NBA: Warrior godfather.

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After Curry sank two free throws, the Hornets quickly responded with a quick two-pointer, but it was in vain. The Warriors passed the ball to Curry, and Paul was forced to foul him. Even so, Curry made both free throws.

When Paul finally hit a three-pointer, the red light flashed, and the game was over. The Warriors defeated the Hornets 112-106, ending their two-game losing streak.

By the end of the game, Curry had nailed 6 of 12 three-pointers, including 10 consecutive points in the final moments. He finished with 30 points, 9 assists, 5 rebounds, and 2 steals. He was the main contributor to the Warriors' victory.

Additionally, five Warriors players scored in double digits. Biedrins had a solid double-double with 14 points and 10 rebounds. Butler took on some ball-handling duties during the game, was efficient, and scored 12 points.

 Reggie Williams used the space created by Anthony Tolliver and capitalized on it, scoring 11 points off the bench. Though Anthony Tolliver, Watson, Lowry, and others didn't reach double digits, they still contributed efficiently with more than 5 points each.

The key to the Warriors' win wasn't just Curry's control in the final minute, but also the overall team performance. For the Hornets, Paul posted an impressive double-double with 33 points and 14 assists, David West scored 17 points and grabbed 7 rebounds, Okafor had 14 points and 9 rebounds, but no one else scored in double figures.

When the Hornets players left the court, Jeff Bower, the head coach, didn't blame them at all. Instead, he smiled at Paul and said:

"Chris, even though we lost this game, your performance was obvious to everyone. You're the number one point guard in the league."

Paul, with a gloomy expression, replied:

"Jeff, what I want is to win."

Jeff Bowernodded repeatedly, looking very understanding:

"Of course, winning is what we all pursue every night… but everyone did their best, and you did your best. Losing is not a crime of combat. Just be happy and get it next time."

Paul slowly nodded, his expression relaxing, but he still felt something was wrong...

After consoling Paul, Jeff Bower went up to the technical stage to greet Liam.

His smile faded, and he calmly said:

"Young man, you're quite lucky. Curry's touch just came back... but I have to tell you, the Hornets will win the next time we meet."

Liam looked at Jeff Bower, surprised by his words. Jeff Bower didn't understand what he meant and instead thought that Liam was scared. He smiled arrogantly:

"Not all teams have the number one point guard in the league..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

Liam laughed quietly, thinking to himself:

"Good guy, another one is crazy."

Jeff Bower's performance in this game was not only completely destroyed by Liam, but at the very least, it was crushed. He was the main reason for the Hornets' loss, and yet he truly thought the Warriors won by luck? It could only be said that the world is big, and there are all kinds of people. If the NBA has a strange general manager like Isaiah Thomas, it's destined to have a strange head coach like Jeff Bower.

Liam turned his back on Jeff Bower's "threat" and celebrated the victory with his teammates.

That night, on the plane back to Auckland, Liam turned to Silas, who was sitting next to him, and said:

"Stephen, I wish you an early Merry Christmas!"

"Thanks, how are you spending Christmas?" Silas responded with a smile.

Liam raised his right hand, placed it on his chin, rubbed it twice, and smiled slightly:

"This Christmas, I have something to do..."

He then turned to Jonathan, who was sitting in the last row, and gave him a pat on the shoulder:

"Jonathan, how about working overtime on Christmas Day?"

"Ah? Christmas... Sure!" Jonathan was momentarily stunned, then clenched his teeth and nodded. He was really looking forward to going home for the holidays, but when his boss asked him, he didn't have the courage to say no. A sad reality for all workers in the world...

Liam chuckled and said:

"I'll pay you three times the overtime rate, and I promise the team won't miss the Christmas game in the future. This time will count as a down payment for next Christmas!"

Sequinaw, Michigan.

This city on the shores of Lake Michigan is known as the "Three Beautiful Cities," but in reality, it's a decaying industrial city with a depressed economy, crumbling streets, and a dull, gloomy atmosphere everywhere.

It's Christmas Eve, December 24, and the night is cold. There's no snow in the sky, but the wind from Lake Michigan cuts through the streets like a knife. Only a few pedestrians hurry by.

The northern part of Sequinaw is a Black ghetto, also known as the poor neighborhood. Here, there are several scattered communities with old buildings and dirty streets. It's a haven for drugs, crime, and gangs.

At 3 p.m., Mary finished her third job of the day, dragging her tired body through the biting cold wind as she struggled to return home.

Her cotton coat was worn out, and the cold wind seeped through the holes, making her shiver.

Her home is an old house on the street. It's very old, but it's the best place she can afford to rent. If it weren't for her six children, she would never rent such a large house.

Mary opened the door with the key, entered the house, and quickly turned around to shut the door, trying to keep in the little warmth of the home.

"Mom, you're back!" Two little girls were sitting on the couch watching TV and immediately ran over to greet her.

Mary Green patted her two daughters on the shoulders, glanced at the lights in the kitchen, and forced a smile:

"Has your brother come back?"

"Yes, he's cooking with Andrew and Jute."

Mary nodded happily. Her eldest son was her greatest pride and the hope of the family.

She took off her coat, hung it on the rack, walked toward the kitchen, and shouted loudly:

"Kid, so you know how to come back!"

After she finished speaking, a tall young man walked out of the kitchen. Upon seeing Mary, he smiled brightly:

"Mom! I bought you a present!"

Standing at about 2 meters tall, with a muscular build, a typical black haircut, and a faint beard under his chin that added some maturity to his youthful face, the young man wore a woman's apron despite it being winter, sweat pouring from his body, exuding a rough aura.

He turned the kitchen knife that was worn out from use to a young man standing beside him, then ran upstairs with force. After a while, he came back downstairs wearing a woman's jacket. The stairs creaked under his heavy steps.

When he approached Mary, his smile faded slightly. He looked at the outdated jacket in his hand and scratched his head awkwardly:

"Sorry, Mom, I still need to buy gifts for Andrew, Judet, and Gianna. I really don't have enough money, so I had to buy last year's styles…"

He spent all his time practicing basketball and had very little time for work. When he returned home this time, he used all his money to buy Christmas presents for his family.

He knew that Mary was struggling to support her family and didn't have extra money to buy more gifts.

Mary looked at her son, blinked, grabbed the jacket with her right hand, held it tightly, and then slapped his arm with her left hand, scolding him:

"If you don't practice hard, why are you working? Don't you want to make it to the NBA?"

Her eyes were fierce, as if she was going to hit her son, but the young man didn't show any fear. He just murmured, somewhat irrationally:

"Your clothes are worn out, and Andrew and the others need gifts too, so I..."

Crack!

Mary slapped her son again, hard, and shouted loudly:

"How dare you answer back! I'm not too old to make money. From now on, you focus on basketball and don't worry about money. Do you hear me?"

Though her voice wasn't very strong from the day's exhaustion, the young man's thick muscles blocked all the pain. He hugged Mary and smiled:

"Mom, I understand. It's Christmas, be happy!"

Mary couldn't help but laugh too:

"Alright, I'll go change and cook… get that apron off me!"

After some commotion, Mary entered the kitchen.

The young man stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his mother hum as she worked. A kind expression appeared on his rough face, but there was no sense of violation.

Although Mary had said some harsh words, he could feel the warmth in her heart.

She had been struggling to survive in this poor neighborhood and had to harden her soft heart, becoming a tough, tenacious, and sometimes even vicious woman in order to survive here and keep six children.

In the young man's mind, Mary was the greatest person in the world.

Suddenly, he said:

"Mom, a scout contacted me and seemed really optimistic about me. He even suggested I enter the draft this year... Don't worry, I'll definitely make it to the NBA and let you live a good life!"

Mary was handling some low-quality turkeys she had bought at the community supermarket. She paused when she heard this and asked, seemingly indifferent:

"Really? Which team is it? You're not lying, are you? Your stats don't look great. People always say your talent isn't up to par, and your position is unclear… Are there really teams interested in you?"

The young man smiled when he heard his mother's concern and responded:

"Warriors. The scout has a work permit. I paid close attention, and it should be true."

After hearing his response, Mary continued holding the turkey in her hands, still scolding him with a harsh tone:

"This is a great opportunity. You need to play well and never work again. Understand?"

The young man nodded, frustrated, and said:

"Obviously, I'm the smartest player, but the scouts say I can't play in the NBA at all and that I'll become an undrafted player... I must prove them wrong!"

Then, he stopped being idle and walked toward the kitchen to help Mary prepare dinner.

When he was 12, his father, Javier, divorced Mary and left her with six children. This forced him to mature quickly. He worked part-time during holidays and did household chores, helping Mary keep the family afloat during tough times.

"Ding-dong—"

Just as the family was preparing for Christmas Eve, the doorbell rang.

Mary's youngest daughter, Gianna, was playing in the living room. Upon hearing the sound, she jumped up, ran to the door, and was stunned for a moment before asking politely:

"Are you here to see my mom?"

Two people, bundled up in warm clothes and hats, stood outside the door. One was in the front, his face slightly yellowish, while behind him was a white man holding many items.

The leader smiled and said:

"Hello, I'm here to see Draymond Green. Is he home?"

"He's here, come in quickly..." Gianna nodded obediently, then turned and shouted toward the kitchen, "Draymond, your friend is here looking for you!"

In the little girl's mind, if someone knew her brother's name, they were friends with him.

The young man with yellowish skin entered the room and stood by the door. He didn't rush to sit down. Instead, he smiled and patted Gianna on the head. Then, he pulled out a handful of candies from his jacket pocket and handed them to her.

"Thanks!" The little girl took them, surprised, showing a sweet smile.

At that moment, the young man heard Gianna's call. He walked out of the kitchen and looked at the two people at the door, a bit confused:

"I'm Draymond Green, and you are...?"

The leader looked at Green, removed his hat, and smiled:

"Hello, Draymond, I think you should know me. You can call me Liam, and this is my assistant, Jonathan."

The other young man also took off his hat, nodded toward Green, looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and said:

"Hello."

Is this the young man who made my boss travel all the way to Michigan and ruin my Christmas vacation?

Green immediately recognized who the person in front of him was. His eyes widened in disbelief as he said:

"L... Coach Liam?! Please, come in... Andrew, Judt, go get little Mary and clean up the house, hurry up!"

He quickly gathered the scattered items from the couch and was about to go upstairs when he realized he had to entertain the guests. He called his younger siblings to help him clean while he asked Liam and the other two to sit down.

After hearing the noise, Mary washed her hands and came out of the kitchen. After Green called out Liam's name, she quickly dried her hands on her apron, stepped forward, and said:

"Hello, Coach Liam, I'm… Draymond's mom, Mary Green. You're here..."

Since her son played basketball, she always followed the NBA, so she naturally knew Liam's identity.

Green also looked at Liam nervously. He recalled what the scout had said and suddenly had an idea...

Liam looked Green up and down and smiled faintly:

"Draymond, I think you should know my purpose... I hope you can enter the draft next year, make it to the NBA, and play for me!"

End of this chapter

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