Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 236 Water Dispenser? This is a real powerhouse!

That was definitely a Rodman-esque rebound.

In Fizer's view, Rodman on the court was like a North American gray wolf. He wasn't as tall as those big men in the paint, but he always had the heart to hunt his opponents.

He'll lurk out from the sidelines when you're not looking, and with his amazing leaping ability, he'll snatch the ball away from your head.

He no longer has springs in his legs; his two legs are springs themselves.

After landing, without pausing, they can immediately jump again and catch the ball in their arms.

Of course, there's one last step: passing the ball to Jordan.

And sometimes, when things got really heated, Jordan would grab rebounds without hesitation.

Harvey did not launch a second attack; after securing the ball, he tossed it to Kedrick Brown on the wing.

Brown didn't rush the attack; he paused for a moment and reorganized the offense.

Carlisle once summarized Princeton's style of play for everyone: "High post support, spread out on both wings, look for the backdoor."

Chandler voluntarily moved up to a higher position.

Jones looped out, and Brown had already passed the ball to him.

Jones no longer hesitated and pulled out his weapon.

Fizer immediately turned around and looked up at the basket.

But just then, I felt a release behind me, as if no one was there anymore.

Before I could think, the basketball hit the inside edge of the rim and bounced outwards, landing right in my direction.

Fezer instinctively wanted to jump.

Suddenly, a figure cut in from the left.

Harvey moved his feet and squeezed past him; he was even faster, leaping up in a flash.

Once again, they grabbed the offensive rebound.

Harvey landed and gripped the basketball tightly, his mind completely calm.

Navigating around obstacles, creating space with force, predicting the landing point, and timing the jump—these are all things he has been practicing diligently every day for the past few months.

It's as if it's become an instinct.

So it wasn't until this moment that Harvey realized he was ready.

He grabbed the backboard, jumped again, and slammed the ball into the basket.

I want to score points too.

Two offensive rebounds in one possession, even though the game had already entered garbage time, still attracted the attention of many fans.

Spike Lee, who was complaining about Sprewell to his companions, jumped up excitedly.

"Look, it's Donil Harvey!"

"God, his backboard, his backboard!"

Spike Lee was so excited that he blurted out whatever came to mind.

In the past ten days or so, his documentary has begun filming.

The main character in the first episode is Harvey.

Therefore, he knew very well how hard Harvey had worked, and he also knew that Harvey had been waiting for his opportunity.

He admired Harvey from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing him on the court now, using his best skills to help the team and prove that his months of hard work had paid off, Spike Lee's excitement is palpable.

In less than 5 minutes, the point difference reached 11 points.

"Donnell, you're amazing!" Chandler exclaimed.

With two consecutive offensive rebounds, Fizer was as slow as a polar bear in front of Harvey.

The key point is that Chandler really didn't know Harvey was such a good rebounder.

During daily training, with so many people around, he didn't pay much attention to Harvey, who was quietly training in a corner.

Harvey was calm and collected; he wasn't as arrogant as Rodman. He just smiled and ran away.

But deep down, Harvey couldn't contain his excitement.

My last appearance was last year.

Opportunities don't come easily, so you have to seize them.

Leading by 11 points was not enough to alarm the Bulls. Crawford simply slowed down the pace and made a simple pass. When the ball returned to his hands, he still chose to drive to the basket.

With a bang, Jones took the initiative to confront the opponent.

Then, he retreated lightly, took a step to the side, and blocked the breakthrough route again.

Crawford didn't give up, but Jones still managed to stop him.

Jones has a perfect grasp of physical confrontation, defensive distance, and anticipation.

With time running out, Crawford was forced to take a tough shot.

Still no progress.

Fizer tried to push past Xavi.

I weigh 112 kilograms, which is a lot bigger than this guy, but I still couldn't squeeze through it.

Harvey grabbed the rebound, and the Knicks immediately launched a transition offense.

Taking advantage of the Bulls' unstable positioning, Chandler provided cover while moving.

Brown shook off his defender and drove straight for the basket.

The ball is in Jones's hands.

Layden wanted to develop DeMar Johnson into the next Magic Johnson, but he preferred shooting to passing.

Jones, on the other hand, had already spotted Brown's movement and passed the ball to him.

The young men in the team who were chosen by Leiden are all physically gifted and have amazing athletic abilities.

Brown's speed was impressive, and he scored another 2 points with an alley-oop dunk.

The point difference has reached 9 points!
After the game restarted, these water boy staff actually scored a 6-0 run against the Bulls.

There are 4 minute and 33 seconds left in the game.

A 9-point deficit doesn't seem like a hopeless situation.

Having already given up, Carlisle, who was sitting in a chair, involuntarily stood up and stood on the sidelines.

Cartwright, on the other side, also came to the sidelines, pressing his hands down to signal for them to steady themselves.

Then he looked at Carlisle across from him, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Surely we can't just switch back to the main players?

He hesitated for a moment, and Corey Blunt missed a hook shot in the low post, giving the Knicks another chance.

Chandler sets a high screen, and Brown pulls up for a three-pointer.

Still no luck.

He hasn't had a chance to play for many days and is having trouble finding his rhythm.

It's still Harvey.

He burst out from the side, leaped into the air, his head almost level with the rim, and snatched the rebound over Fizer.

On the sidelines, Spike Lee excitedly raised his arms and shouted Harvey's name.

Harvey didn't attack; he turned around and passed the ball to Brown again.

It's as if it's saying, "Keep shooting, I'll take the rebounds."

This time Brown found his rhythm, faked a shot and drove past Roger Mason, then pulled up for a jump shot and made it.

The point difference has reached 7 points.

There are still more than 3 minutes left.

Cartwright couldn't help but call a pause.

After an 8-0 run, he felt that the players on the field were completely stunned.

Especially that number 34 on the other side, he had no idea who he was and had no recollection of him, yet he managed to grab three offensive rebounds in a row.

Even with her good temper, Cartwright couldn't help but snap at Fezer.

Fizer lowered his head, feeling extremely frustrated. He also wanted to know how Harvey had done it.

Cartwright was too lazy to scold them further and simply brought the main players back.

Half a quarter later, with a 16-point deficit, he couldn't afford to lose face if they were to reverse the score.

The players enter the field.

Surprisingly, the Knicks did not make any substitutions.

The key players were still sitting on the sidelines.

Carlisle stood there, hands on his hips, looking proud.

It's as if it's saying, "Come on, I can beat you even if I'm just watching the water dispenser."

The Knicks fans in the stands understood and erupted in huge cheers.

"Harvey!"

Spike Lee was the most excited, leading the fans around him in chanting Xavi's name.

Then more and more people joined.

In just a moment, amidst the battle anthem "Let's Go Knicks!", the entire arena erupted in a deafening roar, echoing Harvey's name.

Harvey couldn't help but glance towards the stands.

Watching the audience waving their arms wildly, I felt my blood boil.

Finally, he was no longer just a passerby in the Knicks; through his hard work, he made everyone remember his name.

But that wasn't enough. Jay Williams accelerated past Demar Johnson and hit a pull-up jumper.

“Demar, I’ll guard him,” Jones said, pointing at Williams.

This guy is too fast. He's the same height as DeMar Johnson, a power forward, so it's a huge disadvantage to defend him.

Knicks on offense, DeMar Johnson sets a screen, Chandler sets a screen.

A classic double screen; during the timeout, Carlisle hastily pulled out Popovich's move.

Brown got the chance in the corner and took an open three-pointer.

With a swift stroke, the knife fell; there it was.

Only 6 points left.

Cartwright was getting impatient, waving his hands to signal for a more ferocious attack.

Carlisle stood there proudly.

Even if these water dispensers lost the game, he was still proud of them.

Jalen Rose backed down Calderic Brown, trying to push him back, but couldn't budge him at all.

He feinted a shot, then turned and jumped to shoot.

Brown didn't falter and leaped to block.

Rose knew the ball was too short the moment he released it.

Sure enough, with a loud crash, the basket slammed open.

He cursed inwardly.

What's going on with these guys?
They're supposed to be watching the water dispenser, but they're all so fierce.

The opportunity has come to the Knicks again.

DeMar Johnson took the shot after setting a screen.

They're the same length now.

The ball was fired rather far to the outside.

Just as Donyell Marshall was about to move, he discovered that Harvey had already appeared at the point where the basketball would land.

The prediction was correct.

Harvey leaped with all his might and grabbed another offensive rebound.

"Harvey!"

The stands were practically boiling over.

Spike Lee immediately made a gesture of submission.

In just a few minutes, Harvey had already grabbed four offensive rebounds.

Chandler received the pass, facing Eddie Curry, his former direct rival, leaned in, turned to the baseline, and delivered a solid hook shot.

He's following in Kwame Brown's footsteps, and his low-post hook shot is already quite impressive.

Goal! The score is now 4 points.

He rushed over excitedly, yelling and bumping chests with Harvey in celebration.

A 15-point deficit, narrowed to just 4 points – it's nothing short of a miracle.

The bulls were completely panicked.

Jay Williams tried to shake his arm repeatedly, but couldn't get past Jones.

At this moment, Jones was just like Sasser himself, his steps light and his movements like the wind, every move full of explosive power.

In the end, Jones forced him into making a scrambled pass.

DeMar Johnson, with his height and long arms, reached out and poked.

Steal.

The group of people rushed out in a flash.

They were all in their early twenties, players with explosive athleticism, and their impact gave Cartwright a chill down his spine.

With 1 minute and 14 seconds remaining, the point difference reached 2 points.

The entire city of Madison was in an uproar.

It's been a very, very long time since we've had such a thrilling comeback and reversal.

On the sidelines, Tang Sen immediately looked toward Carlisle.

Why aren't you changing your starting lineup?
If we bring in our starters at this point, given Yao Ming's strong inside game, we'll likely win this game.

But Carlisle just didn't change.

He stood there, proud as a flag.

It's as if they believe these benchwarmers on the field can win the game.

He made the right bet.

The players on the field did not disappoint him.

Rose managed to shake off the defender, but his jump shot missed.

Amidst the chaos under the basket, Harvey once again charged out, his fingers outstretched, and snatched the ball from Eddie Curry's hands.

He had just landed when he leaped up again like a spring.

Among his arms, his fingers, wrapped in tape, stood out prominently, and he once again beat them to the punch, flicking the ball away.

Jones grabbed the ball, and Crawford instinctively rushed over, trying to hug Jones.

Then it suddenly dawned on me that our side was in the lead.

His hesitation allowed Jones to dribble past him.

Only Williams quickly returned to defense.

But with Jones leading the charge, there's a high probability he can score a layup and secure 2 points.

But he didn't.

Approaching the three-point line, he made a sudden stop, pulled up the paddle, and shot.

I'll take 2 points or 3 points.

If you're not impulsive and arrogant, then you can hardly call yourself a young person.

The moment Jones jumped, nothing else mattered to him.

In a corner where no one was watching, he shot the ball again and again.

I've been working hard myself!
With a determined look in his eyes, he shot the basketball.

With a whoosh, the basketball plunged into the basket.

With 37 seconds left in the game, the Knicks miraculously turned the tide and won.

Carlisle, who had been motionless, finally moved, raising his arms high, like a scene from a world-famous painting.

Cartwright called one last timeout.

His gaze swept over the players walking off the field, and he saw panic on their faces.

Not to mention them, Cartwright herself was panicking.

He had no idea where these players came from, yet they played so well.

That's Harvey.

He remembered Harvey's name; the whole stadium was chanting it, it was hard not to remember.

Watching him dribble away the basketball amidst a sea of ​​opponents, Cartwright had a strange feeling that Rodman was on the court.

Having played for the Bulls myself, I know Rodman all too well.

There is still time.

But the Bulls' confidence has been shattered.

Inside the locker room, Sprewell could already hear the cheers outside that seemed to make the entire arena tremble.

He called over a staff member accompanying the team to check what was going on.

They're still so happy even though they lost.

"We've been overtaken?"

Sprewell was completely stunned.

When I was ejected from the game, we were leading by a full 16 points, I think.

In less than half a quarter, the score difference was 16 points, and the opponent actually crushed them and reversed the situation. What a joke!

"Did the Knicks bring in their starters?" Trenton Hassell asked blankly from the side.

A staff member said with a wry smile, "We brought back our starters first, while the Knicks kept playing their bench players, and as a result, we still got overtaken."

He was also bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened.

Just then, a huge cheer erupted outside.

Without a doubt, the Knicks will win.

"Damn it, are they pigs?"

Sprewell lost his temper and started cursing.

My own battle for revenge!

He scored 43 points with all his might and gave the Knicks a good dressing down.

The results of it.

My teammates ruined it.

A group of key players can't even beat a group of substitutes, have you no shame?

(End of this chapter)