As a man who becomes more courageous with every setback and constantly recovers from the pain of winning, winning against the Timberwolves will certainly not knock Min Congda down.
After all, the Timberwolves' combat effectiveness is indeed poor. After this game, they had 4 wins and 22 losses, ranking last in the league. It's strange that such a team could lose.
In tonight's game, what really worries Min Congda is Curry's state. Watching him fly up and down on the court, spinning the defender around like an elf.
Min Congda felt like he had been tricked.
Is this the bad No. 1 pick he won in the draft?
A primary school student as skinny as a monkey, with a baby face that has no ability to fight?
"Eating dumplings, yes, this game must be about eating dumplings. Who doesn't want to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year? It's such a cold day, it's the winter solstice, so let him eat dumplings."
Min Congda learned the term "eating dumplings" from Goupu.com.
It means that in a long season, there are always a few games where players perform exceptionally well.
Role players who are usually unknown may shine in a certain game and steal everyone's attention.
But this kind of eating dumplings is unsustainable. If you change your opponent in the next game, you will be knocked back to your original shape.
Thinking back to Curry's performance this season, he was outstanding in one game, but his hips were stretched in the next.
A few mediocre games in the middle, then highlight again, score 20 points, or score a buzzer-beater, only to have a bad performance in the next game.
"Well, yes, this shows that Curry's strength is still far from enough and his condition is unstable. The Timberwolves are so rubbish this time. Wait until the next game... damn, the next game will be against the New York Knicks!"
Thinking that the next opponent was the Knicks, Min Congda fell silent.
The Knicks are notoriously bad. After all, they are known as the Evil of the East. Since the Black Eight Miracle in 1999, the Knicks have been stuck in the quagmire and have never gotten up again.
Bad contracts come one after another, farce in the team continues, all kinds of gossips are flying, but they just don't play well.
Madison Square Garden is a basketball Mecca, a sacred place for basketball, but it has not had a championship in more than 40 years.
This year, the Knicks' symptoms still show no signs of easing. There are no stars, and the garbage contracts have not yet been cleared.
However, as far as Min Congda knows, the Knicks' goal this year is to mess it up and collect a bunch of expired contracts, preparing to flex their muscles and catch big fish in the 10-year free market.
"I want to show off, and you guys have to show off too. It's really troublesome. How come we met Bei Bei and Dong Xie in the first two games of this road trip?"
The current record of the Knicks is 8 wins and 17 losses, which is at the bottom of the Eastern Conference, but the team's combat effectiveness is still there.
Min Congda analyzed it carefully and believed: "Although the Knicks lineup has expired bad contracts, these players with bad contracts all had certain abilities in the past, otherwise they would not have signed long-term contracts. David Lee, Ke Reese Duhon and Wilson Chandler are all capable players individually." (I was wrong when I wrote that David Lee was in the Warriors. This has been corrected.)
"They play at home and have advantages in morale and physical fitness. If the referee's whistle helps, they have a chance to win. David Lee is a flexible forward who can score. Chris Duhon... What is the level of this player? Come and take a look.”
In the hotel room, Min Congda was worried about predicting the situation of the next game.
Turn on the computer and start searching for information on players who are less familiar with them and learn about their playing styles and characteristics.
This enthusiasm for learning is admirable. Those who didn't know better thought he was the team coach, studying the opponents' weaknesses.
The next day, the snow in Minnesota stopped long ago, and flight departures and landings at the airport returned to normal.
After several hours of flying in the air, the Clippers team successfully landed at the New York Airport.
A group of people were pulling their luggage to the bus in the parking lot. Min Congda was about to board the bus when a silver Mercedes-AMG horn honked next to the bus.
Min Congda glanced at the car, the window rolled down, and Daddario, wearing sunglasses, gave Min Congda a bright smile.
"Wo! Anna! Why are you here! Didn't I promise that I would contact you when I get to the hotel?"
Min Congda was very surprised. He didn't expect that Daddario would pick him up at the airport in person and was still waiting by the team's bus.
"I said I was very anxious to see you. Do you believe me?"
Daddario took off his sunglasses, his green eyes exuding a charming light.
"Believe it, of course I believe it. I also want to see you."
Min Congda was talking nonsense. During the days when he and Daddario were separated, he was not idle for a moment.
After waving goodbye to the players on the bus, Min Congda got into Daddario's car. The Clippers generals booed and gave him middle finger contempt.
I thought this guy was on the road trip to supervise the battle in person to boost his morale. He spent a long time there mainly to date Ma Zi.
Watching Daddario's AMG leave in a flash, Ada, who was sitting on the bus, was filled with anger and her face was gloomier than a New York winter day.
Min Congda and Daddario haven't seen each other for more than a month since the last time they saw each other.
In the suite of the Hilton Hotel in New York, I surrendered and slept in Min Congda's arms with my eyes closed.
Min Congda was psychologically satisfied and relaxed. It was very hard to watch the team lose every day.
Especially since the Clippers won the last game and will play the Knicks tomorrow, Min Congda feels a lot of pressure. It would be better if they play the Celtics.
Daddario took a nap for a while and looked up to see Min Congda frowning and looking worried. He stretched out his hand to caress his face and asked, "Smart, are you thinking about the team? Are you worried about tomorrow's game?"
Min Congda nodded. He was indeed worried. He was just worried about winning and couldn't tell others yet.
Daddario got out of the quilt, and the two dangling balls immediately drew Min Congda's eyes away, and his brows widened.
She got out of bed, ran to get her laptop from her luggage, and ran back to the bed. Min Congda was confused by the two dangling balls.
"Smart, I have something very interesting to show you, something related to your team... Oh no, you must have seen it."
Min Congda thought to himself, what else is more beautiful than you now... Hey, is it related to our team?
"What is it, related to our team?"
"It's a video posted on YouTube by your team's official account. It has a high click-through rate recently and has become popular."
"Video? What video? I haven't seen any videos related to our team."
"You are not a qualified manager Smart, you are that "Basketball and Gay"."
Basketball and gay? Isn’t that a short film shot by Jordan Peele and Michael Key?
Fire? What's the meaning? on fire?
"Quick! Open it and show me!"
(End of chapter)
