Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 108 I fucking want to thank you properly too!

"Perfect!"

Inside the studio, Barkley excitedly pounded on the table.

He scored 26 points in the first half, shooting 10-for-16 from the field and including free throws. His performance was so impressive that he felt an urge to admire him.

"He's only 19! When I was his age, I had just secured a starting position in college and hadn't even figured out the tactics yet. But he's already on the NBA court, competing with Michael Jordan to see who can score more points, and he even has a chance to score 50 points!"

"Fake!"

An excited Barkley couldn't help but swear, and then said, "Guys, I feel like a miracle might happen today, that is, the youngest 50-point scorer."

He shuddered violently.

It's unimaginable that such a record could fall into the hands of a 19-year-old rookie.

Smith on the other side also looked incredulous.

As Barkley said, it's not an exaggeration to say that he's the youngest player to score 50 points.

Because only in recent years have high school students started entering the NBA.

If he remembers correctly, the youngest player in NBA history to score 50 points is Rick Barry, who achieved this in 1965 at the age of 21 years and 261 days.

Some are nearby.

In 97, Iverson scored 50 points against the Cavaliers, but he was still 21 years and 309 days old.

It's nowhere near as exaggerated as Brown being only 19 years old.

"To be honest, Brown's talent is indeed very good. He is tall and strong, and has agility that does not match his weight. But if you really look at it, his talent is not historically great."

In Smith's view, Brown's talent is undoubtedly great.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been considered the top choice for the top scorer.

However, discussing it from a historical perspective is clearly not good enough.

"But he's growing too fast!"

“I’m really curious about how much effort he put in behind the scenes, and how Tang Sen trained him to become like this.”

Even Jordan and O'Neal experienced a period of adjustment when they first entered the league.

Brown, on the other hand, has been playing like a fully-formed player since the start of the season, immediately displaying star-level skills.

Ernie Johnson laughed and said, "Then you'll have to ask Tang Sen about that."

Then, his tone shifted, and he added with some concern, "However, I do think it won't be easy for Brown to score 50 points. The Wizards' defense against Brown was problematic in the first half."

He felt Collins was acting like he was on some kind of brain-dead drug, actually choosing to have rookie Haywood guard Brown one-on-one.

Even if you're too embarrassed to double-team, you could at least switch to someone more experienced.

Now it's clear to everyone that Heywood has been completely outmatched.

"I think the Wizards will definitely make adjustments in the second half, and they will most likely choose to double-team Brown. Once they do, with Brown's current experience, he should struggle a lot, just like he did against the Timberwolves."

The Wolves' zone defense gave Brown a lot of trouble.

“That’s different.” Barkley shook his head in disagreement. The Wolves played zone defense well because they had Garnett.

Does the Wizards have a player like that?

At this point, Barkley was clearly more concerned about something else: "Honestly, I can't wait for the game to end so I can see how Brown will thank Michael. He himself said that if he has the chance, he wants to thank Michael in person."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

That's all. I can't say too much because it's being broadcast nationwide, lest Jordan get angry and challenge me to a one-on-one match off the court.

Smith and his partner couldn't help but smile. With Brown's performance in the first half, it seemed like a nightmare was about to begin, and Jordan was probably furious.

The two guessed correctly.

During halftime, Hill, sitting on the sidelines, watched Brown score at will, and with the team trailing by 7 points at halftime, he felt uneasy.

He knew in his heart that all of Jordan's current difficulties were due to his injury again, which would end his season.

If he hadn't been injured and had teamed up with Jordan, the Wizards' record wouldn't have been so bad.

No matter how well Brown performs, no one will say anything.

Hill got up, leaning on his cane, and headed towards the locker room.

As I pushed open the door, I happened to hear Jordan's cursing, which sounded like rolling thunder in the summer, filling the entire locker room.

Hill quickly closed the door.

Jordan stood in the middle of the locker room, like an enraged lion, yelling and cursing.

The insults were incredibly vulgar.

No one dared to refute him, or even look Jordan in the eye; they kept their heads down and listened with forced smiles.

"Michael, calm down."

Hill stepped forward and tugged at Jordan.

Upon seeing that it was Hill, Jordan shut his mouth.

He still had to give Hill face.

Even in his heart, he often complained about Hill, thinking, "Why are you so fragile?"

But what can you do if you chose someone yourself?

Hill, leaning on his crutches, pulled Jordan into the next-door physiotherapy room before saying, "Michael, calm down. I understand you, but our priority right now is to win the game, you know what I mean?"

Jordan thought to himself, "Of course I know what will happen if I lose."

The problem is that Haywood is a good-for-nothing!
Jordan felt a pang of heartache whenever he thought of Haywood.

Hill continued, "Michael, we can't play like this in the second half. Kwame is very talented, he's very skilled, and we can't treat him like a rookie. He's scoring too many points, and we have to double-team him and limit him."

Jordan didn't say anything. He felt that Hill was too kind, too naive, and had been recovering from his injury for too long, so he had no idea what was going on.

Choosing to double-team Brown is tantamount to admitting defeat.

but……

Jordan pursed his lips. Although he was furious, he wasn't stupid. He could see that Haywood, that idiot, was no match for Brown.

If he keeps playing like this, Brown could really score 40 or 50 points!
So, as Hill said, let's win the game first.

Winning the game would at least give him a chance to save face.

"I understand."

Jordan patted Hill on the shoulder, wanting to tell him, "Stop meddling and go home to heal your foot."

Playing with this bunch of idiots is driving me crazy.

After seeing Hill off, Jordan approached his mentor and, forcing a smile, said, "Doug, we need to make changes."

After he finished speaking, he felt his face burning.

What a shame!

Collins was stunned for a moment before he realized what Jordan meant, and then he immediately wanted to curse.

Fuck you, what did you say this morning?

You said I didn't understand your thoughts? Well, what about now? You're so tough, then stick to it and don't fucking back out.

Despite his frustration, he felt a pang of sympathy when he thought about how a 38-year-old man, dragging an old leg with fluid buildup in his knee, managed to score 19 points in the first half.

Thinking of this, Collins immediately clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, then pulled over the whiteboard and explained the tactical adjustments for the second half to everyone.

Heywood gave up completely.

The pairing of Jahidi White and Leitner will form a zone defense on the left and right.

"And Michael, you need to keep an eye on Brown's movements and come over to help defend him when necessary, so that he gets surrounded."

Collins drew a circle on the whiteboard with force, enclosing Brown's name inside.

Then he added, "Do as I say, teach this kid a lesson myself."

These words struck a chord with Jordan, who nodded slightly.

Upon returning to the halftime mark, Tang Sen immediately noticed that the Wizards had made adjustments.

Then, on the Magic's first offensive possession, when Brown received the ball in the low post and Laettner immediately moved towards the basket, Townsend guessed the Wizards' intention.

Double team!

Or more accurately, it's joint defense.

White and Leitner guarded the left and right sides of the penalty area, and when Brown entered one of their defensive zones, the opponent would immediately close in.

At that moment, another player began moving towards the basket.

If Brown drives to the basket, he will immediately cut back to help defend.

They can sandwich Brown from both sides and completely trap him.

This is how Wolves defended when we played them before.

So, shouldn't there be someone else blocking the line?
Tang Sen crossed his arms and quickly noticed that the person was none other than Jordan!

As Brown sat down on White and attempted to cut across the middle, Jordan, who was near the free-throw line, immediately sank down and pounced on him.

Unlike Garnett, he doesn't have the physique of an inside player and can provide head-to-head help defense.

But Jordan's steals were also terrifying.

So Brown was forced to stop the ball and chose to pass it.

Although McGrady made the jump shot, Brown was effectively shut down.

Flanking is a tactic that inflicts heavy damage on the enemy while also causing significant losses to oneself.

This is especially true for double teams under zone defense.

But if the Wizards' goal is to prevent Brown from scoring, then this option is fine.

Tang Sen sighed, saying that Brown's 26 points in the first half had really driven the Wizards crazy.

On the Magic's side, Rivers reacted extremely quickly.

Upon seeing Brown being double-teamed, he immediately went to the sidelines and made a gesture.

Grant lunged at Jordan.

Rivers had already planned before the game: if you can double-team Brown, then I can double-team Jordan too.

It's a zero-sum game where neither side gets away unscathed. As soon as both sides started double-teaming, the fans in the stands didn't react much, but Larry Bird on the sidelines was already annoyed. As Jordan ran past, he yelled at him, "Michael, what are you doing? Double-teaming a rookie? Are you crazy?!"

They practically pointed their fingers at Jordan and called him shameless.

Jordan's face darkened; he was so angry he wanted to rush over and kick him. "You old man, can you shut up?"

Inside the TNT studio, Barkley also started complaining that it was boring.

"Seriously, what are you two doing? This is a fight between the two of them, why are you stopping them?" Barkley's face was full of displeasure.

Double-team?
Do you know why we broadcast your game live across the entire US? Do you know what the audience wants to see? Nobody cares about the outcome of your game!
Just then, Smith suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Brown screen, pass back, jump shot, done!"

"Brown is very smart!"

Smith praised him, saying, "After realizing that he would be double-teamed when he went deep into the paint, Brown immediately changed his tactics. He started to cooperate with Tracy and tried to shoot from mid-range. White and Laettner were left in the paint and couldn't keep up at all."

Seeing Brown dominating the paint, he almost forgot that Brown also had a decent mid-range shot.

At the competition, Tang Sen nodded secretly.

I had anticipated the possibility of being double-teamed before the game, so I had already instructed Brown to adjust his tactics in time if the opponent double-teamed him.

As for team defense, you really can't master it if you haven't practiced it properly.

Not to mention the Wizards don't even have a player like Garnett.

Making Jordan go to the baseline for help defense is really putting the old man in a difficult position.

Next, Jordan was double-teamed, and his offense became stagnant.

The Wizards, already lacking offensive firepower, saw the point difference gradually widen.

Brown, on the other hand, was overly active, reducing his presence in the paint and starting to roam around inside and outside the restricted area, setting screens and pick-and-rolls for his teammates before taking a shot.

He actually managed to get a few opportunities, and quietly scored another 6 points.

At this rate, getting 50 points might be difficult, but I reckon getting 40 points shouldn't be a problem.

That's enough; being able to outshine Jordan is sufficient.

And just over two minutes left in the third quarter, a thunderbolt struck from nowhere!
Grant's mid-range shot went wide.

As Jordan was led near the basket by Miller, he instinctively turned around to jump for the rebound when a figure suddenly rushed up from behind.

Jordan had already heard the gasps coming from the stands.

I also saw the media area behind the backboard, and the reporters' eyes widened in surprise.

Before I could even react to what was happening, I suddenly felt a darkness above my head.

Then I felt someone slam into my back.

A loud bang came from above.

Jordan's brain exploded as if it had been electrocuted.

Fake!

Someone rushed over to finish the dunk, and did so over me, or rather, almost riding on my back.

Damn it, please don't let it be that kid!

But looking at the Reebok sneakers that were dangling in front of him, who else could it be but that kid!
In an instant, Jordan's heart sank.

The entire stadium was dead silent.

Tang Sen sat up in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

crazy!

Brown actually dunked over Jordan!
It's being broadcast live across the entire US!
Tang Sen knew without even thinking that tomorrow's newspapers would be in an uproar, a complete uproar.

Collins stood blankly on the sidelines, with only one thought in his mind.

Finished!

After the game, Jordan probably felt like killing himself.

It was by adjusting his playing style and switching to zone defense that Jordan was able to get into the low post during transitions.

On the sidelines, Larry Bird stood up, holding his head in disbelief.

Inside the TNT studio.

After a moment of silence, Barkley started beeping repeatedly.

Ernie Johnson shook his head blankly.

This revenge battle has reached its climax. It's insane!

Brown felt that nobody cared how many points he could score or whether he could surpass Jordan.

He already dunked over Jordan; there's no revenge more brutal than this!
At the game, Jordan was stunned, and Brown, who had just landed, was also a little stunned.

In that instant, he didn't think twice.

I saw that opportunity, so I rushed out.

Only after he finished deducting the money did he realize what he had done.

The whistle sounded.

Collins, realizing what was happening, immediately called a timeout.

Jordan said nothing, his face stiff, and silently walked back to the bench under the gaze of 20,000 spectators.

No one knows what he was thinking at that moment.

After the timeout, Jordan did not return to the court.

The third quarter ended quickly.

Jordan didn't return to the court until a little over three minutes into the fourth quarter.

Brown also returned to the court.

He scored 8 points in the third quarter, bringing his total to 34 points.

Collins abandoned the double-teaming strategy again.

The two sides seemed to have returned to the first half, exchanging blows in silence.

Brown handled the enormous weight of White with ease.

His weight is far from O'Neal's level, and he doesn't have O'Neal's intimidating presence.

With his excellent athleticism, Brown scored 4 points right away, making White curse under his breath.

Jordan is also putting in his best effort.

But it seems to have become irrelevant.

Even the three commentators, Barkley and his two teammates, were no longer excited, as if they were still processing the shock of Brown's dunk over Jordan earlier.

Even after the final whistle blew, Barkley couldn't help but perk up.

The scene he was looking forward to was about to unfold.

"In the fourth quarter, Brown scored another 11 points, bringing his total to an astonishing 45 points."

"Michael did well too, he scored 33 points."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, the game is over."

He craned his neck and looked at the camera.

The camera was focused on Brown.

Larry Bird, standing on the sidelines, stood up, looking expectant.

Even the reporters wisely refrained from rushing forward immediately and waited quietly.

"What is he doing?" Smith exclaimed in surprise.

In the footage, Brown immediately walked towards the bench.

Barkley immediately yelled, "Fuck, Kwame, don't chicken out!"

Fortunately, Brown did not immediately walk into the player tunnel.

He went to the bench and took something out of his coat pocket.

“That’s… a greeting card?” Barkley frowned.

The camera then follows Brown as he walks quickly toward Jordan.

Jordan also did not leave the court immediately, but stood on the sidelines, seemingly "waiting" for Brown.

"gentlemen."

Under everyone's gaze, Brown approached Jordan, first politely greeting him as "Sir," then handing him a greeting card, saying, "This is a greeting card my mother wrote especially for you, to thank you for taking care of me."

Jordan had spent the entire quarter adjusting his mindset, thinking that he was doomed and his reputation was ruined by this kid.

But if I'm going to get beaten, I'll stand up straight. Even if I die, I'll die standing up, with dignity.

So he resisted the urge to just leave and stood there waiting for Brown.

Aren't you supposed to thank me?

I accept it, and let all of America see that I'm not a sore loser, and that I have a broad mind.

But Brown's move really caught Jordan off guard.

At that moment, he was a little dazed, wondering if he had misunderstood. From beginning to end, Brown had not held a grudge against him; he was genuinely grateful to him.

"Sir, may I exchange jerseys with you?"

Brown asked cautiously again.

Jordan snapped out of his daze, nodded blankly, and then began to take off his jersey.

Brown hurriedly took off his jersey.

After accepting the jersey and greeting card, Jordan hesitated for a moment before hugging Brown.

He felt that he might have really misunderstood the kid.

Just then, Brown suddenly whispered in his ear, "Sir, are you alright after that dunk? I didn't mean to."

For a moment, Jordan was stunned.

Fuck you!

Jordan, who had just begun to feel a little regretful, had only one thought at that moment: I fucking want to thank you properly!
(End of this chapter)