Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 22 Crisis
In a mansion in the aerospace city of Houston, a pair of sleepy-eyed men suddenly woke up on the bed.

"Hi! My dear, today is the media open day, why not..." The beautiful woman snuggled into his arms.

"There is a media open day every year, isn't it?" He laughed to himself, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"I can't go on like this..." The woman sighed.

...

"Looks great, doesn't it?" Jones, the team doctor, a fat black man with glasses came up to Ron, and Ron smiled at him...

"How is T-mac..." Ron said with some concern.

"McGrady? I don't know? He, isn't your technical team following him?"

Ron sighed helplessly...

At the press conference in the afternoon, the management of the Rockets in suits and ties appeared one by one, and general manager Morey announced the plan for the next season, as well as other gimmicks.

At the makeup meeting for the Rockets players, Yao Ming, Scola, Ariza, Battier and Brooks appeared in front of the camera at the same time...

The meaning is clear, these 5 people are the signs of our Rockets this season...

For many seasons, the Rockets' makeup photos have almost always been played by Yao Mai. In 05, Swift was brought on, which eventually became a laughing stock; (The Lakers who actually eliminated the Rockets finally won the championship)
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, with sleepy eyes, yes, he is back!

He's still so classy, ​​talking and laughing with a couple of ESPN columnists...

Ron stared at him blankly, unable to hide the joy in his heart.

In fact, the joy of Space City could never dispel the thick haze that enveloped them.

At the beginning of the season, Yao Ming was unable to play, Tracy McGrady was always at odds with the management with his old injury, and Battier was getting tired day by day. Unless Ariza and Brooks played against the sky, relying on Haiye and Scola, one attack and one defense, it is difficult for you to do more.

Of course, all the fans in Houston focused their attention on McGrady, who looked tired at this time.Yao Ming's comeback is nowhere in sight, but he can come back as early as the middle of the regular season.

"Winning the championship? Yes, but we haven't considered so much yet...We need to make a difference this season..." Maizi smiled and talked to many media, "Well, we can play more flexibly with his arrival (referring to Ariza)...Yes, I am full of expectations. Let us see what happens!"

Wearing a fluffy casual attire, it would be perfect to describe him as passing by a bottle of soy sauce.

...

"Dang!" Ariza missed the basket again with a three-pointer, which also proved some of Ron's deep concerns.

Can not be done!Looking at the technical statistics board in hand, Ron shook his head.Maybe Artest's brutal style is more suitable for this undefended Princeton...

At least at that time, Artest still made more than 35% of his three-pointers, although sometimes the head is hot and the waves...

And Ariza...

"It's another vacant seat..." The new technical consultant assistant next to him smiled wryly at Ron...

21%, Ron's eyes darkened... suddenly felt that the future was worrying...

But this just gave McGrady a chance to make a strong comeback.Even if the more than 3000 million is just to cultivate the next star, let's create some gimmicks.Ron thought helplessly.

"Dangdang..."

"Please come in."

Ron said friendly.

It's the president in charge of human resources, Matt.

"Hi! Matt!" Ron walked over with a smile.

"Hey! My Eastern Technical Advisor! Come to me to introduce someone." Maite said with a smile.

A tall, middle-aged man of white descent appeared to be in good spirits.

"Sigma...the new assistant coach, to replace Olajuwon..."

Very good!Ron was overjoyed, he stretched out his hand, and the other party also shook hands with Ron with a smile on his face.

Always feel a little awkward.

"What's wrong with Olajuwon?" Ron said while looking at each other.

"Yes." Matt shrugged.

His eyes darkened, "What about me?"

"Don't worry, your position will remain the same, but you will be transferred to the player advisory group, under the supervision of Mr. Berry, the director of player development advisors." Matt said apologetically, "As you know, assistant coaches are generally better at spotting technical problems, so..."

Barry... the mean old man who was cold and sinister at the season outlook meeting that day?Ron was speechless.

"Okay... I understand..." He looked back at the half-sized office. The good times when he and Olajuwon worked together, I am afraid that they will never return...

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After packing up and saluting, Ron walked to the second floor of the management. It was a relatively bright and large room with more than a dozen video recorders playing. Many people recorded some technical actions and characteristic pictures that were usually extremely difficult to find through playback.

There were noisy voices one after another, some people argued, some people rustled the records, and some people just stared at Ron who came to report at this time with big eyes...

berry.

"Hey, look who's here..." He sneered with a half-smile: "Sit down and tell me about your qualifications..."

"10 years in professional basketball..."

"Well... go on..."

“99年2轮第10为曾被湖人选中，5年国家队…还有，跟着奥拉朱旺干了5个月…没了…”罗恩摊了摊手。

What was in that hideous white-haired fish head?Ron thought to himself.

"Yeah! That's right, it's better than I imagined...Ah! This kid is yours!" Barry snorted, "Remember, no one has a chance to be lazy with me, no matter who it is..."

That stinky skin Ron really wanted to tear him apart.

Relying on the old to sell the old, traditional thinking, the most important thing is to only look at the appearance of things, no wonder Yao Mai has led a group of CBA to play in the past few years...

It's a pity that I can no longer get along with the players. From now on, I will be like a small employee...checking in, handing in reports, going on business trips and so on.

Following the old man's stern eyes, Ron came to a corner of the room. There was an office cubicle with "Overseas Players Group" hanging on the door panel. Ron felt melancholy.

In recent years, the Rockets like to pick up cheap treasures. Earlier, Spanoulis, Luis Scola, and this year's David Anderson, plus a dry trial of overseas players, this department has also brought help to the team.

Scola alone has already promoted this wretched little old man named Ah Ti several levels, from a senior scout to the current senior consultant of the overseas development team.

"Sit!" The little old man salivated as he stared at the old-fashioned TV with a wretched expression.

Ron was also polite, and went on doing it.

"Look... look... he can shoot and pass, he is a good seed..."

The person in the shot is David Anderson, the Australian center that the Rockets have been chasing recently.

Ah Ti suddenly realized something and patted and shouted: "Hey, aren't you the head of the technical team who dragged you to death? You bastard! Why did you reject the player review I sent? What's wrong with him? He's the next Brad Miller!"

Miller?You don't make me laugh.A 280-pound guy doesn't match a 230-pound guy.

Ron smiled: "That's right! I dismissed it...I think his physique is too thin...It's far from the physical condition of the NBA..."

"You know what!" the little old man screamed in shock: "Oh, please forgive me for speaking so bluntly... Look, look, this guy has a very clever mind. Now NBA centers are almost all meat shields. His offensive methods and shooting ability are enough to blow up those slow-footed blocks..."

In the shot, David Anderson turned around and threw away the crouching Greek shark Shorts Anitis, made a dexterous layup, scored the ball, and caused the latter's pushing foul.

Ah Ti smiled proudly at Ron...

"But imagine putting him with O'Neill or Howard..." Ron frowned...

The wretched little old man staggered when he closed his eyes... "Well... Put the offense on the field, and take the defense down..." He smiled...

"Actually you should look at this guy! I mean, just for your information..."

Ron took the computer and quickly opened a video in front of the wretched little old man.

This is during the European club's game journey. In the picture, the big black man slaps a European-made big pyrenes with N big caps, and there is also a terrifying scene of covering from the backcourt to the frontcourt.

"His name is Sergio Ibaka..." Ron said brightly, making the little old man very uncomfortable.

"He... is he okay? What? It reads like a tongue twister. Let me see... 4 points, 5 rebounds... 7 blocks... No... No... This is not what we want... We already have a few big men who can defend but can't attack... Chuck, Joey, they all look better than him! How can the European league be compared with the NBA?" The little old man said in a disdainful tone...

"At least Europe's emphasis on physical confrontation is stronger than in the NBA! Many of his statistics in the NBA must be..."

"No...I don't like big black guys...they have big heads and no brains, just Anderson, just him..."

Well...well...it's not my turn to make up my mind anyway.

Ron spread his hands.

The training camp finally kicked off, Ariza's shooting was still bad, and Sigma on the sidelines also shook his head, but unlike Ron, he began to teach this kid back kicks, and his body was not coordinated at all after playing for a few days...

The back master on the side, Scola was sweating profusely...

Looking at Ariza, who was a little impatient and threw the ball heavily on the ground, Ron, who was hiding in the bathroom, sighed bitterly...

Are you really going to train him to be an ace player?But turn around and think about it, there’s no other way, it’s like catching ducks on the shelves, except for this new player who has never made an appearance in Houston but has the experience of winning the finals.
Let's hope this guy plays super in the first game, and then it's like a flood of yellow rivers, and it's out of control... Ron can only pray to God...

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"Luo... is there something wrong?" Morey was still too busy...

"Uh...manager...I'm here this time..." Ron sighed, "You know, whether the team wins or not, I'll keep my salary, but..."

Morey laughed: "I know, didn't you tell me the first time? You are a person who deeply loves basketball..."

Ron rolled his eyes: "Then I have a new plan now, it depends on whether you dare to gamble..."

"New plan? Let's hear it..." Moret raised his cheeks...

"Plus Trevor Ariza and add Brooks, if it's really not possible, add Landry, and replace Mayo and Darrell Arthur of the Grizzlies!" Ron's expression of gambler's concentration made Morey shocked...

"You mean to bet on the future? You don't…"

"No! Compared with the current lineup, that lineup is not much different. My bet is McGrady and Yao Ming! As long as one of them can come back, do you believe that this lineup can reach the Western Conference Finals?" Ron looked crazy...

Morey was astonished, but he let out a long sigh of relief...

"You really have your own unique side to the problem... But there are some things that you can't think of even if you stay out of it..." Morey approached Ron mysteriously: "We have no liquidity..."

what?
Ron looked helpless: "How is it possible? The Nasdaq index in April is still..."

"The season ticket is bleak... Also, we may be targeted by someone..." Morey looked at Ron silently and blinked.

"The Bass Consortium? Los Angeles Lakers?" Ron broke out in a cold sweat.

"That's right, even without the Ariza incident, I think the Lakers would not let go of any opportunity to attack their opponents..." Morey shrugged.

"I...I'm sorry..." Ron said...

"It has nothing to do with you... This is my idea..." Morey's eyes showed confusion: "It seems that the only way is to send him away!"

what? !

In fact, I have known for a long time that such a day will come, but after hearing it with my own ears, it is inevitable that I am still resisting fiercely in my heart...

　Ask for a ticket and ask for a reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)