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"I think the Knicks will sweep the Cavaliers because I've watched about 50 Knicks games and about 20 Cavaliers games this season. I know them all inside and out, and I know what their players are like and what their abilities are."

"I understand them. I came to this conclusion after observing, comparing, researching, analyzing, and carefully deducing for an entire season or even several seasons."

"The Cavaliers will be swept!"

"Go to hell! What's the difference between what you said and what I said?" Barkley exploded, furious! He kept apologizing to himself in his mind.

Why? Why should I listen to this bastard's nonsense? Why should I listen carefully to every word he says? Why should I have any expectations for his nonsense?

Why!
Why am I so stupid!
Barkley's anger was entirely spontaneous and came from within.

"There's not much difference, but I just want to say you're stupid, is that wrong?" At this point, Miller couldn't hold back any longer, slamming his fist on the table and bursting into laughter, indicating that he had tricked the fatso again!

"Commercial break! Commercial break!" Kenny was laughing so hard his stomach hurt, but his professional instincts kicked in and he quickly told the director to cut the camera, because what was about to happen was probably not suitable for children.

Barkley will definitely have to have a chase with Miller to vent his anger.

Hmm... it wouldn't be a problem to cut it into the behind-the-scenes footage later.

But let's forget about live streaming.

Who knows how crazy these two can be?

What if something really happens—like tearing clothes, pulling down pants, exposing underwear, or even something more private…

"Fuck! Charles, what are you doing! Don't tear Reggie's suit! He'll need it in the second half! Take it off, just take it off without ruining it!" Payton's voice, always eager for drama, rang out.

Kenny was surprised to find that Miller had been pinned down, and Barkley was straddling him. Barkley had already listened to Payton and started taking off Miller's clothes.

As for Miller?

There is no way to fight back.

This guy was slow to react at first and didn't expect Barkley to rush over directly. He failed to demonstrate his speed and endurance advantage and was pinned down by Barkley.

Given the size difference between him and Barkley, being pinned down by Barkley meant he had to fight with all his might to avoid injury and prevent his ribs from breaking, while also praying to the gods and Buddhas.

Instead, let's see how the Cavaliers fight back against the Knicks!

"Devin, what happened to you in the second quarter? You were completely out of sorts! You weren't aggressive enough, you weren't playing with any fighting spirit! This won't do! We can't win like this. We need the best version of you, we need you when you're fully awake and ready to dominate!"

"I know you must be under a lot of pressure facing Lin's defense. His defensive pressure is almost unparalleled! But this isn't you! You can break through his defense, you can use screens and picks, you can beat Lin, I believe in you! I believe in you 100%!"

Brown didn't approach Gasol during halftime. He knew that was just Gasol's personality. Maybe Gasol could come to his senses and regain his courage and lethality, but 20 minutes was definitely not enough!

So instead of wasting time on Gasol, Brown would rather spend his time on Wade!

"Devin, you have to wake up! You have to! Look at Anderson! He gave us a chance with his eyebrow! He fought so hard and he's still not fully healed. He took down Amare, but what about us? We couldn't even come back by a single point, and the Knicks pulled away!"

At this point, Brown looked up at everyone and said, "Seriously, don't you feel guilty? How can you look Anderson in the eye? How can you face him?"

"If you're still men, still Anderson's friends, still consider him family, then get your act together in the second half! Crack up your game! Destroy the Knicks! For Anderson! For our family!"

"Coach." Wade hesitated for a moment before finally raising his hand to interject, "I played terribly in the first half. I couldn't concentrate, and I couldn't calm down because Lin said something to me."

"He said he would avenge Amare tonight, and he would have one of us carried out!"

As soon as Wade said that, the Cavaliers' locker room fell silent.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Although Lin Tian hasn't been involved in a fight for many years, and even during the all-out brawl between the Knicks and Lakers last year, he didn't choose to intervene.

But when Lin Tian said he was going to cripple someone, the pressure was no less than Clinton holding the launch button for a nuclear weapon and talking to you.

No, it should be Clinton, who had drunk a whole bottle of whiskey and was still holding the nuclear launch button, was at the maximum level of threat.

"So what do we do now? Just surrender?" After the court fell silent, Brown spread his hands and looked at Wade, saying, "Just tell the referee that we're surrendering because we're afraid of being fouled maliciously by Lin, and we can be eliminated with a 0-4 loss."

"That way everyone can go on vacation to Hawaii a few days earlier, right?"

"Of course that's not what I meant!" Wade was clearly enraged, glaring at him as he said, "I've never given up in my life! Never! I will never quit! If I were the kind of person who would choose to quit, I would be dead on the street or working as a janitor in that place by now!"

"Furthermore, if we give up now, how can we face Anderson? How can we face his sacrifices? How can we face everything he has done for us?"

"And then there are the Cleveland fans, they're waiting for us to bring back good news, waiting for us to go even further, at least to win a game in New York. What are we going to tell them? Give up? There's no way we're going to give up!"

"In the second half, I'll forget everything! I'll forget Lin's threat, and I'll forget his past record! If you want to fight, come at me! If you want to block someone, come at me too, I'll shield you all!"

“If Lin attacks you, even if I end up in the hospital, I’ll rush to him the moment I see him and punch him! I don’t care if I can hit him or not, but I absolutely refuse to watch my buddies lying on the floor. I’ll lie on the floor with you! I’ll go to the hospital with you!”

Ah this...

Wade's words made the Cavaliers players somewhat uneasy.

His tone was extremely harsh, his expression was like he was about to go to war, and his aura was so strong that it seemed he could kill Lin Tian at any moment.

But let's talk about what's said.

That's too cowardly.

He was absolutely clear about his own strength and didn't even entertain any daydreams about being able to defeat Lin Tian.

It's real, very real.

"Hey everyone, how are you all doing!" Just as Wade was giving his answer, the locker room door opened, and Cavaliers owner Gilbert walked in.

"You guys weren't very energetic in the first half, and we fell behind quite a bit, but you actually played quite well in the first quarter. If you play like you did in the second half, I think we can win!"

"Go for it! I hope everyone does their best. I hope that after the game tonight, I can happily prepare a celebration party for you all and give you a perfect and joyful night!"

After Gilbert finished speaking, he looked at everyone and said again, "Good luck!"

Unfortunately, there were few responses, and the voices were neither unified nor loud.

The only one who shouted loudly was Brown. The other core players, such as Wade and Gasol, who had higher emotional intelligence and had more contact with Gilbert, gave a perfunctory cheer.

As for the others?
At most, he'd mutter something and that would be the end of it.

Clearly, the players were quite unhappy with this 'outsider' who walked into the locker room without saying a word.

The locker room has always been the domain of players and coaches. Anyone else is an outsider here. If they want to come in, they need permission, instead of just barging in like Gilbert and launching into a long, pointless rant.

Gilbert's behavior was quite unpopular.

Perhaps sensing his unpopularity, Gilbert shrugged and said nothing more, instead glaring at Brown, the only one who feared him and worried about losing his job if he angered him. In the entire locker room, Brown was the only one Gilbert could control.

Gilbert then turned away angrily and left the locker room.

"No outsiders should ever come in here, especially during games." As the leader, Wade was the first to express his dissatisfaction: "Coach, I hope you can mention to the owner that we won't tolerate him forever. One day, I will yell at him."

"Devin, he is the owner after all. He spends tens of millions a year to run the team. Doing some rule-breaking things is not a big deal! Especially since our boss is quite receptive to advice and never interferes in the team's internal affairs, right?"

Brown reverted to his usual easygoing self, patiently persuading his players before resorting to his signature tactic of changing the subject: "Alright, let's not talk about that. Now we need to think about the second half! An 18-point gap isn't a huge number, but it's not insignificant either."

"We must fight back! In the second half, we must fight back! Let's unite! Let's give it our all, let's give it our all to the stadium, to this game!"

"For yourselves, your families, the fans, and the expectations of the entire city! Go, everyone go! Go and show the Knicks!"

These are the signature moments of the young Brown.

They only spout slogans and motivational platitudes, but there are almost no tactical adjustments or changes in personnel strategies.

Brown during his first stint with the Cavaliers was certainly not a top-tier coach; he was more of a second-rate coach, barely above average.

He can unite the team, is tactful and likable, and almost no one dislikes him. At the same time, he is very hardworking, diligent, and hardworking, but his talent is indeed average.

He is also very good at watching videos and studying battle manuals, and then making arrangements and plans before the game to create the most suitable tactics for the team's next game.

Simply put, this guy is better suited to be an assistant coach to help the head coach handle interpersonal relationships, play the strict cop, and study those side details.

He is meticulous, but lacks the gambling spirit and ruthlessness required of a top head coach. He is too smooth, which allows him to survive in the league for a long time and always find a job, but he is always missing something.

If he were to coach the team, the minimum standard would be guaranteed: playoffs, 50 wins, and even 60 wins if the roster were good.

You could go further and let him pull off some amazing plays in a tight series to save the team, or let him lead the team to a comeback from a losing position.

Don't even think about it, he doesn't have that ability.

His signature tactic in crucial moments is: "Devin, think of a way to score a goal?"

Or: "Big Z, think of a way to take them down?"

That's about it.

Because of a coach like this, the Cavaliers can maintain a winning percentage of around 50 wins in the regular season year after year, which provides a very solid floor.

However, because of this coach, it is difficult for the Cavaliers to truly contend for the championship.

The situation with the Knicks is much more heated right now.

In the locker room, Stoudemire, who had been forced to leave the game early in the first half due to foul trouble, was venting his frustration by smashing a punching bag in front of his locker while wearing boxing gloves.

Lin Tian, ​​as usual, leaned against his locker, letting the physiotherapist help him relax his muscles. As for Anthony and the others, some listened to music, while others chatted. Clearly, after the first half of the game, everyone was full of confidence and believed that they would definitely win the game.

"You all think you've got this game in the bag, right? You all think you'll be able to go home with a 1-0 lead and get a good night's sleep, right?" Just as everyone was completely relaxed and fooling around, Old Nelson suddenly said, "Have you all forgotten that there's still half the game left?"

"Have you all forgotten that our fourth loss in the regular season was a dramatic comeback after leading by 20 points?"

"A mere 18-point lead makes you so smug?"

Watching old Nelson put on his show, Lin Tian was too lazy to say anything. He just watched quietly and let the old man do whatever he wanted!
At this age, with not much time left, isn't being happy the most important thing?
Old Nelson looked at everyone seriously. When everyone quieted down and turned to look at him, a few people quickly threw their belongings into the lockers.

Don't let Don Nelson's usual easygoing and good-natured demeanor fool you; the Knicks players all know how furious he can be when he gets angry. His authority is immense, and most Knicks players are afraid of him.

Seeing the old man get angry, none of them dared to say a word.

“Actually, I think so too.” Then, after everyone quieted down, the old man suddenly laughed and said, “Our score is far ahead, we even let them win an Amare, we won 20 more games than them in the regular season and swept them!”

“We are in perfect condition, and each of us is at our best.”

"Except for Amare."

"In this situation, why can't we be arrogant, celebrate, and assume that we've already won?"

"We're the defending champions! We're going to be the greatest team in NBA history! Do you think we don't even have that much confidence and courage?"

"So, next, I'm going to lay out the tactics for tonight and beyond! Everyone listen carefully, word for word!"

"Messi and Ronaldo! You know New York best. Call now to book a venue. We'll have two days of rest after tonight's game, and the second game isn't until the day after tomorrow, so we can celebrate! Let's celebrate our advancement to the Eastern Conference Finals tonight!"

"Amaret, go find some girls. Didn't you claim your new girlfriend was once the queen of New York nightclubs? Come on, let me see what kind of queen she was!"

"Memet, you're in charge of the drinks. Don't buy any at the venue. Even the best drinks can be fake! We don't drink fake alcohol!"

"Lin, you're in charge of coming with me to the press conference after the game, giving a quick interview, and then attending tonight's party."

"Everyone else, go call those reporters you're on good terms with and tell them we're going to have fun and have a blast after the game! Tell them to get ready to come take some photos, consider it a free gift for our partners!"

"Tonight, our main theme is arrogance!"

"We need to let everyone know in advance that we all believe we've already won, and that we think we can sweep through and advance!"

"Spread this message and let's go completely insane!"

"Coach, is it...is it really necessary? Actually, we can order it after the game." Anthony felt something was wrong and raised his objection.

"You mean: if we lose, we won't go, to avoid embarrassment, and we won't be in the mood to play if we lose, right?" Old Nelson looked at Anthony, snorted, and continued, "So you don't have the confidence to win, Melo. I thought you had already figured out how to steal Lin's FMVP."

"I do! I believe we will win!" Anthony was put in a very awkward position by Old Nelson. He didn't dare to deny it and could only stubbornly say, "I'll call and book a house right now!"

"Great! Everyone else, get moving! Get moving, everyone get moving!"

Old Nelson waved his hand, signaling everyone to do the work he had just assigned, then turned and walked towards his own territory.

"Coach, you're not hoping we lose right now, are you?" Lin Tianjiu had just sat down when Lin Tianjiu sneaked over and whispered in his ear, "You just want everyone to know, and then the team will lose."

"You need to use this method to reignite the sense of urgency in these people and make them take the competition seriously, instead of always acting like they don't care."

"That is indeed my thought."

Old Nelson never hid anything from Lin Tian, ​​as if Lin Tian's identity was not that of a player, but his assistant coach.

"So I didn't even give any tactical instructions or anything related to the second half. These kids, don't let their antics fool you, they might just be completely overwhelmed in the second half."

"Because the opposing team won't slack off. They'll definitely come up with some new things, or at the very least, they'll pour a lot of motivational stuff into the players' mouths. Their performance will most likely be even better than in the first half."

"When the time comes, let them get a good scolding from the media and fans, give them a good lesson, and make them learn their lesson! That way, our next game will be easier." (End of Chapter)