basketball never sleeps

Chapter 242 The Highest Mountain

After the game, even though the Pistons were a little discouraged, they did not rush to the player tunnel.

"Congratulations, you little bastard. You've set another record. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment bullying us old guys?!" Billups gritted his teeth and punched Mo Wen's chest twice.

He also got 11 assists tonight, setting a new season high in assists, but compared to Mo Wen's astonishing 32 assists, he seemed a bit clownish.

Even though he did not approve of the basketball that Mo Wen was playing now, he had to admire Mo Wen's achievements.

From the perspective of ordinary fans, 32 assists are impressive, but if you want to say how shocking it is, unless the media comes out to brag about it, it would be a little lacking in meaning and would not be as intuitive as the explosive scoring data.

After all, assists are an art. To say the least, only a point guard who has mastered the art can appreciate the "beauty" of it.

To get an assist does not mean you can just throw the ball when your teammate is in an open position. A truly effective pass is when your teammate is in an open position, and you have to continue to deceive the person against him so that he cannot react immediately.

In short, it's one deception after another.

But neither Billups nor Sanders expected that Mo Wen would have such a perverted grasp of this kind of timing and opportunity.

Almost 90% of the passes throughout the game were effective.

This has slowly dragged the Pistons' rotation into a vicious cycle.

Because rotation has limited effect in the face of effective passing, the Pistons players' enthusiasm for rotation will gradually weaken. From mental reaction to reality, the speed of defense will decrease, and then it will be even more difficult to rotate, and finally they will be defeated by Mo Wen in the third quarter.

"I think it's okay. Since I get three times your salary, isn't it normal for me to have three times your stats?"

Mo Wen maintained a calm tone, without showing much boasting in his eyes, but rather an expression that was as if it was a matter of course.

Damn it, even though Mo Wen didn't hit him back, Billups still felt like his heart was stabbed.

To be honest, if Mo Wen showed off his game data to him, he really wouldn't be broken. After all, no matter how impressive the data was, it was just a win or loss in the regular season, and the Pistons didn't lose badly, but just became a background board again.

If they want to win, they have to pay the corresponding chips as a price. They can't even say they regret it, it's just that they are not as skilled as others.

But if you talk to him about annual salary, he is really a bit broke, because his annual salary this year is really only 3 skins.

"Fuck, don't even think about running away. If I don't give each of us a Supreme Dragon Fruit Plate, you can't leave Detroit." At the end, Billups poked Mo Wen again.

Several old teammates from the Pistons also congratulated him fiercely.

"Thank you, kid." Finally, Sanders, whose face turned a little pale, clapped and greeted Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was a little confused and leaned back subconsciously. Didn’t I become a background board for you guys? Why are you still thanking me?
Hiss——Could it be?

"I have to thank you for going to the West. If you were still in the East, I might have considered retiring." Sanders said with a wry smile.

Saunders brought humiliation to the team with his decision, and he shouldn't have smiled.

But when he thought about it, he realized that he was now in the Eastern Conference and only had to play two games with Mo Wen a year, while those teams in the Western Conference had to play three or four games with Mo Wen, and they would also meet Mo Wen in the playoffs.

A feeling of revolutionary optimism emerged from his heart.

Anyway, there are only about two games in a season.

Every failure is a lesson for you.

He looked at old Hill, who had little presence, with envy.

There is a player in the team who can assist 30+ times. To put it bluntly, it would be fine for the coach to just be responsible for ordering takeout.

After returning to the locker room, someone remembered to ask Mo Wen to write 32 on the record sheet, a complete Chamberlain imitation show.

It was a bit awkward, but after thinking about it, Mo Wen felt that it might be possible to come up with something new.

He wrote 32, and wrote below it: "You are all my wings"

Then he asked his teammates to stand on both sides, while he himself turned his back to everyone.

It doesn't seem to make any sense, but the picture is very impactful.

The reporters at the scene were all stunned.

Can Mo Wen’s assist ability also be effective off the court?
Love it! Love it!
The premise of "Greatness needs no words" is that someone has said it for you.

32 assists is indeed something to be modest about.

These are the data I earned with my own blood and sweat, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

In Mo Wen's plan, he will definitely compete for the MVP. Although he is now far ahead in both team record and personal data, he will definitely give up the ball after the team gradually gets on track.

If the Sonics' configuration was like the 76ers, with a group of people responsible for defense and offensive rebounds, and the offense depended on him, there would be no problem playing like this.

However, even if each of the Sonics' rookies is very talented, it is impossible for them to develop such a mature defensive system, and he might even have to share his physical strength in defense by then.

Then the teammates will definitely be required to have a certain level, and giving up the ball to train teammates is a necessary path.

By then, a decline in one's own data is inevitable, and even the team's record will fluctuate.

So the best way is to kill the suspense at the very beginning.

……

Los Angeles.

After a busy day, Master Ke Shi gave the opportunity to be interviewed after the game to Paul, who had 9 assists tonight.

32 points, an easy victory, plus Jay Z's new album, are enough to reward Master Ko's fiery Mamba soul.

There were several senior reporters and Chinese media outside the locker room, all waiting for interviews, but they did not come over when they saw him.

The players have some time to bathe before the interview in the locker room.

Kobe could probably guess what they were asking.

The graceful and perfect fadeaway shot in the second quarter, the pull-up layup that he dodged ten thousand hands in the third quarter, oh, he even passed the ball to Paul for an alley-oop dunk when he was in a good mood.

Sure enough, after winning the game, the whole world became kinder.

After finishing the post-game interview, Paul returned to the bathroom and heard Kobe's happy humming in the cubicle. His brain, which had been stunned by the news, started working again. He opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Not long after, he suddenly thought of something and quickly shut his mouth, finishing his shower at the speed of light like a boy who was about to start a game.

He asked for leave from the Zen Master and the press officer, and was exempted from the position at tonight's press conference. He quickly dealt with several reporters' interviews in the locker room. He acted as if he had something to do, and hurriedly pulled Kwame Brown, who was confused, away.

"Bro, what happened? You're in such a hurry, as if you're trying to avoid Kobe's extra practice." Kwame Brown asked curiously.

In the parking lot, Paul glanced at the Ferrari 360 parked next to his car, which was Kobe's car. After finding his own car, he got in without any delay.

"You should go check what happened tonight."

Kwame Brown was a little confused and took out his phone to check, but before his news interface came up, Paul's car radio was already blaring -

[I still insist that Magic is the better point guard, because there is one thing Magic can never do. ]

【What? 】

[Magic can play center, can Mo? ]

[That's right...wait, when did the top center become the standard for point guard? Let's talk about whether Chris can get 32 ​​assists in a single game like Mo? ]

[Don't even think about it. Kobe and Sprewell both like to dribble the ball after catching it, and Brown has butter hands. The only reliable Lamar (Odom) has the same passing point as him...]

"Which radio station is talking nonsense?" Kwame Brown frowned, looking disgusted.

"What nonsense?"

"They actually said Mo scored 32 assists in a single game. Isn't that bullshit enough? It's obviously 32 points, the same as Kobe. Bullshit, they can't even say the right words."

"What if they're right?"

Paul took out his cell phone and said this. How come he forgot to charge it again?

I held down the power button until the almost fully charged phone was forced into sleep mode, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Right? ...Fuck!"

As if he understood something, Kwame Brown's phone ran out of battery at the right time. However, the gas in their cars was full and they were driving quite fast.

On the other side, Kobe, who was being interviewed, had the gentle smile on his face disappear without a trace.

The score was tied with Mo Wen's assist, which turned Kobe's complacency into shame and anger.

He got 32 assists, but he was actually happy about 32!
After the interview, Odom, who was still thinking about the young model in the club, looked at the familiar training hall a little dazed.

No, what the hell are you doing? Is this still Los Angeles at 10 o'clock?

"Those two cowards ran pretty fast. It's okay, Lamar. We're at home the day after tomorrow. If they don't come, we can just make do with the two of us." Kobe threw his basketball bag into Odom's arms, picked up his equipment and got out of the car.

Odom blinked and slowly came to his senses. "Fuck, Dad!"

……

"I know he can do it. I always believe that the so-called assist records, all assist records, will be stepping stones for him. Unfortunately, I can't be by his side to witness it all."

"We have always been brothers, really. It seems like yesterday that we won the championship together, but he has continued his legend. Although I have some problems at the moment, I believe everything will pass."

"Of course I can't compete with Mo in organizing the team. This is not what I am good at, but I will work harder and work harder to write a good story for the Heat."

In front of the camera, Wade's smile was a little forced.

They only beat the Bucks by two points tonight, and the Bucks had never won a game before that.

——We almost lost to Myanmar.

You have to know that last season, if the Bucks could survive half the game against them, it was not garbage time, it was a success.

Considering that O'Neal and Peja are out with injuries, and Cassell can only play half the game while recovering, the problem is actually not that serious.

But the Heat fans have been spoiled by the previous two seasons, and the Heat players have been booed by home fans many times, which has also affected Wade's mentality.

The broken family atmosphere, the poor team performance, the pressure from Van Gaal, Riley's roar, the boos from the fans, the doubts from the media...

The weight of the crown was beyond Wade's imagination.

It’s the 153rd day since Mo Wen left. I miss him.

……

"The strongest defense forces the strongest pass. Maybe 32 assists in a single game is not his limit!"

《This is an ultimate personal heroism team victory! 》

"Deeply explore the technical details of the point guard god, more delicate than Jordan!"

"Magician: I'm fine, but I may not have much time left!"

"Jordan: The Bulls don't have many assists because I don't need them!"

Overnight, the entire basketball world was filled with news about Mo Wen breaking the single-game assist record.

At Stern's instruction, the league fully mobilized its publicity machine to build momentum for Mo Wen.

He also doesn't want to invest so many resources in a foreigner, but what to do when there are so few capable local players?
The NBA makes its living by relying on its stars. Without popular stars, the commercial value of the league will decline.

Kobe Bryant didn't play 81 in this time and space and is still slowly washing his whitewash, Iverson is still struggling in the transfer farce, McGrady is alone watching Houston, O'Neal is no longer as brave as he used to be and only has the fame of five championships left, and James... the future is promising.

Stern can only hope Wade doesn't wane again.

We don't ask him to perform at his peak of 10 points last year, but if he can get 9 points, he can also produce a pair of heroes.

Things like Mo Wen breaking the assist record are actually very much to his liking. Breaking the record can attract the attention of fans without being too over the top.

To put it bluntly, whether an assist can be included in the data sheet depends on whether your teammates can make the shot.

Assists data naturally means sharing the glory with teammates.

If Mo Wen scored 81 points at this time, Stern might have to consider fixing the BUG.

Looking at the newspaper full of praise, Mo Wen just glanced at it and threw it aside.

He still has a long career ahead of him, and before he earns enough signal blockers (to block the dungeon space), he must try his best to ensure that he is in good physical condition to play dungeons.

In other words, better days are yet to come.

He had almost no idea about the "Longest River". For ordinary people, the 411 Project was only 20 years, but for him, he could experience 20 seasons of games in the dungeon in one year. It was difficult for him to guarantee whether he would not lose control of his emotions one day in the future and bring the crazy behavior in the dungeon into reality.

But as for the highest mountain - any mountain, he wants to climb it.

The hard work he endured in the copy must not be in vain, he has to carry a bag of rice to several floors!
……

"Is there really no other way?"

In the chairman's office of KeyArena in Seattle, Bennett was smoking a cigar and speaking in a low voice.

"I learned how to run a team well, how to draft, how to adjust player relationships, how to handle trades, and even consulted Popovich about how to tank, but I never learned how to ruin a team."

Presti spread his hands, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"We have won 13 games in a row. We have even recovered our operating costs by selling season tickets. If nothing unexpected happens, our income this season will be considerable. I expect us to at least make it to the second round of the playoffs. By then, the subsidy from the bet with the municipal government will be enough for us to carry out preliminary renovations on the arena..."

"So, as a manager, I suggest you treat your current team as a good business."

Recently, everyone's attention has been diverted because Mo Wen broke the record. Only a few people noticed that the Supersonics have now won 13 consecutive games. For a team that has undergone a large-scale replacement of its players, this record is simply magical.

In order to discourage fans from playing, the Supersonics raised ticket prices unreasonably after the last game.

However, it unexpectedly completed a wave of price increases to clear inventory. Knowing that the Sonics' future ticket prices may continue to increase depending on their performance, many fans who originally had no intention of buying tickets also began to prevent further price increases and bought tickets for self-defense.

"Damn it, I just want to bring a team to Oklahoma, why is it so hard?"

……

On the other side, after leaving Detroit, the entire Supersonics team crossed the US-Canada border and arrived in Toronto.

The Raptors are still maintaining the same performance curve as last year this year. After a slight struggle at the start of the season, they went straight for the No. 1 pick.

Their biggest reinforcement this summer was the tall Italian No. 1 pick Bagnani.

Bosh felt more pain than Carter once did. He and Carter were not in the same position at all, but Bargnani was in the same position as him.

In order to give Bargnani time and opportunities to practice, he sometimes has to abandon his mature power forward position and play center.

Bosh's agent had previously asked the Raptors management why they renewed his contract in advance and then chose a competitor to disgust him.

But the fact is, the Raptors management was unwilling to trade the No. 1 pick directly, even though it was a weak draft year, so they selected Bargnani, who looked good, and planned to use him to exchange for some chips that would suit Bosh.

This idea is like having money but not spending it directly, but spending it to open the blind boxes and then selling them second-hand for money.

As expected, the top pick fell into his hands.

The Raptors have basically not strengthened their outside line, which is their most urgent need. Even the "undercover" Eddie Jones who helped the Lakers get Paul was reluctant to cut. Although he has a garbage contract with an annual salary of tens of millions, which has caused the Raptors to pay luxury tax, he still scored 12 points last season, averaging 5 3-pointers per game, and his 36% three-point shooting percentage is barely acceptable. If the Raptors want to find someone of the same level, they don't have the salary space to sign him.

Originally in history, if there hadn't been that stupid trade of Babcock, the Raptors would now have TJ Ford on the outside and room to sign Anthony Parker who returned from Europe. It should have been a season of rise, but who would have thought that just because of a trade, the Raptors would now have to accumulate talent.

Mo Wen didn't put much effort into it. After getting the basic data of 20 points and 10 assists, he passed the ball to his teammates to practice.

There is a big gap in talent between the two teams. Mo Wen is not on the court and Ray Allen is just slacking off, but the rest of the players can suppress this Raptors team.

The current coach of the Raptors, Casey, is also quite single. When he saw Mo Wen was in such a hot state on the court, he voted after only making a symbolic resistance.

The regular season had been going on for a while, and Bosh saw the situation clearly. He was working with the team to start the game while brushing up his stats. However, the current level of the Raptors' outside players could not provide him with much help. Media experts and even scouts said that 07 was a big year for the draft, so it would be better to wait for another year for a good helper.

After a moderate contest between the two sides, the Supersonics easily won the game with a score of 120:106 against the Raptors.

Because they had relatively more time, Mo Wen took Milicic to visit Bosh's house as usual.

I don't know when this old guy got a new girlfriend. He knows this girl, and she was one of Bosh's girlfriends in college.

"Don't look at me like that. Allison and I are serious about this." Bosh said softly and firmly while his girlfriend was preparing food.

Mo Wen and Milicic nodded in unison, without any teasing in the slightest.

They both believed that Bosh was truly in love this time, because this girl was so... correct. In the opening ceremony of the future Paris Olympics, there will be men and women, as well as men who have turned into women, but the only type missing will be those who look like her... No kidding, if this girl cuts her hair she can be brothers with Mike Epps.

If Mo Wen remembers correctly, in the future there will be fans voting for the most beautiful NBA wives, and these ladies can be said to have single-handedly held up the entire list.

After a simple meal, the man should go to where men stay.

"There's nothing wrong with you now. You have the ball and no pressure of performance. You should get the salary you deserve. Slowly practice your mid-range and long-range shots more steadily. It would be better if you could practice three-pointers. I can't imagine how strong you will be in the future." Mo Wen wanted to comfort his friend.

Bosh sighed, looking as vicissitudes of life as a junior high school student who had been heartbroken.

"Honestly, I don't have much hope for those idiots in the management. If there is no help next year, I will apply for a trade."

"Just watch you guys enjoy the cheers in the playoffs. I don't even know what the playoffs feel like."

"Comfortable environment, cold weather, and poor performance year after year. I'm really afraid that if I keep repeating this, I'll be ruined." Bosh downed a glass of tequila in one gulp, his eyes full of confusion.

But this time it was Milicic's turn to pat Bosh on the shoulder...

Leaving Toronto, the Supersonics turned and headed for Philadelphia.

But unexpectedly, just after getting off the plane, a piece of news that shocked the entire league came out from this area.

(End of this chapter)