You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1006 Anthony's self-report: The third pick is full of idiots!

During the 2003-2004 season, we had no challenges during the regular season.The team that impressed me the most was the Los Angeles Lakers.

They sent the best center in the league to Minnesota last summer.

At the same time, it also brought Minnesota's most heart-warming player back to Los Angeles. What is the combination of Kobe and Garnett like?I never thought about it, and I saw it during the regular season.

I have to be honest, I don't like to play against Kobe, and I don't like to play against Garnett. Those two are the worst opponents for rookies.

We always had the upper hand in that game. The Lakers were running into the lineup. Kobe and Garnett were too humble, but they did not lose their aggressiveness because of their potential. On the contrary, they took a fancy to me.

The two of them treated the Pistons' newcomers with an uncanny sadism, like slave owners who like to abuse their slaves.

I only made [-] out of [-] shots that night, my touch was destroyed by Kobe, and Garnett's block hurt me a second time as I was walking towards the basket.

Not only that, but one of them blasted me on offense and the other fixed me on defense, and at the same time they were two of the worst-mouthed players in the league.

Dor.Mo is vicious and cruel, no one wants to hear him talk trash.

But you certainly don't want to hear Kobe or Garnett talking trash.

Every time Kobe scored on my head, he would send a sentence: "Why hasn't Dor.Mo let you go?"

Garnett is pure swearing. He has the enthusiasm and vitality of a perpetual motion machine. He runs around the court, defends from the basket to the three-point line, and then runs into the basket to protect the rebound. He talks to himself from beginning to end. , Sometimes he scolds himself, sometimes he scolds basketball, sometimes he scolds his teammates, and more often, he scolds his opponents.

When he opens his mouth to the opponent, his mouth is like a cannon. If he is as aggressive as his mouth at the critical moment, he is the toughest power forward ever.

That night, I got a taste of the essence of English swearing.

The lessons they taught me were so unbearable that I had nightmares for several days.

I close my eyes and think not of women, but of Kobe and Garnett talking trash to me.

I feel like my mind is out of order.

When we faced the Lakers again a month later, I found a little touch and didn't play as embarrassingly as the previous game.

The Lakers entered an active fighting state and completely controlled the situation.

We lost the game against the Lakers.

Dor.Mo sprayed the Chicago fat boy for 20 minutes in the locker room just because he wasn't tough enough in the box.

Seeing that Chicago Flying was about to collapse, Dor.Mo turned his gun on me. He asked me why I would only be lazy outside, and why I wanted to make a move even though the opportunity was bad. I muttered something "Because I can take 10 shots." As a result, he heard it, and he ran away on the spot.

"Why does the third pick have pig brains?" He shouted violently.

Grant, who was injured for no reason, stopped Dor.Mo from continuing to attack people in the locker room.

The more Grant saves us, the more we love him.

Soon the locker room was gone and it was just me and Fat Chicago.

We rarely face each other face to face.

"If you can stand up to Kobe, I won't have to keep focusing on the outside, it's all your fault." He actually blamed me.

I sneered: "Your body dimension is twice as thick as Garnett, why is his rebounding more than twice yours?"

We just spat at each other.

Maybe we're all wrong, but we just need an outlet.

After we scolded each other for all kinds of bad things in front of each other, and expressed the attitude of "great, I just see you fucking, you big idiot", a magical thing happened. Curry and I seemed to have experienced sex. Gao Chao sat motionless in their respective positions.

After a long time, the fat boy in Chicago said, "You are much luckier than me. Dad treats you like he treats his family's golden retriever."

I think the reason for this distinction is that in Dor.Mo's eyes, I'm the more accomplished one.

Now I know why we don't like each other.

I don't like Fat Chicago because... oh no, there's no reason, I just fucking don't like him.

Why does Fat Boy Chicago dislike me?Oh, because Dor.Mo doesn't scold me as much as he scolds him, what a beast!
The Chicago Fat Boy is not useless. In all fairness, he is a good center with high potential. As long as he stays healthy and improves, he will become the best inside player in the league.

He and I were at odds, and we were dissatisfied from the first meeting.

In addition to his presence, there is another important reason that cannot be ignored - because of him, I am more active, more serious, and more diligent than before.I never want to be worse than him, and I don't want to hear my dad compare me to him. I don't think we are the same level of players. I don't need to be better than others. I just make sure I do it every day. Just be better than him.

Since Dor.Mo was much tougher on him than me, a lot of the time I wasn't the target of the main attack, the best thing I learned from the Chicago Flying Fat Boy was to have a thick skin.

Without a thick skin that can't even be burned by boiling water, there is really no way to resist Dor.Mo's cynicism.

I gradually found that the game film can't let me learn to defend, can't let me read the defense, and can't make me send a good pass.

I took the initiative to ask Grant for advice on defense, and I also went to Manu to ask him what his passing tricks were. He always made magical passes that I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma.

The answer I got was that there is no trick.

The reason why Manu can pass so many elusive balls is because he has the instinct to pass the ball when he sees the opportunity.

The reason why Grant's defense is so good is because he is doing foot work day and night.

I may not be able to master Manu's passing, but I can try to learn from Grant, and I began to practice defensive footwork with Grant frequently.

Half a month later, in the first round of the playoffs, I defended and killed a veteran in the game. He became angry and knocked me to the ground when I was attacking. To my surprise, the first one for me The man in his early years turned out to be Fat Boy Chicago.

I just don't want him to stand up for me!
"Did dad call you stupid? Next time I go back, I don't want to be suspended!" He yelled at me.

I have nothing to say, the best response was to hit back in the second half.

I have to go back exactly what that person did to me. Because what I did was too obvious, the referee thought it was too dangerous, and called me a second-level malicious foul on the spot.

The audience at the Empire Axis gave me a huge cheer, and I walked out with my head held high.

We won that game easily.

I thought my toughness would win some compliments or praises, but my dad returned to the locker room and sneered at my way of counterattacking head-on.

"If you want to be a tough guy, I have no objection. In my opinion, the best way to fight back is to not be noticed by the referee, and to attack the idiot who retaliates in front of the referee. You are the second after Eddie Curry!" Dor. Mo said more and more angry, "The third pick is full of idiots!"

How should I explain it so that Dad knows that it wasn't my intention, it was the irrational behavior provoked by the fat guy in Chicago?
Apparently I can't explain it, and in his eyes, I'm as stupid as the Chicago Fat Boys with the third pick.

This incident somewhat affected my relationship with the Fat Boys in Chicago.

We still look down on each other, but I also found that he is not as bad as I thought.

Next time I will focus on why I want to be Dor.Mo.

(End of this chapter)