When pride still matters

Chapter 368 Little Kevin has grown up
James was called for a technical foul.

The head coaches of both sides made a tacit understanding to replace the two people to control their emotions.

Yu Fei thought he was in a good mood and did not need to adjust his ending.

But Carl was far more experienced.

"The referee has a problem with you."

Karl, who has been in the league for many years, could tell at a glance that the referees were strange. They did not want embarrassing things to happen in the games they officiated, but Yu Fei almost caused a fight between superstars just now.

The referee can allow Yu Fei to act wildly, but forcing James to almost start a fight is too much.

"Do they have any objections now?" Yu Fei said disapprovingly, "I haven't exerted my strength yet."

Karl advised: "It's better to save your efforts, you and LeBron still have a long life."

Yu Fei looked at Karl strangely, why did such a good sentence come out of his mouth as if Yu Zhan was a divorced couple?

But from the audience's perspective, Yu Zhan's grudges have reached their limit, and they can't imagine how this relationship that has completely deteriorated can develop even worse.

SuperSonics fans rightfully believe that this is the secret to Yu Fei’s four championships in the past five years.

Although doing so kept Yu Fei away from the mythical triple-double per game, it also allowed him to integrate into the SuperSonics system without experiencing any pain period.

However, considering that he has played in college for four years and is the same age as Yu Fei in terms of age, Karl is not surprised by this.

In fact, he was so selfless that Karl wanted him to increase the proportion of his personal offense.

Larry Hughes continued his self-defeating defense, and Roy accepted the flaws he sent and appropriately increased his personal offense.

Carl is right, though.

Because Roy is still here.

"Well, it just so happens that I also want to see how Kevin will behave when facing that mad dog."

Yu Fei sat down.

He's too experienced to play like a second-year player.

Yu Fei is not yet 25 years old, and James is not yet 23 years old. They will compete for many years, and this feud will continue to spread.

Even without him on the floor, the Sonics can still operate effectively.

Because James is everything to the Cavaliers, and Yu Fei has not extended his core influence in Milwaukee to the entire SuperSonics team.

At the same time, Roy is not a selfish ball-handler.

However, only the old man of the Bucks knew how much Yu Fei had changed.

Although the SuperSonics replaced Yu Fei, they were not as obviously affected as the Cavaliers.

To his teammates, Yu Fei is no different from other wing cores. He is not so sticky to the ball, his offense is absolutely reliable, he can create opportunities for others, and he has the courage to take responsibility on the defensive end.

People like Brandon Roy just prove how right it was that NBA lottery picks always stayed in college for 3-4 years.

Roy quickly learned how to pass the ball to Kwame Brown, absorbed like a sponge the small ball concepts brought by Yu Fei and Karl from Milwaukee, and played 1-4 with Rashard Lewis like a small ball veteran. pick and roll.

Roy was happy because Hughes was messing around.

Brown is very happy because the cakes fed by Roy are also delicious.

Lewis is happy because he thrives in George Karl's system.

Even the fourth-year wing Josh Childress, who replaced Yu Fei, was very happy. Although he did not get an offensive opportunity and his defensive efforts could not be reflected in the statistics, he felt that letting him substitute Da Fei showed that The coaching staff recognized him.

Why was he not James Posey or Channing Frye as Da Fei's replacement? First of all, regardless of the fact that they are all in the fourth position under the Karl system, Childress believes that this is first of all because of his talent. He is the only one in the team who can replace Da Fei when he comes off the court.

However, happiness does not belong to everyone.

Durant is unhappy.

Because he was being closely guarded by Ron Artest.

As a former DPOY, Artest could naturally see what Durant's slim figure meant at a glance.

It has no strength, cannot withstand collisions, and cannot adapt to a large number of confrontations.

Artest used a kind of close defense that was beyond Durant's imagination, with a lot of pressure, confrontation, and frequent physical contact.

Durant could tell that half of Artest's actions were fouls.

As long as the referee is not blind, he should blow the whistle and punish this thug severely.

Unfortunately, rookies don't get preferential treatment in front of the referees.

Perhaps in the eyes of the referees, using Artest's defense to teach Durant a lesson is what they want to see.

Yu Fei sat on the sidelines and observed carefully.

When Artest elbowed Durant, you could see clear anger flashing across his face.

For such a non-basketball action, even the referee had to pretend to call Artest a defensive foul.

However, this action might be a technical foul on others.

Durant's anger flashed across his face quickly, and in just the blink of an eye, he suppressed the negative emotion. It's like nothing happened.

This is the image Durant has shown to the world since his debut - a gentle and kind basketball player.

Everyone who has played with Durant says that he is Seattle's Gandhi, but Gandhi will not compete with the same strong fighting spirit as Durant.

Can the desire to compete and be kind and friendly really appear in the same person?
Durant can endure it, but for how long?

Not everyone can tolerate Artest's close-to-the-face defense.

Durant couldn't feel the happiness of his teammates. The only thing he could feel was the malice from Artest.

"You are overrated!"

"First pick? Is this the strength of the first pick? I doubt you can pick up a woman and drive a train!"

And Durant just reminded the referee repeatedly, "Sir, he fouled!"

The referee's connivance intensified Artest's arrogance. He suddenly knocked Durant away, causing him to miss Roy's pass.

The ball fell out of bounds, confusing Durant's teammates.

They don't know what's going on here.

"Cry!" Artest mocked, "Go and call your Daddy Frye, he is my real opponent!"

Unquenchable anger is burning in Durant's heart.

He thought of Frye's usual teachings, his serious face, his endless trash talk, and his helpless duels.

Frye asked him why he refused to fight to the death.

Durant's answer was: We are teammates.

Now, he faced an opponent who felt he was weak and vulnerable, and the opponent's defense did have an effect.

The Cavaliers took advantage of Durant's mistake of missing a pass to complete a positional battle.

Later, as soon as Durant arrived in the frontcourt, he asked Roy for the ball.

Roy gave it, then directed his teammates to pull away and reminded Durant: "Don't just think about singles, you can call a pick-and-roll!"

At this moment, Durant couldn't listen to any suggestions and lowered his center of gravity. In front of Artest, he made a large change of direction with Yu Fei's crotch. His hands and feet were synergistic enough to successfully complete this move. With one movement, Artest's defense was shaken away at that moment.

However, Artest forcibly wrapped his hands around Durant's body.

This was definitely a foul, but the referee was indifferent, causing Durant's offense to almost fail. He became angry and forced a missed shot.

Fortunately, the elusive Childress grabbed the offensive rebound and completed the tip-in.

I thought the round was over here, but Durant waved his hands hatefully and roared at the referee: "If you can't see him fouling me, I'll pluck out your fucking eyes and donate them." Give it to someone who can use it!”

"Beep!"

Durant used his strength to win a T for himself.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the referee giving him a T, he was not done yet: "I didn't expect that your eyes are blind and your ears are not working well. You can hear, right? FUCK YOU!!!"

The second T landed at the speed of light, and Durant proposed a package for expulsion.

It is impossible to coexist with being competitive and kind.

Yu Fei has always believed this, but before seeing Durant go berserk with his own eyes, he could not rule out the speculation that "the original Durant might be a good person."

But now, everything is clear.

A persona is a persona, and what is fake cannot be real. No matter how Nike sells it, no matter how Durant pretends to be, no matter how involved he is in the play, as long as he can be defeated by someone like Artest, then the play will be a success. Sing soon.

Durant was about to leave the game when Yu Fei came to the sidelines and was ready to hand over to him.

Yu Fei waved and Durant high-fived in frustration.

But Yu Fei held Durant's wrist and said: "From today on, don't let me see you carrying a middle school student's schoolbag pretending to be an innocent boy again."

Durant blinked, his pure eyes showing confusion.

"I can't accept a person who says F-YOU to the referee pretending to be innocent, do you understand?" Yu Fei said, "This should be the first time you have been sent off. I should say a few words to congratulate you. But I After thinking about it, there’s nothing to congratulate, it’s so nice to see you in your truest self, Kevin, welcome to the adult world.”

The adult world? No, Durant still wants to return to campus and be his schoolbag boy.

But he knows there are some things that can't be turned back.

When Durant walked to the aisle, Yu Fei's reporter Jack McCallum ran over and asked: "Kevin, can you tell me what you just said to the referee?"

"I said that was a bad penalty." Adu, who didn't want to grow up, tried to cover up the truth.

McCallum smiled and said nothing. Although he didn't know what Durant said specifically, he and everyone else at the scene saw the "F-YOU" mouth.

But this is not a sad thing. It may be bad for Durant, but for those who are worried that he will suffer on the court because of his too good character, this is a big deal. good thing.

Their little Kevin has grown up.

(End of this chapter)