Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 87 Jordan's Tolerance
"Holy shit, it's insane!"

In the TNT live broadcast room, the exclamations came to an abrupt end like screams, turning into a series of beeps.

Kenny Smith, who was wearing glasses, held his head in his hands and shook his head in disbelief.

Barkley even slammed the table and yelled at the camera.

“get off my way!”

"I'm the one who dares to dunk over even Alonzo Mourning!"

Even Mourning dunked over him, so what are you, Keon Clark?

If you had any sense, you would have gotten out of my way the moment I jumped!
in the lens.

Antonio Davis, who was nearby, rushed forward immediately to check on his teammates.

Clark slowed down for a moment, then stood up and prepared to rush over.

Then he was hugged by Davis immediately.

"Let him go and let them fight like men!"

Barkley enjoys watching the fun.

Unfortunately, Clark was pulled away.

Grant, the old hand, also immediately protected Brown behind him.

With Brown's free throw, his score reached 10 points.

"10 points in a single quarter!"

Ernie Johnson took a deep breath and reminded the two of them.

Without showing off, Brown scored 10 points in a single quarter.

The main reason was that Olajuwon scored three consecutive singles and scored 6 points in one go.

"During the preseason, Brown performed very well, often scoring nearly 10 points in the first quarter."

"At the time, many newspapers questioned him, saying it was just a preseason game and that he wouldn't be able to perform like that in the regular season when the competition got more intense."

"What do you say now?"

Ernie Johnson asked back into the camera.

It even made Barkley ask Ernie Johnson if he was conquered by Brown and became a fan of Brown.

"He's only 19 and he's doing so well, so why not?"

Ernie Johnson asked frankly.

Who wouldn't like a 19-year-old boy who performs like this?

"That's you, not enough for me."

Barkley curled his lips. It was not easy to impress him.

As he spoke, he winked at Kenny Smith across from him and asked cryptically, "Kenny, what do you think Michael's tolerance for Brown's score is? Twenty points?"

Why do they want to broadcast the Magic live across the United States? They just want to stir up trouble.

Now Hill has to undergo another surgery and his season is almost over.

Although Jordan said that he had no regrets, could he remain calm when he saw Brown killing everyone?
I just don't know how well Brown can perform to break Jordan's defense.

Kenny Smith understood instantly and said with a grin, "Charles, you know Michael. He's very strong inside. Twenty points, you underestimate him!"

He held up three fingers.

"At least 30 points!"

A rookie scored 30 points in his debut?
almost!

Hill scored 25 points in his career debut.

How many points did you score in your Jordan debut?

16 points!
Duncan, who made the entire league willing to give up everything to get the No. 1 pick, only scored 15 points in his debut!
Barkley nodded in agreement.

If Brown really scored 30 points in his debut, Jordan would definitely break down his defense and curse.

"By the way, how many points did Michael get?"

Barkley suddenly asked.

On the other side, the competition was also going on simultaneously.

Kenny Smith listened to the headset and said with a smile, "That's quite a lot, 6 points."

The first quarter had just ended and Jordan tried his hand at scoring, making 3 of 8 shots and scoring 6 points.

"sure!"

Barkley's eyebrows moved as he said, "You do the math. Brown is 19 and Michael is 38, so Michael's 6 points are equivalent to 12 points, right? He's better than Brown, right?"

Smith on the opposite side almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Is there anyone who can make such a comparison as yours?

You are poking Jordan in the lungs. Cricket, he is too old.

It's a live broadcast. If you say that, aren't you afraid that Jordan will challenge you for a real-life PK?

Barkley doesn't care.

He even felt that it was not enough. According to his idea, the Magic had to play against the Wizards, and Brown had to dunk over Jordan's head, which would be interesting.

I let you trade me, I let you shout that you will never choose me.

Unfortunately, the first match between the two teams will not be until December.

Just when Barkley was complaining that the game wasn't exciting enough, this happened.

More than three minutes into the second quarter, Brown came on the court again.

Lenny Wilkens didn't rush to sub out Clark.

Olajuwon is so old now, who would dare to use him to death?

In Wilkens's vision, he wanted Olajuwon to play a pseudo-starting role.

Clark, who was shocked by the rookie, was still angry.

He knew that this game attracted a lot of attention.

He could imagine that tomorrow's newspapers would be full of reports about him being dunked on and becoming a background piece.

Even before tomorrow, as soon as the game is over, the embarrassing scene of himself being knocked away by a dunk will appear in the game highlights of major media outlets.

It’s not that I haven’t been dunked on before.

But the rookie?

Even though he was the top pick, Clark couldn't accept it.

So the first thing he did when Brown came on the court was to confront Brown in the paint.

It's no use.

I just can’t push it up.

The weight difference is almost 15 kilograms!
But Clark did not back down, and even became more ferocious.

This is the NBA, not your high school kid's game.

It's a fight!
Therefore, when Carter's mid-range shot missed and Brown blocked his position when he was grabbing the rebound, Clark didn't think twice. He swung his arm, pushed Brown away, went around him, and reached out to grab the rebound.

Drop drop!
A sharp whistle sounded.

Clark landed and then realized that Brown was bending over with his hands covering his face.

And in just a moment, blood seeped out from between his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Grant, who was not far away, roared and pushed Clark hard.

Davis rushed over and stood between the two men.

The surrounding players rushed over.

Brown is now the favorite of the Magic locker room because of his politeness.

"You trash, you did it on purpose!" Grant was hugged tightly by Miller and yelled at Clark angrily.

I had already said that I would take care of Brown.

Even Rivers talked to himself, saying that he was a veteran and should take better care of Brown on the court.

Brown is the No. 1 pick and the core of the team, and Grant has this awareness.

As a result, his head was cut open in front of him.

This is a slap in the face!
Clark is no sweet baby.

In 98, he was selected by the Magic with the 13th pick in the first round, just in time for the season suspension.

As a result, the Magic management discovered that this kid was an alcoholic.

That's when he was quickly sent to the Nuggets.

He didn't change his bad habit, and it even got worse. He drank it every day, even during breaks in games and during halftime.

He himself admitted to the reporter that he was never fully sober when he played.

So Clark not only didn't care, but also said sarcastically: "It's just a little blood, don't be a fucking woman, go cry to your mother if you want to."

As soon as these words came out, Grant almost went berserk.

Brown obviously heard it, but didn't care. He covered his face and was pulled off the field by the team doctor.

Everyone gathered around him.

Tang Sen was also among them, frowning secretly.

Not all players on the court are good guys. There are many cases of pushing, elbowing, and physical violence.

I don’t know if the 19-year-old Brown can bear this.

Brown looked up and released his grip.

It's the nose.

An elbow hit his nose and blood started flowing out.

The nose seems to be a little crooked.

"How is it?" Rivers was nervous.

Billings squeezed it and said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. Brown, go back to the locker room and I'll help you deal with it."

Brown tilted his head back.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and like blood, I couldn't stop crying.

It hurts.

There is also the irritation reaction after the nose is hit.

He tilted his head back, and all he could hear was the chaotic sounds in the gym.

The fans were cursing.

The teammates were whispering to each other.

Grant's voice was also heard, shouting that he wanted to teach Clark a lesson.

Brown could only see the people around him out of the corner of his eye.

He subconsciously wanted to find that familiar figure.

He saw it from the outskirts of the crowd.

But Tang Sen just stood there quietly, looking at himself with a serious expression.

Billings helped Brown up and walked to the locker room.

Everyone made way.

When passing by Tang Sen, Brown subconsciously wanted to stop.

Glancing out of the corner of my eye.

Tang Sen frowned even more tightly, and his eyes seemed... a little disappointed?
Before he could think about it, he was pulled away by Billings.

……

Seeing Brown walking towards the locker room, there was an uproar and more verbal abuse.

TNT's live broadcast footage was also cut away immediately.

The scene of a face covered in blood is somewhat inappropriate for children.

Barkley and the other two looked at each other.

"There's nothing I can do, this is the game." Kenny Smith muttered.

Barkley sighed and said worriedly, "I hope the little guy won't be scared."

Brown is too young.

Only 19, like a kid who just grew up.

Only after experiencing it can you know.

The era when I played basketball was wild and rough.

In serious cases, like Tomjanovich, his brains were beaten out.

Barkley doesn't agree with this kind of thing, but he has to admit that it is part of the game.

If I can't beat you in basketball, can I beat you in a fight? Barkley didn't know what the outcome would be for Brown, who had just graduated from high school and plunged headfirst into a deep sea filled with sharks.

One can only hope he doesn't get scared.

But at this moment, he suddenly exclaimed.

"Why is he back?"

Kenny Smith shouted from the opposite side.

Brown, who had just walked into the player tunnel, turned back.

The scene of the game.

Tang Sen, who had just sat down again, quickly turned his head to look.

Brown was seen sitting in the corner of the bench.

Billings was close to his assistant, who was working on his nose.

Ewing and others gathered around him.

Faintly, Brown's muffled groan could be heard.

The fans in the nearby stands stretched their necks, and the audience was also talking about it.

"Why is he back?"

"I don't know. I hope he won't fight again."

Many people saw it, and Brown's face was covered in blood.

Brown really wants to fight.

His nasal cartilage was pinched back, his nostrils were stuffed with large cotton balls, the blood on his face was wiped off, and after arguing with Rivers for a few words, he stood in the waiting area for the game.

When he passed by Tang Sen, he stopped for a moment, turned his head and nodded at Tang Sen.

The eyes are very sharp.

With 5 minutes and 11 seconds left in the second quarter, Brown came on the court again.

Olajuwon had already returned to the court. Looking at Brown, who appeared in front of him and could only breathe through his mouth because of a cotton ball stuffed in his nose, he couldn't help but say, "Boy, you really don't have to do this."

"Is necessary."

Brown replied vaguely.

The nosebleed had not completely stopped yet and it flowed back into my throat. I swallowed it mixed with saliva and it tasted very fishy.

But Brown didn't care.

I actually saw a look of disappointment on Tang Sen's face.

Yes, sir, you must be disappointed in yourself and feel that you are making a big deal out of nothing.

It's just a broken nose.

Are we not going to play the game anymore?

So Brown came back, not only to finish the game, but also to beat Clark, and then, as Tang Sen said, point at his eyes and tell him that he is a waste!
As he was speaking, Brown moved sideways and trapped Olajuwon behind him. After receiving the ball, he did the same thing as before.

Just push hard towards the basket.

That momentum made Olajuwon a little scared.

Nearing the basket, Brown lowered his waist, half turned around, and made a strong layup.

drop!
The whistle sounded.

Olajuwon raised his hands helplessly. This kid definitely did it on purpose. His playing style was too brutal. He was bullying him because he was older.

Wilkens on the sidelines clapped his hands anxiously, reminding Olajuwon to be careful of fouls.

He already has three fouls.

Brown went to the free throw line.

When the ball came, he stood straight and adjusted his breathing.

At this moment, Mike Miller next to him hurriedly reminded: "Brown, nose."

It was Brown's nosebleed that seeped through the cotton ball and flowed out.

Brown was completely unaware and just stared at the basket calmly.

This scene was also captured by the camera.

"Shit, God, this guy is so hard!"

Barkley shouted excitedly.

"No, seriously, I love this guy so much. Damn, I'm going to be his fan."

At this moment, Barkley suddenly understood why Brown was able to conquer a tough guy like Mourning in just one quarter and make him praise Brown like that.

This 19-year-old boy is as tough and brave as a warrior!

After being reminded, Brown didn't care. He made the first free throw steadily, and then walked off the court to stuff the cotton ball again at the referee's signal.

Tang Sen saw this and felt a little distressed.

What's going on with this kid?
Why does it feel like I'm being stimulated?

If you are injured, even if you still have to come back to play, you should go back to the locker room and deal with it first.

Who can say that you can't do anything?

2 free throws made.

Brown ran away without saying a word.

His actions have infected the 17,000 fans at the scene.

Brown's name echoed like a torrent.

The magic's momentum was fully aroused.

McGrady pulled the ball from the high post, changed direction, took two steps, faced Carter's defense, and shot the ball like an arrow piercing the heart.

And on the defensive end.

When Elvin Williams cut into the basket after setting a screen, he looked at Brown who was rushing over to defend, and his heart trembled inexplicably, and he chose to stop and jump shot.

He was stunned.

With this fierce momentum, the Magic played a 6-0 wave and widened the score difference to 11 points.

Wilkens marveled at Brown's toughness, but he wanted to win.

He hesitated for a moment, then replaced him with Clark.

Olajuwon doesn't attack much anymore.

Clark didn't care either.

A rookie dares to be arrogant in front of me, why can't I teach him a lesson.

Seeing Clark come on the court, Grant immediately came to Brown's side.

"Don't let him have it easy."

Grant said fiercely.

Brown said nothing, anger surging in his eyes.

Did this guy just talk about his mother?
Raptors attack.

It’s Carter’s cut again.

The current Raptors are similar to the Magic, without many stable scoring points.

Even if Carter doesn't feel good in this game, we have to let him attack.

Brown's attention is also on him, ready to assist in defense and intercept at any time.

At this moment, Carter, who cut diagonally from the baseline to the middle, suddenly swung the ball, and the basketball slipped out from between the people and was accurately delivered to Clark's hands.

Clark only knew how to eat bread, and this bread was delivered to his mouth.

He took a step forward and pretended to dunk the ball.

But just as he jumped up, an arm swung over from the side.

It's Brown!
He turned around extremely quickly, and with just one step, he jumped up like a spring.

No skill, just anger.

Brown swung his arm and slapped the basketball hard.

It's not just the ball, it's also the people.

Clark lost his balance and fell on his back to the floor.

The boiling stadium suddenly fell silent for a moment.

What a solid hat!

Brown landed on the ground and stared fiercely at Clark on the ground.

"Are you a woman? You have so little strength?"

The contemptuous tone and disdainful look made Clark on the ground almost go crazy.

Brown ignored him and walked away.

"Well done!"

Grant came up and patted Brown excitedly.

In Brown, a young player of the new century, he actually felt the iron-blooded temperament that only old-school players have.

Brown was still furious.

Not enough, far from enough!

Talking about his mother made Tang Sen disappointed in himself.

He must be taught a lesson!
Maurice Peterson's jump shot missed, and Brown turned and ran straight into the paint.

Clark came up with a dark face and entangled with Brown.

But Brown didn't take this little bit of strength seriously.

The previous confrontation with Mourning was what we call intensity!

At the dessert seat, sit with your back turned.

When the ball came, Brown swallowed his fishy saliva, and pushed it to the basket in one shot, then he stood up violently like a python turning over.

Clark weighs just over 100 kilograms, so how could he carry it?

Bang!
Brown completed a double-handed dunk directly over Clark.

The scene was completely boiling.

When Orlando fans get excited, they are so fanatical that it's scary.

On the main stand, a middle-aged man was obviously angry. He stood up and shouted, "Beat him to death!"
Brown said nothing, just glanced at Clark and turned and ran away.

But not saying it made Clark even more uncomfortable.

That contemptuous look was like a needle, piercing his face and causing pain.

But it didn't work.

He wanted to return the favor and hit Brown on the head as well.

But he doesn't have the technology.

His teammates didn't give him a chance to score.

You are behind, so what qualifications do you have to be willful?
And he couldn't defend Brown.

The angry Brown used his physical advantage to the extreme.

The overwhelming momentum in the interior gave Wilkens on the sidelines the illusion that he was watching O'Neal play.

There's no way to stop it.

When Brown dribbled the ball again and made a hook shot across the middle against Clark, his score in the quarter had reached 8 points.

It seemed that the score would be 10 points in a single quarter again.

The exasperated Clark could no longer tolerate Brown's contemptuous look after he scored.

It seems like he is always telling himself that he is a waste.

He seemed to be out of control, pushing Brown hard and rushing forward while talking trash.

Brown was stunned.

Looking at Clark, who was spitting and glaring, he suddenly had an urge to laugh.

He's so anxious! This guy is so anxious!
Tang Sen is right. When faced with provocation, if you choose to respond by beating up your opponent and letting him know who the real trash is, the expression on his opponent's face will definitely be very rich.

Just like right before your eyes.

When one is frustrated, he can only use yelling to cover up his incompetence.

The two were instantly pulled apart by their teammates.

The referee rushed over and simply pointed outside the court.

Clark was sent off directly after another flagrant foul.

It’s a pity that Brown is not the king of pressure like Larry Bird, so he just stood there.

If it were Larry Bird, he wouldn't even have to say a word. He would just shrug his shoulders, spread his hands and walk away, and Clark would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

(End of this chapter)