On the court, the Pelicans players had already rushed out to celebrate.
Davis hugged Tang Tian, shouting and yelling, completely unlike his usual self. It was clear that he was genuinely thrilled.
Before Tang Tian arrived, the media had once labeled him a bust. But now, he was the second-in-command on a three-peat championship team!
Bojan led Siakam, Brogdon, and Bryant in a wild run around the edge of the court.
Bryant showed off his towel dance as he ran.
For young players like them, winning a championship was always the most exhilarating thing.
Walker and Butler simply stood there, grinning foolishly as they watched the others celebrate.
At last, they had finally experienced the feeling of winning a championship.
Yet compared to excitement, what filled their hearts at that moment was more a sense of fulfillment.
The kind of fulfillment that filled their chests with a championship, yet could not be described in words.
They were the true embodiment of Brotherhood Basketball!
By comparison, the calmest were the two veterans, Diop and West.
The two of them sat on the bench, grinning like a pair of old men at the end of an alley.
They had worked tirelessly to help the Pelicans repeat last year, but this year, they had basically coasted to the title.
But a title was still a title, and this was even a second straight championship. For players their age, there could be no better ending.
Yet there was still one person sitting on the bench, his head wrapped in a towel.
Rose.
Back in Chicago, the Rose of the Windy City had come close to becoming the Number One Player in the League, and the Bulls had also been championship favorites.
But Rose had become a prodigy undone by injury. The Bulls, let alone