Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 129 all have secret training sessions, what about mine?
There are fishy fish in the east, and there are fishy fish in the west.

The Warriors are the weakest of the weak. In this game, even without Brown and McGrady playing, the Magic still won without much effort.

Mike Miller made 5 of 7 three-pointers, scoring a team-high 24 points.

Like McGrady, he is a standard swingman, physically strong enough, and his signature move is the three-pointer.

His three-pointers are not only productive, but also efficient.

Last season, he averaged 4.4 field goal attempts per game, shooting 40.7 percent.

Like Pat Garretti, he has a three-point shooting percentage of over 40%.

The problem is that both of them are spot-up shooters who rely on catching and shooting, and they don't have the ability to take three-pointers on their own.

They can only be effective when the team's tactics are running smoothly and they are given open spaces.

So players like them may have decent stats, but their usefulness on the field is actually quite limited.

Against strong teams, there aren't many opportunities or spaces for you to make a shot.

To become a shooter who helps the team, you have to be like Ray Allen or Antoine Walker.

A pure shooter like Miller needs a point guard with good passing skills on the team.

Therefore, the question returns to Billups.

Now Tang Sen is having him coach elementary school students to develop his organizational skills.

But organizational ability is an unquantifiable ability. Unlike other abilities, such as defense, where I can simulate your lateral movement speed and reaction speed by doing targeted training for a period of time, and then conclude that your defense has improved.

Organizational skills, relying solely on intellect, cannot be quantified or simulated.

So whether it's useful or not, Tang Sen really doesn't know.

But Billups himself was very enthusiastic, so Townsend was prepared to stick with him for a while and see how he performed on the court.

For example, assist rate, assist-to-turnover ratio, plus-minus value, and other data.

These data may not be comprehensive or accurate, but they still have some reference value.

Take assist percentage as an example. Last season with Wolves, Billups' assist percentage was only 22%.

Comparing the league's top statistics side-by-side, Stockton had an assist rate of 48.7% last season, Kidd had 41%, and the up-and-coming Van Gundy had 38%.

Of course, Billups is a substitute and his playing time is limited.

However, it can be generally seen that an assist rate close to 40% can be considered as having excellent playmaking and passing abilities.

He's far inferior to Billups.

The next day was the weekend, and elementary school students had a holiday, so it was even less likely that Billups would be absent.

After the morning training session ended, he specifically asked Guo Yonglin to give him a massage first. After the massage, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Everyone saw his reaction.

"Tang, what kind of special training did you arrange for Changxi?" Grant asked curiously.

The key is that training starts at five in the morning. After training, instead of going back to catch up on sleep, they have to continue with secret training, training in the afternoon, and recovery training in the evening.

How can my body handle this?

Everyone looked at Tang Sen.

De Klerk added, "Is the training particularly grueling? Before yesterday's match, Chauncey asked me how bad he was. I felt like his confidence was about to be completely destroyed. Tang, you'd better take it easy."

His words only fueled everyone's curiosity.

“I already said it’s secret training, so it’s a secret.” Tang Sen smiled without explaining.

Since Tang Sen didn't say anything, everyone was at a loss.

In the United States, people value privacy and are reluctant to pry into others' affairs.

But I couldn't resist my curiosity.

After winning the third game against the Celtics, McGrady couldn't help himself. Thinking that he had a decent relationship with Billups, he caught up with Billups as he was leaving and secretly asked him what secret training Townsend had arranged for him.

Brown has his own secret training regimen, practicing jump shots in the dark.

Now Billups has one too.

What about yourself?

In Guo Yonglin's words, Brown was Tang Sen's eldest disciple, so he himself was the second disciple.

If everyone has secret training, shouldn't it be my turn first?

Billups had a stern face.

The constant failures thoroughly ignited his competitive spirit.

Through Moss, he contacted several AAU teams, so that he could always find time to challenge them between matches and training.

But as usual, they still lost.

He was so defeated that he began to question the meaning of life.

The kids were especially excited at first because they could play with current NBA players.

After losing several games in a row, the way he looked at himself made Billups feel even worse.

“You should ask Tang about this; he arranged it,” Billups said after a moment’s thought.

McGrady thought to himself, "It's not like I didn't ask, he just wouldn't tell me."

The key is that you're depressed all the time, yet you're still so concerned; it's hard not to be curious.

He asked Billups what kind of secret training he was doing.

"Organizational ability?"

Upon receiving the answer, McGrady's eyes lit up.

Should I stop practicing organizational skills?

My idol is Hardaway!
He put his arm around Billups' shoulder and said that since they were both rookies in the same draft class and had been teammates before, they should share some training methods.

Billups blinked, then suddenly laughed, "Of course! Are you interested in coming with me?"

Such grueling training is definitely better enjoyed by sharing.

I can't be the only one suffering.

"Okay."

McGrady's eyes lit up.

He immediately went back, grabbed his backpack, and set off with Billups.

The two arrived at the youth activity center quickly.

After getting off the bus, McGrady realized where he was and was completely confused.

"follow me."

Billups gave a shout and walked into the arena first.

Both teams have arrived.

Moss seems to be trying to persuade the U10 kids.

One of the children shouted, "Coach, I don't want to play with him. It's no fun at all. He can't pass the ball well, and he always says we're running the wrong way. The worst part is that we always lose. I don't like losing."

Billups' expression froze, and his eye twitched violently.

You're talking about me, aren't you?

“Danny, when did I ever say you were running in the wrong direction?” Billups walked over and retorted.

In all honesty, I have done everything I could to cooperate with you.

It's really your own positioning that's so bad, is it my fault?
Danny made a face at Billups, not afraid at all.

Just then, McGrady appeared.

"Oh my god, it's T-MAC!" a child screamed.

The next moment, all the children present turned their heads, their eyes shining.

In their minds, Billups is just an ordinary active NBA player.

McGrady, on the other hand, was a star player and the pride of Orlando.

The next moment, all the children surrounded them.

This caught McGrady off guard. While dealing with the situation, McGrady gave Billups an inquiring look, asking what was going on.

Wasn't this supposed to be secret training? Why are they organizing community activities?

After hearing Billups' explanation, McGrady understood.

"So, you can't attack, you can't defend, you can only pass the ball and help them win?"

McGrady glanced at the two teams of kids and said with a pursed lip, "Pretty interesting."

interesting?

Billups chuckled to himself. Yes, it was quite amusing.

"Why don't you come and have a go? Look how happy they are to see you," Billups urged.

The children surrounding them nodded frantically, their faces full of anticipation.

Danny even yelled, "Tracy, let's have a match! We don't want to play with Chauncey anymore, he's too bad."

A 10-year-old child doesn't know how to hold his tongue.

Billups immediately glared at her and asked who she was calling bad.

McGrady almost burst out laughing.

"Changxi, they're just a bunch of kids, you're not really going to lose, are you?" McGrady teased.

AAU-level competitions? Back in the day, I could easily beat anyone in the US with just a little practice.

Billups cursed under his breath, but just laughed and gestured for him to get on the court; the kids couldn't wait. McGrady, like Billups, didn't warm up and went straight to the court.

When the game actually started, McGrady suddenly realized that things weren't so simple.

If you can't attack or defend, then your only role on the field is to be a human-shaped stake.

Moreover, it took up one spot, resulting in four against five.

Most importantly, my teammates aren't good enough.

Not only could he not make shots, he couldn't even catch his own passes.

He turned to look at Billups on the sidelines, his expression becoming more serious.

But this kind of training tormented Billups for several days; it's not something that can be achieved simply by being serious.

The 30-minute match ended quickly, with the U10 team losing 11-41, a crushing 30-point defeat.

McGrady was a little dumbfounded; could they really have lost this badly?

After all, it was McGrady, so his teammates were quite respectful, saying, "It's okay, Tracy, we can't win anyway, and I feel like you're much better than that guy."

He pointed to Billups on the sidelines.

Billups glared at him and said, "You brat, I didn't lose by 30 points, you know."

McGrady glanced at Billups, then at the excited boy, and his competitive spirit unexpectedly surfaced.

"Are you tired? If not, let's play another game," McGrady asked.

The responses were uniform and effortless.

McGrady waved his hand, signaling to continue.

He had figured out how to win, but with one less player, they quickly lost again.

McGrady scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, and asked Billups if he had ever won.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Billups' face as he said, "Of course."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Danny shouted, "No, Tracy, he's lying to you. He's never won a single time."

Billups' face darkened, and he glared angrily at Danny.

McGrady was laughing hysterically. He patted Billups on the shoulder in sympathy and asked if this was the secret training arranged by Townsend, and whether it was really effective.

“It should be useful.”

Billups thought for a moment and nodded.

Because he didn't need to attack or worry about the defender in front of him, Billups was always observing his teammates and everyone's movements while dribbling, looking for possible offensive opportunities.

He seemed to have broken free from the constraints of one-on-one situations and began to focus his attention on the overall game.

Billups felt that this change was useful.

Even on the actual competition field, he gradually developed this awareness.

McGrady thought for a moment and decided to let Billups play a game.

Billups didn't refuse; he was there to train anyway.

The substitute was brought in, and the game continued.

McGrady observed from the sidelines and quickly realized that Billups was clearly much better than him.

Billups would instruct his teammates to play defense as much as possible, especially on the three-point line.

When attacking, he is quick to find openings and his passing timing is also very accurate.

Of course, winning is impossible.

But Billups only lost by 18 points.

Under his direction and passing, the four children actually played quite well.

McGrady couldn't help but start clapping.

Sure, you're much better than me.

Now that he's standing on the sidelines, he realizes that this isn't an easy thing to do.

Billups pursed his lips, wanting to laugh but unable to, glancing at the children out of the corner of his eye.

Who was it that just said they were bad, not as good as McGrady?

Looking at the score, I've managed to keep the point difference within 20 points.

At this moment, McGrady suddenly said, "Chauncey, I've noticed something about you. Have you noticed that you don't shout as much when directing the offense?"

Billups paused, not understanding what he meant.

"Just shout it out."

McGrady pointed to his mouth and said, "I know you're intentionally directing their movement and executing tactics, but you don't shout much and don't fully express your intentions. Sometimes, you don't even shout and just use hand gestures."

For example, Billups could simply point to a player and make a reverse run.

"Your pass was fine."

Billups is a professional after all; his passing routes, power, and other basic skills are definitely not a problem.

"But they are still children, and their understanding of tactics is not yet sufficient, so you have to shout it out so that they fully understand your tactical intentions."

These basic tactics were naturally insignificant to Billups and himself.

But it's a bit difficult for these 10-year-old children.

"And haven't you noticed that you shout very little even during our matches?"

That's not a big problem. They're all professionals. A glance or a gesture is enough for them to understand each other's tactical intentions.

But McGrady felt it was still necessary to shout it out.

He felt that it might also be related to Billups' personality and experiences.

Billups has a low-key and calm personality; he's not the talkative type.

Otherwise, back when he was with the Raptors, he didn't speak to anyone for half a season.

Moreover, as a substitute player who is always a role player, he may not feel comfortable being in the starting lineup or being bossed around by the core players.

"Chauncey, you're the starting point guard. On the court, you're the coach. You're the one who directs us. I mean directs, do you understand what I mean?" McGrady countered.

Billups has been with us for a while now and has played several games.

McGrady hadn't noticed it before, but now that he's thought about it, he realizes that Billups had this problem.

He doesn't communicate much with his teammates on the court, and he doesn't have that "I'm in charge on the court, and you all have to listen to me" attitude.

Billups himself was stunned.

He really didn't realize he had this problem.

After glancing at the four key players who had already rested for a round, Billups decided to give it a try.

"You four, listen to my commands. If you play well, I'll treat you to a delicious lunch."

Billups gave a word of advice and then led the four players onto the field.

He dribbled the ball, pondering McGrady's suggestion.

At that moment, he instinctively dribbled the ball behind him and controlled it by turning sideways.

Then he glanced speechlessly at the little brat in front of him.

What were you thinking? Don't think you can steal my ball just because I was distracted.

Billups snapped out of his daze and began directing his teammates to run.

He called out the numbers, this time more accurately, and used hand gestures to clearly tell each number how to move. While they were moving, he also reminded them to keep an eye on him.

Then, using hand gestures, they were directed to run in the opposite direction and bypass cover.

When it's time to pass the ball, they'll call out to remind them in advance, and even play tricks, like calling out for number 3 but passing the ball to number 1.

He slowed down and patiently looked for an opportunity.

The ball went in!
Billups' eyes lit up; he felt that the more he shouted, the more efficient his offense became.

Most importantly, he found the feeling of command that McGrady had described.

Yes, I'm the point guard, I'm practically a coach on the court, so everyone has to listen to me.

Otherwise, I'll just play the shooting guard position myself.

After half an hour of play, Billups was surprised to find that his team had only lost by 11 points.

That's a huge improvement!
With a little more effort, there's hope of getting within 10 points.

With good teamwork and a better grasp of the situation on the field, there might really be a chance to win.

Billups greeted McGrady with a much more amiable gaze.

He never expected that bringing McGrady along for the experience would unexpectedly solve his own problem.

"Tracy, do you want to practice together later?"

McGrady also needs to pass the ball.

McGrady shook his head decisively and said, "I'm not like you."

I was just a passer after an attack, adding the finishing touch, while Billups controlled the entire game and orchestrated the offense; it was a completely different matter from my own game.

Moreover, McGrady's current ambition is to further strengthen his offense.

There's a point guard in charge of organizing this.

In the past, I could only rack up assists and passes because my teammates weren't up to par.

Now that we have Billups, after a few games, putting aside his offensive skills, his assists are quite impressive, which is more than enough.

Thinking about this, McGrady couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

I'm the second disciple, after all. What happened to my secret training?
(End of this chapter)