Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 2 The Star of Tomorrow
Tomorrow's star?At least at the time it was.

17岁的罗恩，201的身高，臂展达到209。助跑摸高3。72米，百米速度11秒23。很难想象这是一个黄皮肤的中国人。

In the World Youth Championship that year, he led the Chinese team and beat the sticks all over the floor. 21 points, 16 rebounds, 17 assists, 5 blocks, 4 steals.

The goal of all scouts is this immature boy, who frequently delivers shells on the outside and is negligent in the penalty area.

Three years later, at the Atlanta Olympic Games, facing the dream team that crushed their opponents like a crush, no one cared about winning or losing, only people cared about how many points they lost.

Only Ron jumped high and rewarded "Shark" O'Neal with a big hat in the last attack.The crowd exclaimed!
This kid has the ability to play in the NBA!Many scouts did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy live video of the game at that time...

With 11 points, 7 rebounds and 4 blocks, the American media played the slogan "Only he is still fighting" intriguingly after the game.

Maybe it was a big shot, but after a while, the Los Angeles Lakers selected the 10-year-old with the 21th pick in the second round, the proud son of heaven from China.

As a point guard, Ron's height has a certain advantage. He is tall, has average ball-handling ability, and has a very good field vision.Ron is good at organizing and launching fast breaks. He can find open teammates on the field and pass the ball accurately. His basketball vision and accurate passing allow him to send out many wonderful assists.

— Excerpted from a scouting report by Malik, a Los Angeles Lakers scout

"Experience tells me that you have good development prospects and the ability to read the game. I hope you think about it seriously. In fact, everyone hopes that you can get in touch with the NBA and the culture there as soon as possible..."

Looking at the figures of the two foreigners leaving, and the huge check in hand, the young Ron had surprise in his eyes, and of course desire...

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

In 2008, Ron was a 32-year-old middle-aged man, and the mid-life crisis came quietly. He had a junior high school education, no skills, a failed marriage, and a sluggish career...

Ron sighed.Looking along the gray mist of the front window of the car, the neon city is full of haze.

Occasionally, he would turn on the TV to watch the NBA. He is not a cynical youth. He only cares about one team, and that is the Rockets where former national team teammate Yao Ming is.

Although Yao Ming has long been a great player known to every household in China...

The Rockets in 08, after winning 22 consecutive victories, were highly anticipated.

It's just that Yao Ming fell to the ground with a bang, and he met the Utah Shuangsha again, so the prospect became very difficult...

And what about the Lakers?Get Pau Gasol in a robbery style, and play triumphant songs all the way...

Even Lin Xilei, a Taiwanese beauty who likes the Lakers the most, celebrated the rise of the Zijin Dynasty in advance on Weibo.

Today the Rockets lost to the Lakers in the last game of the regular season, which made Ron very angry...

In fact, the loss of the favorite Rockets to the most hated Lakers is basically just an excuse for escaping from reality for Ron's alcoholism.

The incomparably empty heart and the former glory made him suffer. Only alcohol can calm his still beating heart.

It was these alcohols that made him bid farewell to the stadium of his life early.

lakers.The team he has always loved and hated.

He suddenly remembered the girl who also loved the Lakers deeply, and it was for this reason that they came together...

The woman he once loved, too.

The woman who sweared at him for the first time yesterday.

Let me tell you, Ron, don't think you are some kind of star master. When I was with you, I didn't even think about having a good life, but can you be more promising and stop living with a glass of wine all day long?

Damn you, fuck you.He muttered silently, tears pouring out like floods.

He recalled a certain game appearance ceremony, and she was so young and beautiful in the crowd of cheerleaders that year.

Yes, although you are no longer a young model, you are still as beautiful as ever.You can rely on your aging face to act as a socialite in the social circle, and you can also come smiling and send out your wedding invitations.

And I left the field, what am I?A middle-aged man who just waits to die every day?
...

He is anxious.

He didn't understand why an interview was more intense than competing in the Olympics.

The gold-rimmed glasses in front of him look younger than him, and the solemn expression on his face, which pretends to be majestic, will satisfy your appetite.

"I've seen your resume..."

Have you seen it?Ron glanced at the motionless white paper aside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, if you were five years younger, we might have a chance to cooperate, but you and I both know that even if you play basketball, you're eating your youth." He raised his eyes and looked calm.

32 this year, 33 next year, much younger than Jordan's second comeback!Ron thought about it, and smiled wryly, but he is Jordan!

Ron: "But I just applied to be a sparring partner...Can you take a look at my qualifications..."

Jinsi Glasses: "I've already seen it! Uh, our club's development strategy is completely towards younger management, so..."

Hmph, you might as well say that you leave these good errands to people with connections to make people more convincing.Ron shook his head and stood up.

"However, with your qualifications..." Jinsi glasses paused, "Actually, you can try to apply for assistant coaches, commentators, technical consultants... because you used to be a good point guard, and point guards always have their own uniqueness in their ability to read the game."

"A consultant? Heh..." Ron smiled wryly, "Actually, I only have a junior high school diploma... But thank you..."

The meticulous man suddenly glanced at the clock on the corner of the wall, and the pointer was exactly pointing to 5 o'clock.

"After talking about work, can we talk about some personal matters?" He took off his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron: "Huh?"

Gold-rimmed glasses: "Are you Ron? I recognized you from the first moment you came in. Hehe... I was a loyal fan of yours when I was in college!"

Ron: "..."

The gold-rimmed glasses came over and held out his hand. Ron hesitated for a moment, then handed it over.

Ron: "This is..."

"Go and try it!"

"BJ BBMG men's basketball technical and tactical team..." Ron muttered softly, with waves in his heart.

In the night, it was raining lightly in the capital, and under the neon and colorful bar lights, Ron stared at the glass of orange juice in his hand with fascination.

It's a basketball themed bar with replays of some great games on the big screen.

"It is said that the Rockets lost again this year!"

"Hey, without Yao Ming, Tracy McGrady is no longer the elegant scoring leader of the past..."

"That Alstom is just a twitch..."

"Uncle Mutong is old too...doesn't return to defense at all..."

"Every season, the Rockets say they want to trade this or that. In the end, there is always thunder and rain..."

"Let me tell you, if I were the general manager of the Rockets, let Yao Ming rest and play badly, hoping to win the No. [-] pick in the next year..."

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he was full of indignation, only Ron, who was hiding in the corner, dismissed these remarks.

An excellent point guard has his own uniqueness in reading the game, with big ups and downs, and a thorough understanding of things and human nature.

"Yao Ming is already injured, and the Rockets' owner, the Alexander consortium, is in trouble. If I were the general manager, I would choose to play poorly, but this is not enough. Houston is a small ball market, and it must maintain a certain level of competitiveness on the books. Use the gimmick of Yao Ming's return to satisfy all public opinion and the appetite of the fans. Only in this way will the market run normally, and the fans are willing to pay for tickets."

Everyone looked around with strange eyes, and finally settled on Ron in the corner of the bar.

It is more appropriate to use sudden enlightenment and amazement. In short, everyone is quite convinced and can't even find a reason to argue.

I have been struggling in the basketball world for many years, and there are some things that have not been handed over to the years.

"Isn't that Ron? Why is he here!"

"It's Ron!"

...

Singing in the middle of the night, the whole bar is filled with a thick sultry atmosphere...

A sexy girl in black silk and a black skirt walked up to Ron: "Can I sit?"

She has some heavy makeup, charming and moving.

Ron glanced at her, something aroused in his eyes...

It was already midnight, he pushed open the window of the hotel and lit a cigarette, looking at the busy street, he was actually confused...

Technical Adviser?assistant coach?Can I?I'm just a basketball player who didn't even go to high school.

"Hey, please leave your phone number! My name is Momo!" The girl on the bed said with a half-smile.

"Well... call me..."

"Ron! I've heard about you!" The girl named Momo smiled charmingly.

Ron smiled wryly.

"Actually, I also love the Lakers. I especially love Kobe. BJ's Olympic Games, I was a good sister... (Voice is so small that I can hardly hear it) If I can catch up with him one day, my whole life will be worth it!"

Similar to this kind of collateral product of basketball, Ron has encountered many times when he was young. He has risen and fallen behind. At his age, he has some instinctive aversion to this.

"I don't love the Lakers! Not at all!" Ron growled.

Be quiet...Ron should be apologetic...

In fact, the decision of the draft was his own...no one can interfere...

"You should go..." Ron said as he stubbed out his cigarette.

"Hey, there is something, sister, I've always wanted to ask people like you." Momo lit a cigarette for herself, she was full of style, and seemed a little reluctant: "How many women have you slept with in total? What kind of women did you have back then, did they actually have something to do with it? Or did you use this opportunity to hype? If I sleep with you like this, will there be paparazzi following me?"

"Get out!" Ron yelled as he opened the door in disgust.

"What!" the girl put on her clothes disdainfully, "You are worse than those out-of-date celebrities, at least they can still behave with their tails between their legs! Bark! Remember to find me again! Handsome guy!"

Believe it or not, I will smack you?The sentence was stuck in his throat, and Ron didn't say it.

Looking at the girl's haughty look, Ron felt a little disappointed.

The past events she brought up were all wounds that Ron had selectively forgotten.

It used to be difficult for the sea.

When will this kind of day come to an end?

...

In front of the car window, on the door of his mansion, the bank's payment reminders were stuffed into a mailbox
Ron opened the car door. He knew that maybe tomorrow it would belong to someone else, and he also knew that maybe he would really sleep on the street tomorrow, but life must go on anyway.

He imagined himself as the indomitable protagonist, facing hardships and high mortgage and car loans, and continued to struggle in this world.

It's just that I'm so tired, even going upstairs, I'm like a fish out of water, just like the middle-aged uncle in "American Beauty", confused and confused.There is a possibility of falling into the abyss at any time.

He also thought about living the rest of his life, but whenever he always had this kind of thought, in a hazy moment, there would always be bursts of shouts and whistles penetrating into his ears.

He didn't know if it was because of drinking or smoking too much. In short, he still chose to keep his head down and climb up until the end of his life.

Before his hazy and moist eyes, a comic book blocked his sight...

Picking up the manga, flipping through it casually, followed by a whirlwind, tears that had been suppressed for a long time, kept pouring out...

"Do you love basketball? Do you want to play basketball?"

The red-haired boy, at the risk of breaking his back, threw that game-winning shot...

A timid girl looked at him with a smile and said.

"Get well soon, your favorite basketball is waiting for you." - "Slam Dunk"

...

Start quitting alcohol today.

Ron thought to himself...

I picked up the business card in my pocket again...

"beep…"

"I'm Ron... Sign me up..."

(End of this chapter)