Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 150 Amaré Stoudemire
Sather once again monopolized all the badges.

Level 4 titles, [Five Points], [Exemplary Figure], [Believer], easily provide bonuses exceeding 100.

He focuses on defense, emphasizing that physical fitness is the foundation of everything.

So his plan was similar to Brown's back then: one day of high-intensity physical training, and the next day of static recovery training, mixed with technical training.

The third day was low-intensity, focusing mainly on recovery training.

On the fourth day, the intensity was increased.

This means that a supercompensation cycle is formed in three days.

Today is technical training.

Defense also requires skill.

"Pay attention to the route."

Tang Sen received the ball, gave a warning, and then took a step forward, suddenly breaking through to the right.

Almost as soon as Tangsen started his move, Sather had already moved sideways with a crossover step, blocking the landing point of Tangsen's first step.

But the next moment, Tang Sen changed direction.

Tang Sen didn't go all out when he suddenly attacked, so he had enough energy to adjust his pace.

He paused slightly, lowered his right shoulder as if to change direction to the left, but at the moment the ball bounced up, he pulled the ball back and still broke to the right.

A slight sway in rhythm froze Sasseur in place, causing him to lose the initiative.

In other words, Tang Sen's physical abilities were limited. If it were someone like McGrady or Kobe, a master of penetration, they would have easily beaten Sasser.

“Consciousness!” Tang Sen stopped, pointed to his head, and said, “Jeryl, you’re pretty good at predicting your opponent’s first step. You can usually predict it six or seven times out of ten. But if your opponent changes their rhythm a second time, it will be very difficult for you to predict it.”

Kobe is growing rapidly, but his main label, or rather his main offensive weapon, is still driving to the basket.

In Tang Sen's view, a crucial point in preventing a breakthrough is to anticipate the opponent's breakthrough point.

If your opponent breaks through to the right, you need to accurately predict how far their first step will go, and then move laterally to block their landing point in advance to keep up with them.

"Jeryl, you're too nervous."

Tang Sen concluded.

After nearly a month of training, Sasser's physical condition has improved a lot. His speed and reaction time have become faster, but he lacks confidence and is highly focused and nervous when defending.

So, in the first step, he can defend by focusing.

But when the opponent makes a change, once he defends, his mental instincts relax, and at that moment he slows down and his mind can't react in time.

It's like a Western shootout; in a life-or-death situation, you only focus on your opponent's first shot, not their second.

Of course, it's also possible that you'll die from the first shot.

On the court, however, it is often difficult to shake off the defender on the first attempt, so the subsequent changes can be more lethal.

Sather stood up, his dark, muscular body clearly defined, and asked, "Sir, how do I need to change?"

"There's no way to change it."

Tang Sen shook his head.

To put it bluntly, it's because they lack confidence in their own defense.

Imagine you're guarding Kobe Bryant. You know he's very good, so you're on high alert, fearing you'll get beaten on the first step.

But if you're guarding an elementary school student, you're confident you can stop them no matter what kind of breakthrough they make.

So you still need to practice. When you can easily handle any offensive move your opponent makes, confidence will naturally come.

Before Sather could ask another question, his cell phone, which was lying on the sidelines, suddenly rang.

He glanced at Tang Sen.

Tang Sen waved his hand, signaling him to go and take it.

"I'm training," Sather said from the sidelines, his voice suddenly rising as he answered the phone.

Then she immediately lowered her voice, glanced nervously at Tang Sen, and continued speaking.

It looks like they're arguing.

But in the end, it seemed there was no argument. He put down the phone with a helpless look, ran back, and said apologetically, "Sir, could I go back for a bit?"

"What's up?"

Tang Sen glanced at the wall clock in the distance; it wasn't seven o'clock yet.

Sasser looked embarrassed and explained the reason.

He leaves home at 4:30 and has to get to the stadium before 5:00.

His wife works for a tractor manufacturing company and has to get up at 6:30 a.m. to drive for more than an hour to work.

At this time, they will hire a nanny to take care of their son.

As a result, his wife had just left home when she suddenly received a call from the nanny saying that she wouldn't be coming.

The reason is that they have to get up too early and the wages are too low.

That means that Sasser's one-year-old son is now home alone.

"Then why don't you hurry up and go?"

Tang Sen quickly gestured for him to go back, saying, "Aren't you afraid that the child protection agencies will just take the child away if you leave such a big child at home?"

Sather said "Oh," grabbed his jersey, and ran.

He ran to the exit, then turned back and called out, "Sir, please wait for me. I'll be right back. I can continue training."

Tang Sen was about to say that training would be skipped today and that he could go home first.

It was too late to say anything; the person had vanished without a trace.

Twenty minutes later, Sasser returned, carrying her son in one arm and pushing the stroller with the other.

The little guy looked sleepy, probably not fully awake yet.

Sather apologized repeatedly.

"It's ok."

Tang Sen waved his hand, saying there was no need for an apology; the key issue was what to do with his son.

Sather quickly put her son in the stroller, then started taking off her jersey, saying, "Sir, he's fine, let's continue."

Tang Sen sighed; he had no choice but to continue.

In terms of technique, it mainly involved Townsend's offense and Sather's attempts at defense.

Tangsen doesn't have the sharp speed to break through like NBA players, nor the strong physical confrontation, but Tangsen's rhythm changes are better and his speed is faster.

After all, they had once managed to beat Jordan by sheer luck.

Therefore, in this kind of simulated training, having a "brain" attached allows Sather to quickly accumulate defensive experience.

He had only played two balls when his son started crying.

Sather stopped awkwardly, apologized, and hurriedly went to comfort her son.

"Is he hungry?" Tang Sen interjected.

I should eat something when I wake up in the morning.

Sather suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly went to the stroller to look for the baby bottle.

Sure enough, I didn't bring it.

“Sir, could I go back again? It will be quick.” Sather asked again, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't."

Tang Sen quickly stopped him, saying, "You're already like this, what's the point of practicing?"

"If you can't find a temporary babysitter this afternoon, just let me know, and the afternoon training will be canceled."

We can't leave the children unattended.

Sather nodded dejectedly and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, I won't do it again next time."

Tang Sen thought to himself, "Does talking have any effect?"

Similar situations have occurred more than once during this month of training.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Sen said, "Jeryl, you have to admit that your life is a complete mess right now."

This guy brought it on himself; his excessive spending went way too far.

He bought his family a large house in Dallas worth over two million dollars, and also purchased a luxury car for himself.

I have no idea how he dared to do that. Tang Sen earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, but he hasn't dared to buy a mansion.

He has a 3+1 rookie contract, and when the four-year contract expires, his total salary will be around 400 million.

After taxes, it's just enough for one house.

But he still needs to make a living and raise his son, which is quite expensive.

He maxed out his credit cards, drove a Ferrari every day, and was so poor he was worried about renting his apartment.

In short, Sasser fell silent.

But that's the truth.

Tang Sen continued, "Jeryl, you can't go on like this. Your life is affecting your training."

It's not just a matter of childcare; when life is in a mess, a person's mindset is inevitably affected, and they become less focused.

"My personal suggestion is to reallocate your assets. With your current salary, you should be able to support your daily life."

If it were Tang Sen, he would have sold the house and car long ago.

That thing was a complete burden.

"This is an opportunity for you. I know you want to give your family a good life, so you should seize this opportunity. Wait until you succeed and sign a big contract before thinking about those things."

Tang Sen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Of course, I'm just suggesting it. You can think about it yourself."

With that, he walked into the locker room first.

Sather stopped and stood outside the locker room, his eyes looking somewhat lost and confused.

My son was still restless in my arms. After a while, the pacifier fell out, and he let out a loud cry.

Sather was flustered and hurriedly put the pacifier into her son's mouth.

The son then snuggled closer to Sather, satisfied.

Looking at her son in her arms, Sasser gave a wry smile and followed him into the changing room.

Tang Sen didn't know if Sather had listened to him.

But the system knew.

As Tang Sen got into his car, ready to go home, the system notified him that the "Truth" badge had been activated.

Sather received a 15% training bonus due to the badge taking effect.

Tang Sen never used this badge.

I don't know how to use it.

Unexpectedly, seeing how miserable Sather was, he said something that touched a nerve with Sather, which inspired him to fight.

Indeed, the truth is more hurtful.

An unexpected surprise.

But now that Sather enjoys the exclusive badge bonus, even a 15% bonus isn't enough.

Most importantly, Sasser was able to stay focused, eliminate distractions, and dedicate himself fully to training.

Training requires complete focus.

Like Brown, last year he even abandoned his girlfriend to focus on training during the draft.

The team is still on an away trip.

While staying in Orlando, Townsend unexpectedly received a guest.

Connors.

“Ryan.” Tang Sen smiled and hugged Connors; it had been a while since they had last seen each other.

Connors, beaming with pride, quickly got down to business after the pleasantries, asking Tang Sen if he could spare a day to accompany him somewhere.

"A whole day might not be enough, but a few hours should be fine."

Sasser's morning training session has ended, but there is still training in the afternoon.

"enough."

Connors immediately told Tangsen to set off.

He drove Tang Sen south for over an hour, covering 30 kilometers, until they arrived south of Orlando.

This place is right next to Orlando International Airport.

Finally, he drove into a high school.

Cypraskrik.

Orlando is quite big, so Townsend didn't know about this high school.

"Tang, I'd like to ask you to help me recruit a player." Connors only revealed his true purpose after getting out of the car.

Tang Sen was speechless for a moment.

Speaking of which, Billups' former agent was Andy Miller.

It seems like this is the name that approached me, proposing to collaborate with me and use my reputation in training Brown to discover talented players in college and high school.

Tang Sen decisively rejected him at the time.

I don't have the energy.

At the same time, Tang Sen was thinking that even if he wanted to find someone to cooperate with, he should find someone he knew, such as Connors.

Unexpectedly, before I could even bring it up, Connors had the same idea.

“Ryan, why didn’t you explain this clearly before you came?” Tang Sen retorted.

Connors looked apologetic, but still pulled Tang Sen inside, saying, "I know you're busy, so I was afraid you wouldn't want to come."

Tang Sen shook his head secretly.

If he had made it clear, I would definitely have come, out of respect for him.

"A high school student?" Tang Sen asked back, pulling his arm away.

Connors nodded: "Don, the draft is in a few months. You're not in this industry, so you don't know, but high school players are in high demand this year."

"It's mainly because of you, because of Kwame's success."

Kobe and Garnett have sparked a wave of high school talent, resulting in three high school prodigies emerging in last year's draft.

The most dazzling one, without a doubt, is Brown.

Brown's success once again proves that high school students can still make a name for themselves after entering the NBA.

Therefore, it is only natural that the demand for high school students is rising this year.

"What's your name? I haven't heard of any high school geniuses coming from Orlando," Tang Sen asked, somewhat puzzled.

Connors said, “That’s because you’re not paying attention. I trust my judgment. Just like I confirmed that Kwame was a genius before, I can guarantee that this little guy named Amaré Stoudemire is also a genius.”

After saying that, he hurriedly praised Tang Sen, saying that Brown's current achievements were partly due to his talent, but more importantly, they were due to Tang Sen's help.

"There's no need to flatter me."

Tang Sen waved his hand and then asked him what he should do.

Connors said, "They're preparing for the state championship, and I've already spoken to their coach. He's willing to give me a chance to get in touch with Amare."

"I invited you here so that, with your professional perspective, you could first assess this kid's talent."

"If he has talent, then you can help me recruit him again. You trained Kwame and made him a star in Orlando. I think as long as you step in, this kid will definitely sign with me."

"Tang, don't worry, I won't let you work for nothing. I can give you a check or a share of the profits, anything is fine."

In the end, Connors, for reasons unknown, said, "Tang, why don't you become an agent too? It's just a few questions, a membership fee, it's very simple."

Tang Sen thought to himself, "You're kidding me."

The agents appear to be shrewd and successful, but those are only a few agents at the very top of the pyramid.

Most agents have a really tough time.

Those who are backed by a company are a little better off, but independent brokers like Connors are in a much worse situation.

To be honest, Tang Sen didn't really care about his small share of the profits.

"Let's see what you mean by 'genius' first."

Tang Sen still had some faith in Connors's judgment.

He's at least better than Jordan.

(End of this chapter)