Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 105 If you are still in the mood after the game, let’s have a game

Doug Collins at his home in Washington.

In the early morning, with a scream, Collins' wife Cathy was surprised to find that her husband was still sitting in front of the TV with red eyes and only a few residues left in the coffee pot.

Videotapes piled up at his feet, and crumpled white paper filled the trash can.

The game was still being broadcast on TV, and Collins was watching it intently, pausing from time to time to write and draw on the tactics.

"God, Doug, don't tell me you didn't get a break."

Casey walked over quickly.

He thought this 50-year-old gray-haired old man was crazy.

She sat down on the couch and reminded him, "Doug, this is just a regular season game."

"No!"

Collins rubbed his sore eyes and said, "You don't understand. This is definitely not an ordinary game, at least not for Michael."

The media hype was exaggerated, but in Collins's opinion, it was not entirely nonsense.

In Jordan's mind, this game means a lot.

If they lose and let that brat Brown get his wish, then people will always mention that in the summer of 01, the great Michael Jordan foolishly completed a deal, sending away a super genius in exchange for a sick child.

Even Jordan could not afford such a loss of honor.

Not to mention all the smiles and praise he forced out to the media in order to trade Brown, even if I had to choose a hundred times, I wouldn't have picked him.

Those clownish behaviors will be mentioned repeatedly as Brown's revenge succeeds.

So we cannot afford to lose this game.

For this game, after losing to the Cavaliers on the 27th, Jordan announced that he would rest for a few days due to a knee injury.

Just to heal my knees and get ready for this game.

This is Jordan, the iron man who would play even if he had food poisoning.

So even if Jordan didn't say anything, Collins knew what he meant.

But what’s funny is that the Wizards actually won both games that Jordan missed.

But it doesn’t matter.

Three days of rest will give Jordan's knee, which had already sounded the alarm, a break and allow him to prepare for the game.

Cathy sighed, knowing the relationship between her husband and Jordan, and then asked him if he had thought of a way to win the game after staying up all night.

"of course."

A smile crossed Collins's face.

To be honest, it was only after carefully reviewing the Magic's game videos from last month that he was surprised to find that Brown had adapted so well to the NBA.

He plays smartly and can always use his physical advantage to beat white centers who are afraid of confrontation and slow-footed.

Even when facing top centers like Duncan and O'Neal, he didn't play too badly.

His thick and strong body gives him the confidence to face any opponent in the interior.

His solid low-post hook shot and occasional flashes of mid-range shooting allow him to move both inside and outside with ease.

Therefore, his average performance of 20.3 points and 10.8 rebounds per game so far this season can be said to be absolutely true.

According to rumors, Brown was nominated for the Eastern Conference Player of the Year.

Putting aside the 20 plus 10 data, the Magic's record of being first in the Eastern Conference is a real achievement.

Even if he is not nominated in the end, he is almost certain to win the Eastern Conference Rookie of the Year.

It is not easy to defend Brown with the Wizards' current inside configuration.

Haywood was a good defender, and Jordan also deliberately promoted him, letting him share playing time with Laettner.

But in Collins' opinion, Haywood is not good enough and not stable enough.

If it was Brown from the Summer League period, Haywood should still be able to defend him.

Now Brown and Haywood can only end up being beaten.

Laettner is even worse.

His athletic ability can be blown into a sieve by Brown.

So after reviewing all the Magic's game tapes, Collins found a solution.

Like the Wolves did, use a zone defense to defend Brown.

The two games against the Wolves were definitely the two most struggling games for Brown in the last month.

The offense was constipated and there were many mistakes.

Collins has already figured out the specific staffing arrangements.

Even in a small space, two plans were developed based on the existing staffing.

One is to have Haywood start at center, partnering with the explosive Popeye Jones.

Although the latter is short, only 2.03 meters tall, and is also old, but precisely because of his short stature, his athletic ability is still acceptable.

The other option is to have big buffalo Jahidi White start at center and partner with Laettner.

White's offense is a mess. He is only 2.05 meters tall, but he has an astonishing weight of 130 kilograms.

He is quite powerful in defending in the interior.

Of course, the key factor in the Wolves' ability to beat the Magic was Garnett.

The Wolves' current zone defense is not static, they can switch between 2-3 zone and 3-2 zone at any time.

The one in the center is Garnett.

He has an amazing range of assisting defense activities, and he also has rich defensive experience. He can command his teammates' positions, roam in high and low positions according to the opponent's performance, and always form a local defensive advantage.

This is the main reason why the Wolves' performance has risen and they have defeated the Magic, causing Brown to struggle.

The Wizards naturally don't have a player like Garnett, but Collins wants Jordan to play this role.

Let him roam around and connect with the team, split the Magic's inside and outside lines, and interfere with Brown's passes. Even if Brown receives the ball, he will be immediately surrounded and blocked.

This one move alone should be enough to limit Brown.

And as long as Brown performs poorly, the game is mostly won.

Thinking of this, Collins didn't take time to rest and hurried off to the team. He wanted to take advantage of the morning training time to do a final rehearsal.

As Collins drove to the Verizon Center, he noticed the streets outside the arena were packed with news trucks.

It felt like all the media in the United States had come over.

It's just a regular season game, not a Christmas game, but it has become so popular due to the media hype. It's unimaginable.

Collins felt the heavy pressure again.

As soon as he appeared, he was immediately blocked by a large number of reporters.

Many reporters banged on the car windows, trying to get an interview with Collins.

Collins honked his horn expressionlessly, waiting for security to drive the reporters away.

In the parking lot, Collins saw Jordan's car.

The training is at 10 o'clock, and this guy is here early again.

Collins sighed, parked the car, and headed to the locker room.

We also met Johnny Bach on the way.

He looked unhappy and signaled Collins to go to the locker room quickly.

Jordan lost his temper.

Scolding Haywood for being late for training.

The entire locker room seemed to be filled with gas, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

Collins sighed secretly and hurried forward to persuade Jordan to leave.

Only after the two left did everyone in the locker room breathe a sigh of relief.

They communicated with each other through eye contact, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

No one dared to talk about Jordan behind his back. If someone reported him, their own future would be in jeopardy.

But soon, Jordan got angry again.

He was very dissatisfied with Collins' tactics. "No, Doug, I don't accept this tactic!" Jordan's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. "If we rely on double-teaming to limit that kid, doesn't that tell everyone that he has the ability of a star player?"

"That does not work."

Jordan gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I need a fair victory to tell everyone that the person I chose is better than that kid."

"So Brandon has to start, and he has to guard that guy for me."

Collins remained silent, rolling his eyes inwardly.

Expecting Haywood to completely defend Brown, you should listen to what you are saying.

Jordan didn't care and continued to blast: "Doug, I don't know what you're thinking. Don't you understand what I'm thinking? You actually want me to help defend him? Then you might as well let me play center directly. Anyway, this won't work. I don't agree."

At this moment, Collins inexplicably had an urge to punch Jordan.

So fucking infuriating!

I stayed up all night and came up with a way to win, and you tell me it won't work.

What else do I not understand your idea?
Collins wanted to say, I know what you are going to do just by sticking your butt out. You just want to get a higher score than Brown in front of everyone and tell everyone, don’t care how well that kid performs, I am better than him anyway, and I am the basketball god that you can never reach!

But facing Jordan's uncompromising look, what could Collins do but swallow all his resentment.

Give up, let it be destroyed, at worst you can just kick me out tomorrow, this damn head coach, whoever wants to do it can do it!

Haywood, who arrived in a hurry, was inevitably scolded by Jordan again.

Being scolded was not enough. After the training, Jordan hooked his arm around Haywood's shoulders and warned him fiercely: "Brandon, you better guard Brown in tonight's game..."

He didn't say anything else, but the warning was clear.

Even though Brandon is 22 years old, a college graduate, and has a mature and steady personality, he was frightened and silent at this moment, feeling very anxious.

After returning to the car and greeting Grover who was waiting for him, Jordan did not go home to rest. Instead, he patted Wozniak, the bodyguard who was also his part-time driver, and said, "John, let's go to the Hilton!"

Grover's expression changed slightly.

All the Magic members checked into the nearby Hilton Hotel.

"Michael, what do you want to do?" Grover asked nervously.

There is no doubt that there are a lot of reporters there.

If you run over at this time, aren't you afraid of being talked about?
"Don't worry."

Jordan looked like he was saying, "Don't worry about it, I have my own plans."

Grover's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could this guy be going to find Tang Sen?

After all, he lost to Tang Sen twice.

So this time, I will take advantage of the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and take revenge.

Absolutely!
Grover knew Jordan too well. He was a vengeful man. How could he just laugh it off and forget about losing to Townsend twice?

Soon, the car arrived at the hotel.

As expected, there were many reporters gathered at the hotel entrance.

As soon as Jordan's business car appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of reporters, who gathered around it in surprise.

The car door opens.

Jordan got out of the car confidently with a relaxed smile on his face. He waved his hand, signaling the many reporters to stay calm, take it easy, and come one by one.

"Why did you come?"

Jordan laughed and asked, "Man, tell me why I can't come. I have old friends I know. Can't I come and meet them?"

Many reporters looked at each other.

This is true.

Not to mention Grant and Buechler, Ewing has also been a good friend of Jordan for many years.

It makes sense to take advantage of the opportunity before the game to come over and have a chat.

"What about Brown?" a reporter shouted with his head down.

Jordan was not angry, still smiling, and said: "Guys, I have answered this question many times. I have always told you that there is no problem between me and Kwame."

"He's a good kid. During the pre-draft workout, I really liked him and thought he was very talented. As for the draft, the reason I said that was because we had a greater plan, and you all know this plan, which is to trade Grant."

"So I never thought Kwame was bad. On the contrary, I recognized my judgment. He has always been a talented player. And his current performance also proves that my judgment is correct."

"It's just that when we have the opportunity to get a great player like Grant, we can only be forced to make a difficult choice. I will have a good chat with Brown later. This kid has performed too well recently."

After saying that, Jordan left the reporters and walked into the hotel.

Grover followed, sighing silently inwardly.

Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills!
If Grover didn't know how angry Jordan was behind the scenes, he might have believed this sincere answer.

However, as soon as he shook off the reporters and entered the elevator, Jordan's expression immediately became gloomy.

Even a spit was nailed to the ground.

It was as if what I just said had soiled my mouth.

But after leaving the elevator, his face seemed to have changed again, with a smile all over his face, and he chatted lively with Grant and others.

And, of course, Brown.

"Kwame, long time no see."

Jordan greeted Brown with a smile. When Brown extended his hand to shake his, Jordan enthusiastically pulled him into his arms and said with a laugh, "Damn genius kid, give me a hug. I once taught you a lesson. I'm considered your mentor."

Brown's whole body was filled with resistance, and he was forced to complete the hug with Jordan.

Tang Sen, who was standing next to him, remained silent. In this sentence, perhaps the word "damn" was the true meaning.

"Don!"

After letting go of Brown, Jordan greeted Tang Sen with a smile and asked Tang Sen why he didn't answer his call.

He asked someone to get Tang Sen's phone number and actually called Tang Sen, hoping to recruit him to the Wizards.

Tang Sen really felt that Jordan's behavior was quite boring, so he replied in a neither soft nor hard way: "I usually don't answer calls from strangers."

Jordan's eyes twitched quickly, and he understood.

It means that the two of them are not familiar with each other.

He cursed inwardly, but still put on a smile as he said, "Tang, there's still some time before the game starts. Should we find a place to play?"

He didn't avoid people.

So after the words were spoken, Ewing, who seemed to know the inside story, did not react at all, but Grant's ears stood up like radar, and his eyes were roving around Townsend and Jordan.

Tang Sen sighed inwardly.

I guessed Jordan would do this.

Before, he had to make a special trip to get her, but now, it’s like she’s delivered to his door.

After a moment of hesitation, Tang Sen smiled and said, "Okay, after the game tonight, if you're still in the mood, we'll have a game."

For a moment, Jordan didn't react.

But the next moment, Jordan came to his senses and his facial expression was almost out of control.

Tang Sen's words clearly meant that he was bound to lose the match tonight and that he would not be in the mood to fight with him then.

You look down on yourself, don’t you?
Jordan forced a smile and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'm always in a good mood when I meet an interesting opponent."

Tang Sen nodded and glanced at Jordan's knees vaguely.

Jordan caught it and was so angry that he almost went berserk.

He didn't stay any longer, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions.

After he left, Ewing gave Tang Sen a thumbs up and said, "Tang, you are really awesome."

Tang Sen is definitely the first person who can beat Jordan and dare to talk back at him in person.

Grant was so anxious that he couldn't wait to ask himself what he had missed.

Tang Sen didn't explain. Seeing that Brown was still in a daze, he patted him.

"What are you doing? Let's go train."

Now that someone has come to challenge us, we must prepare well.

(End of this chapter)