NBA: Start by torturing Jordan and add points to upgrade

"It's just a 3-pointer, what's so bad about that?" Van Gundy couldn't help but ask again.

"You're someone who coached Michael, how can you ask such a question?" Lin Tian rolled his eyes, then turned to Jordan, who had been sitting quietly behind him, seemingly unnoticed, and said, "Michael, you answer him!"

"Why should I answer your question!" Jordan glared at Lin Tian. "Who's the boss here?"

“You’re right, boss.” Lin Tian nodded, then exaggeratedly turned his body to the side, completely ignoring the game on the court, and looked at Van Gundy, saying, “Let me analyze this problem for you from the beginning. It was when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school…”

"Shut the hell up, I'll answer Jeff's question." Jordan slapped Lin Tian on the shoulder in annoyance, then forcibly moved him back to face the court: "You better manage the game! FUXX! I must have committed some terrible sin to let a bastard like you be the coach."

"What Lin means is, how should I put it, Jeff, what do you think is the most uncontrollable thing on the court?" Jordan looked at Van Gundy and began to patiently answer him, so that Lin Tian would not be distracted by chatting with Van Gundy.

"The referee's calls? Who knows what their mood is like tonight, or whether they'll give us preferential treatment?" Van Gundy thought for a moment and gave his answer.

"Now I understand why Lin asked me to explain it to you," Jordan cursed, then patiently continued, "It's the touch of a superstar!"

"That's something that transcends tactics, setups, and common sense. If a superstar suddenly has a hot streak and can score no matter who you use to defend him, how many people defend him, or how you defend him, then all your tactical systems and defensive strategies become useless, right?"

"Others don't follow tactics, common sense, or logic; they force their way out in all sorts of incomprehensible ways, and sometimes they even keep attacking in the way you want them to."

"For example, you force someone who is not good at shooting to shoot, someone with poor physical fitness to attack the basket, make the inside player shoot three-pointers, and lure a skinny guard into the encirclement to double-team him and force him to make a mistake."

"These are standard defensive tactics."

"But what if someone who isn't good at shooting keeps making long-range shots? What if a skinny guard suddenly finds an opportunity to pass the ball through the gaps? What if a big man suddenly starts hitting three-pointers, and O'Neal's free throw percentage jumps to 80%? What do you do then? Do you have any other options?"

“There’s no other way.” Van Gundy shook his head decisively this time. “So, the reason I lost to the Bulls, the Heat, and the Pacers back then was because Patrick wasn’t good enough and couldn’t play that kind of game?”

"That's what you said. I never said Patrick was no good." Jordan said, leaning back smugly. "I'll tell Patrick what you said."

“If you tell an idiot that others consider him an idiot, he won’t get angry.” Lin Tian turned his head and said, “But the logic is indeed correct.”

"Can't you manage the game properly? We're only leading by 9 points now!" Jordan couldn't help but say as soon as Lin Tian interrupted again, "It's only been a few minutes! Our 6-point lead has vanished."

"If you've watched the game or know anything about football, what you should do now is praise me for my excellent coaching, for preparing the players thoroughly so they are mentally prepared for all kinds of situations and can remain calm under pressure!"

林天哼了一声道：“特里连中2个3分，其中还有一个德里克完全封到脸上，甚至没控制住直接犯规导致3+1的球，诺维斯基在卡洛斯把他逼到3分线外1米并且同样封到脸上的情况下也中了一个3分。”

"They made 3 of 3 shots in less than 2 minutes and scored 10 points in a row. They were all incredible shots with high difficulty and no logic. Even in this situation, we were still able to score continuously by relying on Carlos and Yao Ming's strong attacks under the basket without panicking at all."

"Shouldn't you be praising your players? Instead, you're complaining? No wonder you're such a rotten bastard, whether you're in management or as a boss!"

"By the way, when you were the leader, you weren't all that great, definitely not as good as me."

"You...you...you're something else! FUXX! I'll take it if I need you to win the championship! But if you lose tonight, I'll teach you a lesson." Jordan looked at Lin Tian, ​​so angry his hair was practically growing out.

Unfortunately, every word Lin Tian said made sense, leaving him with no way to refute it, so he could only utter harsh words.

"Besides firing me, how else can you train me?" Lin Tian shrugged and said, "Come on, tell me. Besides, knowing my true colors, if you fire me, how do you think I'll beat your team next season when I find a new job?"

Those two sentences left Jordan speechless, and he could only turn around and look around again before finding the beer vendor and angrily shouting, "Give me a beer, quick! FUXX!"

The poor staff member, of course, recognized Jordan at a glance, which startled him. He thought that this basketball tyrant was taking his anger out on him, the little Karami, because his team had been beaten by Dallas.

What a piece of trash! They only know how to bully ordinary people like us.

Scared!
Fortunately, all the anxiety vanished within seconds after the staff member received Jordan's hundred-dollar bill.

He truly lives up to his reputation as the God of Basketball! He starts with $100!

The staff here were in a better mood, and Jordan felt refreshed after taking a sip of beer, but the Bobcats' situation on the court was quite bad.

The reason is, of course, quite simple.

Nowitzki and Terry seemed to have suddenly awakened some kind of special ability, and they started rushing around the field in a chaotic manner!
To be honest, the Bobcats have been playing quite well lately. Yao Ming and Carlos Boozer have completely dominated the paint, and the two of them combined for 5 offensive rebounds in the first 5 minutes of the third quarter!
The Mavericks only grabbed 3 rebounds in the first five minutes of this quarter.

Their interior defense was completely crushed and destroyed. Except for taking the inbounds pass after conceding a goal, they could hardly get possession or any offensive opportunities.

Logically speaking, with their inside game being so dominated, they should be playing terribly and the Bobcats should be able to pull away in the score.

But the Mavericks just wouldn't have any sense at that moment.

What did that sentence say?

No matter how strong you are, the gentle breeze still caresses the mountain ridge.

You can be as arrogant as you want, the bright moon shines over the great river.

The Mavericks didn't care at all that their interior defense was completely destroyed, nor did they care how many points the Bobcats scored under the basket.

They just throw it!
Nowitzki and Terry threw things around haphazardly.

Two-time All-Star Jimmy Butler also regained his touch, hitting consecutive shots on the court.

Marion, who has struggled to find his shooting touch since leaving the Suns, finally broke his drought, hitting his first three-pointer of the series and his third of the playoffs.

The Mavericks are shooting like crazy!

They didn't care about defense, how many rebounds they gave up, or how many points the Bobcats scored under their basket. They didn't care about any of that.

No matter how many offensive rebounds you grab, you still have to exchange possession after you score, right?
If we switch possession, we can score!
The Mavericks' current playing style is like solving the simplest math problem.

3 points, you have 1 more point than 2!
As for the current universal values ​​of the league, such as the higher the shooting percentage when you are closer to the basket, that jump shots cannot win a championship, and that three-pointers are just an auxiliary offensive tool, they have completely forgotten them.

Why did they suddenly become so accurate in the third quarter, like gods?
Halfway through the third quarter, even though the Bobcats had a 61% field goal percentage, their original 15-point lead had been almost completely wiped out.

75: 73!

The gap between the two sides is now down to just 2 points!

The unbelievable thing that happened tonight was that a team shot 61% in half a quarter but still lost by 13 points.

Because the Mavericks made eight three-pointers in half a quarter, with a shooting percentage of 80%!

8 of 10 three-pointers made in half a quarter!

虽然如今早就不是那个一支球队一整场比赛也就出手7-8个三分命中2-3个的年代了，3分球已经越来越多的介入到比赛之中，被越来越多的教练和球员重视起来了。

But to make 8 shots in half a quarter with such a high shooting percentage is truly unbelievable.

Lin Tian was helpless against the Mavericks' three-point shooting prowess.

In the second quarter, Johnson called timeouts repeatedly in an attempt to stabilize the momentum, but in the third quarter, it was Lin Tian's turn.

He had already called two timeouts and made several substitutions in the first half of the game, hoping to stifle the Mavericks' outside shooting.

But all of this was to no avail.

Of the eight three-pointers the Mavericks made, only Marion's was a wide-open shot; the other seven were all shut down in his face.

Aside from not having any direct blocks or steals, the Bobcats' defense was excellent; they did everything they could to block the Mavericks' shots.

But it was no use; he could still score. He could score even when his face was blocked, and he could score even when he was forced to shoot from 2 meters beyond the three-point line. Even when the shot clock was down to 24 seconds, he could still score with any random shot.

The Mavericks were phenomenal.

No coach could handle a ball like that.

Well, not really. If you send in shameless old foxes like Popovich or Riley, they'll send people to kick you in the groin, scratch your face, and slap you on the knee.

Winning by using dirty tricks.

But Lin Tian couldn't do this kind of work. Although he was dirty, he still had a little bit of a bottom line.

He can't pull off such a dirty trick that would kill off his lineage.

All Lin Tian could do now was remain calm and rational.

If it were another coach, they might have put Jeremy Lin or Lance Stephenson on the court to compete with the Mavericks in a three-point shootout.

But Lin Tian knew very well that the Bobcats' strengths lay in their drives and their ability to get to the basket, while the Mavericks' strengths lay in their shooting.

If a team gets bogged down in a quagmire of competing with the Mavericks in shooting accuracy and range, then that team is truly beyond saving.

"Think of a way, Lin!" Even Jordan couldn't sit still anymore. He was extremely anxious as he watched the Mavericks get stronger and stronger and were completely out of control.

"There are only two options now." Lin Tian casually held up two fingers to make a two: "First, you go back to being 30 years old, and then go up there."

Then Lin Tian slowly lowered his index finger, leaving only his middle finger pointing at Jordan: "Second, I'll change my clothes and go up."

"You signed up?" Jordan ignored Lin Tian's middle finger and was stunned for a moment. Jordan hadn't paid any attention to the team's affairs this year, so he actually believed it now. He thought that Lin Tian might have really signed him up for the team's playoff roster, but just hadn't played yet.

Now, is Lin Tian's 'secret weapon' about to make its appearance?
Is the head coach really starting to warm up?

"What are you thinking, you idiot? How the hell could the league allow one person to be both a coach and a player at the same time? Why not just give a max-contract player a minimum salary and then give him a $3000 million a year coaching contract? Wouldn't that be a perfect way to avoid taxes and the salary cap?"

"FUXX!" Jordan, who was inexplicably rebuked by Lin Tian, ​​didn't get particularly angry except for swearing.

He focused the vast majority of his energy on the competition.

An old guy like him certainly knows what it means if the Mavericks win this game.

If the game goes to a Game 7, the Mavericks, with their fighting spirit and morale, have at least an 80% chance of winning!
The Bobcats lost tonight, and it's not just a matter of life and death; it's practically a certain death sentence.

He's in a hurry!

The championship is within reach, and the team is even leading by 2 points, but victory is visibly slipping further and further away from them.

"Do you have any ideas at all?" Jordan couldn't help but ask again.

"If I had a way, I would have used it already." Lin Tian said irritably, "With the opponent's unreasonable team outburst, if I could really play, I guarantee I could be even more unreasonable than them and score even more amazing goals!"

"You can manage even if you have to."

"But we are now..."

Lin Tian paused, not finishing his sentence.

Although he didn't say it, Van Gundy and Jordan, who were beside him, understood what he meant.

Although Yao Ming and Derrick Rose are both very good, they are still a little lacking.

They do not yet possess the spirit and determination to go against the tide, even if it means facing millions of people.

In this respect, they are not even as good as Terry and Starks, their old rivals from back in the day, like Lin Tian and Jordan.

These two have that "I'd rather go 0 for 30 shots than go 0 for 10" attitude.

Taking 10 shots proves I was scared; taking 30 shots and not making a single shot, I didn't lose.

这种气质，就能让斯塔克斯在总决赛G6的舞台上爆砍27分，也会让他在两天之后的抢七大战之中18投2中锻造16块精铁带领火箭队登顶。

In plain terms: Yao Ming and Derrick Rose are not ruthless enough, not crazy enough, and too rational.

The Bobcats are missing someone who goes to do those unreasonable, illogical, and completely crazy things.

Stephenson might be able to improve in two more years, but right now, the whole team is completely out of options.

Lin Tian watched Rose and Yao Ming battling it out on the court. The two had just completed a standard play, with Yao Ming scoring again with a hook shot under the basket, extending their lead to 4 points.

Before they could even celebrate, Peja, the Mavericks' veteran shooter who had just come on, received the ball at a 45-degree angle and unleashed a furious shot.

"Shh!"

After another crisp crack, the score difference narrowed to 1 point.

"He couldn't even stand properly, and when he jumped, this bastard's body was even sideways to the basket." Jordan couldn't help but curse, "Fuck! Even in his prime, he wouldn't have made many shots like that, right?"

"So what if he scores now? What are you going to do?" Lin Tian spread his hands, he really had no idea what to do at this moment.

What can he do about this kind of mechanical god who is forcibly cheating?
Being a player is better!
Lin Tian couldn't help but sigh, "If I were still a player, I wouldn't care about Terry, Nowitzki, Peja, or anyone else. If you guys can make 8, I can make 10. If you guys have an 80% three-point shooting percentage, I can make 100%!"

Unfortunately, Lin Tian can't play now, so he can only sit on the sidelines and worry anxiously.

At this point in the game, the situation has completely deteriorated beyond what can be resolved simply through tactics and strategy.

At the same time, Lin Tian once again understood why those top players could never be good coaches: because they felt frustrated and wished they could play themselves.

"Do you have any ideas?" Jordan couldn't help but ask again; he was genuinely anxious.

"Can you just shut up?" Lin Tian was getting annoyed by his repeated questions.

In the current situation, all Lin Tian can do is not get carried away and not try to compete with the Mavericks' strengths using his weaknesses. He needs to continue to develop his strengths, let the team play with their advantages, and try to maintain the lead, or at least keep the Mavericks from pulling away.

Then?

Then pray that the Mavericks can't be this accurate for the entire second half!
Almost done.

Isn't the entire third quarter enough for you?
In the fourth quarter, let's get back to normal a bit!

This is all Lin Tian can do right now.

Stay calm, and then pray that the Mavericks miss their shots.

Otherwise, if the entire Mavericks team were to join the ZONE, the players under his command simply wouldn't be able to beat them.

"Shh!"

While Lin Tian was waiting, news of another victory came from the Mavericks.

After dribbling the ball up the court at high speed, Terry suddenly stopped and jumped to shoot, shooting the ball into the basket despite Fields' large hand completely covering his face!

They've overtaken them!
83: 84!

Nine minutes had already passed in the third quarter!
After nine minutes of frantic and relentless offense, the Mavericks erased a 15-point deficit! This efficiency was even faster than the Bobcats' 20-point comeback victory a few days ago.

That night, the Bobcats spent the entire second half trying to catch up.

Tonight, the Mavericks took only 9 minutes to complete the comeback!
Lin Tian had no choice but to call the final timeout of the quarter.

The entire American Airlines Arena was erupting in cheers, with fans practically shouting themselves hoarse. It was only because of the strict security that the venue was safe; otherwise, given Dallas's friendly and easygoing nature, there would have been quite a few people firing shotguns into the air in celebration.

The Mavericks players were now fully in form, playing with incredible ferocity. They maintained their hunger and killer instinct, keeping themselves in a state of extreme excitement. (End of Chapter)