Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 328 Don't Give Up!The center forward of the end of the century!

Yes…

How long can a primary and a four primary school play?

Last season, I went through a long period of running-in from offense to defense, and almost missed the last train of the playoffs...

But at this moment our big Mr. Shark, very angry...

The consequences are also quite serious...

...

"boom…"

Catch the ball again, turn his back, pouted his big butt, and violently aesthetically squeezed away the 280-pound trainer Sigma, O'Neal dunked again...

Baskets are shaking...

Ron approached quietly, but he couldn't decide what tone he should use...

"MR Aristotle, Mr. Big Diesel Engine, I have some ideas..." Ron smiled leisurely leaning against the corner.

"Really? Do you also want to teach me how to win the championship?" He was obviously still angry, but he was a little paranoid.

Like a trapped beast that has long been unwilling to be restrained...

"I know your little tricks... you think I don't know? What are you still pretending to be? Oh, enough!"

...

As early as early July, Houston had the opportunity to offer a contract to the Sharks who were bought out by Cleveland, and it was rumored that the Eagles were willing to offer the Sharks a mid-level contract.

In mid-July, the Celtics had another opportunity to discuss with the Cavaliers about a sign-and-trade, but Ron wisely chose to remain silent.

In the end, when everyone gave up signing O'Neal, the Rockets finally became O'Neal's only choice.

Not a tearjerker comeback...nor is there a hug from Houston with the players gone...

It's all just some heartless business...

It exists in the calculation of the general manager of the team, and in the hearts of the players who are helpless but still deeply in love with playing basketball...

If there was an in-game loyalty...

O'Neal is undoubtedly the lowest in this rocket...

This is close to 0, similar to you offering a buyout today, I would never pack up and get out the next day...

...

"What?" Ron seemed to hear something.

"Boom..." It was another heavy buckle, and Sigma almost fell to the ground from exhaustion...

"Don't think I don't know, what are you thinking...'coax him' and 'let him make more money for me', listen to Ron, I paid a lot for my comeback, but the treatment you gave me doesn't look like what a privileged player should have. This makes me very unhappy!"

As he said, O'Neal made a great sacrifice to join the Rockets.

"Shaq's salary reduction is a bit exaggerated, especially when he can still achieve 10+5 data." Drexler once commented on the scene: "The most important thing is that in order to join this team, he accepted the role of a substitute, which is unprecedented."

Indeed, the last time the Sharks came off the bench was the Heat in the 2006-2007 season. In his 18-year career, he only played 9 games off the bench.And the price of the veteran's basic salary is obviously not in line with the expectations of most people - including himself - before.

Perhaps the charged soda has already made him feel regretful, and then another wave of 18-game losing streak has escalated into annoyance...

Maybe in his heart, he deserves more respect...

Although Mr. Drexler's statement exaggerated Ron's brilliance, O'Neill's experience in the free market did greatly affect his decision. ESPN commentators believe that it is precisely because of the few options for the next home and the general lack of sincerity that O'Neal lowered his expectations for the contract price and decided to accept any role on the court.

Of course, like Iverson, money is not the only pursuit of the Sharks, and having the ability to win the championship is also one of the criteria. "Shaq told me that he wanted to join a team that could enjoy the thrill of victory, and Iverson's final decision affected his final decision." O'Neal's agent said: "Even if he gave some more money, Shaq would never go to an uncompetitive team. This is his consistent style."

The local media in Houston also agreed with this statement: "The experience of the past few years has given Shaq a heavy blow. He gradually realized that he is no longer the omnipotent shark in the past. But subconsciously, Shaq still refuses to admit the fact that he is completely aging. It was not until this summer that he finally understood everything. Therefore, he made his own choice and expressed his sincerity in playing. This is a correct decision."

This can’t help but remind us of Phil Jackson’s description in his autobiography "The Last Season": "Sometimes I feel that Shaq and Kobe are very similar two people, because they are not very mature. The difference is that Kobe is a person who will never compromise and give in, even if he knows that he may be wrong. And when Shaq faces some things that are not going well, he may try to adjust his mentality."

"I'm not the one who takes over the game anymore. That's a thing of the past." O'Neal said in an interview with the media after losing his starting position. "At this stage of my career, I'm already a complete role player. I support the team. For the team, for the victory, I am willing to do anything, even if it is to tie the shoelaces of the players on the field."

...

It's time to stimulate his potential...because I need him on the way to the championship...

Ron suddenly followed suit.

"I advise you to try to keep your temper in the future... If you are ejected, it proves that you are not a good player, Shaq... And you are completely embarrassing me... Averaged 5 points, 4 rebounds... Are you just another Patrick Perkins now?"

"What? I don't care about your shit!" He suddenly regained his spirits: "I have been in the league for decades, and I have never seen a manager go to the training ground to tell the players what to do, what to do...Actually, they know something..."

"That's why you didn't meet me!"

"Ha..." O'Neill smiled contemptuously. "Do you mean you almost became teammates with me more than ten years ago?"

The scene was out of control, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and Ron felt an inexplicable anger...

"Are we in trouble, Shaq?"

"No, it's just that I know what you're doing. I've seen quite a few people, and they tried to tell me what to do... In the end they all returned home... Yes... They're just playing tricks to boost morale... I understand!" He turned his face, as if he was going to be stubborn to the end: "But that's for those newcomers, child soldiers, okay? I don't need it, and I don't want to follow it..."

"Tsk~ Do you think... do you think you are special? Howling, a privileged player?"

O'Neill happily put down the basketball and looked at Ron: "You still give the 38-year-old me more than 1000 million US dollars a year, so... Hey, yes, I think I am a bit special! Don't forget, when you lose 18 games in a row, who guarantees that you can still make a normal profit...McGrady? Iverson? NONONO! It's me!"

Sure enough... it's just that Ron didn't think it was a little funny...

"Oh, MAN! I didn't give you 1 cents more than the veteran salary you deserve..."

O'Neal looked over in surprise...

"Your more than 1000 million was given by the unlucky Cleveland... This is their evaluation of you... They would rather give you such a large amount of money for nothing than give you to me, just because of a small second-round pick... And, you know, Atlanta, Philadelphia, which one of them didn't make fun of it, and finally stopped in time? Oh, Shaq, I'm a little forgetful...What was your draft pick when you entered the league?"

After speaking, O'Neill's face almost started to twitch...

The nose suddenly became sore, and the sound of "呵呵呵" kept making...

He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth... After all, he was a little frustrated...

"...Tell me, what are you looking for me for? Box office? A gimmick? Or do you think I haven't sniffed enough?"

Ron sighed, but patted him on the shoulder sincerely: "Shaq, you are 38 years old... Let's sincerely tell each other what we want..."

He didn't speak, just nodded...

"I want to extract the last drop of your basketball potential... and you want to continue to play in the league and be respected by people... just like the No. 45 Flyer, spend the twilight years of your career..." Ron held out his hand: "Then let's cooperate! Shaq...face yourself first...except for 1000 million, I still have a salary for you...but I'm definitely not for the old you...You know I've always been very economical, this year I couldn't afford soda..."

He paused, and then said emotionally: "I'm paying you now! Except for your poor legs and feet, you can only play for 20 minutes per game. Isn't everything the same as before?"

He fed the carrots and sticks together, and his complexion gradually improved a bit: "Yes...it's the same as before..."

Ron pursed his lips, and this big guy was still so desperate to save face and suffer: "You are very smart, you must understand what I want you to do... Be an example to young people... After all, you are a well-known guy, be a leader... and lead the team forward! It can be done! Mr. Aristotle!"

He gritted his teeth, patted the ball, and nodded...

"ALL-Right..."

"So have you prepared any gifts for Phoenix and Cleveland today?"

"...Of course, they paid me so much pension money..." he said with a smile, while walking towards the rolling basketball...

"At my age, being able to play a game is a game...so..." He suddenly looked at Ron with anticipation in his eyes...

"So...don't give up!"

...

Challenging Phoenix away, facing Cleveland back to back, facing two former clubs that abandoned him ruthlessly, Shark finally showed his fangs...

After Cousins ​​was finally taken care of by his opponent, he scored 45 points and 23 rebounds in two games...

Ever since, the rumors in the league-the center at the end of the century came again...

　"I know your little tricks... you think I don't know? What are you still pretending to be? Oh, enough!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)