Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 436 The Road to Heaven
In the studio, it took Barkley a full ten seconds to come to his senses.

"Tang, do you mean we should start training a player when he's a teenager and train him for several years?"

Seeing Tang Sen nod, Barkley immediately gasped, deeply shocked.

With Tang Sen's training level, even a star player could make huge progress after training with him for three months in the summer.

In just six months, Howard transformed from a rookie who knew nothing and could only dunk under the basket into a super center with all-around inside skills.

There's also Yao Ming, and Kwame Brown.

There are several such examples.

Now, if we follow Tang Sen's suggestion, the minimum age limit for a player is 15 years old, starting from the beginning of high school.

For four whole years, from the time he turned 19 and entered the draft, he trained with Tang Sen...

Barkley's eyes widened. How amazing would a player like that be if he entered the NBA?

No wonder Tang Sen said he wanted to help him become the best basketball player on the planet.

If we were to actually do that, it wouldn't be just bragging.

"Tang, why did you suddenly think of doing this?"

Kenny Smith, standing nearby, asked eagerly, then followed up, "So you're not going to hold your million-dollar training camp this summer?"

If we follow Tang Sen's advice and train this player wholeheartedly, then what about the million-dollar training camp?

Barkley nodded hastily and looked at Tang Sen.

If the million-dollar training camp is canceled, a large number of star players will be devastated.

Tang Sen knew that whatever he said now would definitely be in the newspapers tomorrow, and then all the teams and players in the league would know.

After a moment's thought, Tang Sen said, "Of course I will take care of it, there's no need to worry about that."

Stern was unwilling to accept it.

Ernie Johnson asked if everyone could sign up, and how many people would that be worldwide.

“Yes, everyone.” Tang Sen nodded.

If you're going to choose, choose the best.

Barkley, like Smith, would ask why he did it that way.

Training a player for four years is probably not an easy task.

Moreover, life is unpredictable. What if this person gets injured during training and becomes disabled? Wouldn't that be a waste of four years?

"What about the fees?" Barkley asked a practical question.

Tang Sen's training fees are the highest in the world.

Tang Sen looked at the camera and explained to all the young players watching on TV, "He doesn't need to worry about the expenses. I will train him for free and even take care of his daily food, lodging and all expenses."

Once he's mastered the skills, Tang Sen won't have to make up for it like Bynum did.

No need.

The money isn't an issue; Tang Sen did this simply because he wanted to do it.

"As for why," Tang Sen paused slightly, then said, "it's simple, I hope this league can produce another MJ."

The reason sounded vague, but Barkley nodded in strong agreement.

Then, with a heartfelt sentiment, he said, "Tang, you're right. The league is missing a Michael right now."

From Hill to Kobe, there's always been talk of finding Jordan's successor, but to this day, Kobe is still Kobe, and McGrady is still McGrady.

Everyone will just say they're like Jordan, but no one will ever think they're comparable to Jordan.

Even Barkley believes that there's a problem with trying to catch up with Jordan.

You might as well work hard to become the best basketball player in the world.

Forget about Jordan or not. When you are strong enough to dominate an era, naturally everyone will regard you as someone comparable to Jordan.

As the league's biggest talent scout, Barkley felt he could understand having such thoughts.

"Don, you're doing something great," Barkley praised, then immediately shouted into the camera.

Let those young players watching on TV stop hesitating.

Log on to the website and register.

A road leading to heaven has appeared before everyone.

In front of the television, Leonard eagerly asked Westbrook if he wanted to sign up.

"Bro, did you hear what he said? It's free," Leonard asked eagerly.

Putting aside whether he can become a player like Jordan, the most appealing thing is undoubtedly that it's free.

This is especially true for families like Westbrook's.

Tang Sen's training costs one million US dollars for three months, which wouldn't be enough even if he sold his house.

Now you can receive free training for several years.

“I’m not deaf, I heard it.” Westbrook pushed his brother away and ran outside.

Forget about watching the game; all he wanted to do was find a computer, log onto the website, and see what was going on.

Tang Sen's grand plan stole the spotlight from the competition.

But for the Suns, there's still half a game to play, and another miracle to create.

Inside the home team's locker room, D'Antoni was more nervous than anyone else. A loss would mean utter ruin, and he would have to take a day off.

He repeatedly emphasized the need to stay calm and patient before urging everyone to come out.

A fast-paced player who demands his team complete their offense in seven seconds is now talking about patience, which is enough to prove how nervous D'Antoni is at this moment.

Fast attacks have their advantages; they can disrupt the opponent's rhythm and create opportunities within the speed.

However, positional play also has its advantages, especially when the team has a super center who excels in both offense and defense as a ballast, which can really stabilize the rhythm of the game.

In the third quarter, the Kings launched a furious counterattack.

But the sun withstood the onslaught.

Howard scored 13 points in the quarter and fouled Miller out.

At this point, the situation had completely turned in favor of the sun.

Miller was a white center, but at least he was tough and had the height and weight to make a living in the NBA.

He can't stop a powerful inside player like Howard, but at least he can limit him.

Once he's down there, no one in the Kings' paint can contain Howard.

At the end of the third quarter, the Kings had narrowed the gap to just 4 points.

But in the final quarter, the Suns slowly widened the gap again.

The problem lies in the paint. No one can stop Howard, so defensive efforts have to be diverted, which inevitably creates opportunities on the perimeter.

As the game neared its end, the Suns fans in the stands had already begun an impatient countdown.

Adelman stood on the sidelines like a petrified statue.

He was dressed in a sharp suit as always, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked very elegant.

But he was far from at peace.

Leading 3-0, they still managed to let their opponents turn the game around.

It was a historic reversal.

The thought that this comeback might be remembered by everyone for decades to come is something even a rational person like Adelman finds hard to accept.

The teaching assistant asked him if he could think of another way, but Adelman felt his mind go blank and his hands and feet were ice cold.

If there had been a way, it would have been available long ago.

A conflict broke out on the court, and Darius Sanguilla and Howard almost came to blows.

Marion immediately pulled Howard away.

A chorus of boos erupted from the stands.

From the fans' perspective, this conflict at this point was simply a case of losing and getting desperate.

From the stands, a unified chant of "go home" rang out, making every Kings player's eyes red with excitement.

But it didn't work.

With the final moments, Marion made both free throws, making it 108-102, and the clock went out.

The entire West Coast Arena instantly transformed into a sea of ​​celebration.

(End of this chapter)