Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 80 Should I be considered his uncle?

In order to see Brown make a fool of himself, Orlando fans were very considerate and filled 70% of the seats.

Rich DeVos and General Manager Gabriel also arrived at the scene and watched the game in the box.

DeVos glanced across the stands and frowned unnaturally.

At the front of the stands, a young fan held up a luminous electronic sign with a message flashing on it.

"Laughing Poop"

Brown's nickname.

DeVos dislikes this statement.

Brown is shit, so what are we in return for him?
Gabriel, who was standing nearby, noticed the change in his boss's expression and immediately said, "Sir, don't worry about what these fans think. Wait until Brown puts up good numbers and proves himself. Believe me, they'll fall madly in love with this kid."

He is confident.

Rivers, who was frowning last year, has been smiling brightly recently.

It's not because of Brown.

DeVos nodded. He had heard Gabriel praise Brown many times, saying that they had found a treasure.

As he was speaking, the competition below was about to begin.

Brown's appearance was met with boos from the audience.

Even the Heat players looked at him sideways.

It's rare to see people booing their own players at home.

"Look, that laughing piece of shit, is he talking about that kid?" Brian Grant poked Mourning with his arm, motioning him to look at the stands.

Amidst the boos, as Brown came on the court, all the Magic fans in the stands were excited.

Many fans held up homemade signs and shouted and cheered.

This is Florida, you can live without working.

"GOAT replaced Kid, where is the management's brain?"

"Give me back my MVP, and return the rookie!"

That's still mild.

"A superstar trading in a rookie, a new level of stupidity!"

"From champion to lottery winner, all it takes is you!"

"A hurricane took away a super giant, and here comes a garbage bag?"

"Disney escaped trash, the seven dwarfs are tougher than you!"

And the conspicuous bag is always there.

High up in the stands, a young man with curly hair seized the opportunity, turned his back to the stands, and prepared to take off his pants.

Fortunately, Gabriel had anticipated this and doubled the security.

The nearest security guard reacted very quickly, rushed over immediately, and helped him pull up his pants at the first opportunity.

On the court, McGrady silently held his forehead, unable to watch the farce in the stands. He walked over to Brown who was warming up and whispered, "Brown, are you okay?"

"It's okay."

Brown's tone was light.

But it was too easy, so McGrady said: "Don't pay attention to the voices of these fans. They don't know how great you are. You have to give them a chance to know you."

He was afraid that Brown, who was only 19, could not bear the pressure.

When he first arrived at the Raptors, he was often booed by fans.

"It's okay. My husband told me yesterday that instead of adjusting my mindset, I should just look forward to it. It's going to be interesting to see the reactions on their faces when I perform well."

These days, Brown has been in contact with Donson to report on his situation in the team.

In a game like today which is almost a debut, Tang Sen naturally has to give Brown a shot of prevention.

Maddie was secretly surprised.

He has been in contact with Brown these days and always hears Brown talking about Tang Sen.

It feels like Tang Sen is not a trainer at all, but more like a life mentor.

"come on."

McGrady said no more.

……

Prejudice was like a mountain, and Riley had instilled in Brown the idea of ​​arrogance.

So when Mourning and Brown stood at the free throw line, Brown smiled politely at him, but Mourning interpreted it as... a provocation?
Damn it, it turned out to be a scam.

Without thinking too much, the basketball was thrown.

Mourning jumped and the ball was taken away by Brown.

Shet!

After landing, Mourning had something to say that he couldn't help but say Fuck.

I am a little shorter than Brown, but my arm span is better.

The jump ball didn't jump over Brown.

This is unscientific!
He was standing under the basket, an iron gate in the interior where anyone who came would be blocked, relying on his superior jumping and explosiveness.

Before he could think about it, Brown had already run out.

Before this, Mourning had never met Brown or seen him play.

All I know is that this guy was chosen by Jordan, and he seemed to play well in the Summer League, scoring 40 points in a single game.

But that’s Xia Lian!
So Mourning didn't have an intuitive idea of ​​how Brown played.

When Brown stood in the middle of the penalty area, Mourning just subconsciously used force to hold him back.

Well, the strength is pretty good.

Mo Ning thought so.

I think the media reported that Brown was good at fighting, but now I see that he is indeed not a soft noodle that will fall down at the slightest touch.

The ball is coming.

At this moment, Brown exerted his strength.

At this moment, Mourning suddenly felt like he was facing O'Neal.

It must be an illusion. The impact caused by Brown's sudden force was too strong.

Mo Ning instinctively tensed his body and held on tightly.

When it comes to power confrontation in the restricted area, I have never been afraid of anything.

Brown lowered his waist, exploded the ball, took a lateral hop, and immediately turned around and shot a jump shot. The hop was especially sudden.

Mourning had no time to catch up.

He was a beat slow and could only watch the basketball bounce and fall into the basket.

Mourning turned his head suddenly and looked at the bitter face on the bench.

Is this what you call a surprise?

You taught an apprentice and he shows off in front of you, right?

Then should I be considered his uncle?

Seeing Ewing excitedly stand up and applaud, Mourning cursed inwardly.

Great!
I should have been alert when Ewing called yesterday.

"sure!"

Grant deliberately ran past Brown and praised him.

The fact that he was not nervous at the beginning and took the initiative to fight proved that Brown was not intimidated by Mourning's reputation.

Brown felt a little proud inwardly.

2 points are credited.

One fifth of the small goal has been completed.

Transition of possession.

As soon as Mourning entered the three-point line, Brown came up to him.

Actively seeking confrontation, pushing, and blocking, with only one purpose, to prevent Mourning from easily entering the penalty area.

Grant Ewing and others taught him how to deal with Mourning.

Naturally, Brown would not forget to ask his master for his opinion.

After thinking about it, Tang Sen gave a suggestion.

That's consumption.

Mourning is not a dying candle like Ewing. At the age of 31, he is still in his prime.

He is very strong and fast.

Although his skills are not top-notch, they are comprehensive enough and he knows a little bit of everything.

If he is allowed to get close to the basket, given Brown's current game experience, he will probably not end up well.

It would be better to drive him outside and force him to finish with a mid-range shot.

Mid-range shots can be considered a regular weapon for Mourning, but they are far not as good as Ewing's.

Mourning's shooting percentage for mid-range shots from 10 to 16 feet is not high.

Most importantly, Mourning is also a rough guy and does not have the skills to attack the basket with the ball in the mid-range.

But this is not an easy task.

Brown now weighs 115 kilograms.

The returning Mourning weighs 118 kilograms, slightly heavier than Brown.

If it weren't for Townsend helping Brown practice his core strength, he might not have been able to defeat Mourning.

The two of them were entangled and competing with each other like wrestlers.

Brown is not having an easy time, and neither is Mourning.

Such consumption further aroused Mo Ning's anger.

This is fucking provocation!
But who is afraid?

I'm competing with the four great centers, and you, a high school student, are nothing.

But I have to say, this kid is really strong!
Mo Ning couldn't help but move bigger.

In a tussle at the edge of the penalty area, Mourning couldn't control his arms and elbowed Brown.

His pair of iron elbows are not much worse than Ma Long's.

Brown staggered, then charged forward again as if nothing had happened.

The ball was finally delivered to Mourning with difficulty.

In an instant, the eyes of all the fans in the stands fell on the two of them.

There were also unconscious fans who started to clamor for a dunk.

I had no idea whose home seat I was sitting in.

Mourning wanted to dunk one.

But it’s difficult to find.

He bent his waist and exerted force, knocking Brown away and turning towards the bottom line the next moment.

But he failed to break it open. Brown pushed forward again and blocked his route to the baseline.

But the route is blocked and you won’t move forward?
Mo Ning never believed this evil.

If there is no road, it must be because you are not tough enough or strong enough.

He slammed his shoulder into Brown's chest and took a step forward.

Damn rookie, how dare you challenge me?
But at the moment of jumping, Brown, who had been knocked away, also jumped up.

They were at loggerheads, neither giving in.

The two collided in the air again, but this time, Brown had the upper hand.

The role of strengthening the core is reflected.

Brown controlled his body and shot forward based on his feeling.

I got it!
The arm blocked the basketball and fell downwards.

Brown stumbled upon landing, quickly bent down to pick up the ball, and held it tightly to his chest.

Mo Ning reacted very quickly and immediately reached out to take it out.

The two men's entanglement and wrestling continued from the sky to the ground until the whistle sounded.

Fight for the ball.

There was a moment of dead silence in the center of the entire water house, and then suddenly bursts of exclamations broke out.

Many fans in the stands looked as if they had seen a ghost.

I didn't see it wrong, did Brown not only single out Mourning, but also turned around and blocked Mourning?
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