"So, the Pickle Man paid half a million dollars to get you to do this to stop me from showing up? Are these guys crazy?"
"Even for the Kimchi people, this amount of money is definitely not a small amount. Do they really want to win?"
In Zhao Feiyang's room, coach Norman Thomas was telling him about what happened before. As mentors and apprentices who have won championships together, the relationship between the two is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Moreover, it is such a disgraceful thing, so Coach Thomas came to find Zhao Feiyang immediately.
Zhao Feiyang was certainly surprised when he heard the news.
Although the whole world knows what the Kimchi people did during the 2002 Football World Cup, now it is just an insignificant game. Losing or winning is just a matter of public opinion. It does not involve any face issues at all. Unexpectedly, Kimchi People care so much.
"I took the money!"
Coach Thomas said, “I plan to quietly donate this money to the local Red Cross and other related organizations in Hancheng... In this way, even if something happens afterwards, the matter will not be blamed on us. ......."
"If the Pickle people are willing to spend this money, they might as well build more stadiums for their teenagers..."
Zhao Feiyang deeply believed in what coach Thomas said.
This also reminded him of what a certain basketball association did.
Instead of asking foreign coaches to spend a lot of money to create a seemingly good result, it is better to fundamentally build more stadiums, give children more extracurricular time, and create more youth competitions, so that maybe more can be discovered. of genius.
Of course, when it comes to building a basketball talent transfer system, even a certain basketball association may not have enough say.
In that land where "excellence in learning leads to officialdom", things like sports that are related to entertainment are not allowed, or in other words, are not allowed to become mainstream.
Rather than saying that many people like sports, it is better to say that apart from people who really like to exercise, more melon-eating people just like champions!
As for the significance of this matter itself, those people don’t understand and don’t want to understand!
"So I can't play in the next game?"
"No. I told them that I will only give you 5 minutes! The whole game is only 5 minutes! As for what you want to do in these 5 minutes, I have no control over it! They have no control over it!"
"Then they agreed?"
"certainly."
Zhao Feiyang smiled helplessly.
He was really unpredictable about the pickle man's thoughts.
Game day is coming soon.
The game was held at the local basketball stadium in Hancheng.
What surprised Zhao Feiyang was that the Kimchi fans did not show much enthusiasm for the NBA team. When they got off the bus, although the fans kept taking photos, they always seemed relatively restrained.
However, a few Chinese international students in Kimchi were still very excited. They stood on both sides and waved cheering signs in their hands. When Zhao Feiyang and Jeremy Lin walked past them, they shouted wildly at them.
Soon everyone entered the infield.
While the Knicks were practicing, the national men's basketball team of Kimchi Country came out.
It was completely different from the previous attitude of welcoming them. This time the fans were screaming like crazy. Countless people excitedly waved things in their hands to cheer for the Kimchi National Men’s Basketball Team. Even the host was shouting crazily into the microphone. The focus of the entire arena was completely focused on them.
In order to perform tough in front of the Knicks, this time the Kimchi National Basketball Association also specially recruited a group of the best players in their country, many of whom have gone abroad for experience.
Such a lineup has also doubled the confidence of many Kimchi Country fans.
"This lineup is simply an all-star... What about the Knicks? Their tacit understanding may not be as good as ours..."
"NBA teams are not scary! Our players have experienced hundreds of battles. If they really play well together, the Knicks will also be defeated by us..."
"It's not uncommon for an upset to happen on the field, and it seems entirely possible this time..."
The pickle fans on the sidelines were talking a lot.
Beep.
The on-site timer sounded and the game officially started.
Under the nervous gaze of the pickle man, Zhao Feiyang did not appear.
Coach Thomas took into account the opponent's strength and sent all substitute players, and even gave the players some instructions before going on the field.
"Their ability is too far behind ours, so don't open up the score too much...just try to be as far ahead of them as possible..."
"We are at their home court, so we must pay attention to safety in everything... The Kimchi people are very excited..."
The players understand.
Although I don't know if I heard it or not, all the young players nodded.
Both sides walked onto the court and jumped the ball.
Before the referee officially threw the basketball, Zhao Feiyang suddenly felt something was wrong while sitting on the team bench. There are no NBA referees on site today. They are all local referees from Kimchi Country. It seems a little bad.
Coach Thomas was also quick to notice the problem.
He and Zhao Feiyang looked at each other and understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes.
Snapped.
On the court, the referee threw the ball.
The Knicks' backup center Mitchell Robinson took the first shot of the basketball. He slapped the ball to teammate Danyon Dotson.
Dotson advanced with the ball, and after halftime, players from Kimchi Country quickly came up to mark him.
Under interference from the opponent, Dotson gave the ball to the inside, and DeAndre Jordan, who got the ball, played singles under the basket. He easily knocked away the opponent's forward without much effort, turned around and deceived the opponent with a feint, stepped into the basket and dunked the ball easily with one hand.
boom.
The ball went in.
DeAndre Jordan played so easily that people outside the court sighed.
It was the pickle men's basketball team's turn to attack.
The person dribbling the ball is Park Eui-chi, the core player of the Kimchi National Men's Basketball Team.
After halftime, Park Yi-chi signaled his teammates to cover, and his teammates came up from the left to help him fend off the defender. Park Eui-chi took advantage of the situation to reach the two zones. Seeing the Knicks players inside, Park Eui-chi, who did not dare to break into the basket, could only choose to take a mid-range shot.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the ability of Jordan who flew over.
Snapped.
Jordan slapped the basketball out of Park Eui-chi's hand with a big shot.
However, just after the basketball flew out, there was an inappropriate whistle on the court. The referee blew the whistle himself, and then walked to the technical table to signal to the staff that Jordan's thug had fouled.
"Um?"
"Wang Defa?"
Little Jordan was stunned.
"Did I fight?"
"Damn! Why didn't I feel it? This goal was not a foul! How could such a penalty happen?"
He originally tried to argue with the referee, but considering that this game was just a friendly match, winning or losing didn't matter, so there was no need to pay too much attention to such small details. Therefore, Jordan chose to give up the argument and stood there and considered himself unlucky.
But when he looked like this, it was completely different in the eyes of the pickle fans. The other side thought that Jordan was defaulting to being a thug, so a group of pickle fans stood on the sidelines and excitedly gave the referee a thumbs up.
"Beautiful! This is the referee of our Big Pickle Country! He has the eyes of an eagle..."
"What about NBA stars? In our land of Big Pickle Country, even Michael must surrender..."
"Hurry up and make free throws! Score a two-plus-one and teach these guys a lesson..."
