Twelve years ago, on October 31, 2002, Yao Ming made his NBA regular season debut. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Do you remember the team he played against?

That's right, it's the Pacers, on the Pacers' home court.

Yao Ming's debut ended in embarrassment. Played 11 minutes, only shot 1 but missed, 0 points, 2 rebounds, 2 turnovers, 3 fouls.

The performance of 0 points made Yao Ming and Auden a rare champion debut of "eating duck eggs".

How many times did Lu Deng think: Yao Ming is so powerful, how can he not score even 1 point? Even if he stands still under the basket, he can pick up a frontcourt rebound and dunk and score 2 points.

How do you get 0 points?

Lu Deng also specially found Yao Ming's interview and biography, and the game was naturally unavoidable, and the general explanation was: he was too nervous, and he didn't play in the summer league, and he didn't play much in the preseason, and he almost came back from the national team to participate in the regular season directly, without any adaptation in the early stage, and basically without any communication and run-in with the team.

But Lu Deng thought, even so, it won't score 0 points?

Nervous? What can be nervous, how can you be nervous when you have fought so many international competitions and seen all kinds of big battles?

Until Lu Deng's debut, he still felt that nervousness was an unscientific thing, how could he be nervous?

However, the moment Lu Deng entered the Indiana Pacers' arena from the players' tunnel, he suddenly understood.

What does it feel like?

Just like the bullring in Spain, when the bull enters the bullring for the first time, when it is locked in the bullpen, it can only faintly hear the faint and distant shouts and cheers outside, and cannot guess what the outside world is like.

When it was driven out of the narrow and secluded passage, looking around, the shouts of tens of thousands of people were mixed together, and anyone would be furious, and anyone would be overwhelmed.

That's how Lu Deng feels.

In the locker room just now, he was still immersed in a complimentary comment on his mobile phone, but when he walked out of the player's tunnel, he seemed to be dragged from the quiet world into the battlefield full of artillery at once, and the noisy sound was like a bomb, which instantly increased dozens of times.

The Indiana fans gave Lu Deng a lot of applause, cheers, whistles, and of course, the scolding that the fans threw at their opponents.

Lu Deng suddenly realized the tension that Yao Ming had at the beginning. There was no relief from the cheers. He even had some sweat in his palms.

It was a scene he had never experienced in Summer League.

There were few spectators in the Summer League, but today, although it was only a preseason game, the audience was full of people.

Strange uncles with Cokes and beards, black women with crazy writhing butts, and fans wearing Pacers' jerseys and oil paint on their faces, they shouted wildly at the court, and they couldn't hear what they were shouting, only the smiles on their faces, hideous, and mixed into the noise of the whole arena!

Really, Lu Deng was really a little nervous. I don't know how many times stronger this tension is than when I made my first appearance in the college league.

"This is my first official fight," he thought, "don't be nervous, don't be nervous, make sure you play!" ”

But it didn't work, I was still nervous, and it was difficult to control myself.

Lao Mo slapped the ball and shook it over: "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Nervous? I've never been nervous, that's the NBA. Look over there......"

Lao Mo pointed to the audience behind the basketball hoop, a green-haired fan with a Mohican haircut, holding a sign in his hand that read: Yao, 0 points. Lu, 0 points!

He shouted frantically at Lu Deng, frantically pointing to the words of the big sign. You don't have to think about it to guess what he's talking about. It seems that Lu Deng did not have him among the large number of fans.

In fact, it's useless to have him!

The fans are like that, no matter how highly he thinks of you, but you are my enemy, I want you to look good. "Love and hate" is the standard of every qualified fan.

"Hey, boy, it's embarrassing to get 0 points!" Mo Williams smirked and slapped the ball away.

Bennett patted Lu Deng on the shoulder: "Hey, brother, don't be nervous, I was just like you, I was shaking when I first appeared." All you have to do now is warm up, relax and once the game starts, as soon as the first ball is thrown, it's your home field. Go, brother, warm up. ”

"Thank you!" Luden appreciates Bennett's thoughtfulness.

But he didn't warm up, he knew himself best, and the warm-up wasn't enough to ease his nerves. If he wasn't nervous, he didn't need to warm up at all, he could score points on the court, more microwave than a microwave.

However, if you are so nervous all the time, even warming up is useless. For now, he has to adapt to the current atmosphere.

This is the first game, hundreds of millions of fans around the world are watching his game, you have to play well, there must be no embarrassment of 0 points.

The best way to relieve tension is to face it head-on, and Lu Deng has his own unique way.

He picked up a basketball from the ground, held it in one hand in his right hand, and held it high up around the court along the sideline, his eyes looking for every fan who shouted the most fiercely, and looked at them.

For the fans, it was nothing short of provocative.

How can fans with "clear love and hate" tolerate each other being so wild! You can't do it either! You can't send George a hundred Kung Fu Pandas!

Everywhere Lu Deng went, he ignited the anger of the fans. They yelled, shouted, cursed, and raised their middle fingers at Lu Deng even more frantically, and some took out their mobile phones to film Lu Deng.

Slowly, Lu Deng felt it, as if this was the familiar taste for him.

It would be nice if I could scold each other.

But no, the reporters who came up in a circle followed Lu Deng.

They had never seen such an entrance ceremony, the little emperor James was crazy enough to throw magnesium powder, and every time he went to a city, he would get countless angry scoldings, and even then there was no Lu Dengmad.

The basketball in Lu Deng's hand is like a war knife and a flag, and he wants to plant the war knife and flag at the highest point of the city and swear hegemony over the city.

After a lap, Lu Deng was not nervous at all.

Nervousness is like a durian, walking around, it is like cutting the durian open, and seeing the flesh inside is far from being as repulsive as the hard thorns wrapped outside!

The fruit metaphor doesn't seem quite right.

It's more like this, the stadium is a pot of hot water, Lu Deng is a cup of cold water, this lap, Lu Deng's cup of cold water has heated up, and the temperature of the stadium is the same, and the two sides have resonated and adapted!

Lu Deng was completely relaxed, he couldn't wait to cool down the stadium with a goal!

The game was about to start and the venue was about to be cleared, and a reporter hurriedly grabbed Lu Deng and asked, "What do you mean by holding the ball around the court?" Is it a provocation? ”

Lu Deng smiled: "No, no, no, I never provoke, I am saluting all the fans." At the end of the day, the fans are the parents of the players! Without fans, athletes are nothing, let alone famous, so every player should thank the fans, and you should thank the media, thank you. ”

The reporter was very emotional when he heard it, look at Lu Deng's quality! Must like!

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