When I thought I could keep Kobe by stopping the helicopter, I saw him leave again a year later. He thought everything would be silent, but unexpectedly came to the NBA and stood by his side again. There are no golden fingers, no invincible cheats, no stars holding the moon, only the companionship of countless training hall lights at 4 o'clock in the morning and the persistence of gritting one's teeth and getting up after falling. Perhaps Kobe will not be able to keep him after all, but we must take over the scepter in his hands and use an NBA dynasty to fill the regrets of two lifetimes.
