哀怨的目光注视着振臂欢呼的对手,斯普雷维尔站在底线附近的双腿有些绵软无力,他回过头,再次深情地望了一眼那个他熟悉得不能再熟悉的篮筐,他的耳畔是阵阵胜利的欢呼和球迷们的尖叫声,渐渐的这些声音越来越小,他只觉得自己的头在嗡嗡作响,意识到自己在最后一刻竟没能投进那个可以致胜的一球——他痛苦地闭上了眼睛。球迷们没有料到那个球会投不进,他们先是一愣,短暂的悲痛过后,全场响起了球迷们执着的掌声。他们是在为尼克斯队鼓掌;为失败的尼克斯队鼓掌;为这支曾在季后赛中击败了迈阿密,扫荡了亚特兰大以及征服 Sorrowful gaze stared at the cheering opponent, Sprewell, standing softly weak on his legs near the bottom of the line, turned back and once again looked affectionately at the basket he knew no longer familiar with, his ears Cheers and fans screaming bursts of victories, gradually these voices getting smaller and smaller, he only felt his own head buzzing, realized that he was unable to cast into the last moment that can be won A ball - he closed his eyes in pain. Fans did not expect the ball will not vote, they first surprised a moment, after a short period of grief, the audience sounded fans applause. They were applauding the Knicks; applauding the Knicks who failed; for the team that had defeated Miami in the playoffs, swept Atlanta, and conquered