No Suspense, Gold Medal Secured

The day before the London Olympics men's basketball final:

"Bro, just as expected, our final opponent is the Dream Team!" Marc Gasol looked at his brother Pau Gasol, a trace of excitement and anticipation on his face, though there was even more relief.

He knew this would be an extremely difficult game to win, so he had long since adjusted his mindset. Whatever happened, happened.

Pau Gasol nodded slightly, his expression exceptionally calm. He did not react much to his brother's words and merely said flatly, "Yeah, we'll just do our best." There was not the slightest hint of nervousness or anxiety in his tone, as if this were just an ordinary game.

Yet a faint helplessness could be seen deep in his eyes.

A month earlier, the moment he had seen the Dream Team roster, he had already known the outcome!

The two brothers looked at each other, a glimmer of mutual understanding flashing in their eyes. They understood that regardless of the result, they would give it everything they had and fight for their country's honor.

In truth, having made it to the final already made them feel incredibly lucky. After all, they had not faced the Dream Team before the final. Otherwise, they would not even have won silver.

At that moment, teammate Felipe Reyes overheard their conversation and came over to console them. "The game hasn't even started yet. How can you say something like that?" His voice carried trust in and support for the Gasol brothers.

Felipe Reyes patted the Gasol brothers on the shoulders and encouraged them, "We have to believe in our own strength and believe that we can play our best basketball. The Dream Team is strong, but we aren't weak either. As long as we stick together and perform at our