Champion Rules

Chapter 14014: Darko is just an ordinary player in front of Lynch (Please read!)

Perhaps Serbia will never have such a high-profile youth team match again.

Although it was not the first time to play in a big stadium, because this was FMP's home court, it was the first time that Lynch felt such an exciting home atmosphere.

Players from both teams gathered in the center circle, and fans wearing FMP jerseys began to sing.

"Olé, Olé, Olé" chants echoed throughout the stadium, and fans danced in unison to the rhythm, like a surging wave. A giant Black Panthers flag fluttered in the stands, and five thousand people stomped their drums in unison, deafening.

The atmosphere of European basketball has never been worse than that of North America.

Blonde Darko Milicic chewed gum, raised his thumb, and drew a circle on his neck, as if predicting the ending of Lynch and Theo.

Beside him, a fierce-looking man with a crew cut pointed at Lynch and Theo in a rude manner.

"Just a reminder to you, little bitches, stop barking at Dako. You can't handle Lucifer's (Dakko) wrath. When the time comes, I won't be polite to you either."

Lynch knew this guy. He had noticed him when he was studying his opponent before the game.

Nemanja Jokic, a close friend of Darko Milicic and the second brother of Nikola Jokic.

Fans of the 20s probably all remember one thing - when Nikola Jokic got into a conflict with others on the court, his two older brothers, who looked like the gang leaders in "John Wick", would always get very excited, yelling in the stands and threatening to fight on social media.

Both of his older brothers were known for their short tempers.

But they are not idle Eastern European hooligans. The second brother Nemanja was also a basketball player.

Before Nikola Jokic, Nemanja was the guy considered to be a basketball star.

He played youth basketball in Serbia and later spent some time in Detroit playing college basketball.

But no one expected that his younger brother, who looked fat, had no interest in basketball, drank at least 2 liters of Coke every day, and loved horses like his life, would become a star.

Lynch finally understood why Milicic and Jokic's second brother could become close friends. They were simply birds of a feather.

In the six months that he has been playing basketball in Serbia, Lynch has never seriously trash-talked anyone.

When many players who come to the NBA from Europe talk about the biggest challenges they face after arriving in the NBA, they always mention the same three things: speed, confrontation, and trash talk.

The basketball atmosphere here doesn't pay much attention to this.

But Darko Milicic and Nemanja Jokic, the two who are about to go to the United States, have obviously integrated into the United States in advance.

They imitate everything about American players: cool hairstyles, vulgar trash talk, provocation, toughness, and unfriendliness.
Most of the time, no one responded, and Darko and Nemanja became more and more aggressive.

But tonight, standing before them is another unconventional European player.

"Nemanja, you remind me of the lame stray dog ​​in the alley behind my restaurant. It always barks with pretentiousness, but immediately runs away with its tail between its legs if you get close because it knows it's nothing. So shut up, you bastard, and be careful. Don't let me get close to you."

"You fucking."

"Enough!" Milicic shouted, ending the argument.

"In ten minutes, they will be as quiet as lambs with their throats cut." The golden-haired genius said confidently.

The referee kicked off the game, and Darko Milicic easily snatched the ball from the Magic Flute.

In the first round, Milicic held the ball in mid-range, faked a shot, and then forced a drive. He passed Luka in a single step, and before the Magic's knees could bend, his 213-centimeter figure had already passed like a cheetah.

After dribbling past the opponent, Milicic immediately jumped up, and the gliding distance was incredibly far considering his height.

He used this easy shot to tell the world why he could be in the discussion of the top three NBA draft picks.

213 cm tall, 226 cm wingspan, excellent explosive power, top flexibility, strong physique, a combination of Dirk Nowitzki and Kevin Garnett. Mavericks coach Don Nelson only watched one round and saw these pale descriptions turned into concrete shock in Darko.

The live camera was also turned to the stands at this time, aiming at Don Nelson.

Scouting alone is not enough to explain people's expectations of Darko. The presence of NBA coaches can add color to the story of genius.

Many years later, although Darko has been proven to be a failed second pick, few people question the Detroit Pistons' vision.

Because of his talent, then-Nuggets general manager Kiki Vandeweghe once said: "We thought the Pistons would choose Carmelo Anthony, and then we would take Darko."

In other words, even if the 2003 draft were held again, even if the Pistons did not select him, he would not fall out of the top three.

His talent never lied, it was just that the gears of fate were misaligned.

Don Nelson is certain that no one in this league is more talented than Darko Milicic.

That No. 10 that's been so popular lately? Good luck to him.

Milicic scored, but Lynch glared at Nemanja Jokic.

Lynch was about to assist in defending the basket and stop Dako, but Nemanja's pull caused Lynch to miss the best opportunity to defend.

Nemanja was smug: "I just got close to you, but nothing happened."

The game continued, FMP attacked, Theo and Luka Modric made a pick-and-roll and easily hit a jump shot.

Vrsac is not a top team, so they cannot field an all-star lineup like Red Star and Partizan. This team's outside line poses no threat to Theo, and their only strong points are Nemanja and Milicic.

So Theo's goal did not cause any sensation. Lakers overseas scout Antonio Marcellas and most people at the scene just wanted to know whether Lynch could stand the test.

"After all this talk, he's just a loser who relies on being a short guy to score points." Nemanja, the player who was directly facing Lynch, kept chattering in his ear.

Lynch didn't waste time talking, but was carefully reading the opponent's offense.

He saw Milicic holding the ball in the mid-range again, trying to continue to attack Luka.

Milicic does have excellent speed and ball-handling ability for his size, so dribbling past a big center is like stopping time and letting him do whatever he wants. If he wants, he can score 40 points on Luka with just this one move.

Lynch wouldn't let that happen. He didn't wait for Milicic to get going, but instead rammed Nemanja's ribs with an elbow, quickly broke free, and yelled, "Here I go!"

Luka Modric immediately retreated to the basket upon hearing the command. While Nemanja was still clutching his ribs, Lynch switched defense with Luka and moved directly in front of Darko. The cheers in the crowd suddenly intensified, and Old Nelson unconsciously held his breath.

He didn't know what he was so nervous about, as if he was about to see a collision between peak MJ and peak Flying Pig.

"It doesn't matter who comes." Darko Milicic started immediately and sprinted with the ball.

He planned to use the same method against Lynch. No one could be immune to his speed and confrontation.

He pushed Lynch away with his shoulder, preparing to take a big step and then suddenly attack.

The moment Milicic's left shoulder hit Lynch's chest, Wu Lan in the front row trembled all over, as if she heard the sound of two mad bulls colliding with each other.

Milicic's pupils dilated, because this genius who had crushed countless behemoths found that he could not break through Lynch's blockade!

The stride and speed that he was proud of were useless. Lynch seemed to have turned into a cold iron chain that locked the Titan and held him tightly!
"What the hell!"

However, Milicic still has the advantage of height. He forced himself into the air, raised the basketball as high as possible, and prepared to dunk to end the suspense.

Darko Milicic still believes in his talent, at least in the youth league, he thinks he can eat anyone alive.

But when he jumped into the air, Dako was surprised to find that his height and jumping advantages had disappeared without a trace!

Lynch's palm was just hanging over his head, waiting. When Dako slammed the ball into the basket with one hand, Lynch's palm also pressed on the side of the basketball.

At that moment, Darko Milicic's talent became a fragile bubble in front of Lynch and was severely blown to pieces.

"boom!"

The basketball was wedged in the dead angle between the backboard and the basket neck. Dako, who failed to dunk, lost his balance and fell like a griffin with broken wings.

Lynch took the basketball and handed it to Theo. Theo's long pass turned into a meteor piercing the night sky, but was detonated by cheers before reaching the finish line - no one cared about this fast break. Five thousand pairs of eyes in the audience were staring at Lynch, cheering for the moment when the warrior just killed the griffin!

Don Nelson's eyes widened. He thought that he had unmatched talent, but he was defeated miserably in the first round of the confrontation with Lynch!
FMP fans cheered even more wildly, shouting Lynch's name.

It seems that this is no longer a stadium, but the scene where Lynch is crowned king!
One round later, Darko Milicic moved to the mid-range position, received the ball and made a jump shot.

But because he couldn't get rid of Lynch, Lynch easily caught up with him, and the tight interference directly hit his face.

"Bang!"

The Nowitzki-like jump shot also failed, and Darko Milicic seemed to suddenly become an ordinary player in front of Lynch.

Before the sound of the basketball hitting the basket had dissipated, a more violent collision broke out in the penalty area - Lynch rose from the ground like a cannonball, pushed Nemanja away with his shoulder blade in the air, and took the rebound into his pocket.

"By the standards of the Serbian women's rural league," Lynch shook his finger over Nemanja's head as he passed the rebound to Theo. "You're considered a tough guy."

Theo took the ball to the three-point line and passed his opponent with just one hesitation step.

But Darko Milicic immediately appeared and became an insurmountable barrier between Theo and the basket.

His defensive range is just as terrifying as Lynch's.

Teodosic naturally would not choose to force an attack, but instead passed the ball to Lynch with a ground pass to his side.

Darko Milicic turned quickly, demonstrating his excellent flexibility to the fullest.

He took a big step forward and came to Lynch, raised his arms high, and covered Lynch like a dragnet, completing the assist defense perfectly.

It seemed that he had locked down the FMP twins by himself!
Lynch really had no chance. Just when everyone was wondering what Lynch would do, he blew the ball with both hands and jumped to the basket, then stuck to Darko Milicic who had raised his arms high, and jumped directly to attack the basket.

This is a simple, crude, and even seemingly stupid offensive choice.

It would be understandable if Lynch rushed up and challenged Darko Milicic, but Lynch was equivalent to jumping on the spot to challenge Milicic's defense, which was tantamount to seeking death.

Can you imagine someone challenging Shaq head-on at the rim?

Don Nelson shook his head, already imagining Lynch's miserable condition.

The defensive performance of No. 10 was very good, but the offense was really too rough.

But what did he see next?
After Lynch jumped up, he pressed down Dako with great strength, and his body rose to an incredible height. Then he swung his long arms and dunked the ball directly into Dako's fingertips!
"BRAVO! BRAVO! BRAVO!" (Great!) Boshko jumped up and spun around excitedly.

After landing, Dako looked stunned, no different from the big guys who had been dunked over by Lynch before.

What about his talent?
His talent seems less prominent next to Lynch.

Don Nelson's view was blocked by fans who stood up and cheered, but he was unable to stand up with them.

Cigar ashes fell on his suit, and some images were reflected in his cloudy pupils: Moses Malone crushing the sky hook in the 1983 Finals, and Patrick Ewing's dream being stifled in the 1994 Finals.

These are two rounds that will make fans sigh, "Damn, how could he be so cruel to another superstar?"

No one can treat the skyhook like the Prophet, and no one can treat Ewing like the Dream.

It was as if no one had ever treated Darko Milicic like Lynch before.

These two rounds of the finals are typical examples of games where one team suddenly "disappeared" the other team's talent in direct confrontation.

The party whose talent "disappeared" would have a very tragic ending.

Antonio Marcellas continued to take notes in his notebook.

"I thought tonight would be a test between the Furshatz twin towers and Lynch, I was so wrong.

In fact, tonight was Lynch torturing Darko Milicic.

In front of Lynch, Darko is just an ordinary player."

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