Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 193 A man should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation.

"Fake!"

Tedsky let out a soft exclamation and quickly stood up to applaud.

Tang Sen is one of them.

The players on the field were even more excited.

Allan Houston came up to Yao Ming and gave him a thumbs up with a look of surprise.

Garnett grabbed Yao Ming's right hand, which had just thrown the skyhook, and examined it closely, as if trying to see what kind of magic that hand possessed that allowed it to replicate such a spectacular move.

This is the Skyhook!

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the all-time leading scorer with 38387 points, a 19-time All-Star, and a dominant center for 20 years.

Six-time regular season MVP, known as a trophy harvester.

At 38 years old, he still averaged 30.2 points, 11.3 rebounds, and 6.5 assists per game, sweeping opponents to win the Finals MVP. He proved with his actions that age is just a number to him, and skill and willpower are his eternal weapons.

He bestowed upon this extraordinary skill the highest honor through his greatness.

The moment he raised his arm at the Atlantic Forum and hooked the basketball, the Lakers fans in the stands all shared the same thought: this shot will go in!

Therefore, when Yao Ming actually replicated this skill in a real game, the shock it brought was absolutely astonishing.

"Yao, come on! One more!"

Carter shouted excitedly.

Sather hurriedly signaled to inbound the ball, and Brown from Team B took the initiative to ask for the ball. Then, in the low post, he imitated Yao Ming by standing up on one leg and hooking the ball.

The same action.

When he was practicing his skyhook intensively before, his form was quite impressive.

But his accuracy was terrible.

The basketball flew over Yao Ming's fingertips without a sound, sliding straight past the rim and missing the target entirely.

"too difficult."

Brown looked helpless; only those who had actually practiced it knew how difficult this move was.

Team A is on offense, and Kobe immediately lobs the ball into the paint.

Everyone spread out to the left of the basket, about 10 feet away. Yao Ming blew the ball, leaned back and started moving, feinted slightly towards the baseline, then immediately pulled back halfway and jumped to shoot.

Brown is very experienced on defense, he didn't fall for the fake, and he also anticipated that Yao Ming would shoot with his right hand.

However, there is a detail here: when Yao Ming reset his footwork by breaking the ball, he took a step outward with his left foot, so when he half-turned, he actively moved away from Brown and created space.

These details were adjusted by Tang Sen for Yao Ming last month.

The goal was to allow him to make some footwork changes before he could unleash his skyhook.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar had an incredible jumping ability and an exceptionally long wingspan, making his skyhook virtually unstoppable.

But he is also agile, like a larger version of Hakeem Olajuwon.

Before he releases his skyhook, he will use his agility to make some feints and turn around, making it more difficult for the defender to interfere.

Tang Sen hopes Yao Ming can do the same, since he is practicing low-post footwork.

However, as the steps become more varied, the difficulty increases exponentially.

The more movements you make, the less force you exert, and the less stable you become.

With a clang, the basketball hit the frame and came out.

Yao Ming shook his head at the crowd with a helpless expression and joked, "Don't look at me, it must have been an accident just now."

But others don't think so.

"Yao, you haven't even made it to the NBA yet," Garnett reminded him.

If someone develops a skyhook before even making it to the NBA, that would be incredible.

The game continues.

In the end, Team B won easily.

They are essentially an upgraded version of the Magic's championship-winning roster.

Tedeschi on the sidelines looked very excited.

He clearly saw the progress of everyone, especially the four core trainees, including Kobe, whose progress was very obvious.

The training camp had only been open for a month.

"Tang, now I understand why the Magic were able to win the championship," he remarked.

The Magic's championship win was a miracle in the eyes of all teams.

In the world of trainers, when you see Tang Sen transform an unknown player like Sather into a defensive specialist and Kobe Bryant killer in just four months, it's truly remarkable.

That was even more shocking than developing Brown into a top center in just one season.

Now, Tedsky has seen this ability firsthand.

"You're truly incredible when it comes to training," Tederski said, sparing no praise.

Tang Sen stood up.

Tang Sen was satisfied with the results of the training match.

Except for Carter, everyone else met expectations.

"Fred, calm down, this is just the beginning."

Tang Sen told James to pack up.

The first month of training has come to a perfect end.

In Tang Sen's plan, the first month was for getting started, letting Kobe and the others train their bodies and build a foundation.

The following month, August, will be a crucial time for Tang Sen to focus on improving their skills.

In the final month, Tang Sen needed to give them a summary.

Let them adapt to the changes in their bodies and the improvement in their skills, achieve the best match in all aspects, and then happily start the new season.

However, for Yao Ming, he only has one month left.

The World Championships will start at the end of August, and he will be unable to miss them.

It was a rare treat, so Tang Sen gave everyone a day off to rest.

Like Kobe, he could go home and spend quality time with his family.

Meanwhile, Yao Ming and his friends can enjoy their vacation on the beautiful beaches of Huntington Beach.

Meanwhile, today is still August 1st.

It was that time of year again when Tang Sen would be drawing badges.

After returning to the hotel, Tang Sen silently prayed for a while before choosing to draw a prize.

bingo.

The air force's air force rate has dropped sharply this year.

But the silvery glint that followed left Tang Sen slightly annoyed.

[Congratulations on obtaining the Silver Badge: Oh no, I need to use my brain!]

My brain is itchy, really itchy.

[In technical training, your students will receive a 20% bonus to their comprehension.]

What a great badge!

Tang Sen's eyes lit up.

It's not just because, like "Bring Your Brain," it's a badge designed for technical training.

Most importantly, this badge has a group effect.

Badges that work on a group are far more valuable than badges that work on an individual.

This month I'm focused on improving my skills, so this badge came at just the right time. I can train with Kobe and the other three of us.

After a day of relaxation, training continues.

A few days later, Tang Sen unexpectedly received a phone call.

From Duffy.

He acted as an intermediary, telling Tang Sen that Wang Fei, the head coach of the Chinese men's basketball team, wanted to come to the United States to observe Yao Ming's training.

Ask Tang Sen if it's convenient for him.

Because Tang Sen's training camp is closed and not open to the public.

Reporters staked out the training camp every day to take photos, but Tang Sen never disclosed the specific training content to the public.

After a moment's thought, Tang Sen agreed.

However, this is limited to meeting Yao Ming; how he conducts his assessment is his own business.

Tang Sen will not disclose the training content and process at the training camp to him.

Don't repeat the same tactics used by the Eastern team last year.

Knowledge is paid; if you want to learn, you have to pay.

Far away in Türkiye.

Wang Fei was packing his luggage at the hotel where the men's basketball team was staying.

At the end of July, the men's basketball team was invited to Türkiye to participate in the Eight Nations Men's Basketball Invitational Tournament.

In this round of warm-up games, as previously agreed with Yao Ming, Wang Fei faced great pressure and did not call up Yao Ming, but instead chose to bring young center Xue Yuyang.

The result was, naturally, a crushing defeat. Although he was mentally prepared for this, the team's performance still deeply worried Wang Fei.

So he made a last-minute decision not to return to China, but to fly directly from Türkiye to the United States.

He wanted to see Yao Ming's training results with his own eyes.

They said they found the best trainer, but he's across the ocean, thousands of miles away, and has been in closed training. Who can know how far Yao Ming has progressed in his training?

He wouldn't be sure unless he saw it with his own eyes.

"Old Zhang, while I'm gone for a few days, you have to keep a close eye on them when you get back. Don't let your guard down. We're under a lot of pressure to achieve our goals this year."

Wang Fei reminded his teaching assistant, Zhang Degui.

Invitational tournaments are one thing, but this year we have the World Championships and the Asian Games, and we're counting on getting good results from both.

Zhang Degui nodded and then asked, "Old Wang, are you really going?"

Team leader Kuang Lubin also said, "Yes, we're going to America in half a month. There's no point in you going now."

The team will return home tomorrow for a week of rest before heading to the World Championships on the 13th of this month.

First, go to Canada to play a warm-up match against the Canadian national team, then go to Denver to meet up with Battier there for the final training camp preparations.

"Do not."

Wang Fei shook his head, his attitude resolute. He said the same thing: he wouldn't feel at ease unless he saw it with his own eyes.

That same day, Wang Fei packed his luggage and boarded a plane bound for Los Angeles.

The local consulate in Los Angeles sent a staff member named Zhu Guishen to pick him up.

After arriving in the city center and checking into the hotel, Wang Fei did not rush upstairs.

"I'm waiting for someone."

He smiled and went to the coffee shop in the lobby to wait patiently.

Soon, a tall, gray-haired old man appeared, and Wang Fei immediately stood up and excitedly went to greet him.

"Sir, we meet again."

Wang Fei hugged the other person.

The old man's name was Tellem Murphy.

In 2000, while recovering from an injury, Wang Fei came to the United States to study further through the matchmaking efforts of Nike.

At that time, he studied and observed at Dallas SMU University for a long time. There was an old center coach on the team, who is the one in front of me, Tellum Murphy.

During this time, Murphy provided him with meticulous guidance, which was of great help to him.

During this trip, Wang Fei learned that Murphy was on vacation in California, so he specially invited him to meet.

The two sat down and chatted for a while before Wang Fei asked, "Mr. Murphy, have you heard of Tang Sen? He's a trainer for the Orlando Magic."

Domestic media have reported on Tang Sen, but they described him as the Magic's trainer.

“How could I not know?” Murphy said immediately, then asked Wang Fei why he was asking about Tang Sen.

Wang Fei said, "I have a player who is currently training with him; he's this year's number one draft pick. I came here to assess the effectiveness of Yao Ming's training."

"So I want to ask you, what is his skill level, how good is he really?"

Domestic media have reported on Tang Sen, saying that Tang Sen is very capable.

But you have to see it to believe it.

Or rather, only the recognition of a renowned trainer or coach like Murphy can truly measure Tang Sen's skill level.

The media will then stir things up and join in the fun.

"What makes me famous!"

Murphy quickly waved his hand in denial, saying that he was just a trainer who had been working in the NCAA, and that he was just a bit older and more experienced.

Famous? Not really.

“Wang.” Murphy thought for a moment and said, “Let me give you an example. The difference between me and Tang is probably the difference between an average NCAA college student and Jordan.”

"That's right, that's how big the difference is."

He nodded.

My skill level isn't even at the NBA level, so there's no way I'd try to compete with Tang Sen, who's a T0-level player.

"Look at Kwame Brown. Even though he was the number one draft pick, he became the best center in the league in just one season. Honestly, I don't know how Tang did it."

Murphy was incredulous.

Trainers work behind the scenes and rarely become famous.

Grover, the only one, became widely known because of his connection with Jordan.

Tang Sen, in just one year, became a nationally renowned trainer.

Especially in the field of basketball, Tang Sen's achievements have shocked all professionals.

Wang Fei glanced sideways: "Is there really such a big difference?"

He knew Murphy well; he was pragmatic and didn't boast.

“Mr. Murphy, I understand.”

Wang Fei nodded. He was now really looking forward to seeing how much Yao Ming would improve under Tang Sen's training.

The next day, Wang Fei took a car to Huntington Beach.

"coach."

In the hotel lobby, Yao Ming spotted Wang Fei at a glance and excitedly got up to greet him.

For Yao Ming, Wang Fei can definitely be considered his mentor.

In 98, he entered the national team for the first time. During that time, Wang Fei patiently guided and trained him.

Although he was eventually eliminated by the national team, Wang Fei specifically told him before he left that the reason he was eliminated was not because he was not good enough, but simply because the national team's tactics at the time were not suitable for him.

Wang Fei also urged him to continue his efforts after returning home.

It was this experience of elimination that inspired Yao Ming, leading him to return to the national team the following year and make a name for himself at the Sydney Olympics.

Wang Fei released Yao Ming, looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction and relief: "Not bad, you've gotten stronger, really stronger."

When he hugged Yao Ming just now, he could feel the solidity and strength of Yao Ming's body.

"Looks like you've been quite busy in America these past few days."

I started training with Tang Sen in May, and it's been about three months now.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

Wang Fei didn't have time to say much to Yao Ming; instead, he shook hands and greeted Tang Sen next to him.

"welcome."

Tang Sen spoke politely with a smile.

After chatting for a while, I left the two of them alone and took my leave.

Wang Fei frowned slightly, sensing a sense of estrangement and unfamiliarity from Tang Sen.

But I didn't think much of it, since we weren't familiar with each other.

I just feel a little regretful.

After hearing Murphy praise Tang Sen like that yesterday, he really wanted a chance to talk to Tang Sen more and exchange ideas.

However, right now, Wang Fei is more concerned about Yao Ming.

The two sat down in the rest area and chatted for almost half an hour.

Ask Yao Ming if he adapted well abroad, and what problems and difficulties he encountered.

Only at the very end did Wang Fei ask, "Yao Ming, do you feel you've gained a lot in these three months?"

Yao Ming nodded almost without hesitation and said, "Of course, I've gained a lot. It feels like I've wasted more than ten years of basketball playing."

For the past three months, I've mainly focused on physical training, but I've also practiced my skills, not to mention the skyhook and dream footwork.

Yao Ming felt he had improved a lot and the training was very effective.

"Oh, is it that exaggerated? I'll have to take a good look at it later."

Wang Fei smiled.

He and Yao Ming had agreed to go to the training facility later to see firsthand the results of Yao Ming's training.

Inside the training hall.

Wang Fei stood on the sidelines, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Kwame Brown, who was slowly warming up, but his attention was still on the court.

Yao Ming is showcasing his skills.

He moved around inside and outside the restricted area, sometimes shooting, sometimes attacking the basket, using various methods to complete the offense.

He even showed off his dribbling skills, using a dribble drive followed by a 360-degree spin to complete a one-handed dunk.

Wang Fei's gaze was fixed on it.

The current Yao Ming truly gives me the feeling that he has changed dramatically in just a few days.

He clearly and intuitively saw Yao Ming's agility.

But along with flexibility, there is also a sense of power.

You can see Yao Ming gripping the basketball, his arm muscles clearly visible, and with a fierce, tiger-like momentum, he slams the ball into the basket.

This combination of agility and strength is a world apart from Yao Ming's performance before he went abroad.

(End of this chapter)