NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 93 LeBron, calm down, let's discuss how to get rid of him.

"Come on, you bastard who only knows how to scream!" Ye Feng clapped his hands and roared, "Everyone spread out! No help defense, no flanking! I can send this idiot to hell by myself!"

Not far from Ye Feng, Battier frowned.

This kid was shouting "one-on-one, don't double-team!" but the hand gestures he was making were crystal clear.

How shameless....

"You're asking for it!" Rasheed was obviously unaware of the Grizzlies' internal hand signals. Facing Ye Feng with the ball, he made several feinting steps before shoving his shoulder into Ye Feng's chest. Then he turned around again, twisting his body to drive towards the basket.

Ye Feng's defense was excellent; his lower body strength was now the best among all power forwards in the league. Rasheed tried to rely on strength to fight back, but he couldn't gain any advantage at all.

Unable to withstand the force, Rashid naturally resorted to his underhanded tactics, using a combination of thrusts and elbows, while his auxiliary hand seized the opportunity to poke Ye Feng in the waist.

In a mid-range brawl, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and refused to back down an inch, giving Rashid no chance.

Just then, Rashid suddenly felt a dark shadow appear beside him.

With a "snap," the basketball in Rashid's hand disappeared.

Battier suddenly appeared and made a steal.

"Well done, Sean!" Ye Feng laughed heartily, then felt a sharp pain all over his body and could only grimace as he said, "I wish I could come earlier next time."

"That bitch really went all out!"

"He's a bit too inexperienced," Brown thought to himself as he watched from the sidelines. "If he had more experience, he definitely wouldn't have suffered such a setback in this round."

After making the steal, Battier didn't rush to get the ball. Knowing his own limitations, he held onto the ball tightly until it was safe enough before passing it to Williams.

As soon as Williams arrived in the frontcourt, James reached out and yelled at him.

He wants revenge!

He doesn't need Ye Feng to stand up for him, and he doesn't need any boss to protect him.

I can do it myself!

Williams, being a man of strong character, immediately passed the ball to James when he saw that James wanted to get revenge, while waving to his teammates to pull him away.

Gasol and Ye Feng cooperated well, quickly clearing one side to allow James to go one-on-one.

Facing Wells, whose defense was mediocre, James dribbled between his legs repeatedly, then suddenly accelerated and charged towards the paint.

Facing the Trail Blazers' tight defense, James made a decisive move this time, taking a big step into the paint and then faking the ball, but it didn't fool anyone.

He moved his left foot a step, raised the ball, and faked it out.

This time, Rasheed finally fell for it and got up to try to block the shot. But unexpectedly, James moved his right foot again, turned to the side to create space, and made a layup, the basketball going in off the backboard!

"You want to block me again? Huh? You want to fucking block me again? Fuck you!" James roared, releasing his passion after being blocked so badly. This play was a triumph for him!

The fans at the stadium cheered for their number one draft pick's tough playing style.

But James' teammates didn't show the same excitement as him. After all, Gasol and Battier are both cool-headed technical players on the court, and Williams is a typical emotional guy. All three of them noticed James' traveling violation and were a little embarrassed.

As for Ye Feng...

Not to mention.

This guy didn't do the same thing as Rashid, which means he's matured now.

"Traveling! Isn't that a fucking travel?" Rasheed didn't even glance at the swaggering James, but instead crossed his arms and spun rapidly, protesting to the referee, "He's practically on Mars!"

"You've already received a technical foul." The referee looked coldly at Rashid. "Say one more word and I'll kick you out."

Upon hearing the referee's words, Rashid immediately shut up.

He turned around quickly, not looking at the referee again, and swiftly sent the ball out from the baseline.

Who said he was a brainless, irritable brute?

Dude, you're calm and smart!

不然这家伙也不会在01年单赛季吃到41次技术犯规的情况下，只」被驱逐7次了，02年他38次技术犯规，更是只」被驱逐4次。

While this number would be considered quite exaggerated for other players, it's perfectly reasonable to use "only" considering Rashid's technical foul count.

Last season, Rashid received 27 technical fouls but was not ejected even once.

Another statistic that proves he's actually quite calm despite his swearing and running wildly is that his technical foul count plummeted after the league announced the "Rasheed Rule" in 06, which stipulated that players would be suspended after 16 technical fouls in a single season.

The number of times has dropped from around 30 in previous years to less than 20.

This guy is incredibly cunning.

After James scored a point that infuriated his opponents and left his teammates somewhat embarrassed, the Grizzlies' lead had grown to 8 points with 28 seconds left in the first quarter.

Each side has one attacking opportunity.

"Come on, you bitch!" Ye Feng clapped his hands, mocking Rashid and enticing him to continue his assault.

Meanwhile, Battier, standing nearby, saw Ye Feng's hand signal again, reminding him to double-team.

That's utterly shameless.

However, Rasheed didn't fall for it this time. He and Stoudemire executed a pick-and-roll, then he received the ball beyond the three-point line and launched his signature straight-arm shot.

This guy is one of the few big men in this era who can shoot three-pointers and likes to shoot three-pointers.

Unfortunately, the shot missed. However, Gasol under the basket also failed to secure the rebound. With Ye Feng pulled out of the paint, he was completely squeezed out of the rebounding area by the two strong men, Davis and Randolph. In the end, Randolph pulled up, grabbed the rebound, and put the ball into the basket.

The last 5 seconds!

Although Gasol couldn't out-rebound the two tough guys on the opposing team, he quickly returned to the baseline after the opponent scored and immediately inbounded the ball.

After receiving the ball, James immediately accelerated towards the frontcourt. Then, after encountering a defender, he immediately passed the ball to Ye Feng, who was right behind him.

Ye Feng was stunned the moment he received the ball.

This is for me?!

You were about to cross the center circle, and at the last moment you passed the ball to me, the inside player who was still near my own three-point line?

Fine, I'll give it to you!

Muttering to himself, Ye Feng raised his hand and threw the ultra-long-range sniper pan away.

No one, including Ye Feng himself, took this shot seriously.

With Ye Feng's throwing motion, which was like throwing an iron ball, it would be considered a good shot if it didn't kill one of the fans sitting behind the basket.

But then, an unexpected event occurred.

"Whoosh!"

After the shot went in, Ye Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. How could that have gone in?

He couldn't help but look at James, who was running towards him excitedly to celebrate, and even began to wonder if James had also been cheated on.

This kid, does he have some kind of cheat that allows him to "pass the buck to his teammates and increase their hit rate"?

The idea flashed through his mind almost instantly, because Ye Feng was immediately surrounded by his excited teammates, who hugged him and celebrated wildly.

To score such a last-minute goal in his very first official professional match, Ye Feng's luck level is absolutely off the charts.

With a double-digit lead and the thrill of a buzzer-beater, the Grizzlies returned to their locker room amidst the wild cheers of their fans.

In the second half, the Grizzlies had an even better run of play. They played better and better, and the whole team found their rhythm, quickly widening the gap to around 20 points.

The entire third quarter was played at the Grizzlies' pace; they were slow and sluggish, but controlled the situation and gradually widened the gap.

This quarter was uninteresting. If there was anything worth mentioning, it was the last three minutes of the third quarter.

The moment the Grizzlies inbounded the ball from the baseline, Ye Feng frantically reached out for it.

He wants another one.

Gasol didn't think twice and passed the ball directly to Ye Feng.

Since one has already scored, let's have another one!

This time, however, Ye Feng didn't shoot himself after receiving the ball; instead, he passed it to James.

James, who was near the center circle, never expected that the ball would be passed to him. You've already scored one, and you were so excited to ask for the ball.

What are you doing right now?

What are you doing?

Of course, it's revenge!

Ye Feng watched as James reluctantly received the ball and then barely managed to throw it out at the buzzer from an extremely long distance.

This shot didn't even touch the rim, let alone go in; it flew straight out of bounds.

"It's okay, LeBron, don't be discouraged!" Ye Feng walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "It was just bad luck. I'll pass it to you again next time, and you'll definitely score!"

Who wants you to send it?

Who would want to throw that kind of ball?

James looked constipated, but Ye Feng had already walked towards the bench with a grin. James looked at Ye Feng's back, his expression revealing his undisguised displeasure.

He doesn't like Ye Feng!

James disliked Ye Feng ever since Ye Feng signed that super shoe contract that put him ahead of the draft, and even after it was proven that the contract was just a gimmick, James was still very unhappy about it.

Then came the draft night, and this guy made me stand outside the office for at least 10 minutes.

Then, he lost face in the Summer League, had to carry his own bag at training camp, and was photographed by many reporters.

Now, at a time like this, he's passing the ball to himself and making things awkward for himself.

An idea began to surge into James's mind uncontrollably.

I don't want to play basketball with this jerk! Not even for a single day!

I fucking wish he were dead, I wish he'd get the hell out of here, I'm sure I'd be better off without him.

Filled with resentment, James sat down on the bench, no longer bothering to control his expression. He sat there, his face ashen, and then started biting his fingernails. He was thinking about how to get rid of Ye Feng.

Apart from him, the rest of the Grizzlies were in high spirits, laughing and joking as they celebrated their early season win.

In the fourth quarter, Brown, out of caution, let some of his starters play for a while. After widening the gap to 20 points, Brown substituted all his starters with a little over 6 minutes left in the fourth quarter, signaling that the game was over.

With the key players changing clothes, applying ice packs, and loosening their shoelaces on the sidelines, the suspense of the match was essentially over.

After the game, Brown's answers in the interview were simple and direct.

"This was a team victory, and this is my favorite way to win. My players played great, and I'm very happy. They basically executed my tactics perfectly, and this is the result and the way to win that I wanted."

The players' statistics clearly demonstrate why this game met Brown's needs.

加索尔拿下15分9篮板5助攻，巴蒂尔8分3篮板2助攻1抢断，威廉士10分7次助攻而且只有2次失误。

On the bench, Posey and Persson scored 6 and 7 points respectively, while Davis had 2 points and 5 rebounds.

最受关注的新人方面，叶枫12投7中，3分球1投1中，罚球3罚2中，拿下全队最高的17

With an additional 11 rebounds and 2 blocks, his debut performance, achieving a double-double, deserves at least a 9 out of 10, leaving fans and the team extremely satisfied.

Although James' performance was slightly inferior to Ye Feng's, he still made 6 of 14 shots and 3 of 5 free throws, scoring 15 points, 4 rebounds, and 5 assists, making it an equally satisfying debut.

Another rookie, Haslem, who received almost no attention, played mostly garbage time, but still managed 4 points and 6 rebounds. Judging from the distribution of player statistics and playing time, it was a very Brown-esque team victory.

"It's on me tonight!" After the game, Williams, who hadn't felt this kind of victory in a long time and was completely overjoyed, raised his hand in celebration and said he would treat the whole team to a good time.

On the side of the locker room, Brown wanted to say something, but seeing how good the atmosphere was with the whole team, he opened his mouth several times, but in the end he decided against it.

What I originally wanted to say turned into telling everyone to have fun while being careful not to cause trouble, and not to be late for training tomorrow.

Amid cheers, the players began showering and changing, looking forward to the fun that was about to begin.

At that moment, Ye Feng approached Brown and said, "Coach, I feel like there's something you haven't said?"

"Hmm?" Brown looked at the kid curiously, not expecting that he would notice his hesitation.

"I think you were about to say something just now..." Ye Feng said, "If you wanted to criticize me, I'm definitely willing to accept criticism."

"None of your business." Brown laughed. What coach wouldn't like such an obedient player? He said to Ye Feng, "It's Jason. You know, I don't like those fancy, inexplicable passes; the turnover rate is too high."

"But since everyone is happy now, there's no need to spoil the mood. Let's talk about it during training."

"But actually, I quite like that," Ye Feng said. "I also feel a sense of wonder when I catch the ball, and I really enjoy catching those kinds of balls."

"Coach, may I offer my opinion?"

"Okay." Brown nodded. Although he was short-tempered, he was not a tyrant-type coach. He was happy to listen to the players' suggestions, especially those that did not carry a provocative or rebellious tone.

"I think Jason can continue to pass the ball like that. He controls it very well now, and he only does it when the opportunity is really good, instead of always making random passes like before."

"So if he can continue to control his mistakes..."

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"I'll consider it," Brown said after a moment's thought, then nodded. "But it might not be as you wish."

"Thank you, Coach." Ye Feng wasn't an unreasonable person. He had said what he wanted to say, and of course he wouldn't force Brown to give him a result. He quickly nodded and left. He had a part in Williams' game tonight!

Meanwhile, another player on the team who was clearly too young didn't join in the fun. He declined Williams' invitation and quietly left the locker room.

Instead of going home, he called his agent as soon as he got in his car and then drove to find his agent.

"Congratulations on your first win against LeBron." Agent Goodwin ushered James into his room, where ESPN sports news was playing on the TV in his living room: "You played really well tonight! Your all-around game was on full display."

"By the way, if everything goes well, you'll be able to wear your signature shoes in games next week! You'll break a record: the youngest player in NBA history to have a signature shoe!"

"This record could have been achieved earlier; the original plan was for you to wear it in the opening game of the new season. But you wanted the shoes to be even better and made some additional requests and changes, so Nike took some more time to adjust them."

"They really value you! They consider you their most important signing since Jordan!"

After delivering the good news, Goodwin softened his tone and said, "Alright, so what's wrong that made you come to me instead of having some fun after the match?"

"I want to leave Memphis!" James said decisively.

Goodwin frowned slightly: "I know LeBron, I know you want to leave, but didn't we agree on this before the draft? We were determined to join the Grizzlies, not to force West not to draft you."

"We believe that would affect your image and subject you to unnecessary criticism and immense pressure early in your career."

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"Since we've already made this decision, we'll have to be patient and hold out here for a while. I'll find an opportunity and time to force your hand."

"We'll definitely leave here, but not now, right?"

"Then we should make them trade Ye! I don't like him! I hate him, I don't want to be on his team!"

Just as James was protesting, a voice on the television came on that made him even more irritated.

"The best player of the game is Ye! In his career debut, he efficiently scored 17 points and 11 rebounds for a double-double, and his opponent had a strong interior presence! Let's take a look at his highlights tonight."

"Turn it off!" James said impatiently. "I don't want to hear any news or comments about him!"

"What happened?" Goodwin turned off the TV. "Have you suffered a lot of injustice?"

"He's always been overshadowing me! There are more people on the team who like him, like he's the number one draft pick! I hate that!" James said. "And I feel very uncomfortable playing with him on the court!"

"I should be the core player, why should I accommodate his playing style?"

"Calm down, LeBron, calm down. Come on, let me break the law a tiny bit, have some whiskey to help you calm down," Goodwin said calmly. "Then, we'll discuss when to get rid of him and when you can truly become the only core player."