Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 146 Memorable Moment: Brown's Gift
Tang Sen got a bit of an advantage, getting the best inner field tickets and sitting in the two rows behind the East bench.

Suddenly, gasps of surprise erupted from the stands behind them.

However, Iverson received the ball on the baseline, turned and shot, but missed, and the basketball slid out of the rim as if it had gone completely awry.

These guys played very casually in the All-Star game.

Duncan instinctively reached up to grab the ball, but suddenly felt a darkness above him as a hand appeared out of nowhere and deflected the ball.

It's Brown.

He bounced the basketball once, and immediately jumped up again after landing.

The sheer speed of the bullet is impressive.

Brown jumped up again and took control of the basketball.

Then, he turned around and looked for someone.

On the weak side, a warning signal kicked in Jordan's mind. He quickly turned his head to look to the side, muttering to himself: Don't look at me, don't look at me...

Brown, as expected, didn't see Jordan and passed the ball to Kidd, who was there to receive it.

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was genuine or not, Jordan immediately sensed Brown's intense feelings for him.

The problem is that this feeling is too overwhelming, it seems a bit deliberate.

The next moment, Kidd actually passed the ball over.

Jordan's eyes widened.

No, why are you joining in this commotion?

Seeing Brown squeeze under the basket again with some space around him, Jordan instinctively flicked the ball.

It flew past Garnett and went straight to Brown.

It was so enjoyable to watch; it felt like I'd be letting the audience down if I didn't deduct a point.

So Brown instinctively jumped up and slammed the ball into the basket.

On the sidelines, Bird jumped to his feet, clapping and nodding, shouting to Jordan, "Great pass!"

Thomas, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

In the commentary booth, Walton complained in a deliberately serious tone, "Michael, this isn't a two-man game; you have other teammates too."

Steve Jones, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing.

Tang Sen silently lowered his head.

Silly boy, I know you're trying to be kind, but you can't be this honest.

Tang Sen shouted to McGrady in front of him.

Then he got up and whispered a few words to McGrady, telling him to tell Brown to tone it down and not to be so deliberate, just play normally.

McGrady, unable to suppress a smile, gave an OK sign.

Fortunately, they've been playing for almost five minutes, and normally it's time for a rotation.

As soon as Tang Sen sat down, Brown delivered another memorable moment.

During a Western Conference offensive play, Garnett had the ball in the midfield position and was about to shoot when Iverson quickly stole it from him.

The ball rolled to the ground, and he turned around to pick it up.

At that moment, Brown, who reacted quickly, had already turned around and rushed towards the other side.

Jordan stood at the three-point line, and seeing Kidd grab the ball, he immediately turned and rushed out.

Kidd looked up and saw Brown and Jordan rushing out one after the other.

After hesitating for a moment, he still made a long pass, sending the ball to Brown at the front.

Brown was completely alone; he was bound to deliver a spectacular dunk.

Just then, Brown, who had received the ball, stopped and looked back at Jordan, who had slowed down.

Their eyes met, and Jordan understood.

No!
For a moment, Jordan felt a deep sense of helplessness, as if he were being forced into a situation and powerless to resist, forced to accept it.

But in this situation, with the broadcast happening globally, it would be even worse to stop.

Brown tossed the ball like a slam dunk contest assistant, and Jordan leaped up, caught the basketball in mid-air, and slammed it into the basket with a hint of rage.

The feud between Jordan and Brown was once a major scandal, but after so much time has passed, and judging from their outward reactions and responses, it seems that they have reconciled and there are no more problems.

The media will only subtly and secretly talk about Jordan.

Therefore, many fans saw the two getting along well and treating each other with respect, and when Jordan made a rare alley-oop dunk, they could only applaud and cheer.

But the players on the sidelines almost burst out laughing at that moment.

Barkley and O'Neal didn't hold back at all and burst into laughter.

Bird immediately stood up, making a conspicuous gesture like a lighthouse, pursed his lips, and gave the two of them a thumbs up with a look of satisfaction and pride.

Thomas, standing next to him, was slapping his thigh, laughing so hard his wrinkles were showing.

Even the star players on the field struggled to keep up.

Tang Sen covered his face, unable to bear to look.

Jordan, landing on the ground, was even more frustrated, and could only turn around and give Brown a high-five in response.

Then he turned to Rivers on the sidelines: Call a timeout, hurry up!
Fortunately, Rivers called a timeout soon after the first quarter was halfway through.

Jordan hurried off the court.

I don't want to play this lousy match for even a second longer.

Brown followed, and Iverson came over, patted Brown on the back, said nothing, and just gave him a thumbs up.

These guards only think about surpassing Jordan's peak through their skills on the court. Brown is even worse; he's directly trying to destroy Jordan's spirit.

Rivers began to rotate the players.

Jordan was ready to sit down and rest, but Rivers substituted McGrady in instead of taking himself out.

Brown wasn't substituted either.

Rivers then brought in Mutombo, replacing Walker.

Jordan stared wide-eyed at Rivers: You guys are in cahoots, aren't you!

No, they were always in cahoots.

Jordan turned his head and glanced at the group of star players around him.

Don't you have any objections?
The star players all wore serious expressions, but the slight upturn of their lips betrayed their true thoughts.

The All-Star Game is just a game, it's all just for fun. Who really cares whether someone plays or not?

It's really not as interesting as just watching something funny.

At that moment, Rivers suddenly said, "Michael, I hope you can play more, try to get the highest score, and win the MVP trophy."

He looked serious; he didn't seem to be joking.

Jordan's mind was about to explode: What on earth are these guys trying to do?

He glanced at Iverson beside him.

Don't you have any objections?
Iverson's smile was barely contained, and he remained silent.

Although it's in Philadelphia, a home game, he already won the MVP award last year, so it's still a very prestigious one.

So whether you take it or not is not important.

The important thing is not to let Kobe on the other side get it.

Mutombo, though a nice guy, couldn't resist a joke given the atmosphere, saying, "Michael, really, if you win the MVP award this year, that'll be four, tying Bob Pettit for first place in history."

He paused, then added with a reasonable expectation: "There's always next year. If you win MVP again next year, then you'll be the greatest of all time."

He has won five MVP awards.

Then he retired in glory once again, leaving behind another legend.

The phrase "the greatest of all time" resonated deeply with Jordan.

It seems...it's not impossible.

Jordan couldn't help but smile. Just as he was about to be modest, Rivers said, "That's right, Michael, believe me, you have the ability."

His gaze was so sincere that Jordan was too embarrassed to refute it, and could only nod slightly with reluctance.

Back from the competition.

The style has suddenly changed; the lagging East has started to intensify its efforts.

Jordan also perked up.

Five MVP awards, the first in history.

Even with all the accolades, it's hard not to feel a little tempted.

At that moment, Brown rushed towards himself.

With his arms outstretched, he provided perfect cover, shielding Peja behind him.

Jordan rushed out, and McGrady had already passed the ball to him.

Pull it out and throw it away; it went in.

Jordan jogged away slowly, unable to resist glancing at Brown.

To be honest, this kid is pretty good at covering for you.

Kobe tried to change direction repeatedly, but couldn't shake off McGrady.

He looked somewhat surprised: Are you serious?
He sat with his back to the wall, then flipped over and threw a powerful shot, but the sudden intensity caused the ball to miss.

Mutombo leaped and secured the rebound.

Iverson rushed out quickly.

Jordan was also running, with Elton Brand chasing behind him.

Just then, Brown caught up and used a sideways movement to block Brand.

The opportunity presented itself in an instant.

Iverson, being a point guard by trade, made a long pass that found Jordan.

Jordan easily made the layup.

10 points!

Thomas suddenly nudged Bird next to him on the sidelines, giving him a knowing look.

The East is clearly starting to intensify its efforts; they're getting serious.

They even started using screens and picks.

Brown went even further, deliberately delaying Brand to create an opportunity for Jordan.

These guys in the East are clearly just trying to elevate Jordan's status.

Bird didn't say anything, but he saw Brown grab another offensive rebound and pass the ball to McGrady. McGrady faked a shot, drove to the basket, drew the defense, and then passed the ball to Jordan on the weak side.

Although Jordan missed the shot, he realized what was happening, slapped his thigh, and yelled, "Oh no!"

“They want Michael to win MVP.” Bird cursed, his expression changing.

Damn it, this bastard is trying to show off in front of me.

Thomas was stunned, muttering, "Impossible."

Having traveled all this way, only to see Jordan triumphantly receiving the All-Star MVP trophy right in front of him, what difference was there between him and someone who had swallowed a fly?

"What's impossible?"

Bird pointed to the field and said, "Look closely, these are all their men."

With a head coach standing on the sidelines and two others on the court, the three of them were of one mind, determined to win the MVP for Jordan. Who could stop them?

Iverson?
Rivers is really determined; if you perform well, he'll immediately take you off the court.

"Fake!"

Thomas was quite annoyed and kept glancing at Bird.

You told me to come here to laugh at you, well, now I'm going to get a sty.

The key question is Brown. What's going on? Did he really surrender and admit defeat?
Bird was also puzzled, thinking to himself, who knows what Brown was thinking?

Seeing Brown receive the ball under the basket and prepare to attack, drawing the defense, he suddenly passed it across to Jordan near the baseline, assisting him in making a jump shot. Bird felt a sudden jolt.

12 points! 12 points in a single quarter!
"No."

Bird gritted his teeth and said, "If things get weird, we'd better get out of here."

Thomas asked, bewildered, why.

Bird scoffed, "Believe it or not, if he wins the MVP trophy, he'll definitely come over and take a picture with us."

They might even ask themselves if they're happy.

Jordan holds grudges too!

Bird likes to show off, but he absolutely dislikes others successfully showing off and then coming up to him to brag.

Thomas blurted out "Fuck!" and was speechless for a moment.

In the first quarter, Jordan scored 12 points.

While he, Brown, and McGrady were resting, Rivers, following the unspoken rules, took the opportunity to rotate all the Eastern Conference reserves onto the court for a brief appearance.

He sensed that the West was also realizing the situation and starting to seriously increase the intensity.

If they really play seriously, the East might not be a match for the West.

But things can be accomplished by human effort.

Rivers glanced at Jordan.

He had no complaints about Jordan, and even wanted to thank him properly.

If Jordan hadn't made the decision to trade Brown to the Magic, would the Magic have taken off?

Maybe because of this deal, I can become a championship coach.

Shouldn't we reciprocate and properly thank Jordan?

Just then, Brown was keen to pass the ball to Jordan, and Rivers went along with it.

After giving a few substitutes a chance to shine, Rivers quickly substituted Brown and two others.

Even Iverson was benched, and Kidd was substituted in.

The purpose was obvious: to set up Jordan for the game.

When Brown rushed out to shield Kobe behind him without Jordan even needing to be called, Jordan inexplicably looked at Brown and suddenly felt that the kid was much more pleasing to the eye.

As they passed each other, Jordan even patted Brown's butt with a smile.

It's a pity; if we had kept Brown last year, it might not have been so bad.

In the second quarter, Jordan scored another 11 points.

He scored 23 points in the first half, the highest in the game.

However, the West clearly doesn't want to hand over the MVP trophy.

Especially Kobe.

This is Philadelphia, my hometown, but now it seems like I've become Philadelphia's enemy. Every time I get the ball, the whole stadium boos.

Kobe was burning with anger, wanting to win the MVP award to silence the boos.

Actually, I should have taken it myself last year.

As a result, Iverson snatched it away.

This year, Iverson went cold, and then McGrady came along.

Seeing McGrady relentlessly following him and defending him with all his might, Kobe cursed under his breath, changed direction, and forced a shot over McGrady.

There was a clang, but it still didn't go in.

McGrady, playing with all his might on defense, is a tough opponent.

Brown leaped and grabbed the rebound.

Still the same.

Even Jordan started to cooperate with Brown. With a high-quality pick and roll at the horns, Jordan dribbled the ball and drove to the inside, making a layup.

Another 2 points.

He turned around, gave Brown a thumbs-up across the room, and then slowly ran past Bird on the sidelines.

This is a display of power and prestige!
Thomas's face darkened; this bastard hadn't even glanced at him.

“It doesn’t matter how many points he scores, it won’t matter, they can’t win,” Bird suddenly said.

The East is not as strong as the West, and is currently 10 points behind the West. If you don't win, what right do you have to win the MVP award?

Surely we don't want to repeat Jerry West's mistake.

Rivers also noticed the problem on the sidelines.

Jordan's scoring was already close enough. Although Kobe on the other side also had 20 points, with McGrady keeping him in check, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

The key now is to win.

The game quickly moved into the fourth quarter, with just over three minutes remaining.

The Eastern Conference is trailing by 8 points.

Rivers immediately pinned Iverson to the bench.

This kid was just slacking off today, not excited at all.

He fielded a lineup of Brown, Walker, Jordan, McGrady, and Ray Allen.

Let McGrady handle the ball, focus on the inside, and then occasionally shoot three-pointers from the outside.

After making the arrangements, Rivers suddenly gasped.

This is the style of play used in magic.

If the Magic had a lineup like that, they'd be ecstatic.

The game continued, and McGrady immediately started to exert himself, lowering his body and breaking through Garnett's defenses.

He drew Duncan's help defense, leaped into the air, and passed the ball to Brown under the basket.

With so many star players on the court, to be honest, apart from O'Neal, there's really no one Brown is afraid of.

O'Neal was sitting on the sidelines.

Brown took a step up, squeezed past Webber in mid-air, and put the ball into the basket.

McGrady was the point guard, and Brown was the center.

The two were teammates for half a season, had excellent chemistry, and had a shooter guarding the perimeter. Their tactics were exactly the same as the Magic's.

With this offensive surge, the East quickly outscored the West 10-3, narrowing the gap to just one point.

Judging by the time, each side still has one more chance to attack.

Tang Sen on the sidelines couldn't help but start to get nervous.

The All-Star Game was so intense and exciting!

McGrady was guarding Kobe, closing in on him as the clock ticked down. Suddenly, he accelerated, made a crossover dribble, drove into the paint, and pulled up for a shot.

Just then, Brown appeared.

With a leap of incredible speed, he blocked Kobe's view like a blizzard.

There was a clang.

The basketball hit the hoop.

Kobe's expression changed slightly as he landed; his fate was now in the other's hands.

There are 12 seconds left in the game.

Eastern offensive.

In the All-Star Game, Don Nelson was too embarrassed to use any fouling tactics, so he gave the opportunity to the players on the court.

It was McGrady again. In the crucial moments of the final comeback, he scored consecutive points and almost stole the show.

Pressuring the clock, using almost the exact same offensive method, McGrady made a breakthrough and sudden stop, dribbled behind his back and changed direction, showing amazing flexibility and coordination, and managed not to lose the ball.

Then, almost handing it to Brown under the basket, he passed it to him.

There are 5 seconds left in the game.

In an instant, Webber, Duncan, and Garnett all rushed over.

We must defend against this attack.

Brown made a move as if he was about to jump, but at the last moment before leaping, he suddenly flung the ball away.

Garnett suddenly turned his head, startled.

Jordan!

Jordan missed the wing.

The key point is that he never expected that Brown would pass the ball at the last moment, even when he was already under the basket, giving Jordan the chance to win the game.

Jordan, who received the ball, was stunned for a moment.

As Jordan instinctively leaped to shoot, he had only one thought in his mind: Damn, this kid is too good at this!

The basketball bounced and fell into the hoop.

There was a little over a second left in the game.

A near game-winning shot!

As Jordan landed and listened to the cheers from the crowd, he felt a sense of disorientation.

Before arriving, Jordan was genuinely prepared to be ridiculed, and for Brown to deliberately annoy him, forcing him to play the game with a heavy heart.

But who knows how the game turned out this way?

He scored a game-high 32 points and won the MVP award with a game-winning shot.

This doesn't seem to be part of my script!

(End of this chapter)