A life between the NBA and the Euroleague, the definition of “new Stockton”, and the new career as a singer and record producer, capable of making Pat Riley dance to reggaeton in the locker room: Carlos Arroyo, a life never without rhythm
A police motorbike turns on its sirens. The car drives slowly, too slowly. For years, American TV has shown us crazy chases on the streets of California, helicopters filming the scene from above, which regularly ends the same way: the criminal abandons the vehicle, runs away on foot, and is captured. This time it’s different. The driver doesn’t stop – true – but he doesn’t run away. He had never run away in his life.
