Injuries in basketball only make me stronger

In early summer, the weather in Cleveland is pleasant, but there is a lot of noise inside and outside the city. In the dusk light, cars are gathering in the same direction. Pedestrians in the city are also rushing there. Drivers who are stuck on the road are frantically rushing.

Honking the horn only made the atmosphere more irritable.

Everyone wants to get there first.

Quicken Loans Center.

A foreign tourist who had never watched the NBA said helplessly to the taxi driver: "It's unbelievable that there is a traffic jam here!"

The driver looked at the passenger in the rearview mirror, as if looking at an idiot: "Don't you know what day it is today?"

"Hmm? Easter? Christmas? Or some other special holiday?"

"God, are you from Mars? Today is the fifth game between the Cavaliers and the Hornets! A battle of life and death in Cleveland!"

"What is that, an American football team?"

"..."

Seeing the traffic jam in front of them and the end of the road not in sight for a long time, the driver simply taught the tourists about the NBA, the Cavaliers, James, Lian Feng, and Cleveland, which has never won any professional league championship, and what this game means to them.

"Are you going to watch the game too?"

"Unfortunately, sir, not everyone can get tickets. After I give you this business, I will go back and watch the game on TV. I suggest you also go and watch this game. Cleveland needs your support."

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"Haha... But after listening to your description, I would rather support the Hornets. That... Lian Feng seems to be very powerful!"

"You are right, he is the strongest player in the league. I even think he is the number one player in the league today, but what does it matter? We support James because he is defending this city.

Fight with glory!"

…

The Clevelanders have been cornered. 3 to 1!

The Cavaliers even faced the fate of being swept. Although everyone felt that there was little hope of a comeback in this situation, because of the existence of the miracle child, everyone wanted to look forward to it. Maybe a miracle would happen.

.

At this moment, a piece of news that excited all Clevelanders was broadcast on the news.

"According to reliable sources, the Hornets forward is suffering from severe influenza and is likely to miss tonight's game!"

It was a little early when this news came out.

Because at that time, Lian Feng could no longer attend the press conference normally, and this kind of thing could not be hidden at all, otherwise the public relations would be difficult to do later, so the spokesperson of the Hornets admitted it.

Then a swarm of media reporters almost ate up the Hornets' spokesman.

Well... this temporary spokesman is of course David West, the second most senior member of the team.

This is the first time I feel so tired to answer a reporter’s question.

But there is nothing we can do.

Finally freed from the clutches of reporters, David West immediately went to see how Lian Feng was doing.

The team doctor has already given Lian Feng a simple treatment in the hotel. There is no specific medicine for this kind of cold, and more depends on the recovery of one's own immune system.

There are 5 hours left before the game, and Zhuomei is the only one looking after her in the room.

When David West came to the door, Zhuo Mei had just said goodbye to Adelman.

"How's the situation with the company?"

Zhuomei sighed softly: "Still sleeping."

David West couldn't help but sigh.

Adelman patted David West on the shoulder: "Okay, let Lian Feng take a good rest. We have to think about how to play tonight's game. Let everyone come to the conference room and make a plan.

A new tactic."

As the second most senior member of the team, David West was naturally the vice-captain. After listening to the coach's words, he nodded and started texting others.

After a while, everyone except Lian Feng gathered in the conference room. Adelman calmly analyzed the situation that everyone will face after Lian Feng is no longer on the team. The first question that must be faced is who is holding the ball.

question.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that this task can only be placed on a marginal player...

well.

There is also the issue of how to design offensive tactics. Most of the team's tactics are designed around the forward, who plays different roles in different tactics: initiator, linker, and terminator.

Without him, most tactics would be ineffective.

Then there’s the matter of defense…

However, no matter how difficult the situation is at this time, we must bravely face it.

At this time, everyone is more clearly aware of what the forward means to this team. During the regular season, after the injury of the forward, there is another Allen Iverson who can take over the position of the forward. However,

At this time, Lian Feng and Allen are gone, and there is no one on the team who can take over.

After staying in the conference room for more than an hour, everyone came out feeling a little frustrated.

It was too late to fine-tune their tactics. They had to drive to the stadium.

However, Lian Feng must be notified.

When everyone came out of the elevator and arrived at the lobby, Adelman said to his assistant: "Go check on Lian Feng."

West pointed to the front: "Coach, maybe there is no need..."

Adelman was slightly startled and looked forward.

Lian Feng was wearing a loose sportswear and was leaning against a pillar. Zhuomei was carefully helping him tidy up his outfit.

Lian Feng also saw his teammates and coach, raised his eyelids, his expression was a little weak, but he still put on a smile and waved to them.

Ibaka ran over excitedly and shouted, "Boss! I knew you would never abandon us!"

At this time, Lian Feng's body was very weak. Ibaka's slap almost sent him away. He coughed twice and said feebly: "I wouldn't have done it at first, but it's hard to say now. I feel like I was slapped by you."

The bones were hammered loose."

Ibaka could only touch his head in embarrassment.

Zhuomei looked at Ibaka angrily.

Ibaka immediately became smart and picked up Lian Feng's bag, which made Zhuomei's face look better.

Adelman walked over with a frown on his face: "Your condition...can you play?"

Lian Feng gently touched his forehead with the back of his hand. He still felt a little feverish, his body was very sore, and his head was aching, even accompanied by some nausea. But he smiled and replied in an already hoarse voice:

"Coach...do you remember the game between the Bulls and Jazz in 1997?"

Immediately, Adelman understood what Lian Feng's words meant.

In 1997, the Bulls led by Jordan had to win the Tianwangshancai. On that day, Jordan was weak and weak, as if he had the flu, but he still led the team to victory with his strong willpower.

This is the famous Jordan "Flu Game."

Now, it is Lian Feng who has drawn this script.