The Furious Old Man

Ginobili threw his head back and let out a roar. Though his flowing locks from the old days were gone, the Eagle of the Pampas had never stopped soaring.

Seeing Ginobili score, Joerger could only shake his head helplessly.

The Spurs' final possession was the hardest to defend, because you could never predict whom Popovich would choose to take the final shot.

People often said that the biggest weakness of team basketball was that no one could step up in crunch time.

But the Spurs were the exact opposite. Not only did they have players who could step up in clutch moments, they had quite a few of them. On the Spurs, everyone had to be capable of hitting shots when it mattered most.

Ginobili, Parker, Duncan, Danny Green, even Leonard... none of them went soft in crunch time. Perhaps that was what set the Spurs apart from other team-oriented squads.

Duncan excitedly rubbed Ginobili's head, while Parker tightly embraced his longtime partner. Leonard rarely showed emotion, but he secretly pumped his fist as well.

"Great job, kid! Now that's what a Spurs player should look like!"

After Ginobili came off the court, even the usually composed Popovich could not help roaring.

The Spurs needed this win over the Grizzlies badly. They had thirsted for this revenge for far too long.

What could disappoint an opponent more than a game-winner? No wonder even Popovich could not restrain his excitement.

The pride he had lost had finally returned!

FedExForum fell silent in an instant. The fans clutched their heads with both hands, overcome with agony.

Indeed, the Grizzlies had already lost twice this season. But neither loss had come from being beaten by a game-winner.

It had always been the Grizzlies delivering the final blow. The fans in attendance had yet