Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 320 The evening after the death knell...

"Ha...ha...ha..." After panting in the training room, Ron walked towards the main entrance, and kicked the trash can at the door into the air...

"Fuck!"

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"I should let you participate in the discussion on the first day, including my team building ideas, my theories, and my philosophy...so that you can clearly understand what I want to do..." In the conference room after the game, Ron patiently said to Jerry Sloan, whose eyes were almost squinted into a line, and Adelman, whose face was ashen after losing.

"Do you really think I value those bullshit statistics? Uh...I admit that it is indeed useful, but my perspective is based on'humanity'...I know that those veterans are no longer useful, and the young people will not be able to adapt to the game for a while...But I just want to stimulate their potential, understand?" Yu Bledsoe... why do you..."

Then he breathed a sigh of relief again: "But it's all my fault, my fault, Rick... my Jerry... I'm fully responsible for screwing up the premiere..."

"what do you want to say in the end…"

Ron, full of blood, rushed headlong into the cold hole...

He suppressed his anger towards these two old stubborns, and still said patiently: "I want to say that if you don't let the team play the way it was designed to play, any moves I make will be useless..."

"Relly?" Sloan hummed with a half-smile: "I remember I came to you, I said I can't lead this kind of team..."

"Rom..." Adelman even took off his eyes, full of bitterness after the game: "You are too meddlesome...just like last season, you only need to find someone for me, and you don't need to worry about the rest, OK?"

"...(Long silence) Why don't McGrady start... let him take the pressure of leadership? Why not let Paul George play in the rotation? Isn't Bledsoe your favorite type of player all the time?"

"Because they can't play NBA-level basketball right now..."

"How do you know?" (fighting against each other)

"It's not my first day as a coach! McGrady, as you can see, the dribble breakthrough is like a slow-motion replay..."

"He can score..."

"No... no... I really can't find someone to replace him... Ron, the person you are looking for has problems in all aspects... and it is a big problem!"

"Then find time to solve these problems!... As long as we are within 7 games behind the eighth in the Western Conference before Yao Ming comes back, we can still remain competitive... This is already the worst plan! What?"

Sloan was silent at the side, and Adelman looked around with a blushing face...

"Any thing else?"

"Yes...In the end I'd rather see JR-Smith play off the bench than score 30-plus points per game with unlimited firepower..."

"Iverson starting? Jermaine Taylor?"

Obviously hoping for McGrady and George, Ron knocked on the table and stood up: "I don't care who it is..."

"I care!" It's hard to see A Weng facing each other with his head raised...

A big defeat smashed all the sugar-coated shells, pink bubbles, and all other virtual glory and obscene fantasies in Space City into pieces...

Let all the previous rings here have a good vision for the new season, just like the people of Infinite Dawn, who can't afford to lose, and gradually turn into madness...

Yes, all crazy...

"Is this for your next 'exorbitant contract'? Rick..." Ron said so amazingly that even Brett on the side had to gently tug on his cuff...

"No...it's for you to have your job, and I have my job...my job is to get out of no one's way, the boss, the president, running this shit team you built for me..."

"Even if it's a pile of 'shit', it wasn't made for you, Rick..." Ron opened the little fat brother's hand and continued to be domineering...

"No-shit...hehe..." With a fake smile... even Sloan, who was on the side, watched Ron stand up with cold eyes...

"Okay... I don't think this meeting can go on... Goodbye, you two... Every time I talk to you, it brings back my love for basketball..."

He imitated Adelman's signature posture of pacing anxiously back and forth in front of the bench, and left without looking back, satisfying the appetite of the two elders...

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November 11rd, at dusk…

The main entrance of the Toyota Center.

Ron hid in the car by the front door, turned on the radio, and listened to the road trip in Dallas, hundreds of kilometers away...

There is last season's Western Conference Finals hero...old player Tyson Chandler...

The Dallas people were devastated and settled Houston early. Even Chandler shook his head at the team he once played for...

The Dallasites or Cuban seemed unwilling to let go of any opportunity to taunt Ron... They recruited Barry, and even though he was spared by Ron, after the first game, seeing the team fall, there was a lot of resentment...

"I've got Mike Berry, the former general scouting consultant for the Houston Rockets, now with the team... Berry, you look upset, can you briefly describe what happened?"

"They trusted a statistics rookie who graduated from Harvard... He is proficient in data analysis... Of course, with 4000 million people, you can't expect it to be perfect, but they played the slogan of winning... Ron was like a maniac and squandered this little money. Although these people are very cheap, they are comparing the peak data of some old players and the data of injured players before injury.

"Moneyball? Computer analysis? Oh! That's the dumbest way to build a team I've ever heard..."

"Yes, the theory is good, it just doesn't work..."

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ESPN: "Ron built the team according to his own ideas. In fact, this idea has been proposed a long time ago. A guy named Bilkin...he wrote an interesting book on economic strategies...He once boasted that this theory is applicable to any sport...But the problem is that this guy has never even played table tennis...nor does he run any sports-related teams. In fact, he is just a security guard in a supermarket..."

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After losing in Dallas, Hughes get hit again in San Antonio...

Maybe some people can use the opponents in the previous few games to be too strong to get past...

On November 11th, Houston, which had lost three games in a row, was at home against the same unlucky Timberwolves who had also lost three games in a row. Houston was almost dismembered by Love alone...

People remembered the name of Kevin Love, and they also remembered that at the last moment, because of a missed judgment, he went crazy and ran all over the field. The space city who was finally expelled was really a "demon". Cousins ​​was expelled for the first time and was severely punished by the league...

banned...

　"Even if it's a piece of 'shit', it wasn't made for you, Rick..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)