field coach

Chapter 153

The first quarter of the game ended with Davis' wonderful self-throwing and self-dunk, and his goal just now was repeatedly played on the big screen.

After Davis left the court, he sat down next to Jordan, and Jordan patted him on the shoulder: "Good job."

But Davis looked at Jordan suspiciously: "Michael, did you do it on purpose? Keep me on the court."

Jordan smiled and didn't answer his question, just said: "Isn't the performance pretty good?"

Davis did not play in the second quarter, watching Starks and Ewing fight Robinson and Stockton.

But DeWeese felt a little dull. He felt that in many cases, he had already had a shot, but Starks or Stockton still passed the ball.

"Hey, Michael, look at that position, why didn't John shoot directly?" Davis pointed to Starks and asked Jordan next to him.

Jordan was taken aback for a moment, and began to recall the process of the attack just now.

"You're saying that after the pick-and-roll, John obviously had room to shoot, so why did he still pass the ball to Patrick, who was following David all the time?"

"That's right, isn't it sure to shoot directly from that position?"

Jordan laughed.

"Little Michael, I think that position is open, and you also think it is open, but for John, it is not open. He is used to cooperating with Patrick. His first choice will always be to pass to Patrick who is cutting inside, instead of choosing to shoot himself."

Davis nodded thoughtfully.

O'Neill, who had been listening to the chat between the two, leaned over his head, and said to Davis with a resentful expression: "Mike, how would you choose in this situation?"

Davis said without hesitation: "I will shoot directly from beyond the three-point line."

O'Neill snorted arrogantly, and Davis rolled his eyes in exchange.

"It's like you came out to pick and roll for me?"

After thinking about it carefully, O'Neill found that this is indeed the case. He basically doesn't go out of the penalty area very much. Every time he defends an inside player with long-range shooting ability on the opposite side, he almost wants to pull a few hairs off his bald head.

"I don't care, I will pick and roll for you in the future, you have to pass the ball to me more!" O'Neill simply played around, shaking his big head and said to Davis with dissatisfaction.

Davis didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, okay, as long as you are willing to come out and give me a pick-and-roll, I will definitely pass the ball to you. No matter how many defensive players are chasing after your ass, I believe you will be able to carry them and dunk the ball into the basket."

O'Neill nodded in satisfaction.

Jordan watched the two joking here, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"If I had such an inside teammate...but Scottie is also good." Jordan comforted himself with Pippen, but when he thought of the Magic's extremely powerful striker, he felt like a kitten was scratching his heart.

"Hey, DeWeese, I want to ask you something. How did your team do it? In just two seasons, the entire team seemed to have been reborn." Jordan finally couldn't help it, and asked DeWeese.

"Now I feel a bit struggling to face your team, but two seasons ago you were just a small team, and you haven't even made a playoff until now."

Davis couldn't help laughing after hearing Jordan's question.

"Michael, have you played against the Celtics this year?"

"I've played, and it was easy to win, but the two rookies on their team are really good." Jordan didn't know why Davis asked this question, but he answered honestly.

"Since the Celtics can choose a suitable cornerstone for team building, the Magic will have no problem. After all, I proposed the Celtics' reconstruction strategy to Mr. Reed." Davis said with a smile.

Jordan was taken aback.

"What? Did you choose these people?"

"Yes, it's all because of me. And the reason I did this, Michael, is because I want to beat you." Davis said slowly, staring seriously at Jordan's eyes.

Jordan froze for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"So that's it. I said why didn't you let me retire. It turns out that you have already planned everything, but, little Michael, I will not be defeated." Jordan's eyes were full of contempt.

O'Neill, who was on the sidelines, was shocked by the information revealed in Jordan's words.

"What? Michael, you want to retire?"

"If it wasn't for little Michael, I don't think you can see me playing here anymore. In fact, I really want to try to play baseball. I think I should not be bad at playing baseball." Jordan said confidently.

"You old man should be your own basketball god honestly. It's so fun to abuse a rookie. You have to go to the baseball field to find yourself uncomfortable~" Davis complained in his heart.

While a few people were chatting, D'Antoni suddenly said to them from the side: "Get ready, go out and do some activities."

The three nodded and stood up at the same time.

After the official timeout, O'Neal, Davis and Jordan returned to the court. Davis suddenly said to Jordan: "Michael, let's cooperate and let you experience how happy it is to have a top point guard."

"Okay, looking forward to your performance, I hope it can bring me some surprises."

Now the eastern team is O'Neal, Ewing, Wilkins, Jordan and DeWeese, while the western team is Robinson, Malone, Kemp, Payton and Stockton.

After Davis came on the court, the Eastern team happened to have the ball. He took the ball to the top of the arc and found that the player was basically motionless, so he couldn't help sighing.

He gestured for his teammates to move, and then sprang into action.

Jordan was slipping over along the baseline, and O'Neal subconsciously made a pick-and-roll for him, blocking Payton, who was defending Jordan, behind him.

Jordan praised O'Neal's consciousness, and then he was thinking, it would be great if the ball could be passed now, but he looked at Robinson and Malone who were in front of him, and gave up this unrealistic idea.

But suddenly an orange-red thing hit the place between the toes of Robinson and Malone, and then bounced directly into Jordan's arms.

Jordan subconsciously turned around and put the ball in his hand into the basket.

He purposely ran up to DeWeese and patted his ass.

"Nice job, boy, pass this kind of ball more."

Davis gave a thumbs up, indicating that there is no problem.

Sure enough, DeWeese, who did what he said, got the ball after O'Neal grabbed the defensive rebound, made a pass across the court, passed through two defenders, and accurately delivered it to Jordan.

(End of this chapter)