Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 272 Michael Donkey

Cheers erupted from the center of the water villas.

Brown walked over.

He was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Brown played a full 45 minutes in this game.

They only had a one-minute break in the second half.

He hugged Yao Ming and said proudly, "Yao, I told you, we would definitely win this game."

As the eldest disciple, I have to keep my word.

Yao Ming was also tired; he had played for 40 minutes.

He scored 42 points, averaging one point per minute.

Facing Brown, Yao Ming's smile was somewhat bitter, but he still said with some resentment, "It's okay, it's our turn next game."

Brown shrugged and said it wasn't that easy.

He knew Yao Ming was difficult to deal with and impossible to defend, but he also had his own advantages; it wouldn't be easy for Yao Ming to defend against him either.

The two teams returned to the starting line.

The Knicks did not linger in Orlando and returned to New York overnight on a chartered plane.

On the plane, the players took the opportunity to rest.

But the uniformed staff didn't get a break.

Carlisle pulled Thibodeau and others aside to watch the game video, summarize the problems, and discuss the tactical arrangements for the next game.

Tang Sen watched as Guo Yonglin finished massaging the players, then came over to listen for a few minutes.

Thibodeau gritted his teeth and said, "I think we played too cleanly."

Tang Sen raised an eyebrow.

Carlisle immediately crossed his arms, his expression serious.

No one spoke, but everyone understood what Sibodu meant.

Leaving aside today's match, even the previous one was a very pure and clean game.

Neither team even put much effort into double-teaming the other's key players.

But sometimes, to win, you can be a little dirty.

For example, the Bad Boys back in the day.

Tangsen looked at Carlisle.

It's normal for Thibodeau to have such thoughts when he has no good ideas.

But the key is still Carlisle.

Carlisle pursed his lips, his gaze conflicted, and after a long while shook his head: "No, this is not a good idea."

He didn't know how dirty Thibodeau meant by wanting to play dirty.

But in Carlyle's view, this thing is equivalent.

If you can cripple the opponent's core, the opponent can cripple yours as well.

If you'll stop at nothing, why can't your opponent?

He always felt that this thing was like Pandora's box; once opened, no one knew what the consequences would be.

Seeing Carlisle's stance, Tang Sen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Both teams, from the Magic to the Knicks, were trained by him personally, so Tang Sen really felt a bit like he was training both of them.

Tang Sen couldn't accept the idea of ​​fighting to the point of crippling his opponent.

Carlisle sighed and remarked, "Alan's scoring ability is still lacking."

After two games, Carlisle realized that Brown couldn't stop Yao Ming, but Yao Ming also had a hard time completely stopping him.

In terms of scoring efficiency, Yao Ming might be a little better, but not by much.

That is, the difference is 40 points for one and 30 points for the other.

But the gap between Houston and McGrady is huge.

Houston is undoubtedly a star player, but McGrady is a superstar.

This year marks Houston's tenth year in the professional league, but it was only last year that his average points per game surpassed 20, reaching 20.4.

But McGrady, he can compete for the scoring title.

Houston's career-high score was only 44 points, while McGrady could score 50 points without much effort.

Not to mention the difference in playing style.

Houston's one-on-one ball-handling ability is not on the same level as McGrady's.

In a one-on-one situation, Sasser could defend Houston, but Wallace just couldn't stop McGrady.

It was this disparity that led to the Knicks losing the second game.

As he spoke, he looked at Tang Sen again.

McGrady became so unstoppable thanks in no small part to Townsend's help.

Tang Sen ignored him and said, "Rick, get some rest. Let's play a few games first. Like you thought, this is a series. If the Magic keep using their starters like this, our chances of winning will increase as the series progresses."

This isn't the Nets, who can sweep 4-0.

This is the defending champion, the Magic who defeated the Lakers' OK combination.

Just play seven games.

Someone like McGrady Brown, who plays 45 minutes at a time, definitely wouldn't last until Game 7.

Rivers doesn't want to use substitutes, but if it comes down to the later games, he'll have to use them even if he doesn't want to.

Carlisle nodded and told everyone to go and rest.

He was still awake, wearing headphones as he continued watching the video and thinking about how to deal with it.

Carlisle was truly exceptional in terms of diligence.

Tang Sen returned to his seat, covered himself with a blanket, and prepared to rest.

Actually, no matter how far the fight goes, Tang Sen felt it was already very good.

After all, the initial plan was a three-step process, aiming to win the championship over three seasons.

Reaching the Eastern Conference Finals in their first season is already quite surprising.

A large part of the reason is that Yao Ming is mature enough.

The remaining role players have developed their physiques, improved their defense, and honed some offensive skills, but they are still not well-rounded enough.

They are like Kwame Brown, who just mastered the hook shot two years ago; there is still a long way to go before Brown is proficient in all kinds of center skills.

Tang Sen felt that giving them another season to mature and develop their skills would lead to better performances.

Of course, if we actually win the championship, that would be an absolute surprise.

On the evening of his return to New York, Tang Sen unexpectedly received a phone call.

In a highly private nightclub in Manhattan, Tang Sen was led into a private room.

The room was filled with smoke. Through the smoke, a bald-headed man was embracing a blonde, blue-eyed beauty, enjoying himself immensely.

Tang Sen fanned his smoke and said, "Michael, to be honest, even if you retire, you should still be careful and smoke fewer cigars."

It's Jordan.

Jordan immediately stood up and hugged Tang Sen with a smile.

Then she pulled Tang Sen to sit down, pointed to the beautiful woman next to her, and asked Tang Sen if he wanted to relax for a while before talking business.

"Never mind, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Tang Sen waved his hand in refusal.

Jordan immediately waved for the woman to leave, and casually put out his cigar.

With only the two of them left, Jordan said, "Tang, have you seen the news? It's about me and the Wizards."

Tang Sen shook his head and asked him what was wrong.

I was so busy with team work that I didn't really notice.

A flash of anger crossed Jordan's face as he said in a deep voice, "That bastard Abby Paulin tricked me. Damn it, he went back on his word. He promised to sell me the shares, but now he's not selling them to me."

"That damn old bastard, he freeloaded me for two years, made so much money, and then kicked me out of the Wizards."

Tang Sen's eyes widened.

real or fake.

I haven't heard much media coverage of it either.

The basketball god, Michael Jordan, was actually made a fool of. What big news!

Jordan chose to return to the Wizards not only because he was itching to play, but also to encourage the American public, and partly because Pollin promised him a larger stake in the team.

In order to make a comeback, he even sold his original shares.

The Wizards are definitely using you and then discarding you.

Tang Sen looked Jordan up and down and couldn't help but ask him if he hadn't signed any agreement back then.

"No."

Jordan shook his head with a dark expression, realizing he had been mistaken in trusting Pauline.

After saying that, seeing Tang Sen looking at him like he was a stupid donkey, Jordan waved his hand irritably and said, "Tang, I made a huge mistake. We're friends, so don't laugh at me."

Tang Sen nodded, both amused and exasperated, still finding it unbelievable.

It's unbelievable that even Jordan could be fooled.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Sen asked, "Michael, what do you want from me?"

Surely he wouldn't come all this way just to vent his frustrations, since his relationship with Jordan isn't that good.

Jordan poured Tang Sen a drink, instinctively thought of lighting a cigar, then put it down and said, "Tang, you should know that the league promised Charlotte an NBA team, right?"

Tang Sen nodded.

Of course I know that.

Last year, the Charlotte Hornets moved to New Orleans.

At the time, the league promised Charlotte that they would be given another team spot.

Preparations for this project began at the end of last year.

There were three conglomerates competing for it.

Tang Sen also remembered Larry Bird, who, along with Boston tycoon Steven Belkin, gathered a group of people and formed a consortium.

But he ultimately lost to Robert Johnson, the founder of Black Entertainment Television.

Robert Johnson was the first African American billionaire.

In 01, he sold the television station for $30 billion, cashing out $14 billion.

He's certainly not as good as Paul Allen, but he's still quite good.

Anyway, he's richer than the Spurs' owner.

Most importantly, he was a Black man.

Tang Sen had read the New York Times report, which said that he had some connections in Washington, and that a black politician who was running for president had helped him make a call to the coalition.

The chairman of the NBA Expansion Committee, who is also the owner of the Suns, Colangelo Sr., also campaigned for him.

Considering that the league is mostly comprised of Black players, he ultimately emerged victorious in the January vote.

According to the league's announced plan, Charlotte, the new team, will officially join the league in the 04-05 season.

But what does that have to do with you, Jordan?

Jordan said, "Robert and I have a very good relationship. He contacted me during his campaign, wanting me to join his team."

“But that damned Paulin, he swayed me with such a small share, that despicable old bastard, I really want to kill him.”

Jordan launched into another tirade of curses.

Tang Sen gestured for him to get to the point quickly.

Jordan said, "Right now, Robert has been inviting me to join Charlotte's management team, and he's willing to sell me a stake."

"But I was already out of interest. I've had enough of these bastards' nonsense. Even if I were to buy, I would only buy the entire team."

"Although this matter has been finalized, everything can be reversed."

Anger gleamed in Jordan's eyes.

If Bolin went back on his word about what he had agreed to, then why couldn't he go back on this one?

"So?" Tang Sen continued to ask.

It feels like Jordan hasn't gotten to the main point yet.

Jordan said, "Don, I have a plan. I want to use your influence, and then we can team up and buy this team."

"I'll be in charge of team operations, and you'll be in charge of training the players. We'll be the perfect team."

Tang Sen hurriedly waved his hand, interrupting Jordan.

"Michael, what do you mean by my influence?"

Tang Sen is well aware of his influence.

Jordan casually hooked his arm around Tang Sen's shoulder and said, "Tang, I've heard that David needs your help to implement a plan that all the team owners in the league have agreed to."

"I also heard that, in return for your success, they promised you the opportunity to become the team owner in the future."

"Tang, don't listen to their nonsense. Their promises are bullshit. Just look at what happened to me, and you'll understand."

"So even if you want a reward, it has to be something you get immediately."

"Tang, you can use this to your advantage and get the two of us involved in Charlotte's military expansion plan."

"Use your abilities, use my influence, and believe me, we will succeed in North Carolina."

At this point, Tang Sen understood.

The problem is, Jordan had no idea that he was already prepared to reject David Stern.

(End of this chapter)