Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 170: Tang Sen's productions are always top-notch.

"Let's go Nets!"

The spacious Continental Airlines Arena echoed with the unified chants of New Jersey fans.

That's what NBA fans shout at games.

When attacking, they shout "Let's go!"

Shout "defense" when you're on defense.

Whoever performs well will inevitably be crowned MVP, a title that resonates throughout the arena.

Kidd hadn't thought there was a problem before, but now, for some reason, he suddenly felt very annoyed by these shouts.

Can you please stop shouting? It's so noisy.

Lost in thought, Sasser reached out again.

How did you train? You chose the right moment so perfectly!
Kidd instinctively moved his body to headbutt Sather.

If the ball slips out of your hand, there's no time to reach for it; you should use your body to block it and push the defender away.

Once the person pushes it aside, their hand can no longer reach it.

Kidd quickly regained control of the ball, cursing under his breath. He was Jason Kidd, one of the league's top point guards, a player who could make ball-handling a spectacle. Yet, in the first half alone, he had been stripped of the ball twice.

Unable to steal the ball, Sather quickly spread his arms and retreated to block the attack.

His tackles are not desperate, risky tacks; he reserves his strength. If he can't get the ball, he immediately drops back to block, preventing the opponent from getting away from him.

Kidd executed a behind-the-back dribble, pushing off with his right foot to initiate the drive.

For him, these were all instinctive reactions.

But noticing Sather's movement, he immediately pulled back.

A ball-handling expert and a defensive specialist engaged in a subtle contest.

Kidd dribbles as he approaches the three-point line.

He had already taken a look at the situation on the field.

No chance.

The Nets are in high spirits today, determined to fight back from the brink of defeat.

The Magic, however, did not slack off; in fact, they were even more serious, united in their determination to lift the Eastern Conference championship trophy at the Nets' home court.

Kidd composed himself and decided to attack on his own.

Before the game started, Scott specifically pulled me aside and told me to attack more.

Forget about leading your teammates; they can't carry you anymore. Looking across the entire team, you're the only star player. If you don't give it your all, who will?

But when Kidd looked at Sather in front of him, he felt another wave of pain.

Who is this kid?
And what kind of magic does Tang Sen possess that allowed him to train such a defensive monster in just four months?

Their eyes met, and Sather suddenly looked down.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Kidd understood what Sasser meant.

This kid told me to just throw it!
At the start of the match, Sasse stayed close to the opponent, trying to defend himself through physical contact.

But he quickly adjusted his strategy, taking a step back to prevent himself from making a breakthrough.

They've become even more arrogant now.

What do you mean? Did you think I couldn't make a three-pointer?
Kidd blew the ball and pulled it out directly.

Who do you think you are? You'll regret letting me vote for you.

then……

There was a clang.

Kidd's expression froze.

The next moment, the "I knew it would be like this" expression on Sather's face made Kidd furious, and he wanted to curse.

He could sense that Sather was manipulating his emotions.

Kidd realized that this kid had maxed out his defensive skills.

His physical attributes are explosive; he is strong enough to withstand physical contact, has excellent lateral movement, and is quick to follow. In terms of the most basic defensive skills, he has reached a first-class level.

Then, they have good defensive habits, the ability to read their opponents, and the ability to quickly switch defensive strategies.

They have the ability to steal the ball, but they use it cautiously. Often, their goal isn't to steal the ball, but simply to suppress your momentum.

He even knows how to manipulate people's emotions.

They swear, use facial expressions and eyes to incite hatred, and know when to decisively commit a foul to disrupt your rhythm.

Kidd really felt like he was facing himself.

That's how I defend against my opponents.

Aside from lacking a bit of experience, Kidd felt that Sasser really didn't have any major weaknesses; he was just an excellent defender.

Magic offense.

McGrady held the ball to his side, slightly lowered his body, and pressed his shoulder down as if to pull the ball back. Then he immediately started moving and got past Van Horn in just one step.

His breakthroughs are no longer like before, where he kept his pace low and relied entirely on speed.

Instead, they often choose to use rhythm changes to freeze their opponents in place and then easily break through.

Actually, all these techniques are unnecessary; Van Horn is a defensive liability.

McGrady, who had rushed in, suddenly stopped and pulled up for a shot.

He was on fire, scoring 19 points by halftime.

Kidd was extremely anxious as he dealt with Sather's harassment.

He felt the Nets were doomed.

Of course, we're full of fighting spirit, but fighting spirit can't put food on the table.

The fast break is not working, and the offense is like constipation.

Their defense couldn't stop McGrady and Brown either.

And then there's myself, who's been completely locked down by Sasser, and so far I've only managed 7 points.

Scott was hoping to score 30 points before the game.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The point difference gradually increased from 11 points to 15 points.

By the middle of the fourth quarter, the point difference was approaching twenty points.

The fans in the stadium finally quieted down.

No one's even shouting "defense" anymore.

Scott stood on the sidelines, his expression blank.

He can accept defeat, but a 4-0 sweep?

He really didn't know the gap in strength between the Nets and the Magic could be so large.

The final whistle sounded.

103:88.

The Magic easily defeated the Nets by 15 points.

Successfully crowned Eastern Conference champion!

Rivers, arms raised, excitedly rushed onto the court and gave McGrady a big hug.

A jubilation.

Kidd stood with his hands on his hips in the center circle, looking dejected.

My mood was extremely bad.

They turned the Nets, a bottom-feeding team, into the second-best team in the Eastern Conference.

All the media outlets are praising his leadership skills, saying he is the most underrated point guard in the league, and even ranked second in the MVP list.

Kidd didn't want to get carried away, but after leading his team into the Eastern Conference Finals, he couldn't help but think, "We've already played so well, how big is the gap between us and the Magic or the Lakers?"

Kidd really thought that way before this series started.

He believes the Nets are truly capable of challenging the Lakers and could contend for the championship.

But after today's match, the dream ended.

Kidd then realized just how big the gap was between the Nets and truly strong teams.

Even if they manage to get past the Magic and reach the Finals, they'll likely be completely dominated and swept by the Lakers.

With that thought, Kidd felt relieved.

He walked over and hugged the Magicians.

"Kid, you're good."

When it was Sasser's turn, Kidd gave him a thumbs up and encouraged him, "Defend against Kobe and let the whole world know your name."

Sather grinned; he thought so too.

When they reached Billups, the two hugged, and Kidd suddenly asked, "By the way, Chauncey, how many points have you kept the score difference when you play against those kids?"

Billups paused for a moment, then said without hiding anything, "The best time was the week before last. We were down by 2 points, and we had a chance to win with a 3-pointer, but unfortunately the kid's arm strength was too weak, and he missed."

Kidd's eyes froze.

2 point?
Damn it!

My best margin of victory was 6 points. Just that one time.

Then, they generally hovered below 10 points.

"How did you do that?" Kidd asked incredulously.

"I don't know, I can't explain it."

Billups shook his head sincerely and said, "Anyway, I feel I'm improving very quickly, especially when Don is watching me play."

When Townsend was present, Billups felt that he had organized the team exceptionally well.

That was when we achieved our best point difference.

Tang Sen again?

Kidd frowned, suddenly having the idea of ​​going to Orlando to train with Townsend.

I feel a little unwilling to accept that we lost this year.

Kidd wants to practice some more.

For example, three points.

Kidd felt a bit resentful at the thought of Sasser letting him shoot three-pointers.

If I mastered a three-pointer, who would dare to play so recklessly?
"come on."

Kidd gave a final word of encouragement before turning and leaving.

Since Jordan retired, the Eastern Conference has declined year after year, completely relegated to a supporting role to the Western Conference.

If the Magic can defeat the Lakers and win the championship this year, it will be a great relief for the Eastern Conference.

Winning the Eastern Conference title is something to celebrate properly.

But for the Magic, the celebrations were over the moment they boarded the bus and left the arena.

In the car, Rivers clutched the Eastern Conference trophy and casually tossed it to Davis beside him.

The sudden movement startled Davis, turning his face pale.

He knew Rivers wanted to motivate the players, but he should have said so beforehand: this was, after all, an Eastern Conference championship, something they had fought hard for all season to achieve.

"Guys, one Eastern Conference title is not enough. I knew we could get it midway through the season."

Rivers spoke passionately, his gaze sweeping over each player, before declaring, "What I want is the championship trophy!"

"Gentlemen, our great journey is not yet over!"

“At the beginning of the season, nobody paid attention to us. If I had said back then that we were going to contend for the championship, the whole league would have laughed at me and thought I was crazy.”

"Even when we were ranked first in the East during the season, no one believed we could win the championship."

"But what now?"

Rivers retorted loudly, pointing to the trophy in Davis's hand, "We've put in so much effort, we've won the Eastern Conference title, and now, who dares to say we're still a joke?"

"And when we win the finals and truly claim the championship, great, gentlemen, we will be great!"

He raised his right fist and spoke in a seductive tone.

Everyone on the bus was fired up by what he said.

Brown and McGrady, sitting in the front row, exchanged a glance, and McGrady raised his fist.

Brown didn't hesitate and bumped fists with Brown.

"come on!"

"come on."

Brown's gaze was firm. On the whiteboard beside his bed, he had written down his goals two months in advance.

champion!
He then added the word "good luck" at the end.

It was as if he wanted to draw strength from his past self, six years ago.

……

The entire Magic team remained incredibly calm.

The media remained equally calm.

Many media outlets simply reported that the Magic won the Eastern Conference championship.

Something to be expected.

When the playoffs began, everyone knew that no one in the East could rival the Magic.

The Sentinel went even further, not even mentioning the Eastern Conference title, but instead using the headline "We are the champions" on its front page.

The Lakers-Kings series continues.

The fifth match was the Battle of Tianwang Mountain.

As if God favors equally thrilling scripts, with 11 seconds left, the score was 90-91, and another chance for a game-winning shot appeared.

This time, however, the opportunity was given to the king.

Bibby took the free throw, Webber set a screen, and Bibby, who had cut out, pulled up for the basket and made the 2-pointer.

They reversed the score.

The Lakers are once again on the brink of defeat.

But he gave the Lakers a full 8.2 seconds.

Tang Sen thought the Lakers were going to pull off a game-winning shot followed by a game-winning shot in return.

Unfortunately, the Lakers failed to capitalize on their opportunity, and Kobe missed his final shot, allowing the Kings to secure the crucial victory in Game 5.

Tang Sen watched the game at McGrady's mansion after finishing his recovery training.

No one expected this outcome.

"I feel like the referee is stealing the show a bit," Ewing muttered.

O'Neal only got one free throw in the entire game.

This is Shaquille O'Neal, an inside monster, it's unbelievable.

For this reason, O'Neal did not score a single point in the second and fourth quarters.

He fouled out early in the fourth quarter, having only played 32 minutes.

But he scored a total of 28 points, all in two quarters.

Given this situation, if the referees don't steal the spotlight, the Lakers should be able to win this game.

Grant, however, seemed unfazed, saying, "It's alright, the referee will definitely make amends in the next game."

"I have a strong feeling that they will have a Game 7, and then the Lakers will win. The league still wants the Lakers to win the championship."

If the Lakers win, it'll be a three-peat; what does it mean if the Kings win?
What good is winning a championship in that wretched place like Sacramento?

Tang Sen thought so too.

The Lakers have the ability, and the league wants to promote them, so it's highly likely that the Lakers will be the ones to emerge from the Western Conference.

Yao Ming's eyes widened in surprise. "Is that even possible?" he asked.

The league can actually manipulate who wins the championship?
Seeing Yao Ming's reaction of being shocked by the situation, and fearing that he might lose faith in the NBA, Grant quickly explained, "Yao, it's not as absolute as I'm saying."

"Sometimes, the league may have its own ideas for the sake of attention and ratings. But more often than not, when it comes to the Finals, it still comes down to the team's own strength."

"So I think most of the championships are still no problem."

most?
Yao Ming was taken aback again.

"Alright, Horace, just shut up and stop talking," Tang Sen said, both amused and exasperated.

The more you explain, the worse it gets.

However, there is one point in Grant's analysis that Tang Sen agrees with.

The referee stole the show in this game, but he'll probably make up for it in the next one, and then the two teams will have a best-of-seven series to boost the ratings.

Anyway, this is a good thing for magic.

I can rest for a few more days and get back into shape.

Thinking about this, Tang Sen hesitated, wondering whether he should go to Washington with Stoudemire.

The magicians made their final, crucial mistake.

However, Stoudemire's trial is equally important.

Just as Grant predicted, in Game 6 of the Western Conference Finals, the referees stole the show, and O'Neal scored a whopping 40 points, forcing the series into a Game 7.

The final match between the two teams will be played on June 2nd.

On this day, Tangsen had already arrived in Washington with Stoudemire.

Guo Yonglin also came, hoping to take the opportunity to see his wife and children.

The trial training will be held at 2:30 pm.

Jordan arrived at the arena shortly after noon.

"Nothing to think about."

When the management sat down to discuss the matter, Jordan immediately stated his position.

"Trust me, choose Amare. These guys are all about the same in terms of physical talent, but there's one thing: Amare trains with Tang."

"You can imagine all you want; he could be the next Kwame."

I made a mistake last year, but I definitely won't do it again this year.

For one reason only: anything produced by Tangsen is guaranteed to be of the highest quality!
(End of this chapter)