Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 127 Our Chinese Dream
Unexpectedly, the first expression on the face of this paralyzed Taoist priest turned out to be a flush of anger. For some reason, Ron felt that this guy seemed to have seen everything...

Dayao's injury can be hidden from those shrewd team managers, but it can't be hidden from a hermit studying medicine and practicing Taoism far away...

"Well, in theory, after the All-Star Game, Yao Ming can resume training..."

"Hehe... nonsense, don't frame me." He refused firmly, which really made Ron ashamed...

"...Uh, since I announced this news in front of the media reporters...how could..."

"That's the case, then why are you here looking for Pindao? Pindao won't play for you..." He glanced at Ron, who was pretending to be calm, and swung his fly back, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Your set of shocking theories against the world can deceive the world, but you can't hide it from Pindao... Let me tell you! Based on Pindao's years of research on bone injuries, Yao's benefactor's injury...I'm afraid it will be difficult to heal..."

What?Ron was taken aback.

As soon as this remark came out, it hit the unprepared Ron like a warning hammer. He raised his head in surprise, and there was infinite fear in his pupils...

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May 09.At that time, the Rockets were fighting fiercely with the Lakers, but there was a crack in Yao Ming's left foot, and his hair was silky. It didn't seem to matter.

That's right, it was said at that time that the first round had already exceeded the task. After all, McGrady, another star star, had already sat on the sidelines in well-dressed clothes and became a spectator before the playoffs.

The giant's season reimbursement, on the contrary, gave the Rockets' seven-game Lakers story a legendary color, and coated a layer of gold for the Rockets' next 2009-10 season.

Little did they know, after more than a month, the crack gradually widened.

Words such as Yao Ming's season reimbursement, Yao Ming's career retirement, etc., quickly jumped out of the cracks and jumped onto the headlines of major media.

"Damn, if you have another operation, you might as well retire." That crack caused an earthquake in Houston.Yao Ming looked at this turbulent city and said something angry...

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Yao Ming's injury, hard to heal?
At this moment, Ron's heart was instantly icy cold, as if all his efforts before had been declared to be useless... Even Olajuwon and Scarlett, who were sitting beside him, saw something very bad and worried.

Seeing Ron's hesitant look, Qing Weasel Hermit suddenly lost his temper: "Since you have no sincerity, you can't trust the poor, don't waste time, just leave quickly! The poor don't want to hear your deceitful words that violate human conventions again..."

Damn it, I was going to raise first and then lower, but it seems that I am always taking a detour...

After hesitating for a long time, Ron sighed with self-pity: "Hey! I really can't hide it from you! That's right, Dayao...From the perspective of Western medicine...I'm afraid this season will be reimbursed..."

Although he knew it well, but hearing the bad news from Ron with his own ears, the old man frowned slightly...

"I think it's not just the reimbursement for this season, right? I'm afraid that you can't even get a cure... postponed indefinitely..."

Ron nodded helplessly, feeling extremely bad...

"Hey...don't rush everything...everything in the world has to be used within limits, whether it's people, horses, cold weapons or crossbows..." Qing Weasel Hermit shook his head slightly: "The comeback of the 08 Olympic Games is already considered a medical miracle, not to mention that every game has to be trembling with those Western insiders to the end...I'm not talking nonsense, we are completely self-destructing the Great Wall!"

In fact, Ron also knows that the current Chinese team is completely dependent on Yao Ming alone. Without Yao Ming on the inside, the Chinese men's basketball team may not be able to dominate in Asia...

In 08, I wanted to compete at my own gate and needed to achieve some results, but who has considered Yao Ming's own career?The Houston media is not optimistic, and the fans on the other side of the ocean are even more condemning, but Dayao is used to hard work, and he is a traditional Chinese with a great sense of collective honor and patriotism, so how can he care about these things...

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"Ron, in fact, what do you think people are living in this world for? Wealth? Am I still rich? Fame? It's loud enough! It's only been a few decades, and I don't want a happy ending... I just want to play the basketball I like, and keep playing until I can't play anymore..." On the day of losing to the Lakers, Yao Ming looked at the endless starry sky and talked with Ron about his ideals...

"Don't think too much... Take a good rest... Everything is up to me!" Ron, who was in a daze, comforted him habitually even though he was also very depressed.

"Just... just... Chi... Chi..." He gritted his teeth, pinched his injured leg, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and tears kept pouring out... "It's just that I want to go out and play right away, and lead everyone to win like this?...Even if it's just to win once...to win the championship once..."

He covered his face and couldn't contain the excitement in his heart...

Ron was undecided, and his vision was blurred when he was inattentive...

"People, you can't live without dreams... You know, when I look at my little brothers, every time they are ravaged by opponents, and they can win games after losing one game after another, can you understand the pain in my heart? I really wish I could just support my injured leg and fight people desperately..." The little giant wiped away the tears in front of his eyes, stabilized his emotions a little, and suddenly looked at Ron with an extremely trusting look: "But I can't, I just think, I will stand on the basketball court again one day, but I hope At that time, I can continue to play my beloved basketball...I can continue to compete for the championship for the Rockets...I can still play for the motherland...I can still...continue my Chinese dream..."

"... definitely! I promise!" For some reason, when Ron said this, he felt that he had no confidence, but he was always annoyed at his incompetence...

"Well! I believe in you!" Yao Ming was crying with a smile, and that look was enough to break everyone's heart... "At least when I was too old to walk, when I brought my sons and grandchildren back here... I can proudly point to the championship flag hanging high and recall to them: 'See? That is the honor that your grandfather and I brought here.'...And this is my Chinese dream..."

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"Sir!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ron staggered to his knees on the ground, and the passionate tears in his eyes were enough to touch the hearts of everyone present.

A man has gold under his knees, especially when a man with such vigor all over his body suddenly kneels in front of you and bows to you, you can't help but re-evaluate his sincerity...

Not to mention that Qing Weasel’s hermit was stunned by this move, even Olajuwon and Scarlett on the side were exaggerated into grief, and the little green tea who eavesdropped at the door was moved to the point of tears falling down. I really felt deeply moved...

"Sir!" He was trembling all over, biting his lips tightly, and shed tears one after another: "Please...please help me..."

"What are you doing? Get up!" He pretended to be angry...

Seeing the obsessive man in front of him with his head buried deeply, without any reaction, the old man had to sigh meaningfully...

"You, you get up first... If you have anything to say, get up and talk..." He had never received such a big gift in his life, and he walked over shyly: "You bastard, I didn't say I wouldn't help you... You have to tell me what you need me to do for you!"

The dignified atmosphere at the scene finally eased down. Under this harmonious picture, the little Taoist priests burst into tears...

Ron got up, silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he looked at Qing Weasel Hermit again, he was fascinated...

Everyone laughed with mixed feelings, and even Qing Weasel Hermit's face showed a slight warmth.

It's just that the old man suddenly put his hands behind his back and started pacing back and forth, talking eloquently...

"Although human beings are still evolving towards 'faster, higher and stronger', there is also an approximate limit range. The closer to the limit, the more likely to be injured. Compared with European and American black and white athletes with more developed bones, muscles and hearts, people of East Asian yellow race are more likely to be injured in high-strength competition training in speed and strength. This is an innate condition, and it cannot be changed even if Hua Tuo is alive..."

He paused and continued: "Yao Ming weighed 120 kilograms when he first entered the league, which is undoubtedly too thin for a person with a height of 2 meters... Poor Dao's visual inspection shows that he is only about 26 now, and his weight has increased. There are advantages and disadvantages. Even if he does not lose in the fight against the opponent's inside line, the pressure on his lower limbs has increased sharply. Especially his feet are under even greater pressure. In the struggle with those black and white people, the pressure of his own weight, coupled with the fierce collision of the opponent, Injuries are inevitable. And this is one of them..."

"Secondly, Yao Ming's overly selfless style of play and traditional Chinese character... Of course, Pindao is not criticizing this style of dealing with people, but just discussing the matter with injuries...He is a typical example of collective honor and disgrace.

"Thirdly, that's up to you. Pindao also knows little about basketball, but every time he sees Yao Ming go down, whether it's on the other side of the ocean or in his own national team, he will be beaten up by his opponent. This has to make him play again, too many overloaded sports..."

Ron nodded. This is actually one of the reasons why he traded Kevin Martin for Tyson Chandler before the game under tremendous pressure from public opinion...

"Finally, as a fan, Pindao wants to tell you, a super manager." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth suddenly: "Yao Ming is actually very bitter, tired and helpless. Although he has achieved the extremes of hard work, self-discipline, hard work, studious, forbearance, low-key, perseverance, perseverance, etc., basketball is not a single-person event but a team event, and a collective event requires collective strength. You can't win the championship by playing small fights! Slogans are useless! It depends on your own actions! The Chinese dream is not just spoken! It depends on actions!"

　Orgasm, go!By the way, why no one rewards, vote monthly?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)