If one had to use a single sentence to describe how the Lakers players and fans felt right now, the most fitting one would be, "What the fuck."
Victory had been within reach, yet they had been beaten in such an utterly unreasonable, even absurd way. There was nothing to say but, "What the fuck," and "Fuck this."
And if one had to use a single emotion to describe how they felt right now, the most fitting one would be misery.
Especially Durant and James.
They had fought hard.
They combined for 8 points in the final moments, helping the Lakers turn the tide.
Especially Durant.
His game-winning three had left the Lakers just one second away from a 2-0 series lead.
That damned one second.
If he could, he wanted to turn back time and release the shot one second later.
If he could, he would rather lose one second in that department.
To him, he had lost more than just this game.
He might have also lost his chance with Scarlett!
Because this might have been the first championship of his career!
He had already worked hard enough this season. He had even made hard work his life motto to keep reminding himself, so why had he fallen short by exactly one second?
Was I really short by one second?!
Vogel finally confirmed Tang Tian's last-second game-winner with the scorer's table, and the LED big screen replayed Tang Tian's final counter-game-winner.
When the red light came on, the ball had already left Tang Tian's hand. It was not late.
The Lakers lost on the final second, and the series score was tied at 1-1.
When James saw the result, he gave a helpless bitter smile and walked over to exchange a few words with Durant.
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