This scene set off Larry Johnson, John Starks, and the others on the float, who whistled and hooted nonstop. Grandmama even waggled his eyebrows at Li Fei and said, "Hey, Fei, this is New York's gift to its champions! You'd better get used to it!"
Li Fei merely smiled helplessly and waved at the frenzied fans. His unhurried, kingly bearing only drew even louder screams.
The parade ended at the steps of New York City Hall.
Mayor Giuliani had been waiting there for some time. He personally placed the Larry O'Brien Trophy into Li Fei's hands.
Standing before the microphone, Li Fei raised the golden trophy high, and City Hall Plaza instantly erupted. He waited quietly for nearly a minute before the crowd's cheers gradually subsided.
"New York!"
Li Fei's voice rang through the amplifiers, reaching every corner of the plaza, clear and powerful.
"We are the champions!"
Another thunderous wave of cheers surged through the crowd.
Li Fei took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over every teammate beside him as a sincere smile appeared on his face.
He did not waste many words on pleasantries. Instead, he began what countless fans would later hail as the classic "championship roll call."
"First, I want to thank the guy sitting at the very end of the bench—Stephen Jackson!" Li Fei pointed toward the back of the group, at the slightly reserved young rookie.
Jackson froze for a moment, clearly not expecting to be the first one mentioned.
"This rookie got chewed out by me all season on defense. He went from being a defensive sieve to one of our most dependable perimeter stoppers! In Game 6 of the Finals, when Kobe tried to isolate, it was Stephen's textbook defense that forced Kobe into a turnover! Stephen, I know you'll become