The entire Chesapeake Energy Arena was dead silent—so quiet one could have heard a pin drop. Only the cheers of the visiting Boston Celtics could be heard.
Every fan in the arena knew exactly what losing this game meant: their season was over.
Forget about mounting a comeback. In NBA history, no team had ever come back from a 0–3 deficit in the Finals, and more importantly, the difference in strength between the two sides was right there for all to see.
Even in such a difficult game, with three players fouling out in the paint, the Boston Celtics had still managed to pull out the win. Honestly, even Oklahoma City Thunder fans could not imagine how their team could possibly defeat such a powerful Boston Celtics squad.
The Boston Celtics were like an unbeatable final boss. No matter what kind of desperate situation they faced, they remained standing!
Russell Westbrook stood on the court, his face filled with confusion and helplessness. He clutched his head tightly in both hands and kept muttering, "My... my... it was all my fault..."
His voice was filled with endless self-blame and regret, his face twisted in pain.
For Westbrook, this game was undoubtedly a nightmare from which he could not wake. At that moment, he had to endure not only immense pressure from the outside world, but also the endless torment in his own heart.
At that moment, the final sequence of the game kept replaying in Westbrook's mind—that mid-range shot. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... The piercing sound of iron echoed relentlessly in his ears, as if it were about to devour his will completely.
Just then, a pair of warm, powerful hands gently settled on his shoulders, offering him comfort.
It was Kendrick Perkins.
Compared to the other Oklahoma City Thunder players, Kendrick