Nba: Divine Grade Talent

Kurt Thomas thought for a while: "It's okay, we won another game steadily, but in the second half, Pierce was in a bad state and didn't play happily at all.

"That's right, he didn't play well with us in the second half of the game. The Celtics were really not strong at all." Keith Van Horn continued.

Don Cheney smiled helplessly at them. He didn't expect that they would start complaining about the Celtics after winning the game this time.

In fact, when Don Cheney was in the audience, he could see that Pierce didn't play well in the second half, almost relying on other players to make do with it.

However, the Knicks responded fairly well, after all, it was the first time they encountered such a difficult situation in the game.

"Just now I saw that your game cooperation is not bad in the audience. No matter what problems the opposing team 167 has, as long as we finish the game seriously, it is enough. I wanted to see that during this period of time, you are not so strict. What kind of state it will be like, now it looks better than imagined."

Of course, Don Cheney wasn't at the Madison Gardens during this time, and they took the opportunity to be lazy for a few days. If they didn't play well, they couldn't explain it to Don Cheney.

Although the coach did not strictly require us, we will also follow your teachings and train well, let alone Lin Mo who supervises us. Dikambe Mutombo smiled at Don Cheney.

When Dikambe Mutombo said this, Lin Mo felt a little embarrassed.

Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at Dikambe Mutombo, then looked at Don Cheney a little shyly, this Dikambe (ajei) Mutombo is also really, talking nonsense.

I haven't been to Madison Garden for the past two days, let alone training

"Okay, don't be poor, you've had enough fun during this time, and I'll go to Madison Garden to practice later." Don Cheney patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Lin Mo knocked Dikambe Mutombo on the head: "What are you doing here, let's go and go to training."

Dikambe Mutombo waited and looked at Lin Mo with big eyes. This is really unfair. With so many people standing, he only hit his head.

Alas, there is no way, who made Lin Mo play so well, and I just worship him. Dikambe Mutombo followed behind them obediently.

Lin Mo walked slowly into the training ground of Madison Gardens, picked up a basketball from one side very skillfully, and threw it to Kurt Thomas and the others.

There has been no training for such a long time, the training ground is bare, and all the signposts and so on have been put away.

Lin Mo put those marker poles to the spare space on the side of the training ground, took the basketball, and began to practice the basketball around the poles.

"Lin Mo, why are you starting to practice around the pole again? Didn't you practice shooting the ball before?" Keith Van Horn looked at Lin Mo curiously.

Lin Mo's previous training was all about decorating and shooting. What's going on this time, he even practiced rounding the bar. It doesn't matter whether he practices at his speed or not.

Lin Mo looked at Keith Van Horn and lowered his head: "I want to practice my speed again, to see if my dribbling speed has improved recently, it's just right, help me check the watch.

Lin Mo feels that his dribbling speed seems to have improved a lot during this period of time.

In the past few days, I always feel that my talent is stronger than before, but I haven't heard the system prompt. I don't know if there is something wrong with the system, so he is going to prove it himself.

After all, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself. If there is really a problem with the system, it is more realistic to rely on yourself.

Lin Mo stood at the beginning of the signpost, slapped the basketball in his hand non-stop, then turned his head and gave Keith Van Horn a look.

Keith van Horn stood by Lin Mo's side, with a whistle in his mouth and a stopwatch in his hand.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Keith Van Horn stopped the stopwatch in his hand.

Lin Mo began to dribble around the pole from the starting point marked, and Keith van Horn's eyes were fixed on Lin Mo in front of him, and he kept turning around.

I have to say that Lin Mo's speed is really too fast, I really don't understand why he has reached such a level, and he has to continue to practice speed, if he is faster, he will probably fly.

Lin Mo shuttled quickly and fluently among the sign poles.

"Crack." Keith Van Horn pressed the stopwatch, Lin Mo held the basketball in his hand, walked towards Keith Van Horn, and glanced at the numbers on the stopwatch.

The numbers on the stopwatch were not what Lin Mo expected, Lin shook his head: "Let's do it again.

Keith Van Horn was stunned for a moment, isn't it! Are you still not satisfied with such a fast speed? It is 1 second faster than the last measurement. I really don't know that this kind of master has something in his mind What. .