Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 106 This is a thank you game
Just like there must be appetizers before the main meal is served.

The warm-up started from the NBA insider show a few days ago, and the live broadcast was carried out in advance today.

"Too fake!"

In the studio, Barkley was yelling loudly.

"Really, I feel like this guy just memorized the speech in advance. Oh my god, why is he still thanking Michael for sacrificing his time and getting up early to train with him those days?"

"Oh my god, can it be any more fake!"

"Bron, you're only 19 years old, you can't be so hypocritical." Barkley pointed at the camera and shouted.

Just now, at the pre-match press conference, Brown appeared as the focus.

As expected, he expressed his sincere gratitude to the Wizards and Jordan, thanking them for selecting him as the No. 1 pick and thanking Jordan for taking care of him.

But in Barkley's view, it couldn't be more fake.

Kenny Smith said, "Charles, do you think there is a possibility that these are really Kwame's true words?"

"He's just a kid. I've watched a lot of interviews with him and I can tell he's very sincere. Although a little shy, he's very polite and would never say anything bad about anyone."

"He plays hard and wants to win, and he's a good kid, so he's probably really grateful to the Wizards and to Michael."

"I remember he also said that his idol was Michael."

Barkley looked at Smith with a strange expression.

"Kenny, are you... speaking sarcastically?" Barkley asked suspiciously, his expression as if asking how could you be so naive.

Barkley dared to guarantee with his own life that Brown absolutely hated Jordan.

If it were me, after being fooled by Jordan like that, I would be so angry that I would never have anything to do with Jordan again.

Looking at Barkley's question mark face, Smith couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. Then he raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, I admit I'm talking nonsense. Really, those two are too fake. And Michael, he even ran to the hotel where the Magic were staying, and when he came out, he smiled and told the reporters that he had a good chat with Brown."

"Haha, when he said that, wasn't he afraid that reporters would run upstairs to find Brown to verify it?"

Barkley breathed a sigh of relief and almost thought Smith was crazy.

Then he nodded in agreement and said, "Really? These two are so fake. Larry should be more honest and admit it directly. He came here just to make Michael laugh."

Larry Bird even made a special trip to the game.

When he was interviewed by reporters, he was even more outspoken, saying that he came here today for one purpose, which was to see with his own eyes how Brown was going to "thank" Jordan.

Then he did not forget his original intention and pretended to be cool by saying that if Brown scored less than Jordan today, he would take off his head and let Jordan kick it like a ball.

After saying this, he seemed to think that the words were not harsh enough, so he added another sentence.

They said Jordan couldn't play football at all, but he liked playing golf. He had two balls on him that he could take off and use as golf balls.

"What a pity, the Pacers have a game today." Barkley sighed again.

It always felt like something was missing when Isaiah Thomas, Jordan's number one enemy, was not present.

At this time, Ernie Johnson interrupted the two people who were talking and asked them to predict how many points Brown would score today.
"At least thirty points." Smith said without hesitation.

"Thirty points, Kenny, who are you looking down on?"

Barkley immediately screamed, raised one hand proudly, and shouted at the camera: "Kwame, listen to me, score 50 points, shut up all the Wizards fans, and tell them what a big mistake it was to trade you!"

At the same time, in the visiting team's locker room, after the reporters left, McGrady asked the same question.

He turned around, grabbed Brown's shoulders, and said seriously, "Kwame, just tell me, how many points do you want to get?"

Everyone present looked at Brown with similar eyes.

Old guys like Grant Ewing just enjoy watching the fun.

For other young players, there is also a sense of shared hatred and solidarity.

After all, Brown is his teammate.

Moreover, Brown has performed so well and has become the core of the team. Maybe many of them are counting on Brown to decide whether they can touch the championship trophy in their lifetime.

What I didn’t say today is that I must help Brown get revenge.

"Kwame, don't worry about the number of points, as long as it's higher than Jordan." Courtney Alexander said coldly on the opposite side.

Grant grinned and said, "Tracy, work hard and limit Michael's score to 22 points. Then, Kwame, if you score 23 points, I guarantee it will be better than if you score 40."

The number 23 is almost synonymous with Jordan.

Just by outdoing him and scoring 23 points, Jordan would definitely be pissed off.

Ewing also laughed and said, "Yes, 23 points is more reliable. Believe me, the Wizards won't let you get high scores easily. They will probably double-team you."

This game has been hyped up to this point.

The Wizards would rather lose the game or let anyone from the Magic score high than allow Brown to score high points.

Brown said nothing, but just clenched his fists silently.

Regardless of whether he will be double-teamed or not, he has only one goal, to attack with all his strength and score the most points.

For several months, I have been holding this anger in my heart and it makes me uncomfortable.

Rivers returned to the locker room.

He rarely gave Brown a long speech to encourage him. Instead, he patted Brown on the shoulder and expressed his attitude with a look.

No tactics need to be arranged.

The Magic are first in the Eastern Conference, and the Wizards are last in the Eastern Conference.

So there is only one tactic today, win the game, and then pass the ball to Brown more and let him score more points.

"set off!"

He waved his hand and walked out of the locker room first.

This was Brown's first time standing on the Verizon Center floor.

He had been to the training hall, but this was his first time stepping on the home court floor.

His appearance triggered an earthquake-like roar of ridicule from the fans in the stadium.

"Trash", "Garbage", "Go to hell"

All kinds of insults echoed throughout the stadium like a tsunami.

At the front of the stands, some fans who had been prepared for the game immediately unfolded a huge banner.

"Even if we choose a hundred times, we won't choose you!"

Taunting directly fills it up.

Similar slogans are everywhere.

"You rednecks from Brunswick, go back to where you came from."

"How dare you be compared with Hill!"

The loud curses made Guo Yonglin's wife, who was sitting in the front row, cover her son's ears immediately.

Guo Yonglin felt that the chair under his butt was shaking at the noise, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

As the players of both teams began their final warm-up.

Every time Brown got the ball, the crowd booed loudly.

It was the first time that Guo Yonglin knew that Washington fans could work together like this.

"Tang Sen, aren't you nervous at all?" Guo Yonglin noticed that Tang Sen looked calm and couldn't help asking.

He showed his hands, which were sweaty.

He was afraid that Brown would be affected and perform poorly.

"Why are you so nervous?" Tang Sen smiled and said, "If you perform well, then everything will be fine. If you don't perform well, it doesn't matter. After all, today is a thank-you game, so we should just express our gratitude honestly and that's it."

Anyway, Tang Sen was not nervous at all.

This wasn't a harsh statement made before the game to teach Jordan a lesson.

If you do that, you’ll be slapped in the face if you lose.

But today is a thank you game!
So whether he wins or loses, it won't have any impact on Brown.

Guo Yonglin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and yelled, "Damn it, Old Tang, you're such a cunning fool."

This means that all the pressure is now on Jordan.

If you lose, you will be embarrassed in public.

Even if he wins, people might still say that his victory is unfair. The god of basketball would actually target a rookie like this.

Guo Yonglin had seen how mean a reporter's mouth was, having worked with Tang Sen for quite some time.

Donson looked at Brown, who was shooting the ball in a methodical warm-up. The noisy scene didn't bother him at all.

Although he started a new journey in the Magic and played well, Tangsen could feel that everything he experienced in the Wizards was not just a bad past.

That was a denial from the greatest basketball player ever, Michael Jordan.

So Brown kept trying.

In his bedroom, there is a whiteboard with goals written on it, and the biggest goal now is to win this game.

He remembers it all in his heart.

He must win this victory in order to completely get rid of these burdens.

"Kid, work hard."

Tang Sen silently cheered for Brown in his heart.

The competition officially started at 6:30 in the evening.

The Magic still used the original starting lineup without any adjustments.

On the Wizards side, Haywood and Jahidi White started in the interior, Michael Jordan was the small forward, and Hamilton and Chris Whitney were the backcourt partners.

Standing in the center circle, Haywood suddenly felt dazed.

A few months ago, during the summer league, he played for the Magic and played hard, hoping to impress the Magic management and get more opportunities.

Unexpectedly, with the passage of time, I became Brown's opponent again, but I was wearing his former jersey.

The key is that this kid... is not easy to deal with!

Haywood could feel a pair of sharp eyes behind him, as if they were real.

Jordan was staring at him.

Just as he was thinking about it, the basketball was thrown and Haywood instinctively jumped.

But Brown in front of him was faster and jumped higher, and he flicked the basketball away with his own hand.

Without time to think, Haywood immediately turned around and followed.

Brown's target is clear, which is the waist position on the left side of the penalty area.

Haywood knew that this was Brown's sweet spot, so he immediately exerted force, trying to push Brown away.

But it didn't move.

Done!

An idea immediately popped into Haywood's mind.

During the summer league, Brown's confrontation was also good, but he could still handle it and easily drive him out of the dessert position.

But now, it’s completely different.

The ball was delivered immediately.

White subconsciously wanted to double-team, but suddenly remembered the angry Jordan and decisively retracted his foot.

Anyway, I'm just accompanying the prince to study, so Jordan can do whatever he wants.

It's his face that's lost, and it has nothing to do with us little-known people.

There was a lot of booing at the scene.

Especially behind the backboard, a large number of Wizards fans were cursing in an organized and uniform manner.

Brown did not start with a back-to-the-basket shot as usual. Instead, he turned over with the ball, pushed Haywood away with his upper body, and turned to face the basket.

Haywood stretched out his hand as if facing a great enemy, preventing Brown from starting.

At this moment, Brown took a tentative step and pretended to shoot.

Haywood instinctively shifted his center of gravity to make a jump shot, but then he suddenly remembered that Brown rarely took jump shots at this distance, so he held back his strength.

But at this moment, Brown really jumped.

This time, Haywood had no time to pounce again and was a beat too late.

The action was standard, the feeling was right, and it fell steadily into the basket.

Get the head start!

Brown gave a covert punch, turned and ran away.

The boos stopped for a moment, then grew louder.

"Shit, what the hell are you doing?"

Haywood was in a daze when he heard Jordan's insults coming from the side.

He was startled and didn't dare to look at Jordan any longer, so he ran away quickly.

Jordan followed with a dark face.

As soon as the ball crossed half court, Whitney passed it to Jordan as if it were hot.

Jordan advanced with the ball, but his eyes fell on Brown in the penalty area.

Haywood lost his position again and was pushed out of the penalty area.

Jordan cursed inwardly, calling him a waste, and resisted the urge to rush to the basket and dunk over Brown.

The game has just begun, he wants to save the exciting part for last and not let his opponent die so easily.

Everyone moved away, and Jordan dribbled the ball leisurely, glancing at McGrady.

Just this one look made McGrady instinctively take a step forward.

He felt like Jordan might shoot.

But Jordan just paused, played a rhythm break, and then started directly and broke through to the right.

McGrady reacted very quickly, pulling back and moving sideways to follow.

With just one step, Jordan jumped at his own pace.

Fading jump shot.

At the age of 38, he has lost the invincible bounce and abnormal air suspension of his youth, but his movements are still graceful, his body is smooth and stretched, and he throws the basketball elegantly at the highest point.

Even if McGrady jumped up in time to block the shot, he could not affect the perfect arc of the ball.

Without a doubt, the ball went into the net.

The Wizards fans in the stands seemed to be engaged in a battle as well, erupting in loud and uniform cheers.

McGrady's eyes became more serious, he had already felt the power of this old guy.

Today he said he wanted to help Brown get high scores, but McGrady still had another wish, which was to challenge Jordan.

As a defender, who doesn't have the desire to kill gods and prove his truth?

But McGrady still knows who is the protagonist today.

After two months, they have developed enough tacit understanding with each other.

Noticing Brown's movement, McGrady faked a shot and flicked the ball past him.

Brown rushed over and caught the ball.

Still on the left side of the penalty area.

Haywood followed closely and immediately noticed that Brown, who received the ball, was still taking a tentative step and preparing to rise.

This time, Haywood no longer hesitated and stepped forward decisively to block.

Just then, Brown ducked and pulled back.

Fake action!
Haywood wanted to curse instantly.

But it was too late to react.

Brown took a step forward, slipped in from the left side of Haywood, took a step forward, and made a layup directly.

The speed and continuity of the movements made Rivers on the sidelines look sideways.

If he remembered correctly, when they played against the Hornets, Donson told him that he was training Brown's low-post shooting and trying to develop more offensive methods.

At that time, he was worried that the training content was too much and he would not be able to digest it all.

Unexpectedly, only a week later, Brown was already able to perform it quite well.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked for Tang Sen.

With the speed at which training produces results, what's the difference between this and making a wish with a magic lamp?
(End of this chapter)