NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 60 I want to play small forward!

On the afternoon of June 11th.

Medina Country Club.

"You really have never played golf?" Jordan looked at Meng Jin and then at Grant.

They both nodded at the same time.

The team has half a day off today, and Jordan invited Meng Jin and Grant to play golf together.

After all, Jordan's golf clubs are not cheap, and he has to find an opportunity to recover the costs from these two people.

"Snapped!"

Jordan swung the club in front of both of them.

Apart from the fact that the ball flew very high, Meng Jin couldn't see anything.

Jordan smiled at Meng Jin and said, "How is it? Are you interested in golf?"

Meng Jin said without hesitation: "I like all the games that involve entering a hole."

Jordan laughed at this, and Bulls ticket manager Joe O'Neal also laughed and said, "I know you are a talented golfer, Meng, just by hearing this."

The two met during the tryouts, but they were not very familiar with each other. Joe O'Neal and Jordan had a pretty good relationship and were long-term teammates.

After the laughter ended, Jordan looked at Grant: "Horace, what about you?"

Grant: “Me too.”

Meng Jin watched from the side for a while.

After hitting a few shots, Jordan felt it was not exciting, so he turned around and made a bet with the caddy next to him whether he could get into the long hole within 5 shots. Whoever lost the bet would ask everyone present to drink water.

Meng Jin secretly complained on the side that Ludan was such a beast that he even spared the caddy.

Meng Jin turned around and pressed the caddy, super double!
If the caddie loses, Meng Jin will treat everyone present to dinner, and if Jordan loses, he will treat everyone present.

When Jordan saw Meng Jin placing a bet, his eyes lit up.

Jordan is now addicted to gambling. He wants to gamble on everything he sees. This is a mental illness.

Most people would fall into the abyss if they were infected with this disease, but not Jordan, because he is rich, very rich, and will only become richer in the future.

Fifteen minutes later, Jordan waved his hand and called a coach: "Take these two rookies and practice."

Jordan didn't have the patience to teach them, and Meng Jin and Grant couldn't even swing a club.

Meng Jinhui behaved like a human being, at least fluently.

Grant stuck his butt out, and his movements were so funny that Jordan wanted to kick him.

Meng Jin was swinging the club without feeling anything. He had not yet found the joy of golf.

Playing cards can rely on some luck, but playing golf depends purely on your level. A novice will definitely not be able to beat an old hand. Besides, Meng Jin is not even a rookie, he hasn't even started yet.

Fortunately, Jordan had no intention of collecting their wages today.

Even in the evening, Meng Jin and Grant had a meal of braised eggs.

On November 11, the Washington Bullets arrived.

The Bullets had three star players, Jeff Malone, Moses Malone and Bernard King.

Although Bernard King and Moses Malone are old, an old Bentley is still a Bentley, and they clearly still have gas in the tank.

This opponent should never be underestimated.

After head coach Collins finished the team's tactical meeting, Meng Jin found assistant coach Bach.

"Johnny, I think I'm better at playing small forward."

Meng Jin went straight to the point and put forward his demands.

He has a good relationship with Bach. He appreciates Bach's open tactical philosophy, and Bach also likes Meng Jin's vitality and performance on the court.

"Why?" Bach asked.

"I like to play small forward. You know, I am just an outside player with the height of an inside player. I will be more comfortable in that position and my matchup advantage will be greater." Meng Jin said. Bach was silent for three seconds: "Actually, I think so too. You will have more opportunities for fast breaks when you play the 3rd position, and your size will be one size larger than all the rd positions, just like a magician among small forwards."

"So you support me playing as a small forward?"

After hearing what Bach said, Meng Jin suddenly felt confident. Bach is Collins' most trusted assistant coach, and his words carry a certain weight in his eyes.

Bach: "In fact, I have mentioned this to the coach."

"really?"

Meng Jin was very surprised. He didn't expect that Bach had the same idea as him.

Bach: "Really, Doug also listened to some of my suggestions."

Meng Jin's tone was filled with joy: "So I can play the third position in the next game?"

"Not yet." Bach scratched his forehead, his tone full of helplessness.

The person who understands Meng Jin best in the team is Bach, but unfortunately he is just an assistant coach and has only the power to make suggestions but not the power to make decisions.

"What did the coach say?"

Since Collins knows his advantage at the 3 position, why doesn't he just play himself at that position?

Meng Jin couldn't understand this.

"He wants to observe for a while. You know, the team is doing well now. He won't disrupt the stability of the lineup. He also thinks you are good at the 4 position. Your strength can fight against most 4s in the league. Your footwork is an advantage against any power forward."

"Wouldn't it be more advantageous for me to play the 3 position? Those guys in the league are a head shorter than me, and most of them are shorter than me and not as fast as me. I will crush them in all aspects on both offense and defense."

Bach knew Meng Jin was very upset, so he could only comfort him temporarily: "Meng, don't think about the position for now. You will continue to start in this game, play to your strengths, expand your shining points, and show your abilities to Doug. He will put you in the right position."

"Thanks, Johnny, for speaking up for me."

No matter what, Meng Jin is still very grateful to Bach for fighting for him and speaking for him.

……

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"The next player to come out is a 213cm tall forward from Syracuse University, Meng~~~~~~~ Go ahead!!!"

Amid the loud and passionate introduction by the on-site announcer Tommy Edwards, Meng Jin slowly ran out of the player tunnel in the darkness.

This idea was first proposed by Bulls deputy director David Rosengard. When the players are introduced, the whole stadium will be lit, and when the players come out one by one, the spotlight will be on them.

It has the feel of an opera stage and the visuals are great.

When the spotlight was on Meng Jin, cheers from the fans were heard.

Meng Jin's hair stood up, this was his second start.

The first start was a bit sudden and Meng Jin was not prepared. This time, Meng Jin obviously enjoyed it.

He waved to the fans. The lights shone on him and it was dark around him. Meng Jin couldn't see anything, but he knew everyone was watching him!
That night, before the game started.

After confirming it three times, Moses Malone pointed at Meng Jin who was warming up and said unhappily: "Seriously? They sent a rookie to defend me? Send a rookie to defend the MVP?"

Moses Malone usually doesn't talk much, and he basically doesn't speak unless he can. But he was really unhappy tonight.

At this time, Meng Jin had not yet realized the malice coming from not far away.

His focus now is on Jordan.

Jordan sat in his seat with his eyes closed, muttering to himself.

What is this guy talking about?
Jordan's actions successfully aroused Meng Jin's curiosity.

Meng Jin made a detour to get behind Jordan, leaned over and listened, and heard the following words:
"In the 84-85 season, damn Bernard King averaged a damn 32.9 points per game. He took away the damn scoring title that should have belonged to me."

???

Meng Jin was shocked again.

No way, Danzi, it’s been three years, you’re not still holding a grudge, are you?
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