Inside the home team's locker room, the atmosphere was heavy.
Nash sat panting, looking at the blank expressions of his teammates around him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He had gradually fallen in love with the Pioneers and this group of young teammates. Young people were just easier to get along with. Moreover, he was the absolute core of the Pioneers—the leader of the team. That feeling of controlling the game left Nash incredibly satisfied.
Not to mention their run-and-gun tactics, which felt like they existed solely for him. He thrived in this system like a fish in water. The results had been excellent too, having reached the Western Conference Finals for two consecutive years.
