basketball never sleeps

Chapter 250 Not Strong Enough

"Fuck, old man, how can you not touch such a big space?"

"Look at your clumsy steps, Laettner. Basketball saved you. Otherwise, no one would want you even if you were working as a bricklayer at a construction site!"

"Tyron, are you an NBA player? You are so hesitant to shoot at such a close distance. Go down and get some sleep if you are still asleep!"

"Why are there only two of you? Please, you scumbags, can you send two more to double-team me, so that my wimpy teammate can get a feel for the dunk."

On the court, a man wearing a blue and white jersey with a C logo on it was practicing the purest Zaun spirit. While playing basketball, he sprayed 1 at 9 people, like a tyrant on the court, trying to destroy everyone on the court with his actions and words.

"Calm down, T-mac, calm down." The referee who was following the man reminded him in a trembling voice, with sweat dripping down his face. If it weren't for the fact that the man in front of him was so powerful that he intimidated the people on both sides, he would most likely become the first NBA player to be beaten up by opponents and teammates.

But the man in front of him only gave him a contemptuous back.

No one has ever seen "McGrady" as violent as he is today.

The camera swept across the audience seats on the sidelines, and found that many believers took out cross jewelry and prayed to the figure on the field.

From the impression of a taciturn loner to a manic who kills indiscriminately, they go from one extreme to another without any warning. Except that they are possessed by a demon, they can no longer find a more appropriate reason.

The Magic's general manager on the sidelines tried his best to purse his lips, trying to use this method to fight against his trembling lips.

"He's crazy, hahahaha, I told you that he's not... unworthy of being a core player. I told you that he should be willing to die for his teammates, but look at him, it's clear that he wants his teammates to die!"

"He's not crazy, John." The bald coach on the sidelines took in everything on the field and murmured, "If he had shown such strength before, everything he did was right... His performance today, at least today, he is not crazy."

Perhaps his harshness and arrogance towards his teammates made people too uncomfortable. I don't know who started it, but the entire Magic home court erupted in thunderous boos.

Phew!
But the man on the field didn't seem to be scared at all. He put his hands to his ears, like an extended radio fan, trying to take in all the boos.

The referee blew his whistle, interrupting it all before the volcano erupted.

Before Mo Wen had time to fully enjoy the boos, he was pushed back to the player tunnel by the referee.

This is not an eviction, the copy is not over.

"You shouldn't do that." The bald coach named Johnny stood next to Mo Wen.

"What should I be like?" Mo Wen asked perfunctorily while chewing the gum he took from the NPC.

"You shouldn't have done that before." Coach Johnny's eyes were complicated. Although the McGrady in front of him really looked like a madman, when he watched the ball, every ball he played was full of "reasonable" and "perfect".

"If you had done this earlier..."

"He is not him, and I am not me." Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this bald guy had been his teammate in the ancient copy?
"You..." The bald man widened his eyes.

"Make them look like normal players, or replace them with normal people. You may not see me after today."

Being suspected by NPCs has become the norm for him in the dungeon. Each dungeon is like a real parallel universe, but here he only has games and no life. He can neither understand nor empathize with them.

Every person and every team has their own shackles, and one of the few entertainments he has in the dungeon is to use his strength to break these shackles.

During the halftime break, the Magic players in the Magic locker room, who were full of complaints, sat there like quails, mumbling. General Manager Weisbrod looked pale, and the fist marks on the iron door of the locker blocked his planned roar.

Mo Wen just quietly listened to music with headphones and took a nap in his dream.

In the second half, the mountains remain unchanged.

The Magic players found that as long as they kept a calm mind and played normally, everything seemed to be fine...it even became easier for them to play.

There is no chemical reaction to speak of, it's simply backward compatibility.

Even when double-teamed by two or three people, that guy could always find a gap to pass the ball.

The person receiving the ball doesn’t have to be comfortable, nor should he be in his sweet spot, but whether it’s a pass or a drive to the basket, as long as he acts like an NBA player, he can always get data.

And once the opposing Wizards players reduced their double-team on him.

He can use his signature scoring skills to humiliate defenders, and his efficiency is far better than before.

Coach Eddie Jordan, who looked three years younger in the copy, was a little overwhelmed when he saw McGrady, who looked strange yet a little familiar.

They could only watch "McGrady" score points crazily and lead his teammates to widen the score gap little by little.

The Magic fans on the sidelines wanted to boo him after seeing his arrogant performance, but as the game continued, his statistics became more and more exaggerated, and the boos turned into silence, and then from silence to scattered "MVP"

When his personal score exceeded 70 points, the fans who had been booing him just now started shouting MVP at him at the same volume!

However, this time Mo Wen did not continue to pretend to "listen" but instead placed his index finger in front of his lips.

Shut up.

……

Early in the morning, on time, Master Mo, who had been busy in the dungeon all night, could finally open his eyes and take a rest.

He swallowed hard twice, and everything in the copy was put back into the deepest part of his memory.

After taking a cold shower, I finally managed to calm my excited second brother down after much persuasion.

It is said that the wives of NBA players are basketball widows because they often don’t see their husbands for a week or two due to away games.

But the players may not feel any better, especially those like him who are very self-disciplined.

When I was in the East, I went to New York and Chicago more often, and I could ask Ivanka for logistical support. But after coming to the West, it became a lot more troublesome.

Mo Wen called his cell phone and found a text message from Guy.

Several young people on the team have already started in the team's temporary training hall in Houston.

When traveling to away games and there is a game two days later, the players will not go home. Basically, they will temporarily rent a training hall in the away game to help the players burn off their energy.

When Mo Wen arrived at the stadium, Gay, Millsap and others' sweat shirts were already transparent, revealing their nipples.

Even expensive perfume couldn't cover up their masculine scent.

For some reason, Mo Wen suddenly thought of Brother Ben. After hearing Hamilton complain on the phone, Brother Ben became a different person after getting the big contract.

The smell of perfume from head to toe mixed with his muscular afro makes him look like a gay.

Originally, Mo Wen just spent most of his time in the gym, leaving the task of coaching the rookies to Payton. After all, the old guy basically doesn't play now, and he can't just take the salary for nothing. The base salary of less than one million is not much compared to those who play on the court.

Compared with the salary of ordinary people, the average annual salary of a decent undergraduate in the United States is less than 4 US dollars these days. For someone like Payton who dropped out of college and has no diploma, the average annual salary is only over 2 US dollars.

Ray Allen's injury made Mo Wen realize that he could not count on God's favor to assume that the team's lineup was complete.

So, he has recently changed his mind and takes time out from time to time to train these "kids".

"What are we practicing today, boss?" Guy asked when he saw Mo Wen coming.

"Layup." Mo Wen was doing warm-up exercises without any emotion, which made several young people on the court couldn't help but lament.

They had always wanted Mo Wen to teach them one or two "cool" tricks, but Mo Wen was like an old master who cherished his own skills and only knew how to help them hone their basics.

What's so good about practicing a layup? Everyone has been practicing it since beginners. It's just like the simplest push shot in football. After practicing for so many years, there's no reason why you would miss.

Mo Wen ignored their complaints. Even after practicing Dugu Nine Swords at the rookie level, he could still only cut rapeseed flowers.

Look at the group of guards in the CBA later. They had American-style ball control and superstar shooting packages, but what was the use if they couldn’t make the shot in the end.

American experts' evaluation of the Chinese team's performance in the 90s was: except for shooting, everything else was very bad.

As a result, 30 years later, shooting was gone and all that was left was bad.

Most of the fancy goals in the NBA are actually the result of a flash of inspiration and shooting instinct after years of basic training.

Guy pressed the ball with both hands, although he was a little dissatisfied, but he and Mo Wen had played one-on-one against each other every day before, and he knew that his basic skills were indeed not good enough in the eyes of the other party.

"If you can, I suggest you try not to dunk except on fast breaks."

After disrupting Guy's shot again, Mo Wen suggested.

"Why? My agent advised me to dunk if I can, because that will attract more fans faster. My college coach also encouraged me to score in this way, which is more stable. Layups are too easy to be disturbed." Guy asked puzzled.

"It's hard for Tyson to find other efficient ways to score besides dunking, so I don't expect him to develop and learn, but I don't want you to become a blue-collar worker. You have to know that dunking can't help you find your shooting touch, dunking can only destroy your touch."

There are too many talented and capable people in the Supersonics, and Gay is destined not to get as many opportunities as he did in the Grizzlies in history.

Ray Allen developed in the 3D direction because he had already developed the ball-handling ability, but Gay's continued use of blue-collar or 3D styles would only completely destroy his weak ball-handling ability.

Guy thought about it and wanted to refute out of his young instinct, but then he found that what Mo Wen said seemed to make sense.

……

November 12, Toyota Center.

From the moment he started his entrance ceremony, McGrady exuded a dark aura.

Looking at his expression, Mo Wen really felt that he had lost out by not trading Yao Ming to the Supersonics.

Take a look at the Rockets' lineup.

As far as the inside is concerned, it's really not bad, with the talented little shark Bynum, the rare space inside player Murphy, the old and aging Uncle Huo, and Swift who accidentally hit his hand...

It's not as good as when Yao Ming was there, but in this era of declining inside players, it can still rank among the top ten in the league.

However, if you have never possessed anything in this world, you will only have a little greed in your heart, which can be suppressed. But once you have it and lose it, it will turn into deep hatred and regret that is difficult to let go.

McGrady was like this, and so were the Rockets fans. McGrady quietly observed Mo Wen, who was chatting and laughing with his teammates.

I didn't see anything special.

But at only 22 years old, Mo Wen has already become a model of success in the league.

And what about yourself?

In the Raptors, he was looked down upon. He had talent and strength but could only watch his cousin standing in front of the stage enjoying the glory and fame; in the Magic, he gained the reputation he wanted, but the teammate he most expected could not even be a helper, and the team was unwilling to build a team around him; he found the helper he desired, but the team fell apart after only two seasons.

He knew his comments were motivated purely by jealousy.

But God is unfair and doesn’t allow him to be jealous?

Mo Wen may be doing better than himself in many aspects now, but he has always been confident in himself.

Mo Wen noticed Maddie's eyes, but didn't think about communicating with him.

He has no shame at all, so why should he give him any face?

Mo Wen did not say anything harsh in the pre-match interview, nor did he say any hypocritical words. He just held up four fingers... bah, five fingers.

Before the game, Hill rarely arranged the main position tactics.

Each of the Rockets players has significant defensive loopholes, and they can achieve good offensive efficiency without running fast breaks.

Without the Rockets, the Supersonics will have to play a back-to-back game with the Mavericks, and it is obviously more important to conserve energy to play against the Mavericks.

As for McGrady’s previous remarks against Mo Wen… who is McGrady without Yao Ming?

After the game started, McGrady kept trying to find shots on Mo Wen.

The confrontations in the previous two seasons made McGrady very clear that Mo Wen was strong on both offense and defense, and his statistics would definitely skyrocket once he led the team independently.

But what he didn't expect was that Mo Wen could become even stronger based on his previous strength.

In terms of strength, he felt that the person in front of him was no less than the little Malone in Los Angeles. In terms of speed, it was becoming easier and easier for him to keep up with his first step. Even Mo Wen's originally despised bounce could bring him a considerable threat when blocking.

From the ball confrontation, to the first step block, to the turnaround jump shot, Mo Wen seemed to be more familiar with him than Kobe, who had practiced with him for another summer.

He and Mo Wen had only fought a few rounds, so it was definitely not experience that allowed Mo Wen to do this.

Is this what it means to be 22 years old?

Maddie couldn't help but feel jealous again.

Back on the defensive end, McGrady was rarely timid and looked to face off against Mo Wen.

Obviously he also knows what kind of people his teammates on the back line are.

The Rockets signed Bonzi Wells in the summer and have the conditions to defend Mo Wen, but his bad character caused him to have a lot of conflicts with Xiao Fan some time ago, and he is still in the DNP sequence.

Mo Wen didn't be polite to McGrady. Although playing against the Rockets' other outside players and playing in the interior with mismatches were very cost-effective, today was not the time to consider cost-effectiveness.

After a fake shot from under his crotch and a half-body advantage, Mo Wen used his shoulder to block McGrady's position. He took two steps forward and watched Murphy return to defense. Without passing the ball, he turned his back and leaned forward, then shook his shoulder after dribbling the ball.

McGrady thought Mo Wen was going to collect the ball and turn around for a jump shot, and his center of gravity was lifted, but he saw Mo Wen leaning over and pushing past him into the restricted area.

Seeing Mo Wen taking off, Murphy, who was guarding the inside, was prepared to be knocked down but still went forward to meet him.

But Mo Wen's original dunk posture turned in the air, his elbow retracted, and his forearm holding the ball swung to the side, avoiding Murphy's only possibility of blocking, and his little hand spun the ball into the goal.

The secret of the jelly layup - you can dunk, but it is not necessary.

Maddie glanced at Murphy, and Murphy glanced at Maddie.

In the next round, he used similar means to score a goal over Mo Wen's head.

McGrady is also a very emotional player. When the Magic traded his best friend and helper Mike Miller, McGrady exploded and scored 50+.

Then Coach Rivers, who is known for his high emotional intelligence, shouted out the famous saying: "If McGrady keeps this up, I will consider trading all of McGrady's good friends."

Mo Wen didn't think about anything unrealistic like defending McGrady to death throughout the entire court, he just wanted to slowly wear him down.

Without Yao Ming to share the burden, the Rockets' hard-core task fell on McGrady.

Of course, Mo Wen is not a succubus yet, so he cannot let McGrady play one-on-one with him all the time, but once his teammates are involved, the gap between the two sides becomes more obvious.

The little shark Bynum just turned 19 before the start of this year's season. Historically, he was still in his developmental season with the Lakers, but now he has been pulled out to start.

But the facts prove that children are children, even though he changed his signature on MySpace from "I'm addicted to criticizing" to "I'm a rocket man", and changed his statement from "I want to marry a wife and have a son" to "I won't marry or have children" during an interview with reporters.

It also cannot change his immature skills.

In the summer, Olajuwon was invited to teach the Little Shark, and after the training, he once again transformed into Bodhi Patriarch: "You will definitely have a bad life. No matter how you cause trouble or commit crimes, you are not allowed to say that you are my apprentice. If you say even a word, I will know it. I will peel off your skin and grind your bones, and banish your soul to the underworld, so that you will never be able to turn over!"

In the future, the Little Shark can become the big leg that drags Kobe along in the mouth of the data emperor, but the Little Shark, who is just in the second grade, is still a person who can be bullied by rough seniors like Tyson Chandler.

As for the other inside player Murphy who was traded, he is a rebounding version of Dazhi.

But Xiao Fan wanted to use this big white soft ball like Yao Ming. Obviously, his strong point is long-range shooting, but he forced him to play under the basket to protect the little shark and guard the rim together.

Mo Wen didn't know what Xiao Fan was thinking, but he saw Thibodeau next to Xiao Fan scratching his head.

As for the outside matchup, there is no need to say more.
Earl Watson finally had his first welfare game of the season... the kind where the system detected that someone on the other side was AFK.

After the first quarter, the statistics of Mo Wen and McGrady were not much different, one had 12 points and 4 assists, and the other had 13 points and 3 rebounds.

But the Supersonics took an 11-point lead.

Earl Watson scored 14 points, accumulating for two months, and was completely absorbed by the Streetball King.

After returning in the second quarter, Xiao Fan started to use three-point tactics to catch up.

Mo Wen really didn't expect that without Yao Ming and Xiao Fan, they would still dare to use the three-point tactics.

Historically, as Yao Ming grew up, the Rockets developed a three-point tactic in order to take advantage of his height in the interior, giving a bunch of small players on the outside a reason to continue making a living in the Rockets.

But now, the Rockets can no longer have any advantage in the interior, especially against the Supersonics.

Unexpectedly, the Rockets had a good touch today and relied on three-pointers to cover up their defensive loopholes.

Although the score difference was not made up, it was not widened further either.

However, what worried Xiao Fan was that after fighting with Mo Wen for half the court, McGrady was a little overwhelmed.

Back in the second half, McGrady played for two minutes and then went down to rest. Mo Wen did not talk about the samurai spirit. Physical fitness is the most important part of sports games.

In just three minutes, without any foul interruptions, Mo Wen and his teammates widened the gap to another 10 points.

McGrady couldn't sit still anymore. The score difference was 20 points, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

He came on the court and hooked his finger at Mo Wen, wanting to fight again while he still had some energy left.

At least in terms of personal performance and data, he doesn't want to lose to Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't want to save face for him, so he also focused his attention... on the defensive end.

"It seems that T-mac still wants to prove himself, but the Rockets need to catch up now. His efficiency in singles against Mo Wen is too low."

"It was a rough steal. Oh, Mo was like a gangster, bloody and brutal. This was Mo's fifth steal today. What's even more cruel is that three of them were contributed by McGrady."

"Tracy McGrady finally got past Mo. Look at his jump shot. It was smoother than a mousse cake... Mo blocked McGrady's shot from behind. Bro, are you going to kill McGrady?"

"Poor McGrady, Mo's big butt is sitting there and hitting me. I think Charles has already passed on your nine-point true teaching, hahahaha."

Maddie touched his chest and felt that he should spit out blood.

Mo Wen knows how to play to his strengths while attacking his weaknesses. He is even more unsportsmanlike than Kobe.

"See clearly, the Raptors didn't want to make you a regular, the Magic didn't want to build a lineup around you, and Yao Ming didn't want to continue to partner with you. It wasn't because you were unlucky, nor because you were selfish. Everything was because... because..."

"Because you're not strong enough!"

If he was facing the McGrady in his memory, Mo Wen probably wouldn't have said such harsh words. In the original time and space, McGrady was a player worthy of his salary at least in the first three years with the Rockets. The fact that the Jazz beat him up for two years was probably more Yao Ming's fault. His willingness to play with a closed eye later on showed that his professionalism was far better than Kawhi Leonard's.

However, no matter how many excuses one makes, not being able to win a single playoff round as a team leader can only mean one thing... not strong enough.

Gay, who was modeled after McGrady, never won a single playoff game in his career, but not many people talk about him because he is a player of this level.

"Fuck off!"

McGrady gritted his teeth and trembled with anger. At this moment, he really wanted to vomit blood.

"Look at me now, am I strong enough?" Mo Wen asked as if he was bullying a little girl, raising his eyebrows, twisting his mouth and sniffing his nose, and pressed forward.

"I told you to get out of here!"

McGrady pushed Mo Wen away with one hand. The referee who had been watching everything just now intervened in time and blew the whistle desperately to call for support.

But Mo Wen had no intention of fighting with him.

He tilted his neck and walked to the sidelines.

"laugh!"

(End of this chapter)