Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 223, I was careless.

Stevenson spent two disappointing years with the Jazz, was inexplicably traded to the Knicks, and then, before the start of the new season, when choosing his jersey number...

At that time, Leiden was already shouting about his grand plan.

His agent told him not to listen to Leiden's hype and never to choose the number 23 jersey.

But upon meeting Leighton, Stevenson decided to choose number 23 in just ten seconds.

Stevenson didn't know why he did it.

Anyway, he always felt like a raging bull, with anger forever hidden deep in his heart.

Could this anger stem from childhood?
For example, when he was 12 years old, he met his biological father for the first time at his grandmother Clara's house.

A man burst in and started arguing angrily with the grandmother.

Then, like a madman, he grabbed his grandmother's neck and strangled her until she stopped moving.

That angry, distorted face, like a nightmare, lingers in my mind.

Despite inheriting exceptional physical talent from this former football player, Stevenson still hated him.

I hate that he appeared out of nowhere, and I hate that he died in prison after only a year.

His appearance only made him the son of a murderer.

A young heart cannot bear all of this, and problems begin to accompany one constantly.

Cheating on the SAT exam made him look like a laughingstock, as if his fig leaf had been torn off.

Despite everyone advising him to try for another year and go to college, an angry Stevenson chose to go straight to the draft.

Even on draft night, Stevenson was embroiled in trouble, getting into a fight while participating in an event at Buchanan High School.

Even before he entered the NBA, he had already become a problem child.

Utah media mocked the Jazz for making the wrong choice, joking that they weren't even worthy of being compared to one of Jordan's fingers.

Jazz general manager Kevin O'Connor also harshly criticized himself.

Stevenson did not have a good time with the Jazz, and often could only wave a towel on the sidelines.

Two years of setbacks extinguished the former high school prodigy, and also made Stevenson realize that there was something wrong with him.

He wants to correct his mistakes and try to play better.

But when he was traded to New York, the mockery about his template was reopened like a bloody scar.

Anger flared up once again.

And this anger inexplicably reached its peak the moment he actually faced Jordan.

Stevenson just wanted to yell "Fuck it!" at everyone.

He never wanted to be Jordan; he only wanted to be DeShawn Stevenson.

He channeled all his anger into a three-pointer, which he sank right in front of Jordan.

But it's not enough.

Stevenson stood in front of Jordan again.

Twist your hips, open your arms, and use your arms to feel the changes in the other person's strength.

Tang Sen's instructions seemed to be right beside me.

For two months, Stevenson never slacked off, and there was not a single drop of effort in his training.

After losing weight and shedding excess fat, my calves are now incredibly muscular and powerful.

As soon as he sensed Jordan shifting his center of gravity, Stevenson moved in sync, blocking Jordan's path.

If you can block it once, you can block it a second time.

Jordan frowned as he looked at the number 23 in front of him, and he also wanted to shout "Fuck it!" in his heart.

How come some random guy who just pops out of a crack in the rock has the guts to challenge me?

But the heaviness in my legs constantly reminds me that I'm getting old.

Turn around and back off the opponent, then push forward with a post-up move.

Even without much movement, Jordan could feel the hard muscles in his back.

With a flick of his wrist, Jordan unleashed his signature turnaround jump shot.

With a whoosh, Stevenson jumped up like a spring.

Standing at 1.96 meters tall, he has a wingspan of 2.08 meters.

But it still couldn't be prevented.

The basketball goes hollow into the net.

Jordan glared fiercely at Stevenson, then turned and ran away.

Lots of people challenge me, who the hell do you think you are?

Stevenson followed without saying a word.

You can't defend against it, huh?
He reached out for the ball just past halfway.

The ball arrived, and the player was close to the three-point line.

Jordan was already coming up, but Stevenson seemed not to see him, stopping abruptly and pulling up for a shot.

During his high school years, he averaged 30.7 points per game, and he has three main characteristics.

Superhuman physical attributes, excellent defense, and outstanding three-point shooting ability.

At that moment, Stevenson's eyes were only on the basketball hoop.

Swish.

Right in front of Jordan, Stevenson once again threw the ball into the basket.

The scene was filled with exclamations of surprise.

"What's this kid's name?"

"I do not know!"

"Fuck, is he going to be scoring against Jordan?"

The audience stared in disbelief at this nobody.

Not only the spectators, but also the players from both teams on the sidelines and the reporters in the media area.

My heart is racing a little at this moment.

"Tang, what's wrong with DeShawn?" Tedsky asked, his expression shocked.

Without any warning, how could it suddenly erupt?

Tang Sen shrugged. "Who knows?"

Perhaps during their brief encounter, Jordan said something that provoked Stevenson.

For example, someone might be sarcastic and say something like, "You think you're worthy of being compared to me?"
Jordan is a well-known trash-talking king.

"But his three-pointers are pretty accurate," Tang Sen added.

Tang Sen didn't care about the grudges and rivalries on the field.

Tangsen only cares about the potential that players have to develop.

For example, Stevenson's ability to catch the ball and quickly shoot a three-pointer has a bit of Reggie Miller's style.

And defense.

On the court, Jordan came up to Stevens again.

You've already reflected on yourself twice, don't you have any shame?
So you're good at scoring, huh? You can throw three-pointers, huh?
Jordan's favorite thing was to dominate his opponent in their strongest areas.

But this kid is sticking too close.

Her legs were like springs, fast and sharp, truly possessing a quality of being as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit.

The key is this momentum.

It felt like I was risking my life.

A sudden stop requires a sudden burst of speed; pull back, dribble sideways, and take a step to create space.

At this moment, Jordan was forced to use all his skills, leaping up to shoot a three-pointer.

Damn it, it's too short!
As soon as he made the shot, Jordan cursed under his breath.

Last season, his three-point shooting percentage was less than 20%.

He's not that good at this.

Gasps of astonishment rose and fell from the stands.

Jordan was actually defended and missed the shot!

Stevenson, who had just landed, immediately darted away.

Jordan was a beat too slow; by the time his old legs turned around, Stevenson was already two meters away.

As Yao Ming, who had just grabbed the rebound under the basket, turned around, he saw Stevenson rushing out.

Long pass!

Stevenson caught the ball as fast as a charging cheetah, leaving Jordan far behind.

The only player in front of him was Larry Hughes, who quickly returned to defense.

Stevenson seemed not to see it, leaped up, tensed his body, and slammed the ball into the basket with a top-ten play-worthy tomahawk dunk over Larry Hughes.

His incredible physical abilities left many viewers speechless.

Jordan, who was following behind, stopped in his tracks, with only one thought in his mind.

Damn, I was careless!
What did I say in the locker room before the game?

Pointing at Hill, he prompted reporters to ask him if he dared to say he was the next him.

He even mentioned Kobe by name. And then what did he say next?

DeShawn? Who does he even deserve?
Without a doubt, my words will appear in the newspaper exactly as they were tomorrow.

Michael Jordan, once again, was humiliated by a rookie.

Jordan wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Why can't I control my mouth?

That's what happened with Brown last year.

It turns out he didn't learn his lesson. He had never heard of Stevenson, but this kid was training with Tang Sen.

How can you repeat the same mistake you've already made?

What's wrong with giving someone a few words of encouragement or saying a few nice things?
Jordan kept cursing under his breath.

Fortunately, Collins' timeout saved him.

Stevenson's outburst helped the Knicks close the gap to just 3 points.

The Knicks' bench went absolutely wild.

Fred Jones shook Stevenson and yelled that it was Michael Jordan.

Dude, you're awesome!
Stevenson, with a stern face, squeezed past the crowd to sit down and immediately covered his head with a towel.

Everyone looked at each other.

His reaction made it seem like he was the one who got beaten up.

Thibodeau ignored him; he saw hope of winning again and substituted Houston into the game.

Then he pulled everyone aside and urged each of them to hold on a little longer.

It's the last few minutes, hang in there, there's hope.

As a result, Houston missed two consecutive shots under the defense of substitute Hamilton.

Hill, however, showed no mercy.

With just a few baskets, the scales of victory tipped in the Wizards' favor once again.

The Knicks narrowly lost to the Wizards 93-87, a six-point difference.

Xibodu's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

Although the Wizards are no longer a bottom-feeder in the Eastern Conference, with a strong roster and a good record.

But Thibodeau still felt the Knicks were just one step away from victory.

This problem has existed in previous matches.

Yao Ming has a strong ability to score goals, but his huge size means that if he overexerts himself in the early stages, he will eventually become a little weak in the final moments.

Houston's ability to break through in crucial moments is also insufficient.

This season, the style of play has shifted to catch-and-shoot and off-ball play.

But in the final moments, the defense was so tight, there weren't many opportunities.

The remaining players.

Let's not even mention it before; it's completely just for show.

Things are a bit better now.

Occasionally, a player can step up, like Stevenson today.

But Thibodeau still felt it wasn't enough.

Everyone still needs to grow and become stronger.

He adjusted his mindset, turned around to greet Collins, shook hands with him, and congratulated him.

"Thank you, you guys are great too."

Collins smiled, though he was actually a little scared.

After watching the whole game, he knew that the Wizards' victory was hard-won.

There were times when the Knicks were very strong.

Some players stepped up.

What's even more frightening is that in the future, there may be more and more players like Stevenson stepping up.

Collins couldn't have imagined the Knicks back then.

Therefore, at the post-game press conference, Collins echoed Rivers and O'Brien, praising the Knicks' unlimited potential and saying they deserved the attention of all opponents.

However, he is not the main character today.

Michael Jordan had a dark expression the entire time he was substituted off the court.

As soon as the match ended, a reporter came to interview him, but he refused.

Back in the locker room, his gloomy expression sent chills down everyone's spine.

Only Hill was able to exchange a few words with Jordan and offer some advice.

Jordan then attended the post-game press conference.

Jordan sat down at the table, rolled his eyes, and gestured for them to come on.

I know what you want to ask, so go ahead and ask. If you get angry, then I'm just not capable.

However, to Jordan's surprise, the questions from the reporters in the audience were surprisingly mild.

The question asks for an evaluation of Yao Ming.

How would you evaluate your teammates' performance?

They did ask Stevenson, but they didn't mention what I had said in the locker room earlier.

The reporter simply asked how he would evaluate Stevenson's performance and what he expected from the young man.

Jordan was a little stunned, glancing incredulously at all the reporters.

Has he reformed?
Or is he hiding something bad somewhere, waiting for himself?

When he arrived, Jordan was mentally prepared to be beaten and stand at attention.

It's my own fault for being so quick-witted and not being able to control myself.

However, with last year's lessons still fresh in his mind, Jordan doesn't want Stevenson to become the next Brown, and then there will be all sorts of fancy ways of "thanking" him.

Just give someone a compliment.

Such an "outstanding" young person, what's wrong with me, as a senior, praising him a couple of times?

"He's excellent, physically strong, and has a great shot. You saw that dunk of his; it could be one of the top ten plays."

Jordan offered a few words of praise, then looked warily at the group of reporters.

Whether it was my imagination or not, Jordan actually saw a kind of...pity in the eyes of these reporters?

That look in his eyes seemed to convey the message, "Look, this old guy is so pitiful. He tried to show off but failed, and then he got slapped in the face by the young man."

Take pity on him and don't upset him.

When the reporter changed the subject and asked him how he would evaluate Stoudemire's performance, Jordan gave a definitive answer.

I wasn't wrong; that's exactly what these reporters were thinking.

They felt so pathetic that they couldn't bear to mock themselves.

Go to hell!

Jordan was about to explode.

Whom do you look down on? Whom do you pity?
……

The two-game tour has ended.

The team chose to return to New York overnight.

On the plane, Thibodeau specifically sought out Tang Sen.

He discussed something with Tang Sen, to see if they could spare more energy and focus their attention on developing the forward line.

"Jonathan is getting better and better, and he can already be a qualified starter, but Tang, we still have a lot of problems at the small forward position."

A large part of the reason for today's loss is that no one could stop Hill, allowing him to score 32 points.

After a moment's hesitation, Thibodeau said, "Don, isn't Ty Shawn performing better than Gerrard?"

Prince now comes on as a substitute.

In the bench, Thibodeau seems to know a little bit about everything and is much more mature than Gerrard.

"Tom, don't you think Ty Shore is more well-rounded?"

Tang Sen guessed what Thibodeau was thinking.

Thibodeau nodded slightly, considering starting Prince.

Tang Sen said, "Precisely because he is so well-rounded, he is actually not good at anything."

Princeton University players played for four years before being drafted.

Having played for four years, his skills are definitely more comprehensive than Wallace's.

But the more you seem to know everything, the less proficient you actually are.

Once you reach a higher level of league, all the skills you possess must be completely evolved.

Compared to Gerald Wallace, who had conflicts with the coaching staff and didn't seriously hone his skills in college, Townsend felt it would be easier to develop him in a targeted way.

It also allows for faster results.

Moreover, in terms of size, Prince is somewhat awkwardly misfit, while Wallace is a true standard small forward.

If Tang Sen had to choose one person to train comprehensively, he would prefer to choose him.

(End of this chapter)