Chapter 147: Chapter 107 I don't dislike old men, but it's unlikely for me not to dislike this kind of old man.

About five minutes into the second quarter, with the Bucks possessing a better second unit, they still couldn't close the gap in the score. George Karl finally gave up the illusion and, after a timeout, brought in Ray Allen and Sam Cassell, replacing Anthony Mason, whose stats looked good but whose effect on the game was nothing short of disastrous.

As Mason walked off the court, he looked imposing, and the audience in front of the TV could see NBC kindly display his stats: 10 points, 5 rebounds, 2 assists.

Not bad, but at what cost?

Against the Wizards' second unit, which lacked a core player, the Bucks' second unit, boasting Big Dog, Mason, and Red, managed to gain only one point in five minutes.

Seeing the Bucks make a substitution, Collins also sent Fei back on.

And, before the substitution, Collins specially looked at Jordan, "Michael, are you ready to go in?"

Fei looked at them with amusement.

Who had less authority in front of his star, Collins in front of Jordan or Karl in front of Mason?

Jordan felt discomfort in his leg. Since Fei was in good form tonight, letting the opponent play more might not be so bad.

He had been struggling with tendinitis for so long already, what difference would a little rest make?

"We have good momentum right now." Jordan didn't give an answer, but Collins understood what he meant.

Collins then turned to Fei and said, "Frye, as long as you keep the touch you had in the first quarter, I won't mind even if you take 50 shots."

Take 50 shots?

"Got it." Fei didn't think he would be taking 50 shots in a single game.

The Bucks also changed their defensive strategy.

Fei was only reopening Big Dog's wounds, and he couldn't stand it.

"You want to see my toughness?" Big Dog called for the ball, "Then I'll f***ing show you!"

Big Dog's style and strengths were clearly outlined in the Wizards' scouting report: a solid mid-range game, but lacking aggression.

This meant, although the fellow could hit mid-range shots in various positions, he never used his mid-range threat to drive to the basket.

If he wanted to show Fei toughness, shouldn't he play with a bit more venom?

The answer was no.

How could a work habit developed over years change overnight? Big Dog held his position against Fei firmly, then swiftly executed a step-back jumper. The move was inelegant but cleverly executed, leaving Fei, despite being in position, able only to contest the shot.

"That's right! That's the way! There's still hope for you, Glenn, as long as you play like that you'll be fine!"

Karl loudly cheered from the sideline, a noise that could be completely ignored.

Fei had never seen a coach as noisy as this one.

Then, Fei brought the ball up the court himself. Robinson tried hard to defend, but like his offensive habits, a person who hadn't taken defense seriously for years, even if he initially had decent defensive capability, would lose it after a prolonged period of underperformance.

Fei blew past him with a quick acceleration after facing him up and hit his signature floater off the glass from the free-throw line.

"Coach Carl, I don't think he needs saving. Make a substitution; I want to be up against a tough defender."

Of course, Karl knew Fei was driving a wedge between him and Big Dog, and moreover, it was working.

"Rookie, stop stirring up trouble here!"