In the next two consecutive games, Wen Hao also played in the rotation. McHale did not break his promise. Although he had seen some problems with Wen Hao, he said he would give Wen Hao playing time, and he did it.
However, Wen Hao's performance in these two games was not satisfactory. In the first game, he played for 16 minutes and got 7 assists, 2 points and 2 rebounds. His performance was acceptable. Although it was worse than his previous games, it was relatively good.
For other point guards, this is already very good. But in the second game, after playing for fifteen minutes, he only got 3 assists and 2 rebounds. On the contrary, he made 4 turnovers. In this game, for Wen Hao
To put it bluntly, it was extremely bad.
He felt that no matter who he wanted to pass the ball to, there was always a defensive teammate waiting on the passing route. As long as he passed the ball, it was likely to be intercepted. That was the reason for those four turnovers. He understood that those head coaches were targeting him.
The arrangement was made so that as long as he controlled the ball on the court, the defensive players would stick to the rest of the Rockets, giving him no chance to pass the ball.
"Damn!" On the plane to the last away game, Wen Hao became more and more unwilling to think about it. He shouted angrily in his heart. Those hateful coaches and hateful players always set up defenses against me. It's so hateful.
Thinking of this, he thought of the point guard's heart in his body. Couldn't this point guard's heart help me become a top point guard? Why is it getting more and more difficult to pass the ball? What a broken system, you are a liar, you**
*Come out, come out of my body!
Although Wen Hao wore a blindfold and closed his eyes, he was roaring in his heart. He clenched his hands into fists and his joints turned pale from the exertion.
Arriving at the hotel booked by the team, Wen Hao was a little frustrated. He barely greeted any of his teammates, took a shower and lay on the bed. However, due to his poor performance in the game, he couldn't sleep at all and kept his eyes open in the dark.
, looking at the endless darkness, his heart seemed to be plunged into darkness. It had been two consecutive games, and he felt that he had no power at all. But that was not the worst. The worst thing was seeing this short
The contract is about to expire. If he continues like this, the Rockets will most likely not renew his contract. Even if they reluctantly renew his contract, it will only be a basic salary contract.
"How can this be? You don't want a basic salary, I don't want a basic salary." In the darkness, Wen Hao said in an almost hoarse voice.
He personally does not love money very much. In his heart, money is far less important than ideals. But as the only son in the family, he has the responsibility to change the current situation of the family and make his parents live a better life. In his hometown, friends as old as himself
, almost all of them go out to work, earn money to support their families, and share the worries of their parents. But I have never sent a penny home until now. Although my father is also very open-minded, saying that as long as he is happy, the two of them have no other requirements. But as a family
The only son, this is his responsibility. But until now, he has not taken any responsibility at all.
I was about to renew my contract with the Rockets. Based on my previous performance, I could earn a good contract and send tens of thousands of dollars home at the end of the season. I didn't expect that my performance in these two games suddenly plummeted. If this continues, at most
How can I send money home if I can only get a basic-salary contract and can’t even take care of myself?
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I don't know how much time passed. The more Wen Hao thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. He threw away the quilt, sat up suddenly, and cursed angrily: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, I can't sleep anymore."
If any domestic fans see "Mr. Wen" looking like this, they will definitely be shocked. It turns out that Mr. Wen can also get angry.
After sitting in the dark for a moment and letting his heavy breathing subside, Wen Hao turned on the light and started the computer. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply played on the computer. He didn't play 2k, which he had always loved, and now he didn't want to see anything about basketball.
Something. He was playing a game that was translated into Chinese as "The Prototype of Killing", enjoying the thrill of killing and releasing the stress and anger in his heart.
In the world of killing, Wen Hao did get pleasure, which relieved his depressed mood in recent days. After passing four levels in a row, he felt a little tired, so he quit the game and planned to rest for a while.
At this time, he accidentally clicked on a blog called "Wen Zhi Space". To his surprise, almost all the articles in this blog were about himself. He read each article and felt a little excited.
, and even laughed a little. It made me happy that someone opened a blog specifically to write about me.
However, when he read the last two articles, his expression became solemn. Both articles analyzed his strengths and weaknesses, and they were quite thorough. Especially the last article "The Limits of Chinese Writing"
Said: Undoubtedly, for now, Wen Hao is the best point guard in China. His passing vision is wide and his basketball IQ is extremely high, even comparable to some coaches. But we also have to see that his style of play is single.
This is his fatal weakness. In recent games, his assists have been 14, 7 and 3 respectively, showing a clear downward trend. Judging from the game, those coaches have discovered Wen Hao's weakness, that is
No scoring, no breakthrough.
In response to this, they made arrangements to strengthen their defense against other Rockets players. In this way, Wen Hao's chances of passing the ball were greatly reduced. If he couldn't pass the ball, how could he assist? They let Wen Hao shoot.
, allowing him to break through, but Wen Hao basically didn't shoot and couldn't break through. Wen Hao couldn't pass the ball, so he couldn't score. His role on the court was completely limited, and his defensive loopholes were infinitely magnified.
If Wenhao wants to continue playing, he must break through these limitations. He must learn to score by himself. Only by himself can he score and attract part of the defense. Only then can he have a chance to pass the ball again. If he breaks through these limitations, he will become a top player.
As a point guard, his limits don't stop there.
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Seeing this, Wen Hao fell silent. He sat in front of the computer for a long time, staring at the screen. Almost everything he said in this blog hit the mark. Although he didn't want to admit it, his performance in the past two games was indeed like this...
Thinking of this, Wen Hao continued to browse articles about himself on the Internet. Most of those recent articles criticized himself, and the language was so sharp and vicious that it was completely unacceptable:
"The short-lived No. 5 made us see clearly the nature of Chinese guards. They are destined to be unable to play in the NBA..."
"Wen Hao is like a flower that is about to wither before it fully blooms. This shows us that he is not suitable for playing in the NBA at all..."
"When other teams' defenses became more and more targeted, he encountered unprecedented obstacles. Under such obstacles, it is impossible for people like him to survive."
"Although his style of play is gorgeous, he is too weak and his character is too weak. Such a person cannot survive in the NBA..."
"Now I finally know why no Chinese defender can play in the NBA. For them, only tall centers can shoulder the pressure of the NBA, and these dwarf-like guards are destined to be crushed by the pressure..."
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Only a small part of these articles analyzed Wen Hao's weaknesses, but most of them were related to racial discrimination, and there were even many vicious personal attacks. The more Wen Hao read, the more annoyed he became.
Go back and read that blog article again. The article talked about many of my shortcomings, but the language was plain, just like pointing out the shortcomings to an old friend.
After reading the article in detail a few more times, Wen Hao finally came to his senses: it was time to practice shooting and breakthrough.
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[I've caught a cold for no apparent reason in the past two days. I slept all day yesterday and didn't write a word. I managed to write two chapters today. This is the second chapter. There is another chapter at 11:30 p.m.]
