Chapter 743: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_3 Chapter 743: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_3 The atmosphere after the game was friendly.

Back in the locker room, Yu Fei saw Tyronn studying the statistics.

The data was so detailed that it covered what everyone did and the mistakes they made in each round.

“Working this hard?”

Yu Fei asked with a smile.

Tyronn said, “With millions wanting me to get lost, I have to stay ahead of them.”

“Not that many,” Yu Fei said, “and besides, most fans are fence-sitters. I’m not saying they’re not loyal, but their support for most people depends on the current situation. If we win, they will support you; if we lose, the opposite.”

Tyronn asked, “What if most of our losses are due to my lack of coaching abilities?”

“When we make critical mistakes and lose the game, some people say the game was lost much earlier, and the critical errors are just a microcosm of the loss,” Yu Fei countered. “Why do you think the losses are because of you? Has someone called you the son of the United States? Or do they think you are the master of the empire? Tyronn, you should know, the coaching staff’s impact on the game can be very significant or very limited, depending on the coach’s style.”

“Phil Jackson is known for his non-interference in games, while Doug Collins is known for his meticulous attention to detail. When the Bulls and the Lakers succeeded, who got the glory?” Yu Fei continued, “And when number 23 failed in D.C., who was to blame?”

Tyronn said, “Obviously, the honor and disgrace are on the players.”

Yu Fei laughed, “So what are you worried about?”

“I suddenly realize I have nothing to worry about,” Tyronn said, relieved. “You’re right, Frye.”

“I have another question.”

Yu Fei looked at him.

Tyronn asked, “Why me?”

This was the question truly troubling Tyronn, who, after the initial excitement, the joy of winning, and the disappointment of failure, had calmed down and wanted to know why Yu Fei had chosen him.

“Ask yourself,” Yu Fei said. He couldn’t tell him, “I’m a transmigrator, so I know you can do it.” This question needed Tyronn to find the answer himself. “Besides, the question should be–why not me?”

Tyronn had been suffering from insomnia lately, as the regular season was drawing to a close and the playoffs were imminent. As the head coach, all he saw ahead was fog.

Unable to sleep, Tyronn could only review tonight’s game by himself.

He found that this was one of the games where he had done well in calling timeouts.

He called the timeouts when necessary; the rest was up to Yu Fei’s performance.

The longer Tyronn coached, the more he understood that Yu Fei’s control of the game had surpassed common understanding.

If you don’t know how to play the game, just give the ball to him.

This approach could maximally cover up his own shortcomings, and all he had to do was call timeouts and substitutions correctly and make good adjustments and arrangements on rest days.

He needed the assistant coach’s help for these tasks.

It seemed, the tasks were not that difficult.

Anyone could do what he was doing.

So, why couldn’t it be me?

That night, Tyronn realized something: some games were destined to be lost, even if they were man-made disasters, and he had to convince himself that those were must-lose games.

Instead of blaming himself, it was better to blame others.

To get by in life, one must learn to pass the buck and put pressure on others.

He couldn’t put pressure on Yu Fei, but aside from Yu Fei, who was immune to offenses?

Even KD could be gently blamed.

Since then, Tyronn stopped suffering from insomnia.

The game of the Supersonics increasingly revolved around Yu Fei.

After Roy was ruled out, Karl also gave the ball to Yu Fei.

Unlike before, however, Karl didn’t let Yu Fei play as a sole heavy-handler; after Yu Fei’s transformation, his varied style was perfect for arranging various play styles.

But Tyronn couldn’t handle such intricate operations; he liked the simple and brute force approach.

Under such arrangements, Yu Fei’s stats began to match those from his Bucks era, and the immediate combat power of the Supersonics stabilized, with Chris Bosh benefiting greatly. His pick-and-rolls with Yu Fei shifted from a regular starting formation of the Supersonics to a trump card.

Durant became the strategic sacrifice under this change.

Though Karl could design tactics to let Yu Fei control the situation while not hampering Durant’s role in taking over Roy’s responsibilities, this secondary core under a heavy core was often the most overlooked strategic highlight.

However, Karl could make Durant shine.

Tyronn simply didn’t have time to consider Durant.

Things didn’t go as Durant had hoped.

Initially, Durant thought that Tyronn’s promotion would bring him more opportunities.

Because a novice coach with little business acumen typically wouldn’t arrange specific tactics on the offensive end; they would allow players more freedom to execute plays and focus their energies on defense.

Unexpectedly, Tyronn did the exact opposite.

The defensive arrangements were completely handed to the veteran assistant coach, Tim Grgurich, while Tyronn came up with an offense that Karl had long abandoned, “Give the ball to Big Fei.”

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Oddly enough, this technically simple plan was very effective.

After returning to the main position, Yu Fei averaged 34 points, 11 rebounds, and 11 assists per game, turning the Supersonics into a one-man team.

The “Solo Empire” changed from a slogan to reality.

Chris Bosh happily accepted it, as his performance and stats were not affected, but Durant’s average shots per game gradually dropped from 18 to 17.

While the drop from 18 shots per game was not significant, the decreasing trend was set to continue.