NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 230 Familiar figures overlap and intersect, the modern Jordan?

As their eyes met, Durant already understood what he was thinking.

The next moment, he heard Lin Chuan loudly requesting for the ball, and Durant immediately passed it to him.

His lips trembled slightly when the ball was passed.

Lin Chuan could read it, so he said,

"Go ahead and blow them up."

"Snapped!"

The basketball came into his hands accurately.

Lin Chuan held on tightly and leaned back twice.

Chandler followed quickly, and Lin Chuan felt his aggressive defense.

It seems that the big moves in the last two rounds were not called, and he, as an old hand, also figured out the referee's routine in this game.

At this moment, he stretched out his long arms and continued to interfere with Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was frequently harassed, forcing him to move the basketball further away.

He frowned.

This very aggressive defense really made him uncomfortable.

But it doesn’t mean there is no way to deal with it.

Seeing that it was difficult to attack the basket, Lin Chuan simply dribbled the ball with great force.

At the same time, the whole person took a step forward, preparing to turn around.

Chandler's eyes were fixed and his body quickly followed.

I have to say, as a DPOY, his basic defensive skills are impeccable.

He quickly caught up with Lin Chuan's footsteps, walking in step like a shadow.

Lin Chuan observed Chandler's movements with his peripheral vision, but he did not hesitate at all.

Continue to turn around according to your original plan.

Chandler's mouth curled up under his big beard.

This time, he didn't lose his position.

He must completely block Lin Chuan's shot in this ball!
Chandler pounced out like a tiger pouncing on its prey, covering the space in front of Lin Chuan.

Their eyes met.

what is that?
Chandler saw a hint of mockery in Lin Chuan's eyes.

next moment.

Lin Chuan jumped backwards.

The whole person seemed to be sitting on a chair, his movements in the air were extremely stretched, he held the bottom of the ball with his right hand, and with the assistance of his left hand, he threw the basketball out.

Chandler suddenly found that the distance between him and Lin Chuan became more than one meter.

The blocking distance that he had calculated earlier became difficult to maintain as a huge space appeared between the two of them.

Lin Chuan's attack point was much farther away.

By the time Chandler reached the blocking position, the arc of the ball had already risen a lot, and he could only watch the ball and sigh.

Swish!
The basketball goes hollow into the net.

Lin Chuan also sat down on the ground.

This time the amplitude of the backward movement was too great.

Even with his iron core strength, he couldn't stand up again.

The only option is a soft landing, using your butt as a cushion.

He stood up and rubbed his butt, looked at Chandler, who he thought he could defend but was now stunned, shook his head, turned around and started to defend.

Fake!

How come it suddenly became so far away!

Chandler stood there, shocked and angry.

But more of a surprise.

How did Lin Chuan, with such a heavy weight, manage to create such a large distance with just a lean back?

As a direct defender, he couldn't see clearly.

But Foster, who was standing by and watching for any fouls, saw it all clearly.

His heart was in turmoil at this moment.

He kept a calm expression and was able to suppress it thanks to his years of experience.

Lin Chuan's leaning back movement is similar to that person!

He was instantly taken back to the 1990s.

At that time he had just entered the league as a referee.

That man, Michael Jordan, was already the league's brightest star.

Foster had admired his elegant fadeaway jumpers several times while officiating his games.

The whole person can stretch out in the air.

Although the movements are very difficult, they look easy and effortless.

Although later, the signature shot of Kobe Bryant, who was hailed as the most god-like man, was also the fadeaway jump shot.

But the difference in physical fitness between the two still made him appear to be half a point inferior.

There is still no such charm as Jordan's.

Foster always thought that he would never see that level of fade away again in his lifetime.

But I didn’t expect that 20 years later, on the stage of the finals, I would see a very strong center performing his skills.

Before this, if someone told him that a center would shoot a fadeaway jump shot in actual combat, he would think it was ridiculous.

But he has seen it with his own eyes today.

Not much different even from the man called God.

The charm of Shen Yun already has 80% of that person's.

In the Thunder's subsequent attacks, Lin Chuan's playing style also amazed him.

Once again, he used one hand to hold the ball to deceive the defender and took a step to shoot a mid-range shot.

These actions are becoming more and more like that person.

damn it!
I'm kind of falling in love with this guy.

If I hadn't had the mission assigned to me by that person, I would never have targeted you like this.

But I'd better trouble you to lose this game.

Foster sighed inwardly.

Seeing Lin Chuan defending Stoudemire's layup, he blew the whistle in one breath.

"It's a handicap! Two free throws!"

"wtf!!!"

A fierce curse came out from the sidelines.

Foster also turned around to see who was so excited.

Lin Chuan was not in a hurry, but Brooks was.

He stood up and blurted out a Chinese curse, then immediately trotted to the sidelines, waving his hands and complaining.
"Chandler's defensive moves just now were not much bigger than this. I didn't see you blow the whistle once, but why did the whistle blow so loudly when it came to Lin Chuan? Does the home whistle have to be blown so obviously?!"

Foster's eyes immediately turned cold.

He stared at Brooks, whose suit and saliva were flying all over the place due to excessive excitement.

"Are you questioning me? Are you questioning Foster, who has been the referee for 20 years?"

Even Brooks was stunned by Foster's question.

I was expecting an explanation from the other party, but I didn't expect to get this kind of answer.

His face immediately turned red and he remained silent for a long while.

Foster turned away and ignored the other person.

Directing others to get into position and prepare for free throws.

"Black whistle!"

Behind him, a simple sentence made him stop.

The countless complex sounds in the venue gradually became smaller and smaller until they became faint.

At this moment, even a pin drop could be heard clearly in the venue.

Foster slowly turned around, stared at Brooks who had just spoken, and raised his eyebrows.

His fierce face now looked even darker.
"What did you say?"

"Black whistle! I said black whistle! You guys are here on a mission, right?"

Brooks ignored Lin Chuan's hint to keep quiet and angrily criticized the controversial referee in front of him.
"No wonder so many players don't like you. Everyone wants to compete based on their strength, but you always think you are the protagonist of the game. Start manipulating the direction!"

After being verbally humiliated several times, even Foster, who had not intended to care about it before, became angry. What the other party said was right, which made him even angrier.

He immediately made a T sign, then waved his hand vigorously toward the passage outside the venue.

"Two Ts, expelled from the game!"

Brooks sneered and spread his hands.

"Just leave."

Before leaving, he turned around, made a trumpet shape with his hand and shouted to the people on the field,

"Come on, kids! I believe you can win this tough battle!"

Lin Chuan looked at Brooks leaving the court with some helplessness.

I didn't expect the coach to have such a temper.

However, it also made their already bad situation even more unfavorable.

Two technical fouls also allowed the other team to shoot free throws.

Plus that hairy free throw by Stoudemire.

The Knicks made four consecutive free throws in one possession.

While overtaking the score, they also got the offensive ball.

"Alas, it feels good to criticize the referee, but it makes us suffer."

Durant ran to Lin Chuan and complained about Brooks' behavior just now.

Lin Chuan smiled.
"Then work harder and fill the hole the coach has dug."

"Anyway, Foster is clearly trying to discredit us. There's no point in putting pressure on him. We might as well just curse him out."

Lin Chuan looked at Durant, who looked a little surprised, and continued,

"If you ask me, our coach is really cool this time. This is his behavior!"

As he said that, Lin Chuan gave a thumbs up.

At this time, the Knicks had already passed the half court, and Durant hurried back to his defensive position to guard Anthony.

"You guys seem to be chatting so leisurely, aren't you feeling any pressure? The head coach is gone, man, and this is only the first quarter."

Anthony pushed Durant's hand away and said to Durant while running without the ball.

"Pressure? How can we have pressure? That's your pressure. 0:2. If we win this game again, you can prepare your fishing plan for the off-season."

Durant looked calm.

What Lin Chuan said just now does make sense.

And with their strength.

Just consider it as giving the Knicks two points.

no big deal.

Didn’t Lin Chuan say before the game that he wanted to win by 20 points!

While thinking, Anthony suddenly ran back and bounced to the outside, and Durant quickly followed.

But Anthony suddenly made a fake shot and shook him up as he was a little unfocused.

Came to the middle distance position.

Then he made a powerful pass to Chandler in the paint.

The opponent scored two more points with a dunk.

Lin Chuan watched Chandler catch the ball and dunk without any reaction.

Didn't even try to jump up to interfere.

As he ran to the front court, he heard familiar taunts from the audience seats beside him.

"Oh? Whose center is this? He's just standing there with his hands on his hips while attacking under the basket. Haha, he's slower than my 90-year-old grandma!"

Lin Chuan glanced over and saw that the person speaking was Spike Lee, who was dressed in Knicks style.

It seems that after I sternly rejected this guy before, he has completely stopped pretending.

He began to mock the opposing star player harshly.

After Spike Lee finished his taunting, he looked forward to Lin Chuan's response.

But I just saw that the other party didn't even turn his head to look at me, and ran to the front court as if he didn't hear anything.

He immediately stood up and continued to mock Lin Chuan.

"What's wrong? You're still hard of hearing at such a young age? Looks like you can really retire now!"

The humiliation was over, and he just sat back in his seat when he saw the basketball had fallen into the net.

He didn't even have time to be surprised.

The Knicks served the ball, and Felton advanced with the ball in the frontcourt.

Lin Chuan retreated slowly.

Chandler is in position, but he is still at the center line, moving slowly as if he is taking a walk.

Durant became a little anxious seeing this, and yelled at him on the court to hurry up and stop dawdling.

Spike Lee also crossed his legs.

Although I don’t know what’s going on with Lin Chuan.

But this look was obviously not right.

He laughed and mocked Lin Chuan in the field,

"Hey! It seems like someone threatened to beat us by 20 points before the game, but now it seems that we are still better!"

Lin Chuan still kept his head down and ran slowly.

Chandler was already standing in the penalty area with his arms open asking for the ball.

Durant gritted his teeth and gave up on Anthony in front of him. He simply cleaned up Lin Chuan's mess by himself and ran into the inside to provide defense.

Even though Anthony was likely to take an open three-pointer, compared to his almost 100% hit rate in the paint, he still made his own choice.

That being the case...

Felton glanced at Anthony outside the three-point line.

When preparing to pass the ball.

But he saw that the other person's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to say something to him.

Felton still didn't understand what was happening.

Suddenly, I felt a huge force coming from behind me.

The next moment, the basketball in his hand disappeared.

When I looked back, I found that the basketball was already in Lin Chuan's hands.

He was already jogging towards his own penalty area with his back to him.

"Fuck! I want you to pay attention to Lin Chuan! You're too close to him!"

Anthony criticized Felton with gritted teeth, then watched Lin Chuan rush into the inside helplessly.

The latter was too far away from them.

Felton was unable to react in time and lost the opportunity to chase back.

At this time, Lin Chuan got the ball, jogged to the basket, and made an easy layup.

Steal and score on fast break.

The opponent loses an offensive ball.

The difference was four points in one round.

Plus the three points just now.

Lin Chuan reversed the score again in an instant.

He ran slowly towards his own half again.

When he passed by Spike Lee, he stopped, which was a rare occurrence.

Spike Lee looked up at the giant creature.

"I'm just saving my energy so I can slowly take care of you."

"Don't worry about the 20-point difference. I will show you the results bit by bit in these four quarters."

Lin Chuan looked down at the other person. At this moment, Spike Lee's face was grim, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.
"In the Knicks' home court, I will kill you slowly, ball by ball, with my own hands. Even if someone helps you, it will be useless."

"You'd better sit here and don't move, otherwise you will miss this grand and wonderful show."

Although Lin Chuan hit back in the face.

But Spike Lee, who has always been sharp-tongued, rarely said a word.

Lin Chuan's oppressive aura made him speechless.

Spike Lee didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Lin Chuan turned around and ran back to defend.

At this moment, he found himself sweating profusely, and the clothes on his chest and back were soaked by Lin Chuan's aura.

He took off his hat, wiped the sweat off his face, and the look he gave Lin Chuan changed from provocation and ridicule to caution and fear.
"Fuck... this kid is only 20 years old, how come his aura is so strong? He seems to be almost as good as that guy... but even that guy is very green at this age, unlike him, who is so experienced... scary guy."

(End of this chapter)