I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 119 On Fire (Part [-])
As a man who has become more and more courageous after setbacks and keeps coming out of the pain of winning, winning the Timberwolves will certainly not knock Min Congda down.

After all, the Timberwolves' combat effectiveness is indeed poor. After this game, they have 4 wins and 22 losses, which is the last in the league. It is strange that such a team can lose.

In tonight's game, what really worries Min Congda is Curry's state. Watching him fly up and down the field, turning the defender around like an elf.

Min Congda felt like he was being tricked.

This is the bad No. [-] pick that he won in the draft?

An elementary school student as thin as a monkey, with a baby face that can't resist?

"Eat dumplings, that's right, this competition must be eating dumplings. Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year? In such a cold day, it's time for the winter solstice. Let him eat dumplings."

Min Congda learned the term "eating dumplings" from Goupu.com.

It means that in the long season of players, there will always be a few games that will perform exceptionally.

An unknown role player on weekdays may shine in a certain game and steal everyone's attention.

But this kind of eating dumplings is unsustainable. If you change your opponent in the next game, you will be beaten back to your original shape in one fell swoop.

Think back to Curry's performance this season, highlighting one game, pulling his hips the next.

A few mediocre games in the middle, then highlight it again, score 20 points, or dedicate a lore, and then pull the hips in the next game.

"Well, that's right, this shows that Curry's strength is still far from enough, and his state is not stable. This Timberwolves is too rubbish. Wait until the next game... TM, the next game is against the New York Knicks!"

Thinking that the next opponent would be the Knicks, Min Congda fell silent.

The Knicks are well-known for their death. After all, they are known as Dongxie. Since the 1999 Black Eight Miracle, the Knicks have fallen into a quagmire and never got up again.

Bad contracts came one after another, the farce in the team continued to be staged, and all kinds of gossip news were flying, but they just didn't play well.

Madison Square Garden is a mecca of basketball and a sacred place for basketball, but it has not ushered in a championship for more than 40 years.

This year, the Knicks' symptoms still show no signs of relief, there are no stars, and the junk contracts have not been cleaned up.

However, according to Min Congda's knowledge, the goal of the Knicks this year is to show off, collect a bunch of expired contracts, and prepare to flex their muscles in the 10-year free market and catch big fish.

"If I want to play badly, you should also play badly. It's really troublesome. How did you meet Beibei and Dongxie in the first two games of this road trip?"

The current record of the Knicks is 8 wins and 17 losses, which is at the bottom of the Eastern Conference, but the team's combat effectiveness is still there.

Min Congda analyzed it carefully and thought: "Although the Knicks lineup has expired bad contracts, these players with bad contracts had certain strengths before, otherwise they would not have signed long-term contracts. David Lee, Ke Reece Duhon, Wilson Chandler, all of them are capable players alone." (It was a mistake to write that David Lee was in the Warriors before, and it has been corrected.)
"They are playing at home, and they have advantages in morale and physical fitness. With the help of the referee's whistle, they have a chance to win. David Lee is a flexible forward who can score. Chris Duhon... what level is this player? Come and have a look."

In the hotel room, in order to predict the situation of the next game, Min Congda was heartbroken.

Turn on the computer and start searching for information about players who are not familiar with them, to understand their style of play and characteristics.

His enthusiasm for learning is admirable. Those who didn't know thought he was the coach of the team, studying the opponent's weaknesses.

The next day, the snow in Minnesota had stopped long ago, and flights at the airport returned to normal.

After several hours of flying in the air, the Clippers team landed smoothly at the New York airport.

A group of people took their luggage to the bus in the parking lot. Min Congda was about to board the bus when a silver Mercedes-AMG horn rang next to the bus.

Min Congda glanced at the car, the window was down, and Daddario, who was wearing sunglasses, gave Min Congda a bright smile.

"Wo! Anna! Why are you here! Didn't you agree that I will contact you when I arrive at the hotel?"

Min Congda was very pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect Daddario to pick him up at the airport in person, and he was still waiting by the team's bus.

"I said I was anxious to see you, would you believe me?"

Daddario took off his sunglasses, his emerald green eyes shone with a charming brilliance.

"Yes, of course I do, and I want to see you too."

Min Congda was talking nonsense, during the days when he was separated from Daddario, he was not idle for a moment.

After waving goodbye to the players on the bus, Min Congda got into Daddario's car, and the Clippers booed and scorned the players.

I thought that this guy's away trip was to personally supervise the battle to improve morale, and he spent a long time mainly here to date Ma Zi.

Watching Daddario's AMG leave in a hurry, Ada sitting on the bus was full of anger, her face was more gloomy than the winter in New York.

Since the last farewell, Min Congda and Daddario haven't seen each other for more than a month.

In the suite of the Hilton Hotel in New York, he bowed down and fell asleep in Min Congda's arms with his eyes closed.

Min Congda is psychologically satisfied and relaxed. It is very hard work to watch the team lose every day.

Especially the Clippers won the last game, and Min Congda feels a lot of pressure to play against the Knicks tomorrow. It would be great if he played against the Celtics.

Daddario took a nap for a while, looked up to see Min Congda frowning and worried, stretched out his hand to caress his face, and asked, "Smart, are you thinking about the team? Are you worried about tomorrow's game?"

Min Congda nodded. He was really worried, but he was only worried about winning and he couldn't tell others.

Daddario got out of the quilt, and the two dangling balls immediately drew Min Congda's gaze away, and his brows stretched.

She got out of bed, ran to get the laptop from the luggage, and ran back to the bed. The two dangling balls completely confused Min Congda.

"Smart, I have something very interesting to show you, related to your team... Oh no, you must have seen it."

Min Congda thought to himself, what else is better than you now... Hey, it has something to do with our team?

"What is related to our team?"

"It's a video posted by your team's official account on Youtube. Recently, the hit rate has been very high, and it's all gone viral."

"Video? What video, I haven't seen any video related to our team."

"You are not a qualified manager Smart, you are the "Basketball and Key"."

Basketball and base?Isn't that a short film by Jordan Peele and Michael Key?
Fire?What's the meaning?on fire?

"Quick! Open it and show me!"

(End of this chapter)