NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 89 President, please give me a privilege
孟进全场比赛24投17中，罚球11中6，狂揽40分6篮板3助攻3盖帽1抢断。

Jordan was his golden assistant tonight, dishing out 14 assists and scoring 26 points.

Jordan's passing is very smart. If he is willing to focus on passing, his assists can reach double digits every night.

But in Jordan's world, scoring always comes first, and tonight was purely an accident.

In the post-game press conference, Rick Pitino praised Collins highly.

"If someone says Collins is a coach who only knows how to yell lets-go, then he definitely doesn't understand basketball!

These are Rick Pitino's true words.

From sending people to attack Ewing at the beginning of the game to make him leave the court early to rest, to letting Jordan play as a point guard, and then to letting Grant anger Ewing, and finally both of them left the court. Rick Pitino felt that Collins was not only a tactical master, but also a psychological master!
The reporter relayed Pitino's words to Doug Collins, who was quite surprised. He didn't expect that tonight's opponent would speak so highly of him.

I don't remember doing anything tonight...

Out of courtesy, Doug Collins also responded with a few words during the press conference.

After asking Collins a few simple questions, the reporter turned the microphone to Meng Jin, who was the protagonist of the day.

"Meng, how do you feel at this moment when you scored 40+ points in Madison Square Garden, the holy place of basketball?"

"It feels great. I keep hitting the basket, keep scoring, and finally help the team win in my own way. There is no better feeling than this."

"What were you and the referee discussing during the match?"

"There were some traveling calls, and I tried to tell the referee that the footwork I used was legal and allowed by the NBA rule book, but obviously failed."

"I heard that you have been studying the rules of walking in recent days?"

Meng Jin suddenly pulled out a booklet from somewhere and said, "Yes, carry it with you and read it when you have time."

Meng Jin not only looked at the traveling rules, he also looked at other rules as well.

He wasn't the type to read a book beyond the introduction and table of contents, and he had probably read half of the rulebook by now.

The reporter laughed and teased: "Meng, are you going to take the referee certificate exam?"

Meng Jin shook his head: "People are too impetuous in this era. Few NBA players are willing to sit down and study the rules. But as a professional player, it is still necessary for me to study the rules. Sometimes it can protect myself."

"So will you use that pace again in the next game?"

"I will. Right is right, wrong is wrong. My footwork was not traveling. I want to prove that the referee made a wrong call."

After hearing what Meng Jin said, Collins and Jordan next to him looked like they meant "goodbye". Meng Jin was definitely the most stubborn person they had ever met.

"You dunked over Patrick Ewing tonight. I personally think this is the best dunk so far this season. This ball is also a model of violent aesthetics. What special feelings do you have when you dunk over a big man?"

"No, it was just a dunk. I didn't have much experience. Maybe you can ask big guys like Mark Eaton, Bill Laimbeer, Moses Malone, Bol, and Ewing. Maybe they have more experience."

Seeing Meng Jin's competitive look, everyone burst into laughter. Why are you calling him out? "

……

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645 Fifth Avenue, New York City.

NBA headquarters building.

CEO's office.

The moment he saw Meng Jin walk in, NBA Commissioner David Stern smiled brightly.

How could Stern not be happy when he saw the most important part of his NBA empire plan?
Meng Jin smiled and shook David Stern's hand: "President, we meet again."

David Stern gestured for a seat: "Meng, I told you on the day of the draft that we will see each other again soon."

After Meng Jin sat down, he saw the pile of videotapes on the desk and couldn't help asking, "CEO, do you usually like to watch game videos in the office?"

David Stern smiled. He knew Meng Jin would ask this question. He had deliberately piled the videotapes on the table.

David Stern smiled and said, "You want to be honest? I won't watch these videos. I have a lot of things to deal with every day, but I want more people to see these videos, especially those with black hair and yellow skin like you."

Meng Jin nodded: "Great ideal."

David Stern continued: "In the past few years, I have been thinking about this matter. How can I let Chinese children see the NBA, let them regard NBA stars as idols, and let them play on street courts wearing NBA jerseys? I have been thinking about how I can take the first step, and now I have the answer."

"Boss, do you mean it was me?" Meng Jin asked as if he knew the answer already.

"No one is more qualified to be the spokesperson than you, and I don't think there will be anyone in the next ten years."

"Spokesperson, that sounds cool." Meng Jin smiled and continued, "So can I have some privileges on the court in the future?"

David Stern crossed his legs: "I prefer to call this care and preferential treatment."

"So I won't be suspended for hitting someone on the court in the future, right?" "Meng, your words are scary."

After they finished speaking, they smiled at each other, they both knew it was a joke.

After the laughter stopped, Meng Jin's voice rang out: "President, I do have a request. Can you please stop calling me for traveling in the future?"

David Stern: "I don't think we're in the NFL?"

Meng Jin and David Stern explained the Eurostep and the penalties he encountered in the past few days.

David Stern thought for a moment and replied: "Although I am the president, the rules on the field must be determined by the referee. Professionals should do professional things."

He can give Meng Jin some consideration in penalties. It is normal that the league's face and most superstars have such preferential treatment, but he cannot cheat blatantly.

Meng Jin felt that he might not have made himself clear to David Stern, so he took out the booklet again.
Meng Jin took great pains to explain to David Stern, telling him that this step was within the scope permitted by the rules, and that this step had become popular in Europe. If he wanted to move towards the world, certain things must be in line with the world.

This last sentence is very important.

Meng Jin could clearly feel that David Stern's eyes had changed.

After a moment of silence, David Stern said, "Meng, you know what? I now feel that this is not a privilege, but a reasonable request."

Then, the two chatted about how to open up the Chinese market. David Stern was very busy, and he originally only left 20 minutes for Meng Jin. As a result, the two chatted for more than an hour, which was seriously over the time limit.

Meng Jin told David Stern that if he wanted to expand into the Chinese market, he should just take the videotape of his and Jordan's most exciting performance and go to the CCTV building.

Meng Jin's words touched David Stern's heart, because that was exactly what he was planning to do.

Meng Jin also told the president that he had a friend in the Chinese basketball team who was now in the United States. It would be more convenient to ask him to take the lead to get things done. China is a society of acquaintances, and if no one introduced David Stern, he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the door.

After the two finished talking, Meng Jin went directly to the nightclub, seamlessly connecting.

In the evening, Jordan wanted to call Meng Jin to play cards, but he couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time, so he had to ask Grant to come.

Grant told Jordan that Meng Jin was self-disciplined.

Jordan didn't understand at first.

What is self-discipline?
Are you going to practice basketball?
Grant immediately explained: "Meng always goes to the nightclubs wherever he goes. He is very self-disciplined."

Jordan nodded after listening: "Self-discipline has always been his label."

On December 12, the entire Chicago team flew to Indiana.

Christmas is one day later, but they still have to work, and their opponent is the Pacers.

After getting off the plane, Meng Jin felt the strong Christmas atmosphere. There were Christmas trees everywhere, Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" was playing on the streets, and his teammates around him were cursing.

This is a regular feature of the teams that are scheduled to play in the Christmas game every year. Christmas is equivalent to the Chinese New Year. Who the hell wants to work overtime during the Spring Festival?
The worst thing is that the other three major leagues are on holiday on Christmas. The NFL occasionally holds a Christmas game, but it has to happen to fall on the weekend.

In this comparison, NBA players are simply the worst of the best.

Every Bulls player complained that they could no longer spend Christmas with their families, but Meng Jin was lucky enough that he didn't feel that way.

For him, it doesn’t matter whether Christmas is celebrated or not, it’s just a festival to join in the fun.

That's the benefit of being a foreigner.

Grant asked Meng Jin if he had any good memories of Christmas. Meng Jin thought for a moment and said that he was in a nightclub yesterday and saw a stripper dressed as a reindeer.

After hearing this, his teammates shouted at Meng Jin to shut up. Jordan even cursed: "This guy not only fucks up love, he also fucks up Christmas!"

During team training, Meng Jin showed off his European step again.

This time Jordan finally couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "If I see you use this trick again in tonight's game, I swear I will shove your head up your ass!"

Meng Jin was not intimidated at all and directly retorted: "You should have fainted before you did it!"

Jordan rushed to Meng Jin and shouted aggressively: "You are an idiot. You have been called for traveling in three consecutive games! Do you have to wait for 82 consecutive games before you give up?"

Meng Jin directly put his head to Jordan's forehead: "Asshole, let's make a bet to see if my steps will be called traveling!"

Jordan continued to yell: "If I win, you throw that damn step in the trash and never use it again in your life!"

Meng Jin was still undeterred: "OK, if I win, you have to admit in front of all the media that this move of mine is the coolest in the world."

As soon as they talked about gambling, they immediately calmed down.

Jordan lost the bet last time, so he must win it back this time. In Jordan's eyes, Meng Jin has no hope at all in this bet, and he is bound to lose.

Meng Jin was confident because Jordan was not betting with himself, but with the highest authority in the league.

(End of this chapter)