

The Real Madrid bench had already turned into a boiling volcano. The players stood shoulder to shoulder, their feet on the sidelines, like a torrent about to break through a dam, waiting for the moment when the game would end.

When the referee signaled Barcelona to execute the final symbolic baseline ball, Dejan Bodiroga's hunched back seemed to carry the weight of the entire Catalonia. He, once known as the "Balkan Magician", picked up the basketball with a stiff posture and threw the ball to the ground casually.

The muffled "thud" was like the sound of a falling crown. The buzzer of the timer hitting zero ripped through the Finnish night sky, and a torrent of white instantly engulfed the stadium. A Real Madrid player lifted Lynch into the air. The boy's fluttering clothes swept past the falling streamers from the dome, intertwining with the roar of the Real Madrid fans in the stands, forming a hurricane that swept across Europe.

Outside the storm, Bodiroga still stood at the baseline, staring at the basketball that gradually stopped rolling on the floor.

It's over, it's all over.

He once proudly told the world in Catalonia that the future belonged to Lynch. Now, he is still the ruler of Europe.

It's not that he hasn't encountered young talents. When he won the European Championship for the first time in 2000, his opponent Bologna also had a young talented player named Manu Ginobili.

But that genius did not pose much threat to him. No matter how powerful a young genius is, he needs to go through the trials of time to achieve greatness.

But now, another young genius is arriving in the future much faster than he expected.

George Faka walked up and placed his hand on the Serbian's shoulder: "Maybe we are really old, man."

Bodiroga smiled bitterly. Yes, if he had only lost to Lynch, he wouldn't feel so frustrated.

But tonight, Lynch scored 43 points, but he was defended so hard that he only scored 10 points.

This is a brutal massacre of the older generation of players by the new generation.

Seeing Bodiroga looking gloomy, George Faka picked up the basketball from the ground and stuffed it into the Serbian's arms: "Our hearts will stop beating one day, but the legend we once forged will live forever."

Bodiroga was surprised that this usually frivolous Italian could say such a thing.

He nodded and walked away from George Fake.

"where to?"

"Go congratulate that child, oh no, not the child, go congratulate the monster who made the future come true in advance."

Bodiroga walked into the white waves, his eyes piercing through the reveling crowd and meeting Lynch's who was thrown up by his teammates in the center.

When the Serbian legend opened his arms, the young man generously threw himself in. The veteran stroked the young man's sweat-soaked jersey with his palm, as if touching the annals of basketball history being rewritten.

Not much was said between the two sides, but Lynch undoubtedly gained Bodiroga's respect.

Ten steps away, Real Madrid captain Ander Herreros, who had just played the last game of his career, leaned against the technical table in a daze.

He thought of Sabonis who led Real Madrid to win the European Championship last time.

The huge white wave that the Lithuanian giants set off when they won the cup is now sweeping across the entire stadium with even greater majesty.

Hereros reached out to catch a falling piece of paper and whispered to the void: "I tried to teach him everything you taught me, and guess what? He will be greater than all of us combined!"

Ten minutes later, Real Madrid president Florentino Perez appeared on the field and lifted the Europa League trophy with the players.

Lynch was selected as the MVP of the semi-finals, which means that this 18-year-old boy has swept the whole of Europe!

The host brought the topic to Lynch's lips and asked him to give his acceptance speech.

Lynch's excited brain was organizing words quickly, but suddenly, he remembered Misko's shout when he announced his destination on the phone a year ago.

So, Lynch held up the trophy and shouted, "Hala Madrid!"

“Hala Madrid!!!”

The voice that responded to him was a hundred times louder than the one that came on the phone a year ago.
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I feel like Lynch is like Felipe V, Charlemagne, and Caesar. Haha, I really hope Catalonia doesn't make this a basketball festival; they always like to celebrate the day they were conquered. —Marca. (The three individuals are the Spanish Bourbon king who conquered Catalonia, the Frankish emperor who conquered Catalonia, and the Roman governor who ruled the entire Iberian Peninsula; Catalonia's National Day is their own, and it's the day Felipe V captured Barcelona.)
Dwyane Wade put up incredible numbers in the second round of the playoffs. The rookie guard averaged 21 points, 5.7 assists, and 4 rebounds per game, shooting 48.9%. He's becoming the most influential player of the 03 generation. —Slam Dunk Magazine.

Carmelo Anthony and his Pistons have avenged their defeat against Jason Kidd's Nets, leaving them just one step away from reaching the Finals. "We believe in Melo; he'll definitely make it to the end with the team." - Detroit Free Press

At 18, Lynch led Real Madrid to a treble, and lottery teams are already eagerly awaiting the upcoming lottery drawing. The top pick is almost certain, but the key question is, who will get it? Will there be any unimaginable trades once the pick is confirmed? But I think Nike, Reebok, and adidas are the busiest right now. —NBA Time and Space

Lynch has immense potential, there's no doubt about that. Even though he hasn't made his NBA debut yet, I'd like to consider him one of the young Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, along with Melo, Dwyane Wade, and the great LeBron James. —David McMenamin

Does the future belong to Melo and LeBron? Don't forget Lynch. A golden age of talent is being ushered in prematurely by this young man from Madrid, unstoppable and unstoppable. —Sports Illustrated.

(Thanks to Lin Xi, abab Wuxianrener, Mei Laoban Budaomei and other big guys for the reward, thank you very much)

(End of this chapter)