"Congratulations, Goodwin!" Tim Duncan stood to one side, smiling as he watched Goodwin celebrate excitedly.
After Goodwin had calmed down a little, Duncan slowly stepped forward to congratulate this great opponent.
Looking at the radiant Goodwin before him, Tim Duncan could not help but feel deeply moved.
After all, Goodwin had already claimed seven championship trophies. To Tim Duncan, that number was simply unimaginable.
After all, throughout his long career, he had given everything he had and only lifted three championship trophies. Goodwin's achievements had already far surpassed his own.
Yet, faced with such a formidable opponent, Tim Duncan did not feel the slightest bitterness or resentment.
Because he knew that this series had been the final battle of his career. To go head-to-head with a superstar like Goodwin and fight until the very last moment was already a fitting conclusion for him.
Goodwin walked over to Tim Duncan with an apologetic look and gave him a heartfelt hug. "I'm sorry, Tim... Honestly, I feel a little reluctant right now. Last season, we sent off The Diesel, Shaquille O'Neal, and now we're saying goodbye to you too. Those opponents who once felt so familiar are leaving me one after another..."
Hearing that, Tim Duncan smiled in relief, patted Goodwin on the back, and comforted him. "Hey, Goodwin, you have nothing to apologize for. This championship trophy is an honor you earned. I'm very glad you didn't go easy on me in this game. If you had deliberately held back, I definitely wouldn't have let you off so easily!"
As he spoke, Tim Duncan burst into hearty laughter.
"Hahahahaha!" Goodwin laughed heartily at Duncan's humor.
"And you need to carry the hearts of us retired players with you as you move forward. We'll always be watching you." Tim Duncan patted Goodwin