Champion Rules

Chapter 50047: Only for you (Please read on!)
If Lynch received his "undergraduate education" in trash talk from Dejan Bodiroga, then his "graduate mentor" was Stephon Marbury.

These two people made Lynch gradually become addicted to the deadly pleasure of using words to break the opponent's will.

When Lynch pointed at his temple and kept talking to the son of New York, the arrogant Dream Team had to stop the game.

17 to 7, this is the score that makes all American fans angry.

Facing an Asian team that has never been ranked high in the international basketball arena, the Dream Team fell behind by 10 points and only scored three goals in five minutes.

You can certainly blame Larry Brown's Dream Team for not having a proper roster. They had no real point guard, no shooters, not even a real center.

Tim Duncan? Everyone knows his favorite position in the NBA is power forward. He hates constantly battling with guys like Yao Ming in the low post, and he hates being repeatedly attacked in the low post.

But the cruel rules of competitive sports are clearly revealed at this moment. Once you step onto the field, all excuses will become meaningless, and the only thing that will judge you is victory or defeat.

Spike Lee on the sidelines took off and put on his sunglasses repeatedly. This die-hard Knicks fan was experiencing the cognitive tear brought about by his dual identity.

As an African American, he was about to witness the Dream Team's most humiliating defeat in history during the Olympics. As a Knicks fan, Lynch's overwhelming defensive dominance had given him a glimpse of the dawn of New York's resurgence.

Lynch's defense is too strong. His style is exactly the same as the two best power forwards in active service - using extreme defense to prevent you from attacking, and then using mid-range offense to defeat you.

Lynch's offense is indeed not top-notch. He can't hold the ball, his shooting is limited to fixed spots, his low-post skills are rough, and his skills under the basket are actually nothing to write home about.

But when he suppressed his opponent's offensive efficiency to below the passing line of 50 points, his own stable output of 70 points was enough to become the heaviest weight on the scale of victory or defeat.

This is the player that is suitable for the New York Knicks. He can help the already broken team regain the iron-blooded genes left by Pat Riley.

It's just that damn Stephon Marbury.
When Spike Lee turned his gaze to the former darling of New York, all the good things were overshadowed.

What is most infuriating is that Stephen Marbury clearly has the foundation to play good defense.

He has excellent lateral movement and a strong body. He is a perfect No. 1 defender. When he defends seriously, it is not easy for any defender to break through him.

But his defensive enthusiasm was as fleeting as a middle-aged man's morning pulse.

The 1996 draft report about him accurately predicted his entire career:

"One of the best dribblers, can penetrate at will, and is a great one-on-one attacker. But he is very sticky with the ball and can't play without it. He is generous as a playmaker, but some players find it difficult to play with him because he passes the ball in the hope of assists. His three-point shooting is below average, and his jump shot off the dribble is not good. On defense, he is very inconsistent. When he is focused, he is very good at defending penetration, but he loses his focus easily. He is not serious when defending without the ball and is easily screened."

Spike Lee also doesn't understand what the fate of the Son of New York will be. If he can't change, then the only thing waiting for him is probably disappearance.

If there is a God who can redeem Stephon Marbury, where is this God?
There is only one thing that is certain - Stephen Marbury will never be the tactical core of the New York Knicks again.

The buzzer sounded and the game resumed, interrupting the black director's thoughts.

Dwyane Wade came on the court, and this scene definitely made Phil Knight angry.

He witnessed his top star drowsy on the bench, while the spokespersons for Converse and AJ shone on the court. This subversion of commercial status was more suffocating to him than the score on the court.

If it continues like this, Nike will turn itself into a sub-brand!

But Wade's appearance didn't change the situation. What's the difference between him and Stephon Marbury? They're both driving guards with the same lack of playmaking vision.

The only consolation is that Wade will not watch his opponents score easily. He works diligently on the defensive end and the Chinese guards have no chance against him at all.

You can't really imagine that Guo Shiqiang can break through Wade. He can't even run without the ball to create any valuable opportunities.

But the Chinese team is now leading by 10 points. Even if they compete with the Dream Team on defense, they can still win the game.

The highly anticipated Olympic game turned into a defensive stalemate reminiscent of the 04 Finals, with every round drenched in the bloody reek of muscle collisions. It was even more exaggerated than the 04 Finals, as FIBA ​​basketball lacks a three-second defense and the three-point line is shorter and more easily contracted, making any flash of inspiration a luxury.

After the first quarter, the Chinese team still led by 7 points.

But entering the second quarter, the US team gradually eroded the score difference with its deep bench.

When either Yao Ming or Lynch left the court, the Chinese team's defensive system was like a building with its load-bearing walls removed, crumbling under the impact of American talent.

If either Yao Ming or Lynch leaves the court, it will be difficult for the Chinese team's defense to contain the American talent.

Del Harris treaded on thin ice on the sidelines. The veteran American coach, known as the "Silver Fox," was well aware of the double-edged sword he held: Yao Ming needed adequate rest to maintain his inside presence, while Lynch had to conserve his energy to continue his suffocating help defense. Every time the two players headed to the bench, the clock ticked like a time bomb, forcing him to make precise, minute-by-second rotation decisions.

When should Lynch lead the team solely to shore up the front line? When should Yao Ming return early to guard the paint? When must the Twin Towers be on the court simultaneously to stabilize the situation? Each choice weighs on the balance of victory or defeat, and the slightest mistake could trigger a catastrophic chain reaction.

Fortunately, the former NBA Coach of the Year has strong control skills, and his rotation did not go wrong until the fourth quarter.

Yao Ming and Lynch's rest and playing time are always arranged just right.

With eight minutes left in the game, when Tim Duncan pushed past Yao Ming and scored with a hook shot to reduce the lead to just three points, Harris called a timeout.

He knew that Yao Ming had reached his physical bottleneck again, otherwise Duncan would not have been able to gain the upper hand so easily in the confrontation.

He decisively withdrew the 2002 No. 1 pick who was on the verge of exhaustion, and instead put the defensive burden on the shoulders of the 2004 No. 1 pick who had rested for two minutes.

"In the last five minutes, I'll send Yao back on the court and we'll end the game! But for the next three minutes, Lynch, you have to hold on by yourself. At least don't let us fall too far behind. Listen!" Harris suddenly raised his voice and slapped the tactical board in his palm, making a loud noise. "For the past twelve years, the Dream Team has crushed all challengers with their talent. But tonight, the opportunity to make history is at our fingertips! Everyone, cheer up. You're not facing the Dream Team, but a group of arrogant people who are about to be defeated! I want you to keep the score difference at a critical point, and then in the last five minutes, let those guys witness the Eastern Dragon soaring into the sky under the five rings!"

Well, this American coach has a strong sense of contract. He will be worthy of wearing the Chinese team shirt until the end of the Olympics.

The game resumed, and when the Dream Team saw Yao Ming leave the court, they knew their chance had come.

The score difference is only 3 points. If everything goes well, they can turn the situation around in a very short time.

The Chinese team has the ball. Lynch passes it to Liu Wei and then sets an off-ball screen for Li Nan, a signature bullhorn tactic.

But Carmelo Anthony stared at Li Nan and didn't give him a chance to catch the ball.

Lynch cut in after a pick-and-roll, and Lamar Odom immediately chased after him.

But Lynch suddenly turned back to the three-point line at the edge of the paint area, caught the basketball and raised it above his head.

Odom flew to block the shot, but Lynch calmly took the ball back, dribbled one step inside, and took a jump shot.

The moment Odom stumbled to the ground, the basketball had already passed through the net.

"brush."

"Lynch's shooting range is longer than KG's. He can shoot from long range and can shoot long two-pointers. He is very smart and Lamar can't defend him! He can't defend him! Coach Larry needs to find someone!" This was the first time that NBC's Bob Costas lost confidence in American players in an international competition.

But who should go?
Stoudemire? Richard Jefferson? Boozer?
This team, known for its talent, couldn't find anyone who could pose a threat to Lynch.

When the score difference reached 5 points, Lynch did not celebrate. Instead, he yelled, "Retreat! Retreat! Basketball can take us anywhere, even to the top of Athens, if we want!"

Stephon Marbury, holding the ball, was in a trance, as if he saw the roaring Minnesota wolf king, who always energized the team with his passionate shouts and influenced the game.

The Dream Team wanted to attack the basket while Yao Ming was away. Allen Iverson cut in and Stephen Marbury made a good pass.

Battelle guards the basket. He has a lot of size and can carry people, but his blocking ability is not outstanding in this level of competition.

AI made a jump shot and the score difference returned to 3 points. The Dream Team had to race against time to widen the score before Yao Ming came back.

But their fantasy was soon hit by reality because Lynch scored again.

Lamar Odom vowed not to give Lynch any more space to shoot, but Lynch ultimately dribbled past him. Lynch's dribbling wasn't particularly impressive, just a simple, rough dribble and long stride, but it was more than enough to handle a defensively weak player like Lamar Odom.

Tim Duncan finally got rid of the powerful Battelle and was about to return to the basket, but it was too late.

Tim Duncan is considered a superstar bus, because players who haven't dunked over Duncan aren't considered superstars. Now, Lynch is out.

No one would blame Duncan for trying his best. Lynch shattered Odom's last bit of dignity.

"Damn it, Lamar can't be used! Replace that idiot who can even be caught for prostitution!" Spike Lee's national identity made him angry. He didn't want to see the Dream Team eliminated in the first round of the knockout stage. It was too embarrassing for him.

It's okay for him to eat shit behind closed doors in New York, but he can't eat shit in front of the whole world.

The score difference reached 5 points again, and Larry Brown suspended the game.

Del Harris cheered wildly, which bought Yao Ming a few more seconds to catch his breath.

After the timeout, Shawn Marion replaced Lamar Odom and Richard Jefferson moved to the three position.

This means that Lynch will face a strong defender, and it also means that the Dream Team has completely locked down their shooting - Marion and Richard Jefferson are both cutting forwards.

If the defense can't handle Lynch, the Dream Team is courting death.

The Dream Team's offense was indeed a mess. Stephen Marbury couldn't find anyone to pass the ball to, and no one had a chance.

He helplessly passed the ball to Richard Jefferson who was cutting in, but the latter missed the layup under the iron body of Battelle.

Lynch protected the rebounds, and the Dream Team's steps to narrow the gap froze just as they began.

Larry Brown didn't know when Del Harris would bring on Yao Ming, he only knew his time was running out.

The Chinese team played without rushing, trying their best to control the time and keep the number of rounds low.

The fewer rounds there are, the safer the Chinese team will be with the advantage.

Allen Iverson directly pressed Liu Wei, who hurriedly passed the ball to Lynch.

Lynch can receive the ball in the high post and initiate offense, which means he is destined to be not as passive as traditional inside players like Yao Ming.

This round is Sean, Marion guarding Lynch, the Suns hacker's slender limbs cast a spider-web-like shadow under the spotlight. Lynch knows that facing this guy, his mediocre dribbling is easy to be stolen, so he sticks his butt out and chooses to play with his back!

Shawn Marion was a strong defender, but his weakness was defending post-ups. Seeing Lynch's advance, Tim Duncan stepped forward to provide assistance.

Lynch's passing technique is not as fancy as Jokic, Chris Webber and others. He can often find gaps and make one-handed strong-side and weak-side transfers.

But Lynch has no problem transmitting at close range.

He passed the ball to Battelle. Duncan and Battelle had been teammates before, and he knew that guy had a mid-range shot. Under normal circumstances, he could bet he wouldn't make it, but the current Dream Team had no room for error.

He pounced, and Battelle's trebuchet shot took a flamenco-like spin on the rim before finally falling out of the basket.

However, from the moment Duncan jumped out, it no longer mattered whether the ball went in or not.

Because the rebound must be Lynch's.

Assisting in defense and protecting rebounds is the biggest challenge in the basketball world besides sideline balls.

Shawn Marion has incredibly long arms and a very fast jump shot, making him a talented rebounder.

But he had no chance to compete with Lynch in talent. Lynch used tough confrontation and elbows to knock him out of the penalty area. If you want to grab offensive rebounds, you have to fight like a Roman gladiator.

Lynch grabbed the offensive rebound steadily, which was his 12th rebound in this game.

Duncan hurried back to the restricted area, but Lynch's rebound speed was too fast. By the time he returned, the young Caesar had already hung up on the basket with both hands.

"The score difference has reached 7 points again! This time, Lynch didn't let the Dream Team seize the opportunity of rotation to narrow the score! He did everything he could to keep the fire burning for the final victory!"

Del Harris was breathing rapidly. Lynch's performance far exceeded his expectations.

He had only hoped that Lynch could barely maintain the score difference in the three minutes when Yao Ming left the court, but the young man in the red jersey on the court was actually causing a huge storm.

Stephon Marbury stood at the top of the key, his sweat-soaked jersey clinging to his back. Shawn Marion set a screen for him, and he easily broke through, but Lynch switched defense almost immediately.

Lynch chose to retreat and protect the rim, defending both Marbury's breakthrough and Marion's cut.

Stephen Marbury pulled up for a jumper, but the frustrating night had already defeated him. Seeing Lynch's long arms reach out, seeing those eyes fixed on him, burning with a desire to win, Marbury, already not good at holding the ball and shooting, suddenly became nervous. The ball bounced restlessly in his palm, reminding him of AI's blocked three-pointer.

Lynch actually couldn't get to the ball, but his huge defensive deterrent forced Marbury to make a hasty shot.

All the American fans in the stadium stood up, Spike Lee's sunglasses slipped down his nose, and they were hoping that there would be chocolate hidden in the last bite of shit.

Under the attention of the whole world, the basketball approached the basket and then flew directly out of the baseline without hitting anything.

"Damn it, damn it!" The director would never have imagined that hidden in the shit was a pile of moldy dog ​​shit!

"Stephen was completely dominated by Lynch tonight. This shot was a huge blow to the Dream Team." Bob Costas covered his face in pain in the commentary booth. Although the game was not over yet, Lynch seemed to have sounded the death knell for this epic battle that subverted cognition.

The Chinese team's bench had already transformed into a sea of ​​joy, with Yao Ming waving a towel and laughing as he collapsed onto his seat. Marbury's swagger as he dribbled past the giant was now a satirical footnote to the cycle of fate.

The score difference remained at 7 points, Stephen Marbury's eyes were bloodshot and he almost cried.

He saw the humiliating headlines on the front page of the New York Times flashing fiercely in his mind, and heard the virtual boos coming from Madison Square Garden, turning into thorns that pricked his nerves.

He was under immense pressure, and the "New York curse" that Isiah Thomas warned Lynch about was clearly tormenting him.

He tried to be different in order to escape the pressure, but ended up putting himself into the abyss of pressure.

But that has nothing to do with Lynch anymore. The winner doesn't care about the loser's tears.

The three misses sent the game into a dead ball phase. Del Harris made a substitution, and the 226-centimeter shadow slammed down on the Dream Team.

They didn't even have a chance to struggle.

"The game ended, 77-71, and the Chinese team defeated the Dream Team in the knockout stage! This is the first time an American has lost the Olympic championship since NBA players were allowed to participate in the Olympics in 1992! Lynch made history! With 25 points, 14 rebounds, and 4 blocks, this number one draft pick who hasn't officially signed in the NBA yet gave North American fans a little surprise!"

Bob Costas' commentary maintained basic rationality, while CCTV's commentary was already insane.

"MAKING HISTORY!!! THEY MADE HISTORY!!! GOOD GOOD TEAM!!!"

Players from both teams had a ritual hug after the game. When Lynch hugged Stephen Marbury, there were two tear marks on his face.

He was like a puppet possessed by an evil spirit. His pride and anger had vanished, leaving only a hollow gaze and a trembling voice. "New York is Hell, Lynch. It's a man-eating hell! It's completely different from what you imagined! You're the next me, you're the next me!"

Lynch patted his opponent's trembling shoulder.

"Only for you, Stephen."

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