Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 119 He's not even 20 years old yet.

First quarter paused.

Collins approached Leitner immediately.

"What did you do?" Collins asked seriously.

He's been a head coach for so many years and has seen far too many players and situations. Judging from Brown's reaction, it's 100% certain that Leitner did something.

For example, he sent greetings to Brown's family.

Otherwise, Brown could beat you like crazy.

Sometimes, Collins really feels that some players are just not mature enough, no matter how old they are.

If you're going to play ball, just play ball honestly.

Yes, sometimes you should be more passionate when playing ball.

But passion doesn't mean mindlessly provoking the other party.

The key is that you also need to have the ability.

Bird may be boastful, but he has the ability to back up his boasts.

But what about you? Don't you even know your own capabilities?

If you can't beat someone, but you still provoke them, aren't you just asking for trouble?

Leitner, his face dark, didn't explain what he had said, but said defiantly, "Coach, let me play, I'll teach him a lesson."

Collins' eyelids twitched violently.

tidy?

How do you plan to deal with them, cripple them?
So you think I can't beat you at basketball, but I can't beat you?

"No, you're not allowed to play in the next match," Collins said sternly.

If you deliberately cripple Brown during a nationally televised event, you're damaging Jordan's reputation.

What the media will say is that Jordan not only avoided the game due to stage fright, but also instructed his players to use dirty tricks to deliberately ruin a genius.

Jordan cannot afford such a loss of reputation.

"Brandon!"

Collins specifically named Haywood.

While Collins was reprimanding Lightner, Haywood secretly covered his face, trying to pretend he was invisible.

Having experienced the game on the 1st, Haywood has come to understand what it means to be fickle and even understand why Brown was so angry.

Before the 1st, how did Jordan treat himself? He gave himself a lot of playing time, took every opportunity to interact with himself, and praised himself as a genius who shouldn't have been the 20th pick in the first round, but the second pick!

The results of it.

As soon as the game on the 1st ended, he was immediately targeted by Jordan and sidelined.

He never paid any attention to me again. During training, he would often berate me, calling me stupid like a pig, saying I couldn't even eat a pancake properly.

The problem is, I'm just a rookie. It's normal for me to make mistakes and not play well.

Have you ever seriously trained me?
Brown at least got to meet Tang Sen. If he hadn't been traded and had stayed with the Wizards, he might have been getting yelled at by you every day.

In any case, this difference in treatment is exactly the same as Brown's before. When you have value, they greet you with smiles, but once you have no value, they kick you aside immediately.

Anyone would be angry.

Heywood felt that Brown was already good-natured for not swearing.

So Collins specifically named Haywood, meaning Haywood really didn't want to play.

Jordan is definitely watching.

If you play well, that's your responsibility; if you don't play well, then who else should take the blame?

The problem is, we really can't beat them.

They have Tang Sen, such a good trainer who provides close guidance.

Now, Haywood only regrets not having met a trainer like Tang Sen.

No matter how dissatisfied he was, Collins had already singled him out, so what could Haywood do?

Go on stage!

Brown rested for a little over two minutes before rushing back onto the court.

They immediately gave Heywood a hard time.

McGrady's passing ability is really good.

Most perimeter players, like Hill, who is known as a point forward, have the ability to penetrate and pass the ball.

It's already considered impressive that someone could pass on their knowledge to an insider.

As for McGrady, he often manages to pull off inside-outside plays.

In other words, the Magic's outside shooting is not consistent enough. If they had a player like Peja, McGrady's assist numbers would have at least reached another level.

That's how it was; McGrady's pass was perfectly timed and very inspired.

He dribbled across the free-throw line, using a hesitant step to change the pace, which gave him a body length advantage over Hamilton before cutting straight into the paint.

Instead of speeding up, he slowed down.

Tang Sen, standing on the sidelines, was stunned.

This guy's talent and basketball IQ are truly terrifying. If you teach him something, he can learn it immediately and even use his talent to apply it.

He slowed his pace, using his tall frame and hands to trap Hamilton behind him.

At this moment, Jahidi White was already planning to come over to help defend, and Haywood's attention under the basket was also drawn to him.

Just then, McGrady suddenly flicked the ball.

It wasn't a shot, it was thrown towards the backboard.

The basketball bounced off the backboard and landed at the back of the rim.

Heywood's heart pounded wildly, only to realize with a start that the space beside him was empty; Brown, who had been entangled with him, had already withdrawn and disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw Brown leap into the air, catch the rebounding basketball, and dunk it directly into the basket.

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell throughout the center of the water villa.

The Magic's bench erupted in cheers, with Sasser waving his towel like a helicopter propeller.

Tang Sen, who was not far away, was equally shocked.

That was a really bold pass!
It's no wonder that McGrady's idol was Penny Hardaway, who often delivered such brilliant passes.

Brown kicked off his second quarter offensive onslaught with an alley-oop.

When Haywood came up, he actually wanted to put up a fight and was playing seriously on defense.

After all, being a background character all the time isn't a pleasant thing.

But he soon discovered that Brown was growing up too fast.

In the last game, he was completely outmaneuvered by Brown's probing steps.

And how long has it been? Only 20 days?
Haywood noticed that Brown's move connected better with his low-post offense.

More changes have occurred.

His key shots seem to be more accurate as well.

For a moment, he was once again caught in the dilemma of how to choose a defensive strategy.

In the blink of an eye, Brown, with his back to the goal, extended his right foot towards the top line, as if to turn and cut to the top line.

Heywood reflexively shifted his center of gravity, and then Brown turned around and disappeared completely.

With a thud, Heywood's heart sank to the Mariana Trench.

We've given up. We can't defend against it; it's simply impossible to defend against!
At that moment, Heywood surrendered.

Since Jordan already considered himself useless, and Collins didn't care about winning or losing and wouldn't let anyone double-team him, why should he bother competing with Brown?

If you want to get a high score, then go for it.

Haywood even had a wicked thought: to let Brown score 50 points and give Jordan a good slap in the face.

He thought it was right, and he actually did it.

If you slow down your defensive pace a bit or loosen your physical contact, who would notice?

Anyway, I was just a background character.

The result of his actions was that Brown went on a killing spree.

in fact.

Even if Haywood doesn't slack off, he still can't stop Brown.

The two players are no longer in the same league.

In the second quarter, Brown scored 13 points on 6-of-9 shooting, plus free throws.

He practically single-handedly dominated the Magic's offense, leading them to a 58-47 lead over the Wizards at halftime, a total of 11 points.

From the stands, the cheers of Kwame Brown echoed like a tsunami.

It's no longer "flying poop," but a hurricane.

Never underestimate any gust of wind; it might turn into a hurricane and destroy everything in the next moment.

"28 points in the first half!"

"My God, that's his energy! Incredible kid! Listen to me, stop saying he's a rookie, he's a star! From the moment he entered the league, he was already a star!"

Inside the TNT studio, Barkley shouted excitedly.

Smith, equally passionate, replied: "19 years and 286 days, that's right, remember this number. I had someone calculate it many times to make sure it wasn't wrong."

"I have a strong feeling that a new record will be set today: the youngest player in NBA history to score 50 points will emerge. 19 years and 286 days old! My goodness, he's not even 20 yet!"

At 20, I was still working hard in college.

But Brown has already scored 50 points on the NBA's biggest stage, setting a new record.

Barkley clearly didn't want to mention his "glorious" history at age 20, and instead asked Jordan with a grin what he thought now.

“I know he must be very pleased, since he personally selected the top scholar.”

Barkley's eyebrows were dancing. Across from him, Smith had a tense expression, as if he was about to burst out laughing at any moment.

He really felt that Barkley would never have to see Jordan again. Based on what he had said these past few days, if he met Jordan, he would definitely be beaten to a pulp.

Chicago.

Jordan, his face dark, watched Barkley's sarcastic remarks on TV and had only one thought in his mind: "That fatso is itching for a beating again."

Grover nervously peeked at Jordan from the side.

Brown scored 28 points in the first half; he's once again leaping and bounding around Jordan's baseline.

He couldn't help but want to curse Lightner in his heart.

Are you out of your mind? Jordan hasn't even spoken yet, and you're already rushing in. Who are you trying to prove your loyalty to?

Now look what happened, they brought this on themselves and angered the other party.

He had finally managed to persuade Jordan, but now it was all for nothing.

Jordan finally reacted.

Surprisingly, he didn't break down and yell at him; he just pursed his lips and said lightly, "This kid is not bad."

Grover looked surprised.

There are no reporters here!

So that's the truth?
Grover stared at Jordan in disbelief. Had this guy finally come to his senses?

He simply nodded in response, preparing to observe further.

However, watching the replay of Brown's highlights on TV, his skillful low-post footwork, excellent physicality, and consistent finishing were truly impressive, even to Grover.

He felt that Tang Sen's technical roadmap for Brown was very practical and not flashy, the kind that required him to practice and master everything right from the start.

What's even more amazing is that Tang Sen was able to train Brown in such a short time.

Half a year!
Grover felt that if he were in Brown's shoes at the time, he wouldn't have been able to do it either.

No matter how hard you try, it won't work.

Before the draft, Brown's skills were really rough.

In such a short time, a rookie was able to break the 50-point record.

Grover silently marveled, "That's really crazy."

The only question now is whether Brown can maintain this level of performance in the second half, as he seems to be getting tired.

After all, they've taken over a lot of possession of the ball.

……

Back in the locker room, Brown was asked the same question by Rivers.

"Even if it's tiring, you have to persevere."

After asking the question, Rivers started to speak. He squatted down in front of Brown, grabbed Brown's shoulder, and said, "Kwame, this is an opportunity. Who knows when we'll have another chance?"

Breaking records sometimes really depends on luck.

You need to be in good form, you need to encounter an easy opponent, and the opponent's head coach needs to be lenient with you and willing to give you a chance to break the record.

Otherwise, if Collins comes in the second half and double-teams Brown relentlessly, he doesn't care about losing, he just won't let you break the record. What can you do?
Today, Rivers truly feels hopeful.

Collins sat calmly on the sidelines, seemingly unconcerned about losing the game.

They give the impression that they've wasted this year's top draft pick, but it's okay, they'll keep aiming for next year's top draft pick.

Rivers thought it was quite possible.

Jordan probably thought to himself, "Look how good my eye for talent is! Kwame Brown has really lived up to his potential. I can pick another one next year and still find a genius."

"So Kumamel, give it your all and take this record."

Rivers concluded with encouragement.

When his own players break records, the head coach feels proud.

Grant, standing nearby, nodded in agreement and said, "Brown, don't worry about what the reporters will say. Like the coach said, this is a rare opportunity, and we'll help you."

These kinds of age-related records are truly irreplaceable once missed.

McGrady, who was not far away, nodded in agreement.

Actually, he himself has never scored 50 points.

But it doesn't matter, he's willing to help just because Lightner insulted Townsend.

Ewing also laughed and said, "Give it your all, and let the players behind you experience the taste of despair."

Who can break the record of 50 points for someone under 20 years old!
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Brown took a deep breath and nodded.

Whether or not he gets the record, Brown doesn't really care that much.

But what moved Brown the most was having so many teammates support him and willing to help him.

It means you're popular with people.

All I can say is that I'm still reaping the benefits of the early season when Tang Sen asked me to give gifts to my teammates and to get along with them politely.

The thought of Tang Sen reignited Brown's anger, and he silently clenched his fists.

Never mind, I'm going to get 50 points!
The more successful I am, the more it proves that Tang Sen is the best trainer in the world.

Back for the second half.

Tang Sen sat on the sidelines, his heart pounding with excitement.

The concept of "state" is truly mysterious.

When he's in form, he can make anything. He can even make some difficult shots, contorting his body like that, shots that look like they shouldn't go in, but he still manages to score.

Tang Sen had experienced this feeling before, having played basketball.

It wasn't until he became a trainer that Tang Sen understood.

It wasn't that God smiled at you or made a heart shape with his hands at that moment, but rather that your countless training sessions, the diligence watered with sweat, and the true accumulation of knowledge and experience led to your breakthrough.

If it's just a matter of being in good form, then why are there so many players in the NBA who don't all score 50 points?
Getting 50 points isn't a miracle; it just means your hard work and effort paid off.

Therefore, Tang Sen felt that if Brown scored 50 points today, it would be well deserved.

In the third quarter, Brown took a breather during halftime and his form improved. He launched a fierce attack and scored 14 points, including free throws.

But it was clear that he was tired.

The hit rate has started to decline.

Section 3, paragraph 11, number 6 is the best proof.

Moreover, the Wizards managed to close the gap a bit in this quarter.

Hamilton scored 11 points in a single quarter, even attracting the attention of Townsend with his unique playing style.

Keep running, create open space, catch the ball and shoot.

This style of play is simply harmful to both sides, with a flavor of either you let me off the hook or we're both lying down after the match.

In the fourth quarter, after resting for a little over two minutes, Brown returned to the court once again.

Heywood felt it most directly; he could clearly sense that the pressure Brown was putting on him was decreasing.

But he still couldn't defend against his opponent.

Before I knew it, this newbie had acquired skills that I could only look up to.

He sat with his back turned, his shoulders slumped, as if he were about to turn around.

Heywood didn't move; he'd been fooled too many times already.

But this time, he fell for it again.

Brown added more variation to a simple routine. He feinted, then spun towards the top lane, unsurprisingly tripping himself with his left foot, and then...

Haywood watched as Brown's hook shot went in and he sighed silently.

Damn it, why didn't I run into Tang Sen?

"46 points!"

Barkley has already started counting.

"There are still 5 and a half minutes left in the fourth quarter, more than enough time. Haywood can't stop Brown!"

Across from him, Smith pursed his lips and clenched his fists, looking as nervous as if the lottery draw was about to take place.

A little over a minute later, Brown's drive to the basket was disrupted.

The referee was very helpful and promptly sent Brown to the free-throw line.

Of course, Heywood wasn't entirely innocent; he did make a move.

The entire stadium fell silent; the fans were so tense they dared not even breathe.

Brown made a slight adjustment, but his first free throw missed.

It's clear he's really tired.

"47 points, only 3 points left. Damn it, spread out and let him shoot a three."

After making the second free throw, Barkley immediately yelled for Brown to shoot a three-pointer.

He can't take a three-pointer, but Brown still has a mid-range jumper.

Grant rushed out to set a screen for Brown's handoff pass.

Brown pulled the ball out, and it bounced on the rim before luckily falling in.

"49!"

Inside the studio, Barkley had already excitedly stood up and cheered in celebration.

It's a sure thing. If he doesn't break 50 points soon, he feels like the referees will have obsessive-compulsive disorder and will have to find an opportunity to foul Brown.

With 1 minute and 47 seconds left in the game, Brown finally found another opportunity.

Armstrong drove to the baseline, Haywood turned to help defend, faked a pass and the ball went over Brown's shoulder.

Take a step, hang the frame with both hands.

In an instant, the entire center of the water villa seemed to explode and boil over as if a bomb had been dropped into it!
51 points!
The youngest player in history to score 50 points has been born.

(End of this chapter)