You should cross the mountains like a brave man

Chapter 129 My Stupid Brother
Heinsohn entered the league in the mid-50s. He grew up in the era of George McCann.

Most of the technical rudiments of modern basketball have emerged during this period.

Heinsohn's shot is an extremely neat jumper, but his jumper and free throws are out of sync.His free throw is an extremely weird one, the assistant hand is not used throughout, and only the right hand is used to send the ball.As we all know, the correct use of the auxiliary hand can ensure the stability of free throws, but Heinsohn took free throws with almost one hand to take down his career average of 79% shooting percentage.

As for his jump shot, the more Wei Xia looked at it, the more he felt that it was carved out of the same mold as John Havlicek.

Could it be that the shooting Havlicek practiced in the middle of his career was taught by Heinsohn?

And he pushed the course of history forward by almost five years?
"Have you seen it clearly? Are you in a daze? Hongdo? Hongdo? Hey!"

"No offense," Wei Xia said shyly, "Tommy, is it convenient to disclose your hit rate?"

Hearing this, Heinsohn said proudly and proudly: "Good question, this is definitely a fucking good question, because you have undoubtedly stepped on a pile of shit. I just shot the highest shooting percentage of my career last season-42.9%."

Wei Xia's mouth twitched.

According to his cognition, 42.9% is too low.

He forgot something. He was better than Bill Russell, whose shooting percentage was only 45% last season, and Sam Jones, the team's highest, was 47%. Except for the unworldly monsters like Chamberlain, players whose training level and game philosophy stayed in the 40s and 50s couldn't be as efficient as the era he knew.

Just like the fans in the small ball era have become accustomed to the high efficiency of players, and looking back ten years ago, the statistics that used to look gorgeous and beautiful are no longer eye-catching.

In the case of true shooting percentage and high-level data killing the predecessors, Harden's average of 35 points per game is as light as Joe, Doncic's average triple-double is as stable as a tortoise, and Trey Young's average of nearly 30+10 assists per game leads the team to catch up with the No. [-] pick. It is not very exciting at all.

Wei Xia quickly calmed down. If his experience at this time is the real history, then Havlicek must be far from the person he knew before. At least, his total score will increase, and his blacksmithing record may reach a height that is difficult for latecomers.

Auerbach agreed to find a shooting coach for Wei Xia and made a plan.

The specific plan is this, Heinsohn teaches frontal shooting, and Sam Jones, the patriarch of swipe shooting, teaches rebounding shots on the left and right wings.

For nearly a month, Wei Xia studied with two shooting masters in the old time.

Their skills may not have significantly surpassed those of their juniors, but their experience and shooting concepts are the essence of them and are worth learning.

Especially Jones' grasp of the shot on the board reminded Wei Xia of Tim Duncan.

In one day's training, Wei Xia and Jones compared the left and right sides of the board to shoot.The latter made 200 of 197 shots, and Wei Xia's shooting percentage will exceed [-]%.

"Don't be sad, Hong Duo, this is the difference between you ordinary people and me, the key man. As the Celtics' offensive king, I appreciate your self-motivation, keep going, keep going." Watching a old-fashioned black man pretend to be Huang Xiaoming in Larry Bird's spitting tone, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, is really an experience beyond imagination and within the limits of ordinary people's tolerance.

Sam Jones is perhaps the quintessential mold of the Celtics' star small forward.

His appearance is not good, and he doesn't seem to have much ability. If he really wants to fight, he seems to be no worse than his contemporaries Elgin Baylor, Jerry West, and Oscar Robertson.No one is convinced, arrogant, and good at spouting trash talk that makes people lose control of their emotions.

Wei Xia entered the arena autonomously for the first time.

It was a night in mid-July. He finished a day of training in the old days, returned home, fell asleep, and then easily went to the arena, walking into the first light curtain with game clips as far as he could see.

And that was Game 1962 of the 63-[-] season.

On October 1962, 10, the Boston Celtics played against the New York Knicks.

The Knicks team doesn't have a famous character. Anyway, Wei Xia from the future didn't hear a "Oh, so you are lucky to meet me".

When Wei Xia found out that he came to the arena autonomously, he could decide whether he wanted to play the game or not.

For example, today, he can actually control his consciousness to wander in the old Boston Garden.

Wei Xia watched the first half of the game until Havlicek came on the field, and he immediately possessed him.

As a result, he was just like in reality, Auerbach put him on and forgot to replace him.Weisha played 25 minutes instead of Havlicek, made 12 vicious shots, hit 5 goals, scored 13 points, 3 rebounds and 1 assist.

His stats should look that way.

All jumpers from beyond the free throw line were missed.

If Bob Cousy hadn't staged four floor magician-level 50-meter passes to feed his son, his numbers would have been ugly.

In the whole game, the Celtics scored 149 points.

Yes, you read that right, 149 points.

Super fast pace, super sloppy shot selection, combined with the Knicks' super bad defense and super stable rotation.

All 12 players on the Celtics' active list got the chance to play, that is, the 12th man in the lineup, Dan Swartz (Dan Swartz), got 10 minutes of playing time and scored 10 points.

The Knicks suffered a disastrous defeat, and Wei Xia also heard the alarm clock in the real world after the game.

He knew it was time for him to leave.

When he opened his eyes, Wei Xia saw the clock directly in front of him.
At this time, 7:40.

The old time and the time in the arena don't seem to be tied to reality.

Like tonight, he spent a day in the old days, played a full game in the arena, and ended up waking up at the same time as usual.

The first thing Weixia did after waking up was to search for Havlicek's life online.

He wondered how much he influenced.

The result of his query is that, except for his rookie season, Havlicek averaged 20 points per game in every season.

His total career score has risen from the original 26000+ points to 30192 points, as for the number of irons.
The data changes are astonishing.

As for the championship, nothing has changed. Havlicek still has nine championships, no more, no less, just one more FMVP.

Wei Xia couldn't help covering his lips with his hands.

History was changed by him personally, he was excited, excited, and a little scared.

He is worried that he will bring some bad influence in the future.

"Felix!"

Wei Chun came in without knocking, "You must take good care of your brother!"

"Isn't he your brother?" Wei Xia turned around and asked strangely.

His elder sister Wei Chun used to be a great beauty, but unfortunately she was born with a physique that easily absorbs nutrients. She currently weighs more than 220 catties, and her height of 170 can't shed the extra fat on her body.

She is undeniably fat.

"He won't eat and live in my house for free, and he won't use my money to buy luxury goods. You should take care of him. He is idle now, and if he continues like this, he will become a useless person!"

Wesha closed Havlicek's page and asked back, "What happened to him?"

"He has been playing games at home for seven consecutive days!" Wei Chunkuang reported, "He doesn't go out to work, and he doesn't help with housework. It seems that the game console is his brother and sister. If this continues, his life will be over. You must control him!"

Wei Xia believes that it is a very correct decision to stay at home and play Call of Duty to waste his worthless life, rather than letting his brother fool around outside and cause some troubles.

"Actually, you don't need to do housework, we can hire a nanny." Wei Xia said seriously.

"Do you think I will be like Randall? In such a good place, the rent, water and electricity are all free, and you can live like a rich man without paying any living expenses. If you don't let me help with some work, wouldn't I be the second Randall?" After that, she kept talking about Wei Qiu all the way.

Wei Xia closed the laptop and went to the game room to visit his brother who had never seen the sun.

Wei Chun's anger is justified, except for the shiny game consoles, this place looks like a shelter for homeless people. There is a lot of garbage all over the place, mixed with a stench that doesn't know where it came from, as well as unfinished food and drinks all over the floor. Coupled with Wei Qiu's bearded face, there is a continuous atmosphere of decadence and abandonment in the game room.

"Phili, do you want to play together? I'll clear the level soon." Wei Qiu also gave up a seat.

Wei Xia said in embarrassment: "I just came in to see how you are."

"To tell you the truth, I have lived for so many years, and there is no better time than now." Wei Qiu's face was as savage as a savage, "It's all thanks to you, and I will do anything for you."

Wei Xia asked suspiciously: "What if I want you to turn off the game console and go outside to get some fresh air?"

"That is to kill me, are you going to murder your own brother?" Wei Qiu asked sadly.

"In this case, I won't bother you, but I still suggest you pay attention to personal hygiene, this place is becoming less and less like a place for people to live." Wei Xia said helplessly.

"I don't plan to live here either."

Wei Qiu, who has lived in it for a week, successfully made Wei Xia speechless.

my stupid brother
What else can he say?Whatever he likes, he doesn't need the game room anyway, so just treat it as if it doesn't exist.

　When I don't know how the next part of the plot will start, I will write the /water chapter????
　　
　
(End of this chapter)