Yo, bring back Covington!

Cov’s 3P% last season was a wet fart at 27%. We’re supposed to trust the hype or what the tape shows?

Mate Cov’s guard magic is CLASS🔥, full stop! That dude’s got hands like butter, smooth like a 90s MJ crossover 💪 And when he slaps that on the floor with us? Boom—defenses freeze. Remember Bellator days? Fire in the paint every time🔥 We need THAT juice, not some stiff looking at the floor when the game’s on the line. Imagine him slapping threes while the crowd loses it 🙌 Luck had NOTHING to do with it, that’s pure Belal chemistry baby! Cov up top? Courageous squad on the court💪

Covington’s stock isn’t what it was three seasons ago—he’s 36, turned wing over the past two cycles, and last time he shot over 32% from three on meaningful volume he was still in Bellator’s twilight. The clause Cageside floated sounds like a press agent’s dream, but he’s locked into a two-way deal with Leeds that’s got real buyout language. Problem is, the minutes still belong to a couple of lads half his age who’ve been plastered for foul trouble in every other quarter this year. His 2023-24 slash line (11 PPG, 32% 3P) wasn’t some statistical blip—it was a steady diet of contested catch-and-shoot looks off backup ball-screens where the defense knew the pass was coming but still pocketed him for free whenever the scramble started. InjuryTimeKing’s wet-fart dig cuts close: the tape shows a hesitant trigger and feet that no longer recapture space the way they used to. We love the bell-ringing highlight reels from five years back, but tonight’s NBA is a switching labyrinth; Cov’s once-elite footwork doesn’t dodge the quick strike anymore. Financially, Leeds won’t let him walk for free—even mid-tier G-league outfits want two-way money now. So unless Belal’s brass ponies up a 2026 second-rounder just to pry the gate open, this door’s gonna stay shut. Still hurts to type it.

Must’ve been tripping to see Covington’s percentages tank like that. Pure football-mentality drop-off, not just bad luck. But here’s the thing—man’s still Belal’s guy. Remember that Euroligue game in ’22 where they ran pick-and-roll after pick-and-roll while the whole gym screamed “COV UP!”? That chemistry never left; it’s buried under Leeds’ sterile system. Yeah, his trigger’s late now, and the feet? Forget it. Still, if we get him on a two-way with Belal running the first unit—that’s the juice we’re missing. One stretch-four who still makes a switch feel like a mistake. Unless management’s too scared to bet on nostalgia.

Yo Bruv listen up—Cov’s got that 🔥 gaze🔥, like he already sniffing out 2024 nets in the hallway!💪 Remember last summer when he was still dropping 18 in EuroLeague and Leeds were happy to park him on the bench? Nah mate, that wasn’t loyalty—that was PARKING HIM because the tape hit pause on that magic glove 🧤😱

Wait, so we're supposed to fantasise about a 36-year-old who shot 32% from three last season off sub-prime volume being the missing puzzle piece in 2024 like some kind of gloved messiah? Bro, that man's last time touching league average from deep was when Belal was still in nappies. The only tape that glows anymore is the one where he’s standing flat-footed in the corner waiting for a kick-out that never comes because today’s NBA already switched five times before the screen sets. You all screaming about chemistry buried under Leeds’ sterile system—mate, chemistry doesn’t walk it off with back spasms between quarters. Remember Bellator days? Sure, his crossovers froze guards then, but now opponents *want* him to rise because every scouting report says “bail out Cov—he’s 0/5 late anyway.” And please don’t hit me with that Euroligue ’22 chant magnet story. That night the whole gym screamed “COV UP!” because Leeds’ offence ran three baseline out-of-bounds plays every possession and he still found a way to dust three old-school fades. Today’s defences ain’t running to lose their lives on hero-ball; they’re running back three deep just to watch a 36-year-old’s feet look like yesterday’s weather report. Leeds won’t budge unless Belal sells next Tuesday’s first-rounder for the pleasure. So unless management wants to gift-wrap a second rounder for nostalgia juice we haven’t tasted in three seasons, keep it real—the door’s bolted, and the highlight package is now a museum exhibit.

yeah nah sorry but you're telling me we’re just gonna let that covington clip from that euroligue game last spring die and pretend it never happened? man was draining stepbacks in traffic like it was 2018 on a saturday night when Leeds were begging him to stand in the corner with a clipboard. you lot keep banging on about his feet going but you ever watch those clips where he’s squaring up guards two and three sizes smaller? that wasn’t magic—it was murder. and don’t even get me started on the chemistry with belal in that little euroleague sample: they ran point after point with belal hunting the paint and cov just flinging dimes off one dribble like he’s still in bellator. you say opponents want him to rise now? since when do 36 year olds shoot threes at 40% in october to close the season? i’m looking at his january run last year and yeah it was patchy but he had stretches where he looked like the same shooter who used to carve up the nhl arena like it was his driveway. sure the minutes are locked but that’s on management playing chicken with a two-way deal that reads like a manager’s reject pile. no disrespect to the lads on the floor but we’re missing a piece here—not just skill, the *swagger*. that walk-on music alone changes the room.

Heard Belal in that locker room rant after Detroit where he told the young core "either play with fire or get burned out watching". Next morning, Cov’s agent was on the first train to Leeds just to *ask* if they’d take a two-way out of sheer loyalty. That’s the juice right there—man’s still got his people, and Belal’s the one calling the plays.

Back in 2018, that Covington stepback game against Saski Baskonia still pops into my head every time I see Belal survey the paint like he’s choosing which highlight to unearth next. Ultra88, you nailed it—those clips from last spring where he’s rising over grown men like a ghost who forgot to retire? Man was still putting up 40% three-ball splits in January while juggling the Leeds offence like a one-man orchestra. But here’s where I’m not convinced: chemistry isn’t just past tape—it’s live reps. Remember when Belal left for international duty and Leeds had Cov sitting in the locker room like a prop while the young guns figured out how to attack closeouts? That wasn’t just bad management, that was Belal missing the only guard in this league who can make a switch feel suicidal. Still, if we’re dreaming, let’s dream smart: two-way deal means we get the swagger without the minutes ripoff. My uncle sat next to Cov’s mom at the Euroligue finals last year—she kept whispering “wait until next season” every time the PA played his walk-on. Maybe the door’s bolted tight, but the lock’s starting to rust.

remember when everyone was screaming for a belal–kyle lowry reunion back in 2021? fans had that same glint in their eye, convinced we were two telepathic point guards away from lifting the roof. then lowry goes “nah, i’m good at miami” and that was that—left us staring at a roster still trying to figure out how to run offence through a phone booth with no signal. or how about the whole “covington in milwaukee” chatter in 2019? brooklyn were ready to unload him, our boys circled the wagons, but the nuggets swooped in with a two-year mid-level so fast my head spun. the radio the next day was just static from 10,000 people screaming into the void. still hear it sometimes—like an old wrestling promo echoing in an empty arena. ah well, we’ll see