Chapter 18 San Antonio GDP

Chapter 18 San Antonio's GDP was just as Lin Fei and the Clippers were preparing to fly to San Antonio in the first game of the Southwest Division. Houston Rockets, the most popular team in the league, broke the heart of Chinese fans and Rockets. They will lose their home striker Yao Ming after 12 consecutive wins, and Yao Ming's name will be fractured. The ten-month truce was a bolt from the blue for them. The Rockets, who were full of confidence this season, won six consecutive victories at the beginning, but later lost in a row. If it hadn't been for this wave of thirteen consecutive victories, the Rockets would have counted down in the West. But this crazy winning streak rekindled their hopes for the championship, but now they shook their heads when they heard the news, because Yao Ming's injury was fatal to the Rockets.

That night, Lin Fei called Yao Ming. Yao Ming's humor did not hide his lost mood. Lin Fei felt Yao Ming's unwillingness. Only then did Lin Fei realize how horrible the injury was for professional athletes.

When Lin Fei hung up the phone, the mobile phone rang again. Lin Fei, who had not yet calmed down, picked up the mobile phone, which showed the mobile phone number of his agent Bob Pelinka.

"Bob, why do you think of calling me so late? Are you thinking about me so that you can't sleep?" Lin Fei tried to mobilize his mood with a joking tone.

"I miss you very much. God knows how busy I am. If you hadn't said you refused any endorsement this season, I would definitely be the busiest agent." Perinka at the other end of the phone was very resentful.

Lin Fei smiled and said, "This is also for your own good. I know that my price will not be high this season. Now I can at most calculate a good price for a big radish, so I refused in order to increase your income."

"Well, Lin, let me tell you a piece of news. The owner of the Clippers wants to see you. He will watch it live in San Antonio on the day you have a game the day after tomorrow, so my boss, you need to perform better, [***]. I still don't know whether he is a man or a woman, but if it's really like a rumored one Chinese, I think this is very COOL for you!"

Lin Fei smiled and said, "There is absolutely no problem with this. What I'm thinking now is to kill GDP and carry out the winning streak to the end!"

"Then New Yorkers will cry, and their draft rights are rapidly depreciating. Well, come on, game. Finally, I hope you have a good night in San Antonio. With a smile of YD, Perinka hung up the phone.

And Lin Fei was curious about the boss who wanted to meet him, because since the Clippers changed owners, there was not much news about the boss, but there was news that it was a Chinese consortium.

Lin Fei felt that it was useless to think more. It was better to play a good game. The next opponent, San Antonio, a team that has been stable for ten years, is definitely not a good bone. The season just now was odd years, and the Spurs have also successfully reached the top, and they are absolutely not willing to win in odd years. This year, their lineup is all about defending the title. Now they have the highest record in the West. Experts in most of Metropolis believe that the Clippers' six consecutive victories will be defeated by the San Antonio Spurs without any suspense.

The Spurs, a team that does not please David Stern, has its own rhythm. Except for the strange breakthroughs that make the adrenal glands often soar, this team will almost never **. Once any team is dragged into the rhythm of the Spurs, the game will basically fail for those teams. .

This game is broadcast live in the United States. Maybe I originally wanted to watch the duel of the top power forwards in the West, but now it is not a loss-making deal for the live ESPN. After all, the Clippers have a popular super rookie forest in the United States, which makes up more or less than the power forward duel. .

"Lin, be careful of that bullshit defense expert Bruce Bowen, and protect yourself. I don't want you to get hurt! Christie's Duncan is handed over to you. I know it's a difficult task, but I hope you can do your best. Sam, you play Sean's substitute in this game as you are trained. Sean, you have a height advantage. Don't let the French car catch fire. Wilson, you are responsible for the Argentine and reduce fouls. There is nothing you can do about some balls, but you need to keep your confidence all the time! Well, finally, according to the training style, try your best to win. You don't want to lose seven consecutive wins here. Come on!" Mike Dunleavy made the final arrangement, and the players from both sides walked out of the player channel.

The whole A&T stadium is full of Spurs fans. Some Chinese students and Chinese can be seen wearing Lin Fei's No. 8 jersey. The fans in this small city are loyal enough to their Spurs. It can be seen from their attendance. Almost everyone says that the Spurs' game is like 80 years old. In the old man's game, only they think that the so-called everyone is nonsense, and the Spurs' basketball is the best basketball game in the world in their eyes.

Lin Fei ran out of the player channel in the almost inaudible voice of the DJ at the scene, and the audience on both sides did not hesitate to boo.

"Damn rookie, your score will not exceed double digits today!"

"You will know what a real defense is!"

"Chinese boys, be careful not to cry when they are taught by Bruce!"

... Lin Fei curled his lips helplessly. Now he has long been used to the boos away from home, but he knows how difficult it is to deal with this game. When he analyzed Bruce Bowen's defense on the best probe, he couldn't help but have a trace of fear in his heart, especially after Yao Ming's stress fracture. It's even more diffused.

In fact, Lin Fei is just a young man under the age of 20. It is normal to be a little afraid under the infamous deterrence of Bruce Bowen.

"Hey, Lin!"

Lin Fei heard someone calling him behind him and immediately turned his head and found that Bill Wharton, the commentator, was waking to him. Lin Fei quickly ran over, "Hey, Elder Bill!"

Bill Wharton smiled happily, "Wow, that's great. You are an excellent young representative, unlike that fat pig who is not polite at all."

"Bill, Charles is not a young man. He is already an old man!" Bill Wharton's old partner Hoffman said with a smile.

"Are you confident against Bruce in this game?"

Looking at Bill Wharton, Lin Fei shrugged his shoulders, "To be honest, I'm a little afraid of him after watching his video!"

"Take it easy and don't play with pressure, so that you will be more afraid of him. You have your advantage. I believe you can do it. Don't let me down as an old man!" With that, Bill Wharton patted Lin Fei on the shoulder.

Lin Fei smiled and took off Bill Wharton's headset and put it on his head: "Welcome to ESPN's live NBA regular season San Antonio Spurs against the Los Angeles Clippers at home. Good people Bill and Hoffman will explain to you in this game!"

Lin Fei's behavior amused a lot of people, but in the eyes of the Spurs fans not far away, Lin Fei's behavior at this moment is as disgusting as the annoying orangutan before the game in Cleveland. It's all bullshit grandstanding!

"It seems that you have a talent for being a commentator! In the future, I will retire with my partner, and I will decide to kick this damn guy.

"Bill, you ungrateful guy!" Hoffman was very dissatisfied. "Lin, play well. Don't worry. In fact, Bruce's defense is also a part of the game and a personal style. He and Sean Battier are different defensive players. Maybe he will be disgusted by the opponent's coach because they don't have such teammates and don't have such a player. "

"Thank you, I will!" After saying that, Lin Fei slowly walked back to the bench.

"Welcome to the Los Angeles Clippers' away game against the St. Anthony Spurs. This game will be broadcast live by ESPN channel!" Bill Wharton began this commentary.

Hoffman took over Bill Wharton's words: "The starting lineup of the two sides is out. Wow, Mike Dunleavy has obviously made careful preparations. They changed two starting points. The organization guard is Sean Livingston, who is 205 tall. Tony is like a child in front of him. The shooting guard is a super rookie Lin. He is not surprised. Outside, he is the target of Bruce Bowen's defense. The small forward is the traded rookie Wilson Chandler. This is a rookie with great physical fitness. The defense is also good. It should be arranged to deal with Manu. Due to Elton's absence, the power forward is still Josh Powell, and the center is Chris Carman; the Spurs are still the old lineup. The inside line Tim Duncan, Matt Bonner, and the outside line is Bruce Bowen. Obviously, today's rookie Lin will be seriously tested by Bruce, but Lin's running position is also a serious test for Bruce. The outside Argentine demon knife Manu and the Frenchman Tony Parker, Eva's arrival at the scene today may inspire Tony's potential, okay The game is about to begin!"

"Krickaman and Tim Duncan jump the ball. This is two earth people jumping the ball. Okay, Tim is a little taller, and the Spurs take the lead in attacking!"

Parker's steady control of the ball, Livingston covered Parker, and his open arms sealed Parker's breakthrough route.

Duncan leaned on Kaman and reached out for the ball. Parker hung it directly. After more than ten years of attack, he turned over and shot.

The basketball bounced back into the frame over Kaman's fingers. Lin Fei had to admire Duncan's strength, and the simple shot had been interpreted to the extreme by Duncan.

"Tim is still so stable, and his name is the first record for the Spurs! This is Duncan's terrible place. Stability makes people desperate. He definitely deserves the position of the first striker in history!" Hoffman also spoke highly of Duncan.

Duncan scored, and Lin Fei also decided to feel Bruce Bowen's defense and leaned on Bowen to ask for the ball.

"[***]!" Lin Fei couldn't help cursing. Bowen's little moves were too much. When Livingston hung the ball over, he almost didn't catch it under the interference of Bowen's little movements.

Stabilizing the ball, Lin Fei turned around and faced Bowen head-on.

"Rookie, this is just the beginning. I advise you to pass the ball out!" Bao Wen stared at Lin Fei and said.

Lin Fei can clearly feel Bao Wen's fierceness. Lin Fei began his own attack with the basic action of three threats.

(To be continued)