As far as the poor performance of the Knicks in the 2017 draft is concerned, it is not simply the words "Zen master back the pot" can be explained, because the draft day is June 23, but as everyone knows, on June 28, Knicks owner Dolan fired Zen master squid.

Although the Zen master was involved in the meeting with Dennis Smith, it was certainly not him who decided who to choose, after all, they were all the ones who were going to leave, and if you thought with your ass, you could guess that Dolan would not entrust the Zen master with a heavy responsibility.

Originally, the Zen master conceived the plan of exchanging Boshen for the top pick, and then using the top pick to select Lonzo Ball, but Ball only wanted to play for the Los Angeles Lakers, and the plan fell through. Later, Zhang Feng went to the Knicks for trial, and Zhang Feng's amazing performance also made the Zen master also moved, and he contacted many parties to plan to exchange Anthony for a 3/4 signing, so that the Knicks could form an infinite potential lineup of the inside Boshen and the outside Zhang Feng.

Originally, he had reached a tripartite agreement with the Suns and the 76ers, but Dolan told him that he couldn't choose Zhang Feng on the phone, so he had to make up the reason why the ghost didn't believe it - there might be a communication problem.

However, the Zen master naturally can't talk about these things publicly, and he didn't come to Madison Garden to watch the game today to clarify this matter, he just wanted to come and see for himself how good Zhang Feng was. Don't see it well, as soon as I saw Zhang Feng's two doubles in the first quarter, his intestines were about to regret it, and now he is despised by so many Knicks fans, and his reputation is ruined by the Knicks, he really has a hard time.

On the court, the game between the two teams has reached the end of the second quarter, the Kings continue to maintain an eight-point lead, Zhang Feng has scored a terrifying 28 points and 13 assists, and Frank was pressed to the bench by Hornacek and failed to prove himself.

The king made the last attack in the first half, Zhang Feng advanced with the ball, and when he reached the top of the arc, he dribbled under his right crotch with his right hand, and at the same time took a left foot to rush to the inside, and Jack hurriedly retreated to defend. But Zhang Feng was faster, and he easily rushed to the left short corner area and made a step-back jumper and hit a 2-point shot.

"You can be on the scoring list today, come on, I'll try to help you brush up 20 assists", Randolph excitedly patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder, but Zhang Feng didn't answer, just turned around and ran forward with a smile.

"mVP, mVP, mVP", the sudden shout made Zhang Feng stunned on the spot, he stopped and looked around, he wondered: What are the Knicks fans shouting? Aren't you still 10 points behind?

Such a move made the audience laugh, and O'Neill also said with relief: "Haha, this kid hasn't experienced the treatment of being shouted mVP away, everyone is stupid."

"I still underestimated the Knicks' defensive floor, and I let Zhang Feng get 30+13 data so quickly, and I will be slapped in the face again" Buck was very unwilling.

"It's good to know, he can easily reach the 35 points and 17 assists you said" O'Neal looked proud.

Zhang Feng on the court finally understood that the shouts of the Knicks audience just now were aimed at him, and such glory made Zhang Feng have an idea in his heart: "This round must be guarded down, otherwise I am sorry for the recognition of the away fans!" ”。

Knicks fans don't know Zhang Feng's idea, otherwise they will be angry, but fortunately, they are already disappointed, if Zhang Feng plays a few more, they will shout more passionately.

The Knicks' last attack was launched by Boshen, who held the ball in the corner position with his back to Randolph, Courtney and Jack crossed and ran outside the three-point line, Kanter had withdrawn from the three-second zone to open up space, and Tim Hardaway Jr. crouched on the baseline to receive the ball, and the Knicks ran out of the shadow of a tactical powerhouse for a while.

The dazzling running position did not make Zhang Feng dizzy, he stared at Boshen tightly, and he found that Boshen's eyes were always looking at the inside, which was obviously to pass the ball to someone who cut inside. The basket has been locked up by Willy and will obviously not be passed to Kanter. But at this time, Courtney and Jack had no intention of killing the inside, and he couldn't guess what Boshen was thinking for a while.

There are only 5 seconds left in the offensive time, Zhang Feng doesn't believe that the Knicks can play any awesome tactics, and it is the best choice to start in advance at the moment. He stepped in front of Jack, who was detouring around, and coincidentally, Boshen threw the ball at Jack at the same time.

The smile on Zhang Feng's face, the chagrin on Boshen's face, and the anxiety on Jack's face all appeared together.

"I've watched the game for so long, and I haven't seen the ball pass into the arms of an opposing player, so today is a big experience......," the popcorn fan said with his mouth wide open.

"Is this ball considered a steal by Zhang Feng......"

Zhang Feng, who succeeded in the 'steal', ran wildly with the ball, Jack chased after him, the two crossed the halfway line with their front and back feet, and with 2 seconds left in halftime, Zhang Feng made a jump shot and hit a three-point shot, but at the same time his body flew backwards.

"Beep!" , the referee blew the whistle and signaled Jack to push someone to foul, and Zhang Feng added a penalty.

"I've watched the game for so long, and I haven't seen anyone foul on three points from beyond the distance, and today I really got a ......."

With an easy hit and a free throw, Zhang Feng scored 34 points in the half, turned around and walked to the locker room with a grin, and the Knicks fans shouted loudly: "mVP, mVP, mVP".

Hurry up, hurry up, this is the first thought in the heart of the Zen master, the fans are very chaotic at this time, if it is found by the reporter later, it will be a big deal.

"Hello Mr. Phil, can I ask you a few questions?" The tabloid reporter's sharp eyes caught the Zen master.

"I'm sorry, I haven't confiscated my clothes at home, and I have to rush back to ...... weather forecast for thundershowers today."

"Aren't you already listing your New York property for sale?"

"I can't have two sets?"

"Don't go, hey, everyone, Zen Master Phil Jackson is here......"

"Ouch, don't shout, don't shout, what do you want to ask?"

"Please comment on Franck's performance today, he is also the player you selected, how do you think he compares to Boshen?"

"Frank is still very young, he still has a long way to go, it's normal to have ups and downs now, everyone should give him a little more tolerance"

"Does that mean Frank can't do it?"

"Here's what you say......"

"Then what do you think of Zhang Feng's performance today?"

“……”

"What, can't you describe it?"

The Zen master lifted his glasses, not because he didn't know how to describe them, but after a long time he spoke:

"I played in the league in '67 and saw Oscar Robertson on the court; I started coaching the Bulls in 1989 and witnessed Michael Jordan God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and destroying Buddha; I officially joined the Lakers in 1999 and worked with Bryant Kobe Bryant to become great. So in terms of the position of a backcourt player, what kind of player can become a star, what kind of player can become a superstar, what kind of player can become a legend, what kind of player has the potential to enter the all-time toP10, I should have the most say."

After saying this, the Zen master paused for a moment, and after taking a deep breath, he continued as if he had made up his mind:

"So, my evaluation of Zhang Feng tonight is extremely good, and my expectation for Zhang Feng in the future is the toP10 club"

"Is that exaggerated......" The tabloid reporter was so frightened that he almost threw away the voice recorder in his hand.