nycdaug Chapter 178 Zeng Fanbo: Why did the boss sign Watanabe Yuta?
Chapter 178 Zeng Fanbo: Why did the boss sign Watanabe Yuta?
"Wang, you play point guard. Mills, you play shooting guard. Remember what I said in the locker room."
A few minutes later, Nash stood on the sideline and addressed the starting five.
For Nash, Wang Xiucheng had not practiced with the team before, so he fielded two different starting lineups in these two games.
I just want to know which lineup is more suitable for Wang Xiucheng.
As for Simmons, he wasn't originally in the team's future plans.
If it weren't for the long contract, Simmons would have been fired long ago.
Everyone in the world knows that as soon as the season starts, he will soon be sitting on the bench in a suit and tie.
It's better to plan ahead now than to be caught off guard and scramble to deal with things later.
As for Mills, Nash certainly knew about his relationship with Wang Xiucheng last season.
However, since they are both professional players, the two greeted each other with a fist bump before setting off, and Nash trusted their professionalism.
The five players huddled together, hands clasped together, and Wang Xiucheng shouted, "Let's get them!"
"Fuck him."
All five of them shouted loudly.
The five people were shouting in Mandarin, and although it wasn't standard, the audience could still tell.
The next moment, everyone started clapping and making noise.
Wang Xiucheng was the first to step onto the court, and Durant's face turned red; he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
He didn't know what Wang Xiucheng wanted them to shout, he just said that Chinese people liked to hear it and that it was down-to-earth.
Wang Xiucheng originally wanted him to start, but Durant could not accept such a humiliating thing.
So this task was assigned to Wang Xiucheng.
Jokic and Claxton stood at the center line. As the basketball flew up, Claxton jumped up and slapped it.
Jokic didn't even jump; he just made a gesture.
This left Coach Ma Long, who was standing not far away, looking utterly exasperated.
You fatso!
I've been in China for the past few days and I feel like I could eat eight meals a day.
Coach Ma Long didn't even need to weigh him; he knew the fat guy had gained at least five or six pounds.
The basketball flew towards Mills, who quickly controlled it, dodged the opponent's attempt to steal the ball, and immediately passed it to Wang Xiucheng, who was standing not far away.
Wang Xiucheng waved his hand, signaling Mills to make his run.
Wang Xiucheng only passed the ball forward after everyone, including Jokic, had crossed the halfway line.
He had only taken one step when Wang Xiucheng suddenly flung the basketball away from Jokic's head without warning.
Jokic didn't even lift his hand before the basketball was already above the backboard.
Durant intercepted the ball with one hand and then slammed it into the basket.
Before he even landed, Durant pointed at Wang Xiucheng.
nice shot!
Wang Xiucheng nodded in response.
At the same time, retreat to defend.
Jokic pursed his lips, picked up the basketball, and handed it to Murray.
Murray slowly dribbled the ball forward.
But his eyes were fixed on Wang Xiucheng in the distance.
Even clay Buddhas have temper!
He was injured last season, and there were constant rumors that the team wanted to trade him for Wang Xiucheng, which made him very unhappy.
Although the deal never actually happened, he still had a burning desire for it.
He wanted to prove that he was at least better than this Chinese man.
He brought the ball up the field, and Wang Xiucheng closed in on him.
Murray made a feint, which didn't shake off Wang Xiucheng, but it gave him enough space.
Swish!
Before Jokic could even get into position, Murray launched a three-pointer and made it.
Murray stretched out his hand and waved it gently, seemingly quite satisfied.
Jokic had just crossed the center line when he saw the ball go in, and immediately turned around and ran back.
He was aware of Murray's resentment, so he didn't say anything.
Putting myself in his shoes, if it were him, he probably would have already started cursing.
And ultimately, this matter is also related to him.
Claxton throws the ball from the baseline.
Wang Xiucheng dribbled the ball between his legs once, then headed towards the center line.
Murray closed in on Wang Xiucheng before he even reached the center line.
As Wang Xiu lowered his center of gravity, he continuously changed direction with his crotch while his feet kept probing.
Murray kept his eyes on Wang Xiucheng, trying to stop him.
But the next moment he was shaken so badly that he was rooted to the spot and couldn't move at all.
His brain told him that Wang Xiucheng would break through on the right, but his eyes could only see that Wang Xiucheng was heading to the left.
For a moment, he was completely unable to make any movements.
With a thud, Wang Xiucheng swished the ball with both hands, the basketball went over Murray's head, and then was passed directly to the right side.
Mills, who had just run into an open space, turned around and found the basketball right in front of him.
Mills caught the basketball in a flurry of activity and almost reflexively threw it away.
Swish!
The ball goes in.
Mills stared at his hands in disbelief.
His shooting form wasn't fully extended at all; he wouldn't be surprised if he had missed the target entirely.
But the ball went in, which surprised Mills.
Looks like I'm having good luck today.
Mills turned and ran back, bumping his hand with Wang Xiucheng's outstretched hand before quickly returning to defense.
On the bench, Zeng Fanbo watched Wang Xiucheng and Mills pass each other and recalled their conversation on the plane yesterday.
Zeng Fanbo doesn't understand why the Nets signed Yuta Watanabe.
“He knew perfectly well that you, Brother Wang, would not be happy, but he still signed Watanabe Yuta and that Mills. I don’t understand what this boss is thinking.”
Wang Xiucheng said nonchalantly at the time, "The person who understands you best is your enemy. There aren't many people in Japan who can be considered top-notch. They play team basketball, and Watanabe Yuta is one of the strongest among them."
"If you suddenly meet him in an international competition, do you know him?"
Zeng Fanbo shook his head.
“Now you have the opportunity to get to know him,” Wang Xiucheng said. “Whether it’s in a competition or in training, you must observe him carefully. When it comes to the international competition, I will hand him over to you.”
Zeng Fanbo was very surprised, never expecting that an ordinary contract would have such profound implications.
It's impossible for Tsai Tsung-hsin to have discussed signing Watanabe Yuta with Wang Hsiu-cheng, but Wang Hsiu-cheng could see the intention behind it.
Wang Xiucheng always seems to be able to simplify a complex matter and see its essence.
The next moment, Zeng Fanbo was stunned again, realizing a problem.
"Brother Wang, you just said that I should guard against Yuta Watanabe in the future. Do you mean I can make it into the national team?"
"In no mood?"
"No, of course I want to, but am I qualified?"
"I don't know about that, it's up to Chairman Yao to decide, haha."
Zeng Fanbo still remembers Wang Xiucheng's confident smile at the end, as if everything was under his control.
Bang!
While lost in thought, Zeng Fanbo was suddenly awakened by the sound of a dunk.
Jokic uncharacteristically slammed home a dunk, then shook his head and ran back.
Claxton, however, stood outside the baseline under the basket with a dark expression on his face.
Without a doubt, Jokic pushed him out of the game.
Wang Xiucheng found it somewhat amusing, and after Claxton served, he deliberately whispered something to him from behind.
Then, Claxton seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, crossed the center line, and stood directly at the top of the arc, seemingly to provide cover for Wang Xiucheng.
Jokic had no choice but to follow Claxton.
Wang Xiucheng quickly reached Claxton, used a screen to shake off Murray, and then faced Jokic.
Switch sides!
Jokic was slightly startled, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.