NBA: Warrior godfather.

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10:00 PM, Oracle Arena.

Although the Bobcats are not a strong team and currently hold the eighth position in the Eastern Conference, under the leadership of Larry Brown, they play very poorly. Still, the arena is packed, and the fans express their passionate support with cheers. They provide the purest support for the Warriors.

Compared to neighboring San Francisco, Oakland is like a paradise, with a developed economy, tech companies, and vibrant life, while Oakland is like hell, with outdated infrastructure, high crime rates, and poor public safety.

But every time the Warriors play, residents of both cities come here to cheer for the team. Especially this season, the Warriors' record has suddenly improved, giving them hope to make it to the playoffs.

In this arena, which the Warriors have used for 39 years, IT company elites and workers cheer for every basket the team makes and grit their teeth for every penalty the opponent commits. The T-MAC moment from 20 years ago, the decay period from 10 years ago, and now, the atmosphere remains the same.

Biedrins entered the court amidst cheers and looked at the smiling fans with complex eyes. He glanced at his teammates beside him and finally stopped at the Bobcats player on the opposite side.

After speaking with Liam, he hadn't told anyone else he was about to be traded, only his agent.

Liam didn't consider this trade as a simple transaction, so he couldn't give it much importance.

After his agent learned of the news, he was initially a bit surprised but quickly calmed down and contacted Larry Riley.

After learning that the trade was inevitable, the agent didn't react dramatically.

Having been in the NBA for many years, he'd seen many such situations. In his opinion, it's quite common for players to be traded. Plus, Liam had vented his frustrations with Biedrins beforehand. There was no point in going against Liam.

As for going to the Bobcats, the agent didn't see it as a bad thing. The Warriors had too many young players. Curry's status was obviously unbreakable, and Butler's ball-handling rights were gradually increasing. Liam used Biedrins as a purely worker-type player, and his tactical position was slowly decreasing, which wasn't good for his future development. The Bobcats were better suited for Biedrins' growth.

The agent was somewhat thankful that Biedrins was no longer under his rookie contract, otherwise, with Larry Brown's stubborn habits, he would have definitely benched Biedrins and not given him any opportunity.

"Andris, you have to perform well on the court, especially in today's game, and try to get good stats. This will also help your status on the new team..."

The instructions from Biedrins' agent echoed in his mind, and his eyes sharpened as he focused on Gerald Wallace across the court.

Since we're destined to start a new journey, let's begin with this game!

...

Boom!

"Great! Biedrins' alley-oop dunk is successful. He bombarded the Bobcats' paint. This is already his third dunk in the game!"

"Biedrins' hook shot on the right side of the basket... it's in! Gerald Wallace is too short to interfere with his shot. Larry Brown really doesn't plan to replace him with someone else. Was he wary of Biedrins? This night, Biedrins was in top form, scoring 17 points before halftime!"

"Biedrins with the block! Felton paid the price for his reckless play. Biedrins showed him that with him guarding the Warriors' interior, the paint is untouchable!"

"Oh my god! What am I seeing? Biedrins actually made a mid-range shot. The Bobcats left him completely open. Larry Brown must pay for his careless defensive strategy. Biedrins wasn't O'Neal tonight, but Olajuwon! The Bobcats should give him the most respect instead of letting him shoot!"

"The game is over. The Warriors defeated the Bobcats 110-104 and successfully defended their home court! No doubt about it, Andris Biedrins was the best player in this game. He scored 32 points and set a new personal scoring record! Thanks to this great guy! Although he's thin, he's the most reliable player in the Warriors' interior and a rock in the paint of Oracle Arena!"

The passionate voice of the Warriors' local announcer, Mike Breen, continued throughout the game as always. But what was different from the previous games was that he kept praising Biedrins' performance, who had always been steady, except for the few seconds where he made dunks or blocked shots, no one had paid attention to him before.

With 4 seconds left in the game, Liam specifically instructed his players to foul and substituted Biedrins. All the fans stood up and cheered. The applause lasted for half a minute, and everyone paid their respects.

After hugging his teammates one by one, Biedrins slowly walked off the court and waved around, a smile on his face, with his eyes gradually becoming moist.

He didn't know how many more times he would enjoy the cheers of this crowd, and he didn't know how much longer he would fight for the Warriors, but what he did know was that he had the support of the purest fans in the world.

Biedrins returned to the bench, high-fived his teammates and assistant coaches one by one, and finally approached Liam.

He took a deep breath, hugged Liam, and whispered in his ear:

"Coach, thank you! I'll definitely play well."

Liam patted him on the back:

"Andris, enjoy this moment that belongs to you. You're a great player and a true warrior!"

Biedrins nodded heavily, lifted his head, and waved around again.

What made him feel a little regretful was that today was just an ordinary regular-season game. The fans in the arena weren't wearing the gold t-shirts handed out by the team as they did in the playoffs, so he couldn't look back at the golden ocean in Oracle Arena like eight years ago.

After Biedrins left the court, the Bobcats stopped playing and allowed the last time to pass, ending the game.

Liam signaled Butler to get the ball for this game and then handed it to Biedrins:

"Andris, this is the best souvenir for breaking your career-high scoring record. Keep it."

Biedrins took the basketball, and all his teammates laughed and cheered. Curry took a glass of water and poured it on his head when he wasn't paying attention. Seeing his panicked look with his head down to avoid it, Curry laughed like a duck, very happy.

"Andris, you're welcome! I'll extend your warm hands so you don't get burned!" Curry laughed.

More than 30 games later, with Liam as the head coach, there was no pressure on Curry. The initial moderation of entering the NBA quickly disappeared, revealing his fun and childish side, and he often made some mistakes during warm-ups. The tricks caught the attention of the fans in the arena.

"Stephen, thank you... you must play well and be so happy!" Biedrins took the towel that Varejao handed him, wiped his face, and said with a smile.

...

Just as the Warriors' bench was jubilant, the Bobcats on the opposite side of the technical bench fell into an oddly repressed silence, contrasting with the cheers that echoed throughout the Oracle Arena.

Larry Brown stared coldly at the players in front of him, his face livid, and his entire body exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, said nothing, turned around, and walked toward the players' tunnel.

Rod Hawkins got up from his seat behind the bench and followed him.

He had declined Larry Riley's invitation to watch the game from the suite and observed the game from the barrier, focusing on his observations of Biedrins.

"Larry, what do you think of Biedrins?" Rod Hawkins asked.

When Larry Brown faced the team's general manager, his expression softened significantly, but his tone was still somewhat stiff:

"He broke our interior line and is a very good center."

"If Biedrins can join the Bobcats, do you think he will adapt to your tactics?" Rod Hawkins asked.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Larry Brown stopped and looked at Rod Hawkins with surprise.

Rod Hawkins smiled and said:

"Well, the Warriors want to trade us Biedrins for Tyson Chandler, and I want to ask for your opinion."

"When did this happen?"

"Larry Riley contacted me a month ago."

After hearing this, Larry Brown's expression became somewhat dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything further.

He also knew that his performance in the years after losing the Athens Olympics and the Pistons championship made him the legendary coach he was, but people began to doubt his judgment of players, and the Bobcats no longer resembled Joe Douma. He let them be part of the trade.

"Biedrins is a very good rim protector, with excellent defensive awareness and is also a significant offensive threat. Tonight he scored 32 points in our paint. If he can come to the Bobcats, it will solve our problem inside... I'm missing a qualified center, and Tyson has seriously declined. If there were no issues with the lineup and my inability to execute my defensive tactics, we wouldn't have lost tonight."

Larry Brown shook his head in regret and threw the pot without leaving a trace but completely forgot that when Biedrins was showing his power, Tyson Chandler was sitting on the Bobcats' bench.

In this game, Tyson Chandler only came off the bench for 19 minutes, hitting 4 of 5 shots and 1 of 2 free throws. He efficiently scored 9 points, 5 rebounds, and 3 blocks, but Larry Brown didn't prepare any tactics for him. All his points came from fighting for offensive rebounds and taking advantage of cuts and easy baskets.

But even though Tyson Chandler's performance far surpassed Ronny Turiaf's, the Warriors' substitute, and his presence was extremely strong, Larry Brown stubbornly kept him on the bench, strictly rotating according to the pre-game plan and not giving him much time. Furthermore, Liam had deliberately instructed Biedrins to avoid Tyson Chandler. The two never faced off during the entire game.

"But Tyson's efficiency seems quite good in this game. Why not let him start?" Rod Hawkins intentionally asked.

Larry Brown rejected the suggestion without hesitation:

"That's only because the Warriors are too weak inside, not because Tyson is strong. Our next opponent is the Lakers. Are you sure you want Tyson to face the twin towers of Bynum and Gasol? That might even lower his trade value."

He joked, then threw the pot, asking if he still wanted him to pick it up.

Larry Brown just wants to dismiss Tyson Chandler as soon as possible and bring Biedrins back. He doesn't know why the Warriors would send away a young player with so much potential, but he won't let go of this opportunity.

Rod Hawkins nodded reluctantly. He continued watching the game from the barrier and felt that Tyson Chandler was playing very well, but since Larry Brown was the head coach, he could only give up.

"Not only the Warriors, the Mavericks also want to trade for Tyson Chandler... They're willing to send Dampier, Nájera, and a second-round pick. I want to ask for your opinion," Rod Hawkins said.

Larry Brown thought for a moment and immediately refused:

"The team doesn't need these two at all. Dampier isn't even as good as Tyson. Trade him with the Warriors. Biedrins has a chance to become a 20+10 star center. We can't miss this great opportunity!"

Rod Hawkins nodded, he too believed this.

"In that case, I know what to do."

...

The next morning, Curry woke up late, not getting up until 9 AM. He went to Oracle Arena with Butler, Matthews, and several rookies, met up with the other players, got on the bus, and headed to the airport.

After beating the Bobcats, the Warriors were about to start a three-game road trip, challenging the Thunder, Rockets, and Mavericks.

After Curry got into the car, he quickly realized something was off. He quietly asked Butler:

"Where's Andris? Why didn't he come?"

Butler, listening to music with his headphones, glanced around, frowned, and said:

"Maybe he has something to do. He'll meet us at the airport later, right?"

"But he's never been late..." Curry said, concerned.

"Don't overthink it. The coach didn't say anything, so it must be fine," Butler replied indifferently.

Curry had a vague premonition, but since Butler had already said it, it was difficult for him to say anything more.

Twenty minutes later, the bus arrived at the airport. The players were about to board the plane, but there was still no sign of Biedrins. Except for Curry, everyone else noticed and whispered:

"Why didn't Andris come?"

"I don't know... has he contacted you?"

"No, you were good yesterday, right?"

"He broke his career-high scoring record and went to a nightclub to have fun?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Andris isn't that type of person, and if the coach hears you, he'll definitely scold you!"

Curry heard their increasingly noisy chatter. He couldn't hold it in anymore and directly asked Liam:

"Coach, where's Andris? Isn't he going to Oklahoma?"

Liam coughed lightly and whispered:

"Andris isn't coming today or in the future... He was traded to the Bobcats."

Curry's pupils contracted, and he looked at Liam in shock.

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