"Come on! Aren't you a basketball genius that Serbia and Montenegro have only seen for a century?" McDyess yelled at Milicic after giving him a hard hat.
The 2.16-meter Milicic was firmly blocked by the 2.06-meter McDyess. This made Milicic really embarrassed, especially when there was general manager Joe in the auditorium of the stadium.
·Dumars also has Detroit Shock coach and former Pistons star Bill Laimbeer.
Milicic picked up the ball from the other side of the court in disgrace. Faced with McDyess's pressing defense, he pretended to break through to the right. At the moment McDyess followed Milicic and moved his center of gravity to the right, a cross step
Breaking through to the left in disguise, Milicic used his peripheral vision to glance at McDyess, who was half a body behind. He was about to prepare for a mid-range jumper, but just when he was holding the ball with both hands and preparing to shoot, McDyess had already passed the ball from behind.
Stab away, ruining the attack.
Then McDyess started, picked up the ball outside the three-point line, went straight inside, turned his back to Milicic on the left side and leaned him behind him, suddenly moved to the right, Milicic's center of gravity
Just after catching up, he realized that it was a fake move. McDyess pretended to turn to the right to break through, but actually took a small hook step toward the basket, and the ball hit the basket with a hollow sound.
McDyess picked up the ball and handed it to Milicic and said: "Boy, the ball should be played like this. Don't you know what NBA-level confrontation is? Oh, by the way, you average less than five minutes of playing time per game.
, just picking up the ball and serving it."
I didn't think anything about it just watching the NBA in the past. In fact, in private, people talk a lot of trash. Sometimes some balls should not be attacked at all according to the situation on the court, but when the players are stimulated, they will give an Answerball.
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Milicic really couldn't restrain his inner anger. After getting the ball, he took one step and pulled up a three-pointer. But because of his anger, he used too much force on his arm, not enough fingertips, the curvature was too low, and the ball was hard.
It hit the backboard hard and collapsed behind the backboard.
"So you like three-pointers, but it's a pity that you didn't see them in the whole year last year. No wonder, as soon as you come on the court, the outcome is determined. How come you Europeans are all weaklings who like to shoot three-pointers?"
Damn? Is it because when you shoot three-pointers, you don’t have to fight like a man in the paint?"
McDyess was talking rubbish, but his hands were not wasted at all. Milicic was so angry that he stole the ball in a gambling style. McDyess took advantage of his fact that he was much shorter than Milicic.
The ten-centimetre-long body dodged past nimbly, and went straight to the basket for a two-handed dunk.
Hooks, dunks, back-ups, mid-range shots... McDyess showed off his inside skills one by one, while Milicic was like a wooden stake. Watching his various performances, he would show off every move.
Each offensive style was performed to perfection, and Milicic was nothing more than a poor foil.
11 to 3. It must be said that Milicic's only three goals were all based on luck. One of the mid-range shots bounced into the basket after being touched by McDyess.
"Congratulations Antonio, I'm very happy to see your physical condition. You made me confirm once again that my choice was correct." Joe Dumas came over and said to McDyess.
"It's nothing, but to be honest, Darko is a good warm-up target. He has good height and can move. This is much better than the wooden board lying there." McDyess said with a shrug.
, his expression looked unusually relaxed.
"Antonio McDyess!" Milicic roared.
"You want another show? I didn't expect that Mr. Darko's psychological quality is still very good!"
"No! I lost, completely, but I hope you remember that this is just the beginning. Maybe I am not as good as you now, but I am younger than you. You have already begun to decline, but I am making progress every day.
Sooner or later I'm going to defeat you in this place and on this field, and that day won't be far away."
McDyess smiled brightly and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you, but not for too long. I'm not young anymore. Don't wait for me until I retire."
"Darko, I believe in my own vision. After the Olympics, I will have a good talk with Larry and ask him to give you more playing time, but you must become a qualified NBA player as you promised."
After a few words with Milicic, Joe Dumars took McDyess to talk about some issues regarding his own positioning in the new season.
Watching them leave, Milicic once again fell into despair and self-blame: Why can't I practice more shooting to make my shooting more stable? Why can't I practice more strength so that I won't face Mike?
Dais, who is a bit shorter than me, is at a disadvantage in the interior confrontation. Why don't I have more contact with my steps so that I won't have messy steps when facing a pressing defense...
"Are you a pussy or a homosexual? Why are you making that face that you're about to cry? Do you want that guy to pity you, or do you want him to have sex with you?" Bill Laimbeer walked over to Milisi.
Strange saying.
Laimbeer was known for his toughness when he was in the NBA, "devil", "axe-wielding villain", "gangster", "murderer"... This is Laimbeer's nickname. Laimbeer is recognized as a "bad boy"
The roughest guy in the world, even the bad boy Rodman has always targeted Laimbeer throughout his life, and once called himself "Black Laimbeer." "Magic" Johnson once commented on Laimbeer and said: "It's weird.
When you see his cold expression standing under the basket, you won't think of rushing in for a layup. No one wants to scrap their career just because of a layup." Laimbeer's physical fitness is not outstanding, but he can always do it.
It makes opponents with excellent physical fitness cry without tears.
Looking at Ranbir, who was now wearing a straight suit, it was really difficult to connect him with the swear words just now. Milicic said to him sternly: "Mr. Ranbir, please respect me!"
"If I want to respect you, you must first be worthy of my respect, and I don't think respect has any fucking bullshit meaning. What I need on the court is the fear of others, not the respect of others."
"Unfortunately, I don't want to be a player like you."
"Yes! Because you want to be a softie. If you were one percent as tough as me, you wouldn't watch a guy 10 centimeters shorter than you make 11 shots in front of you."
Although Li Xiao is not a player himself, and although life has made him accustomed to accepting things, he does not want others to think that he is a waste. Li Xiao secretly made up his mind, I want to become an All-Star and let those who laugh at me understand.
The result of despising me.
Seeing that Milicic was silent, Laimbeer handed him a business card and said, "I like what you said to that guy at the end. If you want to be a qualified Detroiter, come to me for training."
Milicic took the business card and said to him: "Why do you want to help me?"
"Actually, when I was your age, I was far behind you. I was just a white man with slow reactions and average physical fitness. But I don't believe in those old theories about genius and mediocrity. I only believe that a person who wants to win must win.
Will win. That’s how Detroiters are, we don’t need geniuses here, we need people who want to win.”
When Li Xiao came out of the arena, he made a decision. He called the phone: "Coach Pesic, this is Milicic. I think there is no problem with my injury. I am willing to join the Serbian and Montenegrin team and compete in the Athens Olympics."
