Chapter 67: The Untouchables and the Geniuses

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"Damn it!" Spike Lee stood up and roared at Yu Fei, "That's not what you're supposed to do!" You hateful rookie doesn't have any clamor capital at all! ”

"Spree will teach you a lesson!"

Yu Fei annoyed MSG fans, not only for his additional action of pulling the basket after the dunk, but also for his 100% recreation of Westbrook's classic celebration after landing - an action that every Weishao fan will remember, receiving Durant's empty pass, catching the ball, and striding completely forgetful after completing the split.

"This kid is such a blockbuster." Johnny Bach, the assistant coach of the Wizards, lamented, "There is no better stage than MSG." ”

Jordan sat quietly and saw Yu Fei show off his talent to the fullest, a feeling he could no longer touch.

Despite his unattainable skills, he struggles at nights when he can't find his touch, like tonight.

And as long as Yu Fei appears, he is like a monster who has broken free from the chains, and he can see the talent at a glance.

Compared to Kwame Brown, he is more of a champion.

The hateful thing is that this winning ticket, which has already been scratched out 1/3, is completely disrespectful to itself.

Jordan could clearly feel the teenager's disgust with him from Yu Fei, and what puzzled him the most was that he didn't know where he had left a bad impression on the other party.

In fact, Jordan hasn't seriously managed a relationship for a long time.

It has always been only others who stammered him and endured his bad temper and mockery, while Yu Fei only showed zero tolerance for his temper and trash talk, which made Jordan feel uncomfortable.

This is why Yu Fei feels that Jordan still has a long way to go as a person.

Because he has been a god for so long that he can't recognize the difference between the divine realm and reality.

The current Yu Fei has no time to care about Jordan, he has to meet Sprewell's tsunami offensive.

"Your dunk is beautiful, but I don't like your celebration." Sprewell put it bluntly, "That's not what a rookie should do." ”

Yu Fei's response was something his teammates didn't want to hear: "Oh yes, I don't know what not to do on the court besides pinching my neck." ”

At this moment, Sprewell's facial expression changed drastically, which was even more terrifying than the change in Naruto's expression after Payne stabbed Hinata in front of Naruto.

Yu Fei's trash talk brought Sprewell's mind back to four years ago, the afternoon that brought his career to its lowest point.

Suddenly, he went from being a promising young player to a pariah in the eyes of the media.

The week that Sprewell nearly strangled P.J. Callesimo was attacked by the nationwide press with 484 articles blaming him (2), he lost almost everything he had earned for his hard work.

The spotlight of the Big Apple and the support from the outside world put Sprewell back into stardom, and he thought he wouldn't be reminiscing about the past.

Then, Yu Fei's trash talk brought bad associations.

"Looks like no one taught you how to talk well!" Sprewell said viciously, leaning against Yu Fei and opening his hand to ask for the ball.

Yu Fei wants to use his arm span to defend in front, Sprewell weighs only 190 pounds, and in terms of physique, he has no advantage, but he is on par with Yu Fei in terms of strength.

This reminded Yu Fei that he still needs to work hard in the power room, and it is not enough to be on par with Sprewell, because the latter itself is not a striker who is good at confrontation.

Even, there is no sense of disobedience to Sprewell as a No. 2 position. If it weren't for Alan Houston's difficulty in adapting to the confrontation at the No. 3 position, Sprewell would have played at the No. 2 position.

Yu Fei failed to play to his physical advantage, as Sprewell's core strength was stable enough to keep him firmly under pressure and cause a foul.

The referee's attitude was not to allow Yu Fei to take obvious offense to Sprewell's cylinder, so Yu Fei changed his strategy.

Then, Sprewell made a lightning first step, breaking through Yu Fei's defense and accelerating to score a layup.

"I'll teach you how to speak!" Sprewell yelled.

While Sprewell was teaching the rookie a lesson, MSG's cheers and curses also sounded, and that momentum was also the first time Yu Fei had encountered it.

Yu Fei understands New Yorkers' love for Sprewell very well, because the public's dislike of sports stars is cyclical, unless it is a stable and wholesome life like Irving, otherwise, like Kobe Bryant after the Eagle County incident, James who made a decision against his ancestors, and Durant, who took the most difficult road, as long as he plays an amazing performance on the court, even the most despicable malice in the world will be eliminated by the visual stimulation that rushes straight to the eyeballs.

Sprewell did a tiny job — helping the team reach the Finals after the Ewing season was reimbursed as a key player for the 99 Knicks, and then he became the most popular basketball player in New York State, both on the court and at the mall, and even New Yorkers found his capricious temperament and occasionally reckless style of play acceptable and regarded it as his personal charm.

This is New York, a city that worships sports heroes to the point of pathology, and they love stars who can "start all over again," like the drugged and criminal scum like Lawrence Taylor (NFL star), Dwight Gooden (MLB star) and Darryl Strawberry (MLB star) when they return to the court on behalf of the New York sports team. They were all treated like heroes.

However, Yu Fei didn't think that Sprewell could let him keep his mouth shut.

This is something that even Jordan has not done, even the 38-year-old Jordan is more powerful than the current Sprewell.

Yu Fei controlled the ball, and Sprewell's defensive intensity was obviously outperforming, and he even ignored the rules and used his hands in the front court to block Yu Fei's advance.

Rookies have no human rights, and it is useless for Yu Fei to protest, he can only protect the ball with his back and pass the ball to Chris Whitney to complete the handover.

Leitner asked for a high position and was ready to do the shaft.

It's the way Collins likes to play.

However, due to the well-known contradictions between Yu Fei and Leitner, the two of them are destined to not have a good result.

When Yu cut through the air, Leitner opted to give the ball to Hamilton, who was one step open inside the three-point line.

Hamilton catches the ball and shoots straight away.

"Bang!"

How pleasant it is to strike iron in this life.

Yu Fei doesn't know why outside stars in this era like to take two points inside the three-point line.

No, not all.

At least Sprewell is smart, he knows that three points are one more point than two.

Within seconds, Sprewell came to the frontcourt, and since there was no one in front of him, he made a three-point shot directly.

This is a goal that refreshes Yu Fei's cognition.

It's 2001, and someone is chasing three points in the counterattack fast break with more hits?

And it was Sprewell, a guy who seemed completely impossible to have this kind of insight.

"Huh!"

Sprewell hit a three-pointer to extend the deficit to 12 points, and Collins called a timeout.

With three minutes left in the first quarter, Collins still didn't bring on Kwame Brown.

Christian Leitner and useless Jasidy White, who brought personal vendetta to the court, were substituted, Popayer Jones came on for the number five, Tyrone Nesby came on for the number three, and Yu Fei proposed for the number four.

After reading his own lineup, Yu Fei couldn't laugh if he wanted to.

The only of the five on the court that can be counted as a space point is Whitney, who shot 27% from three-point range last season...

It's really about muscle basketball, and whoever shoots three points is a dog.

"Frye, listen, I need you to build an edge against Kurt Thomas." Collins elaborated, "You're against a solid Sapper No. 4 who only has a mid-range shot on the left side of the offensive end, and he doesn't have to worry about the confrontation, he's lighter than you... If you can establish a counterpoint advantage, we can free up Rip. ”

Collins has a lot of shortcomings, kneeling and licking Jordan, emotional instability, etc., however, he also has the advantage that as a basketball expert, the on-field guidance he gives is usually effective.

While many coaches are known for their poor on-court adaptability, Collins is the opposite, and has a reputation in professional basketball as "if you can call a timeout in every offensive round, Doug Collins will win every game".

Even under the premise of "all the coaches in history", Collins' on-the-spot response is top-notch.

After listening to his words, Yu Fei asked rhetorically: "I can understand that I have been given full authority to deal with the offensive of the position?" ”

"Michael is resting anyway, you can understand that." Collins chuckled.

"OK, as the temporary core of the Wizards, I have a suggestion."

"Say."

"Let me play the number three position and Kwame play the number four position."

"Good advice," Collins still smiled, "but I refuse, Kwame isn't ready." ”

Yu Fei was speechless, Collins wanted Brown to play a little role on the court, and he would not see him useless.

This is Yu Fei's second attempt to get Brown into the rotation.

But he failed because he lacked one of the most crucial things, which was authority at the core.

If it's Jordan, one sentence is enough.

And Yu Fei can't, he's just a temporary core.

Before going on the court, Yu Fei took a deep look at Brown and expressed regret for what happened to him.

Dude did his best, you just continue to sit on that little bench and hunt the coach's mother.

(1) This figure is not the number I am compiling, the New York Times gave in 2000 in the whitewashing article for madmen, but I don't know if the author of the article made it up.

PS: The shelf time should be twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow, if I'm not mistaken... It's the last day of the month, so let's ask for a monthly pass in a small voice.