"Craig, as a rookie coach, you've been sent home by the Lakers in the playoffs two years in a row. This year, you were even humiliatingly swept. Do you think you'll have a chance to beat the Lakers in the future?"
Twisting the knife!
The reporter's question made Popovich, who already looked thoroughly displeased after the game, furrow his brow deeply.
Last year, the Spurs had lost to the Lakers 1-4.
This year, it had become 0-4.
Last year's team had not had Richmond. This year's Spurs roster was the best in franchise history!
Popovich knew that this year's team was in a completely different league from last year's. This year's Spurs could beat the Jazz, while last year's Spurs would have found beating the Jazz almost impossible.
Why was that?
Why had the team gotten stronger, yet still lost?
And been humiliatingly swept at that?
David Robinson's despairing eyes and Duncan's confused expression tore at Popovich's heart!
Had the Lakers really become an obstacle the Spurs would never be able to overcome?
No!
I've already found a way to beat the Lakers!
As long as we stockpile enough big men next year and use the Hack-a-Shaq Strategy on O'Neal, we'll definitely have a chance!
"We lost this year, but we won't keep losing forever."
"Next season, we'll stand before the Lakers again!"
"We'll beat them! We'll wash away this humiliation!"
"Boss, did you see the looks on those Spurs guys' faces?" Little Fish said animatedly, imitating Popovich.
"Wuh will beat them!" Little Fish's goofy expression set off roaring laughter throughout the Lakers locker room.
The joy of Black players was that simple.
"The Spurs are going to treat us as their mortal enemies." Campbell chuckled. He had not even faced Duncan in this series. He had just coasted off