NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 103 He possessed a quality that Kenyon would never have.

In the next few offensive possessions, the Knicks noticeably tightened their defense on Ye Feng, preventing him from finding an opportunity to receive the ball. Then, Kidd probably felt bad that Ye Feng hadn't received the ball for so long.

He quickly called out a tactic at the top of the arc.

Davis immediately ran towards Ye Feng. The two big men set an off-ball screen at the edge of the three-second zone and then passed each other. At the same time, Ye Feng shouted, "Change!"

Who knows if it was his shout that made the difference, but in any case, after that shout, their defenders successfully switched, and Van Horn became the one guarding Ye Feng.

Van Horn and Kidd know each other very well; they were teammates, and in 02, Van Horn and Kidd led the Nets to the NBA Finals together.

This guy is as tall and accurate with his shots as he is on defense.

Twenty years later, even someone as fastidious as Aidon would seem like a battle maniac from Planet Vegeta compared to Van Horn.

This is why Kidd called it a screen tactic.

What Van Horn fears most is a villainous player like Ye Feng, whose technical skills are average but whose physique is strong and fierce.

With a muffled thud, Ye Feng's shoulder slammed into Van Horn's chest. The guy didn't even have time to scream before he fell backward. Ye Feng pressed his advantage, slamming the ball heavily onto the floor with both hands, followed by a jump step and another slam. Then he leaped up, tucked the ball behind his head, and forcefully smashed it into the basket!

"boom!"

The slam sent Van Horn sprawling backward, landing awkwardly on the ground.

"No need, Ye, no need!" Kidd shouted. "Keith is also one of our good buddies. We even had dinner together last night."

"Sorry." Upon hearing this, Ye Feng immediately extended his hand and said, "I thought Jason hated you. He was the one who suggested this tactic. I thought he wanted me to help him get revenge."

"You fucking sold me out?" Kidd's eyes widened.

I helped you create a situation where you could bully others, and you're saying it was my arrangement?

However, while the two Nets players were just fooling around, Van Horn's performance completely exceeded Ye Feng's expectations.

This guy actually reached out and let Ye Feng help him up, then shrugged and said, "It's okay, let's play ball."

Now Ye Feng understood why he was always bullied on the court.

On the basketball court, you can be a good guy or a bad guy; you can have a soft playing style or be as hard as a rock.

But you absolutely cannot be both good and weak, otherwise you will definitely become someone else's prey.

"I'm a little embarrassed," Ye Feng said to Kidd as he returned to defense. "He's a good person."

"I know that too. Keith's a good guy. We're friends on and off the field." Kidd nodded in agreement, saying, "It's really not appropriate to bully him."

Then, 20 seconds later, when the Nets' offense returned to the frontcourt, Kidd called out the same play from the previous possession.

Ye Feng once again faced off against Van Horn.

Everything was exactly the same as before.

With a simple, forceful attack and a quick, decisive shot after breaking through, Ye Feng scored another 2 points under the basket!

As for Thomas, who wanted to come over to help with the defense, he was firmly blocked by the experienced Davis, who did not give him any chance to rush over and help.

Davis is getting old and no longer deserves a $1300 million annual salary, but his experience and physique can still really help the team.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to play this?" Ye Feng spread his hands after scoring, pointing at Kidd, "Isn't he a good buddy?"

"Why don't you just ignore me?" Kidd rolled his eyes. He was always relaxed when the team was in the lead.

"So, I'll be the team leader from now on? I'll call out the tactics?" Ye Feng said, "Would it be unreasonable for me not to listen to you?"

"Sure!" Unexpectedly, Kidd chuckled and said, "Then you call out the tactics, we'll listen to you. As long as we win, the MVP and scoring title are yours!"

"Let's talk about something more realistic!" Ye Feng retorted. "Is this something I can actually get? How about I get the Finals MVP instead?"

"That won't do!" Kidd quickly said, "Wouldn't that make you the team's leader?"

"FUXX!" Ye Feng cursed, and then on the defensive end, he took the initiative to face Van Horn.

This guy got the ball on the wing, trying to lean on Ye Feng for leverage, and then turn around to shoot.

But who knew that Ye Feng's confrontation with him was fierce and ruthless, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces, making Van Horn almost lose his footing, let alone turn around and launch an attack. After struggling a few times, he not only failed to find an opportunity, but also almost committed a traveling violation.

He could only quickly pass the ball out, putting aside his idea of ​​getting revenge against Ye Feng in a one-on-one fight.

If you can't get the place back, then so be it.

Van Horn has never been a competitive person!

Turning back, when Kidd dribbled the ball to the frontcourt again, he shouted, "Come on, Ye! Didn't you call for a play?"

Shout it again!

"Alright!" Ye Feng didn't stand on ceremony. He glanced at Davis, and the two immediately understood. Thus, the same tactic was used for the third time.

The off-ball screen led to a switch, and Davis grabbed Thomas to prevent him from helping. Ye Feng once again used pure strength to push Van Horn in the low post, but this time he failed to score directly. Instead, Van Horn fouled him and drew two free throws.

"I knew it! You'd still play this!" Kidd chuckled as he walked over, reaching out to pull Ye Feng up from the floor. "You're such a bastard!"

"You're just as full of bad intentions!"

The two guys, whose hearts were pounding and whose minds were full of scheming, chuckled and excitedly high-fived each other.

That's like finding a soulmate.

"Your hand, you don't use it to hit your wife, do you?" After the high-five, Ye Feng suddenly frowned and looked at Kidd.

Kidd's expression changed instantly, clearly indicating that something unpleasant had been triggered in him.

Then he immediately added, "I've hit my wife with every hand! That's how I am, and women should be treated the same way. If they don't listen, they deserve a good beating!"

Seeing Kidd's obvious anger and guilt, Ye Feng felt a sense of satisfaction.

Others may not know, but he does!

Kidd's domestic violence incident will likely become a major topic of conversation among all NBA players a few years from now.

In 01, Kidd's beautiful wife called the police, claiming that she had been a victim of domestic violence.

Kidd offered no defense, pleaded guilty, and was fined, sentenced to community service, and required to undergo psychological counseling.

The public is also outraged, with many criticizing Kidd as inhuman, saying he's a beast for abusing his beautiful wife.

Years later, when Kidd filed for divorce, the reason was that he had been abused by his wife.

Moreover, it was a prolonged period of both physical and psychological violence.

This makes everyone want to imagine.

This guy probably didn't commit domestic violence a few years ago, but he was too ashamed to say "I was the one who got beaten up" because of his pride.

Later, he matured and suffered too much, so he decided to abandon his pride and escape his misery.

Ye Feng stepped to the free-throw line, took a deep breath, and made one of two free throws. However, the Nets' lead had already reached 10 points, so the Knicks quickly called a timeout. They needed to slow down and also disrupt the Nets' rhythm.

And at this point, less than 6 minutes had passed since the start of the match.

By this point, Ye Feng had scored 9 points. His first appearance since joining the Nets deserves a perfect score!

"Again! Again!" Kidd exclaimed excitedly. "Let's help Ye set a new career high tonight. Keith is as soft as noodles, exactly the type Ye is best at bullying."

"After achieving a career high, tonight I'll take you all to a great place to have some fun! Let's help you reach new heights in other areas!"

"What's the record for the most people in one night?"

"Ye, come down and rest for a bit." Kidd was excited, but Scott said, "It's your first time playing, and being too excited might lead to too many fouls or injury. Come down and rest properly, and you can come back on later."

"We have a long future ahead of us."

Scott's words made Ye Feng feel uneasy. It wasn't that he was upset about being replaced so early, but rather that it was clearly disrespectful to Kidd and a direct confrontation with him...

Is there some kind of internal strife within the Nets team?

"It's alright, it's alright!" Kidd didn't seem to care at all, and instead laughed, "Even if we don't break the record, we can still have some fun! It's not a damn conflict!"

Okay, it's not some bullshit palace intrigue or conflict.

It's about an old stubborn man who meets a king of the night who only cares about the nightlife scene.

These two are completely on different wavelengths...

In the following games, the Nets lost Ye Feng, who could completely dominate the Knicks' interior defense, and they also lost a rim protector who could help defend and cover everywhere. Their advantage immediately diminished, and the Knicks, relying on scoring from Houston and others, finally began to slowly narrow the gap.

At the end of the first quarter, the score was 25-20, with the Nets leading by 5 points.

In the second quarter, Scott rested Kidd and Jefferson and brought on Ye Feng, Haslem, Rodney Rogers, Corey Kittles, and Lucios Harris.

This mixed starting lineup of starters and substitutes failed to score in the first two rounds after coming on.

The most important reason, of course, is the absence of the team's most important core and organizer, Kidd, and the rest of the team do not have the ability to forcefully break through and score through one-on-one attacks.

With Van Horn not around at the moment, Ye Feng couldn't continue to bully this super soft target. His one-on-one skills are not perfect enough right now. Unless it's an opponent he can completely overpower with his body, his back-to-the-basket one-on-one is simply not up to par.

Meanwhile, with Kidd absent, Ye Feng was unable to receive the ball and score as easily as in the first quarter, which completely disrupted the Nets' offense. They missed shots and Ward stole a layup, narrowing the gap to 3 points.

The Nets still couldn't execute their plays. After a series of passes, Ye Feng came to the low post and forcefully reached out for the ball.

But at this moment, he was being defended by the well-known tough guy Thomas, who wished he could shove his head into Ye Feng's elbow, looking like he was hoping Ye Feng would shove him and then he'd be Ye Feng's forever.

Faced with such a reckless player, Ye Feng had no choice but to give up. After all, he wasn't a top-tier one-on-one player, and he ultimately failed to hit the target.

After another missed shot, the Knicks launched another counterattack. This time, Houston received the ball in the mid-range and shot directly, making it to narrow the gap to 1 point.

"Looks like it's still not working out." Scott sighed. "It's not that the Grizzlies don't know how to use him or don't want to use him, it's just that his fundamentals and one-on-one skills are too immature, and he can't shoulder the responsibility of being the team's main scorer."

"Don't worry if he can't handle it now," Kidd said. "I'm here. Besides, he's only 19! Duncan was 19... and he was already pretty good, right? Shaq was pretty good too when he was 19."

"Don't rush, let me think. Let me think of a 19-year-old who isn't very good at inside offense yet."

"Let's think about it when we get home tonight," Scott said. "Next time it's a dead ball, you'll have to bring Jason and Richard in. Get ready."

"Actually, there's no need to rush," Davis suddenly said. "I suggest we watch another one or two rounds. Ye will show you a completely different side of him."

"A side of a 19-year-old rookie that you would never have."

On the court, Haslem finally got an open shot when the Nets were on offense, but his jump shot still missed.

"Fuck you!" Even Haslem couldn't help but slap his hand and curse, feeling extremely annoyed.

"It's okay!" Ye Feng shouted immediately, "It's alright if I miss!"

"None of us are good at solving problems on our own, none of us are good at brute-force scoring, no problem! None of us are fucking no problem!"

"Just make sure they're not good at this either!"

"Udonis, your man, make sure he doesn't get an easy shot near the basket next possession!"

"Corey, Rodney, Lucio, defend them aggressively! Stick to them, cling to them like glue, treat them like your favorite girls! Don't give them any chance to make a move, don't be afraid of getting beaten."

"I'm here under the basket! I won't let anyone get through to score again! Come on, everyone, or Jason and his bastards will laugh at us, they'll fucking make a fool of themselves!"

"None of you want to hear that bastard grinning and saying, 'You can't do without me,' right?"

"clear!"

Ye Feng's roar and command made the remaining three people breathe a sigh of relief; they really didn't want to see Kidd's smug look.

In the next possession, when the Knicks were on offense, the Nets' defense indeed improved significantly. The Nets are a strong team that relies on their defense to survive in the league, and now that they've increased their intensity, the Knicks are finding it difficult to get any shots off.

The basketball eventually came into Thomas's hands. The guy turned his back to Ye Feng, but unexpectedly, Ye Feng used a counter-strategy against him.

He pressed closer, completely blocking Thomas's advances: "Come on, old man! Let me see what you've got!"

Thomas was also helpless against this tough and fierce defense. He wasn't an offensive expert, and after a few feints, he realized he couldn't shake off Ye Feng. He could only gather the ball and try to force his way past Ye Feng to score.

But just as he was gathering the ball, Ye Feng slapped him down.

With a "smack," the basketball went out of control. Ye Feng caught the basketball and handed it to Harris.

Unfortunately, with Kidd out, Harris's ability to push the ball forward was simply too weak, and the Nets were unable to capitalize on the opportunity to launch a counterattack, forced back into half-court sets, and ended up missing shots.

The Knicks' offense this time involved more screens and runs, culminating in Houston creating an open shot to receive the ball.

"Change!" Ye Feng shouted, taking a step forward and raising his hands high to block Houston's view and space for the shot, while spreading his legs to obstruct his breakthrough route.

Houston received the ball, faked a shot, and then accelerated, trying to shake off Ye Feng with this simple fake shot and real drive.

But Ye Feng was not shaken off by his two most basic moves at all. Instead, he followed closely, maintaining a tight defense and quickly moving laterally to continue to block Houston's shooting angle.

While closely marking him, Ye Feng taunted and insulted him: "You can't even shoot at an old man! You're already crippled! You can't beat me at all! Pass the ball, or you're dead, you softie!"

Houston saw that he had no space to shoot even after driving to the basket, and was so annoyed by Ye Feng's incessant foul mouth that he was unwilling to pass the ball. So, he suddenly stopped, took a half step back, and forced a lean back jump shot.

But Houston has never been known for his physical prowess, and now that he's older, his speed is even less impressive.

His move was completely anticipated by Ye Feng, who leaped up precisely and lunged at Houston with his arms that covered the sky.

It was only because Houston was experienced that he forcibly changed his shooting timing and arc in mid-air, barely managing to evade Ye Feng's defense and avoid being humiliated by a direct, brutal block.

But that's all.

Dodging the block had already exhausted all his energy; the basketball didn't even touch the rim, let alone go in—it was an airball.

"What did I tell you?" Davis said from the sidelines, looking like he'd seen this all before. "He has a certain charisma that Kenyon Martin absolutely doesn't have."

"He can motivate his teammates, lead by example, and change the game with his defense."

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