in2ebook Chapter 10 Clarkson's Mental Breakdown
Chapter 10 Clarkson's Mental Breakdown
Snyder watched Clarkson walk down without saying a word.
Although both goals went in, Clarkson had completely forgotten his instructions.
He would deliberately shoot in front of Wang Xiucheng every time, just to prove something.
As for what he is proving, only he knows.
Migu Live Room.
"Two minutes, two assists." The commentator's voice was deep and powerful. "To put it bluntly, Wang Xiucheng is like a superman among these substitutes."
“I have some information here. Wang Xiucheng is 191 cm tall with shoes on, but when he stands next to Clarkson, who is also 191 cm tall, he is obviously taller.”
"This Clarkson is the one from the Philippines. He's just so-so today."
"Next year there's the Asian Cup and the World Cup qualifiers, Chairman Yao, shouldn't you consider Wang Xiucheng?"
"If it were me, I wouldn't join the national team. They're a bunch of terrible players; I can't carry them."
The timeout has ended at the match venue.
The Rockets inbound the ball, and Wang Xiucheng dribbles it past half-court, observing his teammates' movements.
There was a bang.
Clarkson, who was defending Wang Xiucheng at a distance of half a meter, collided with Wang Xiucheng's chest with his shoulder as he reached out to steal the ball.
Wang Xiucheng was knocked backward by the impact.
beep!
The whistle sounded.
Clarkson committed a collision foul.
He immediately raised his hands and readily admitted it.
Christopher and his men glared at Clarkson, as if they would attack him immediately if he dared to say anything.
Wang Xiucheng rubbed his chest as he was pulled up.
Is this possession happening?
I only weigh 85 kilograms and have a strength attribute of only 70. If my opponent keeps using physical strength and I happen to encounter a referee who encourages physical confrontation, then I'll be in trouble.
Wang Xiucheng didn't know if charm points would still be useful at that time.
Reaching the free-throw line, Wang Xiucheng took a deep breath, patted the ball once, and then shot it.
Goal!
But the second ball went wide.
The Jazz grabbed the rebound and were about to launch an attack when Christopher stole the ball.
That's the good thing about Christopher; he sees nothing but the basketball hoop.
Passing the ball is impossible; I will never pass the ball in my entire life.
So sometimes, he is able to seize those fleeting opportunities.
Christopher then took a slow three-step layup and easily put the ball in before his opponent could react.
85:120.
The Jazz are on offense, and Clarkson once again dribbles the ball down the coast and scores two points.
85:122.
The Rockets inbounded the ball from the baseline, and Wang Xiucheng received it. This time, he accelerated from his first step, disrupting the Jazz players' plans.
In almost just 3 seconds, Wang Xiucheng drove to the basket, with Clarkson trailing behind by two body lengths.
Just as Wang Xiucheng was about to jump for a layup, Clarkson took a big step, jumped up with all his might, and blocked Wang Xiucheng's head with his big hand, blocking out the sun.
With that jump, Clarkson, who is only a little over 1.9 meters tall, had his head almost level with the rim. He didn't believe the ball could still go in.
But the beautiful sound of a hand slapping a basketball, which I had imagined, did not occur.
He only saw Wang Xiucheng's ball, which he flicked behind him, and then a red figure appeared.
Then, he lost his balance. He jumped with all his might but failed to block the ball. All his strength was wasted in the air, causing his center of gravity to shift, and he finally landed on one foot.
Bang!
At that moment, Garuba received the ball and slammed it home with a powerful dunk.
Clarkson, however, collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg in pain.
beep!
The game was stopped by the referee. Clarkson was injured and was helped off the field by the team doctor.
Snyder frowned deeply. Clarkson is an important rotation player, and if he gets injured, it means losing a reliable scoring option every game.
Without even seeing whether the opponent was really going to shoot, he jumped with all his might to block the shot, which is clearly not Clarkson's usual observation ability.
It can only be said that Clarkson has psychological problems.
In other words, he caused his own injury.
With less than two minutes left, Snyder thought for a moment and decided to try something different.
"Hughes," Snyder called out to the bench, and a player stood up, flattered.
Snyder whispered a few words to him, and just as the caddie finished wiping the floor, the game resumed.
The Jazz were on offense, but their three-pointer missed. Wang Xiucheng grabbed the rebound and pushed the ball forward.
"Hey rookie, go back to playing ping pong, basketball isn't for you." Hughes, who had just come on as a substitute, started trash-talking before he even got close to the player.
Wang Xiucheng found it somewhat amusing. Had they gone too far with dirty tricks?
"You have such fair skin and delicate features. There's a gay bar near my house, I'll recommend you go."
Seeing that Wang Xiucheng ignored him, Hughes continued to talk trash.
Wang Xiucheng understood Tatum's feelings back then; it was like a toad that doesn't bite but is still annoying.
Wang Xiucheng decided to stay away from him, so he lowered his shoulder and accelerated. After a simple feint, Hughes found an opening.
Wang Xiucheng dribbled between his legs and pulled back, then suddenly broke through on the left side.
However, Hughes grabbed Wang Xiucheng with his large hand and did not pull his hand back, instead pulling the unbalanced Wang Xiucheng down.
With a thud, Wang Xiucheng's back hit the floor.
beep!
The whistle sounded.
The nearby Rockets players immediately surrounded Hughes.
The Rockets fans at the scene booed Hughes and even threw F at him.
As for the Huaxia livestream room, it's impossible to describe it; it simply wouldn't pass censorship.
The three referees finally managed to separate the two men, and then immediately gave Hughes a technical foul.
Wang Xiucheng, looking exasperated, was helped up by Jialu Bala and stretched his arms.
Wang Xiucheng directly addressed the referee beside him, expressing his dissatisfaction: "I think his actions are completely unnecessary. My arm is hurting a lot right now. If he continues like this, I'll take action. You know I'm Chinese, right Bruce Lee? You know Jackie Chan?"
Wang Xiucheng jokingly struck a Tai Chi starting pose, making the referee laugh out loud.
Snyder was somewhat surprised at this moment.
Wang Xiucheng, a rookie who had only played for ten minutes, was chatting and laughing with the referee like this?
And judging from the referee's expression, he actually seemed to enjoy it?
Not even a verbal warning?
This is at least All-Star treatment.
Snyder then looked at the players on his bench and sighed.
The Houston Rockets have one free throw and one possession.
Wang Xiucheng stretched his shoulders as he slowly walked to the free-throw line to take the shot.
This time I was lucky; the basketball hit the rim but still went in.
88:122.
Serve from the center line.
Hughes clung to Wang Xiucheng like a leech, preventing him from receiving the ball.
Christopher ran over to receive the ball, Garuba stood still, Wang Xiucheng received the ball around Garuba, and then began to control the time.
There are 35 seconds left, it's time for the final attack.
"Hey newbie..."
Hughes started trash-talking again, being his usual cheeky self.
She would occasionally make physical contact with Wang Xiucheng.
The strong-looking Garuba moved around Wang Xiucheng, and while Wang Xiucheng was circling the cones, Garuba would occasionally sneak a few blows to Hughes.
Christopher saw his chance, shook off his defender, and came to the corner.
Wang Xiucheng's ball arrived at almost the same moment.
Christopher received the ball and shot it without adjusting.
Swish!
91:122.
Christopher smirked as he ran past the Jazz's bench, then high-fived everyone on his bench.
It's like winning a game.
The Jazz's final possession saw them cross half-court before the last ten seconds expired, ending the game.
The Jazz defeated the Houston Rockets on the road.
The Rockets have lost 4 of their 5 games this season, and are currently on a 3-game losing streak.
Three days later, the Rockets will begin their hellish road trip, playing five consecutive away games against teams considered strong contenders for the championship, making it seem like their losing streak will continue.
In this game, Green, who was highly anticipated, scored 13 points, which seemed average, but his 3-for-16 shooting percentage was really disappointing, especially his 0-for-8 from three-point range, which was hard to be satisfied with.
Fortunately, Green's drives were sharp enough that he managed to score some points by drawing fouls and making free throws.
Houston legend Michael Porter Jr. scored 13 points, grabbed 9 rebounds, dished out 4 assists, and committed 6 turnovers; the legend continues.
16th pick Shen Jing scored 14 points on 5-of-12 shooting, which is no worse than starting center Wood's 16 points, and much better than starting center Theis's 7 points.
The competition is over, but its impact continues.
Huaxia, Migu Live Room.
At this point, the number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded 500 million.
This is also the largest number of matches that Migu Online has hosted since acquiring the copyright.
Even though the match was over, the number of viewers didn't disappear in large numbers; almost everyone was still posting comments.
"Wang Xiucheng played for 5 minutes, scoring 2 points, 4 assists, 1 rebound, and a plus-minus of +6."
"With this kind of efficiency, I just want to ask Silas, why is Wang Xiucheng relegated to the bench?"
"I've really had enough of Porter Jr. He makes more mistakes than assists every game. He's better off not playing at all. He's just a liability."
"I remember now, Wang Xiucheng hasn't made a mistake yet, has he?"
After being reminded, someone immediately went to look up the previous data, and upon checking, it was indeed true.
Wang Xiucheng played three matches without making a single mistake.
"With Wang Xiucheng's control over movement and his ability to control mistakes, calling him a Chinese magician isn't an exaggeration, is it?"
"Chairman Yao, are you watching? We absolutely must call up Wang Xiucheng to the national team! Isn't he better than those useless guys who can't even dribble?"
"Damn, the teacher's here. Did she spot me?"