Nowitzki said to his teammates.

At this time, the joy on everyone's face solidified.

Fan Xi immediately understood what Nowitzki meant, and he and Jordan stretched out their hands to pull Nowitzki up.

Originally Leonard's Grant Hill was going to help Nowitzki.

But Nowitzki refused.

This guy, who was called a softie, remained silent. He raised his hands and walked back to the bench step by step.

You could see the difficulty in his steps with every step, but he did not pause or falter.

A large amount of sweat fell from his forehead.

The spasm caused by the huge pain made his teeth chatter.

He didn't yell like Mourning did when he was injured: No one can take me off the court on a stretcher.

Although this can better demonstrate the tough guy temperament.

But he walked back to the bench silently, practicing his strength and tenacity in his own way, and revealing his strong wisdom and rationality.

He wants Miami to know: I am not broken yet, I am still a sharp knife hanging over your head.

The Clippers players were all in awe.

Everyone surrounded Nowitzki. When the photographer on the sidelines came over with a camera and tried to take a close-up, Arenas reached out and drove him away.

"Jack, the rest is up to you."

Nowitzki looked at Fan Xi, there were even some tears in his eyes.

He knew that his finals could only go so far. He had given everything he had.

Fan Xi suddenly regretted it. He was thinking, if he launched a fast break and completed a quick counterattack, would Nowitzki not be injured?

There are no ifs in the world.

Time will not go back.

He had to look forward. He put his hands on Nowitzki's shoulders and told him with great determination: "Dirk, I will definitely win the championship. Nothing can take away the honor that belongs to you and me."

Then, Fan Xi looked around: "I will do what I say."

All the team members have determined eyes.

Something called the team soul is burning.
Chapter completed!