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Chapter 321 You Have Time To Prove Me Wrong
After the timeout ended, Jackson took the initiative to change the opponent who defended Ewing.

He pitted Oakley against Ewing and put Ball on defense.

This basically locked Ewing's hope of playing hard inside, and he could only turn around and jump or attract Ball's help defense to feed Orr the ball.

Oakley, like many thugs, has strong rebounds and a bad reputation, but the defensive end can only be regarded as improvised.

However, Oakley's downside was significantly stronger than Ewing's.

In a head-on confrontation with Ewing, his strength prevailed.

Ewing entered the league with the label of emperor star, how can he be at a disadvantage in the team confrontation?Self-esteem and pride, as well as confidence in his own strength, made him choose to be in the end.

However, his strength is far inferior to Oakley.

The price of forcibly asking for a position is that his body is unstable. When catching the ball, the center of gravity of his body looks like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any time.

Oakley is only 2 meters tall, and Ewing is ten centimeters taller than him. With the difference in physical fitness, it is a good choice to turn around and pull directly.

As a result, Oakley's confrontation caused Ewing's shot to miss.

"Isn't this a foul?" Ewing asked.

Louis said from the side: "We don't have a referee here, Patrick! If you want to foul, you can only wait until the official game starts."

Ewing ran back dissatisfied. This confrontation not only frustrated Ewing's momentum, but also built up Oakley's confidence.

Ewing is not that strong, at least not impossible to defend.

Once such an idea appears, his next actions will only become bigger and bigger.

In this match without a referee, Oak used his strength to fight hard, and Ball, with his height and arms beyond human beings, formed a protective shield comparable to Mark Eaton in the interior.

He doesn't have Eaton's mammoth-like figure, and Ball, who has only gained 3 pounds in a few months, still has good agility.

As long as there is no fierce physical confrontation, with his height and a wingspan of 2 meters, all those who enter the penalty area will be left with nothing but despair when they see him.

Ewing started to get annoyed.

Oakley was a very rough man, and he was extremely cruel.

Dave Anderson in disbelief: "Patrick got pinned?"

"Is it strange?" Louis asked with a smile.

Anderson couldn't believe what he was seeing: "He's a Ralph, Kareem-type center."

"He is far from as good as you imagined." Louis said earnestly, "Maybe his future will be great, but now, he has too many problems. Dave, I hope you will describe this section truthfully. Patrick has enough halos. Some people almost regard him as a god, but the actual situation is not like this."

Ewing suffered a lot in the hand-to-hand fight with Oakley.

Finally, once, Oakley forgot Ewing's status in the team and fought back fiercely, knocking him to the ground on the spot.

Just as Ewing was about to stand up and figure it out with him, Louis took out a whistle from his pocket and blew: "Beep!!!"

"Do you deserve 300 million too, Patrick?" Oakley challenged.

Ewing said with a sullen face: "If you have an opinion, go to the coach!"

"You two, shut your mouth!" Louis said with a whistle. "I thought you two should know each other after playing in college for so many years, and you know the severity of your shots. I didn't expect this to happen. There were no referees in this game before, but now there are. Clean up your shots!"

Ewing complained: "He elbowed me [-] times, why did you go there before?"

"What a sissy who looks like an orangutan," Oakley scoffed.

So Louis saw the indescribable anger on Ewing's face for the first time: "What did you say?"

"Now I know why the coach gave you 300 million a year. He must be afraid of you crying, because you are a cousin, you know? I can rough you up on this field!" Oakley said, knocked Ewing's body away, and walked away arrogantly.

At this moment, Ewing has nine images with the gorilla.

He glanced at Louis with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't look at me, I won't call foul for that sentence, Patrick, respect is not given to you by others, it is earned by yourself." Louis smiled lightly.

If Ewing had cared about his teammates before and didn't want to go too far, then from now on, all worries disappeared.

That nigger named Charles Oakley was the most dead man in the world he wanted to kill.

Louie whistled and returned to Anderson's side.

"Are you really not going to cool down this conflict?"

From the beginning to the present, Louis is just doing one thing over and over again: arching fire, arching fire, arching fire.

This is contrary to common sense. Obviously Ewing and Oakley are players in the same class. Even if the relationship is not good, they should not be enemies. If Louis calls a few more fouls to control their confrontation, the matter will not go to the point just now.

"Patrick has to adapt to this kind of thing in advance." Louis smiled sinisterly, "Being the player with the highest annual salary in the league requires real skills."

Anderson agreed with Louie's words, and they agreed that Ewing is a person with unlimited future.

But his salary in the first year is higher than that of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Malone, Magician, and Bird, which is too outrageous.

"Can he handle Oak?" Anderson asked.

The writer has endless questions, he is a living hundred thousand whys.

"If he can't handle it, I may have to re-evaluate his potential." Louie said helplessly.

As it turned out, Ewing could handle it.

As a power forward, Oakley is complementary to Ewing, but as a matchup, he is not a suitable candidate.

In the beginning, he was able to fight Ewing with strength, but now Ewing knows that his strength is no match for Oakley, so he will naturally stop and do something else.

Louis knew about Ewing's weaknesses. What he wanted to know was, how much could his offense play out in an extreme confrontational environment?
The ball rights given to him by Georgetown University are too limited, and it's not that Louie looks down on college basketball. There, Ewing can score casually with his talent.

That kind of game can't push Ewing to a corner.

So today, Louis doesn't care how Oakley puts up his strength, he just wants to see how Ewing's current offensive methods are.

The result satisfied him.

Stockton and Ewing played the first pick-and-roll of the game.

Ewing went down the pick-and-roll, and Stockton passed the ball accurately. Facing Ball's supplementary defense, he violently dunked.

Enraged completely, he stuck in place like a mad dog.

Although the strength is not as good as Oakley, but the talent is too good.

A historical level rebounding idiot like Oakley was actually taken off by him consecutively.

Ewing tried his best, and then hit the best shot in the opening game.

He slammed Oakley's defense away with his hand, turned around and adjusted his position, raised his head violently, clasped his hands furiously through Ball's paper-like body.

Poor Ball just wanted to do a good job of defense, but facing Ewing in a state of rage, he was completely vulnerable.

"It's too tyrannical. Manute can't stop him even if he is three meters tall." Truke Robinson's hindsight is commonplace.

Louis said to him: "Patrick's card position habits are very bad, and I will hand him over to you in the next few years."

"Don't worry, within a year, I will pass on all my life's knowledge to him!" Robinson said exaggeratedly.

The game entered a rhythm dominated by Ewing.

He is the only star on this field, no matter how many flaws, his talent is visible to the naked eye.

When Oakley pissed him off, the game was sealed.

He went all out to beat Oakley and scored 39 points out of 28 in the confrontation game, plus 14 rebounds and 6 blocks.

Counting all the centers in the league, it is estimated that only Sampson, Olajuwon, Malone, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar are better than him.

If he is irritated, Kareem is not an opponent and can wrestle with Malone and Olajuwon.

The problem is that as a player, you can't play with anger, and you can't go all out every time. You have to learn to protect yourself, especially Ewing is not physically strong enough.

Under the same height, the average weight of insiders in the league is 122 kilograms, and he is only 111 kilograms. He has suffered a lot in confrontation and has various stinky problems.

Louie remembers Ewing wearing thick knee pads in the '90s.

He definitely had knee injuries early on, and knee injuries can be devastating to a player's athleticism in this day and age.

Louis saw Ewing running on the court as quickly as Garnett. As long as he didn't jump too hard, he could sweep the entire free throw line, and his agility was even better than Sampson's.

At the end of the match, Oakley took the initiative to come to Ewing and said: "I apologize to you and take back what I just said. You are a real superstar."

Ewing controlled his emotions, and simply said a perfunctory polite word: "You also played very well."

This confrontation did not reveal too many problems with Ewing.

Perhaps Oakley provoked him prematurely, and Ewing's anger dominated his will and turned on the superstar mode.

"Good fight, Patrick, I knew you would be fine." Louis gave Ewing a bottle of sports drink.

Ewing took the drink, "You don't seem very happy."

"How come? I'm really happy for you." Louis said sincerely, "If you play every game like you did just now, we will definitely be able to return to the playoffs in the new season."

Ewing didn't drink the sports drink that Louis gave him. He looked down at Louis with complicated eyes: "Do you still think my four years in Georgetown were a waste of time?"

"Don't worry, Patrick, the training camp is still very long." Louie smiled, "You have plenty of time to prove me wrong."

Sadly, it only turns out that Louie was completely right in the end.

Maybe someday 21st Century fans will post and ask: How high would Ewing's ceiling be if he hadn't wasted three years in college?

(End of this chapter)