Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 326 Glorious Years...

After the last training session before the game, JR-Smith and his teammates talked about all kinds of anecdotes in Houston nightclubs, and walked to the locker room talking and laughing...

"Excuse me, JR?" When the little fat guy who had been timidly waiting for a long time found him, JR hadn't expected that he had been traded...

"Hi! Isn't this the little follower behind our big manager? What's the matter?"

"Come on, can I talk to you? It's about the team..."

"Okay!" JR-Smith was full of air, "What is it about? Renewing the contract early? You have to find my agent!"

The two sat down in a small meeting room in the management...

The atmosphere was so embarrassing, when the little fat brother didn't send a glance, even the big JR felt that things would be a little tricky...

When Brett thought of what Ron had taught him in the past, about the analogy of "a bullet directly pierces the brain to death and a chest bleeds to death slowly", he finally let go of some psychological burden...

"JR, you've been traded to New York..." He looked at JR-Smith for a moment, and felt relieved: "...here's a call from Louise, the manager of their public relations department. She's the secretary in charge of the team's transportation... She may have been waiting for your call again, and she will take care of everything for you, including air tickets, and the team's ideal rendezvous time..."

JR-Smith scratched his face in disbelief, picked up the contract in black and white on the table, and said with trepidation: "That's it? No detailed description of the transaction?"

Little Fatty nodded implicitly: "Yes...that's all..."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds...

JR shrugged indifferently: "OK!"

Pick up the contract, open the door, and stride away...

This reminded the little fat brother of a common saying: "A barracks made of iron, soldiers with flowing water..."

He let out a long sigh of relief, trembling with fear...

...

Toyota Center is getting busy again...

Maybe it was because of a few words from Ron, or maybe it was the weekend...

Fans lined up to enter the arena in an endless stream, and the posture was only a little less than the audience on the opening day...

It may be to witness what Houston can lose after 18 consecutive losses. No one is playing the "I am always proud of you" sign.

"Let's lose, lose you to death..."

"Today I just came to see the real face of Ron's liar..."

"Come on! Hi! I'm cheering for the other side! Hush~~~"

Coincidentally, this time the opponent is Denver...

In the first game of the season, Houston was so abused that it was hard to find the north. I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune to come to Houston again...

Of course, winning is only a regular season game, and giving the opponent a 19-game losing streak for free; if you are unlucky...

That was really bad luck for eight lifetimes...

Therefore, after a 10-game losing streak, most of the teams that encountered Houston did not want to take the blame, and they all played extraordinarily hard...

But for the birthplace of the NBA miracle, you can guess the beginning and the process, but it is impossible to guess the end...

In short Melon is still smiling brightly*** Lupus is still relaxed...

...

"Rick, do you have time?" One hour before the game, Ron led Jiujiu-Bright to the coaching staff, for which he even made a lot of grooming...

Aweng is not a person who holds grudges, but the team he leads has lost 18 consecutive games, and they will face the Nuggets and Miami immediately, which will not be of much interest to anyone...

"Okay, just sit down..."

Before the other party agreed, Ron was already sitting impolitely on the passenger seat, with his legs crossed, with an obscene smile on his face, and then he said with a high air: "You can't let Jermaine O'Neal and JR-Smith play tonight, you must use T-MAC, I have arranged for the announcer to let him call his name last..."

"Come on...I don't want to argue with you anymore, Ron...The starting lineup will be lined up this afternoon, and it can't be changed..." A Weng squinted and said with contempt.

"The starting lineup is absolutely up to you...but you still can't let Jermaine Taylor and JR-Smith play..." Ron narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if provocative...

"But... I insist on letting them go first... and I won't let the people you mentioned make up the numbers..."

Before he finished speaking, Ron cut it off: "I don't think so! Because one has already flown to New York, and the other is about to go to Oklahoma..."

Adelman was startled, with a dazed look on his face: "I know you will move JR sooner or later...but you also traded Jermaine?"

"YES!" Ron just looked straight at him, smiling. "Next, I will transfer all the Viper players you dropped over a few days ago..."

"Are you out of your mind? Ron!" Adelman complained innocently, putting out his signature hand.

"Yeah, I've been crazy lately..."

dong dong~~
Glancing at the knock on the door, Jermaine Taylor, who had already changed into the game uniform, Ron parted his mouth slightly...

"Do you want to see me?" He asked with mixed excitement and joy: "Why are you in such a hurry? Is it about the All-Stars?"

"Yes! Come and set up a chair to sit..."

As soon as he sat down, Ron's words almost made him spin around...

"Jermaine Taylor, you have been traded to the Thunder. This is Sam Presti's call. He is a good man, the team manager...he is also waiting for your call...Lisa will prepare the plane to see you off, you know, you have made a lot of contributions to the team in the past year..." He seemed to be endorsing, speaking without any emotion, calmly, but soul-stirring...

Even Adelman and Brett felt that Ron was a cold-blooded capitalist now...

Seeing Jermaine Taylor's distraught appearance, Ron decided to strike while the iron was hot.

"You are a good player, Jermaine. Thanks to you in the past season...I am also very grateful that you implemented your second-year rookie contract in the Rockets, which saved me a lot of worry...Now that you play your worth, you can also become a winner in life like the players who left before! Congratulations..."

"Huh..." There was a little bit of sadness, but a little bit of surprise...

The profound thing is to capture Jermaine Taylor's eagerness to get ahead. After speaking, it is obviously a clean-up technique, but in the end it shows a little human touch...

Jermaine Taylor gritted his teeth, and glanced at it reluctantly. Adelman, who was always standing by the side with a blushing face, finally left with a feeling of sadness...

"Look, I didn't lie to you..." Ron said happily to Adelman, who had closed his eyes and was completely speechless.

"You'll kill the team..." Adelman said, shaking his head. "I worked hard to find some new tactics. You let the tuition you paid before, 18 consecutive losses, and lost for nothing...Really, you are a jerk...I should listen to Barry, resign and leave..."

"New tactics? I like new tactics...I know you also secretly let George and McGrady practice in case of emergency...Then let's use it flexibly! And don't play tricks! Listen, Rick, I can play with you for a whole season...I don't care if you lose 82 games...But you are a famous coach in the league, you have wins...Dignity, you don't want, when you interview the next team, they think you are old and confused, I am right ..." Ron was happy...

"Why don't you fire me and come by yourself?" Adelman held back tears...

Only at that moment, Ron suddenly lost the pleasure of "revenge"...

He felt a little guilty...

"Listen, if you don't trust me, please resign me...I'm the head coach, and I have a bottom line...I don't care about the team suspension you did last season, or anything else, OK...This is your jurisdiction..." He collapsed on the chair and covered his face: "But you never asked me, and gave up everything I carefully brought out last season...Eternal reconstruction...Forever hurt and parting..."

Ron walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder lightly: "It's okay...it's okay...everything before me...everything before me..."

Watching him slowly calm down, Ron gave a bright smile: "At least those guys are living in the present and playing an indispensable role in other teams. Isn't that all right?"

The old man was taken aback suddenly.

"Come on, have faith in yourself... let's do it again!"

...

"Hey!" Before leaving, Adelman stopped the little fat brother. "Does this... really work? 4000 million salary... Small teams win? Do you agree with this?"

"One hundred percent!" he said with a timid smile.

...

Going straight to the locker room of the home team, Ron's face was always full of enthusiasm...

No more club music, no more tension...

They have lost 18 games in a row, so there is nothing to worry about...

Besides, the team's top two scorers were traded before the game...

Everyone is doing pre-match warm-ups and stretching exercises in an orderly manner...

Everyone is self-serving and cheering for themselves...

"PG..." He patted McGrady on the shoulder and walked towards the slightly immature Paul George.

"Sir!" George seemed a little confident, he knew that today he would make his debut...

"Ready to play, you are the starter!"

"YES-SIR!" He nodded and grinned under the envious eyes of everyone.

"Listen to me, everyone!" Ron called everyone together, and suddenly forgot his words after not being the leader of the locker room for a long time.

"...you may not look like you can win... because you are old (look at O'Neill, he is arrogant and stubborn, clenched his fist...)...or you are not hairy (look at Cousins, this guy is praying with his eyes closed and muttering words)..." Ron glanced around: "But I tell you, you can! So..."

He felt like his mannerisms had regressed a bit, but that didn't matter anymore, at least he saw something he wanted to see...

The desire to win...

The underdog will win...

"So... let's go win tonight! Kick their ass... Tell everyone, you are not LOSER! You are big winners!"

"Let's-go-rocket! get-what?"

"Get-Red!"

The resounding echo echoed through the locker room…

Before leaving, he patted Maddie on the shoulder again. The latter's eyes, which had always been blurred and sleepy, suddenly became extremely fierce...

...

"Hey, buddy, I'm going to kick your ass again..." Anthony said to Iverson in the player tunnel.

"Try it..." Iverson shrugged...

...

"NO. 1, Hero-come-back! Tracy~~~~~Mc~~~Grady!"

When Red One opened his arms and slowly walked out from the player tunnel, everyone booed and cursed, and began to cheer instinctively...

...

Although Ron still did not appear on the scene in the end, it was in line with everyone's expectations before the game-the massacre...

But it was the Houston Rockets' carnage against the Nuggets at home...

They seem to vent their depression and sadness over the past month...

Scored 40 points in the first quarter...

After winning the first round of the man, he squinted at the sky at 45 degrees again, smiling...

"I've said it before, they're strong...they just took a nap...and woke up...the rest of the league is going to suffer..."

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"It was the lowest point of my life...but also the brightest moment of my life...I call it the glory days...yes..." Ron said recalling the days after the 18-game losing streak.

　"NO. 1, Hero-come-back! Tracy~~~~~Mc~~~Grady!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)