Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 329 Smile-again
"Tracey...M!" After training, O'Neill was holding the largest towel and the largest water glass, and he lined up behind McGrady wretchedly.

For some reason, after talking to Ron, he ushered in a big explosion of his own, and now Shaq looks extraordinarily relaxed...

"What's the matter? Mr. Aristotle?" Maddie smiled accommodatingly while drinking soda.

"Passing machine ~ hmm..." He smiled. "Hahaha... Do you like this feeling?"

"Get used to it slowly, just pass it on... You know, it's not easy to switch modes, but I feel more natural now, without any pressure..."

"Really?" (asked haughtily)
McGrady: "Yeah... don't you benefit from it?"

O'Neill: "But why does Mr. Ben feel that you are always lacking confidence when you are on the court... Oh, BOY, you are only 32, and Mr. Ben is already 38. You will always be a tough guy... What are you afraid of?"

"..." He fell into silence, shrugged happily: "I'm most afraid that someone will pass the ball to me..."

The two smiled at each other.

"That's a bad joke, kid. But seriously, what is it?" O'Neill asked, taking a sip of his soda.

McGrady was happy again, and then slowly put away her smile, "I...I mean it..."

Under O'Neill's surprised eyes, he buried his head and left in a hurry...

"...Hey, dude, you don't need to be afraid, there's a big Mr. Aristotle behind you!"

Maddie turned around, pointed at him and winked...

...

The depression of the 18-game losing streak will soon be vented...

And after that my team was wandering...

Ron hurried past with his hands behind his back, his mind was full of thoughts...

...

"Communicate with everyone more..."

"Communication..." McGrady nodded.

"Communication...that's right! It's like selling life insurance." Ron patiently enlightened: "I know you've been quiet outside the game...but for a person who is coming out of continuous serious injuries, this is the best way to get rid of the psychological shadow...In the locker room, when someone walks past you, catch him, and just say something...You were an idol, and you also created your own era in the league..."

"...Okay, I'll try."

"Relax, buddy. You were and still are the signature of Space City...I have worked so hard to get the fans to pay to watch you play again. Don't be like Steve (referring to Francis), life is full of regrets..."

"OK!"

...

"You're all thinking about scoring, you're thinking about shooting your opponent's rim, and you're thinking about how to smash the ball into someone else's basket... Others think the same way. So, let others come to you first, put defense in your mind first, and every game in the future will be a war of attrition, and we have to play it as a playoff game...We can't afford to lose...By the way, George, can you play games when you are on vacation?"

"Sorry? What?"

"Stop fucking fishing, you idiot..."

"Oh... oh..."

...

"If you don't see the opponent's route clearly, you rush to grab the ball recklessly, or jump on the other person's head, I may screw your heads off... (He rolled his eyes at Bledsoe and Cousins, who are smiling like flowers) What a joke, it's you two big guys..."

"But... if I act stronger, the guy on the other side will get a shot..." Teodosic said.

"Please, you've played in European football games. They can't score more than 80 points in the whole game. Tell me why?"

"fight…"

"Yes...melee combat...use your strong body to block him, not gamble defense. You must know that at the critical moment of the game, all good scorers are rushing to make free throws. Try to make those guys miss the free throw. If we can't stop them from scoring at the critical moment, we will lose. And I don't like losing a game where you try your best, Milos...I hate losing by small points. So don't underestimate any free throws...and of course the defensive 3-second violation where you're giving your opponent several free throws a game..."

"what?"

"Could it be that standing in the 3-second zone, will you have the illusion of a stripped beauty in your eyes?"

There was laughter all around...

...

"Don't make a rash move before the player is settled..."

"A reckless shot is equal to giving the opponent a score... one back and one back, at least 4 points." The little chubby Gobright explained.

"Even if I feel hot to the touch?"

"It feels against the sky, and I have to wait for the rebounder to settle down..."

...

"If you meet a trash talker who likes to play emotional balls and run trains with his mouth full... Shut down your emotional thinking, act like a dog barking, and then block in front of him and take defensive actions... Don't be a hero. It will make you easy to get hot... and provocation is prohibited..."

"Let them make their own mistakes...and when they do, remember to return a thank you..."

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"Another thing, when you're behind, don't let your brain get hot, get nervous, and make random shots...a fact - the more you try to recover the score urgently, it will only make the score worse..."

"Playing the heroic savior is my specialty! Don't you trust my ability to turn the tide at critical moments?" Iverson, McGrady and others complained.

"I prefer to believe the facts, gentlemen! You must know that the regular season is 82 games. You may become the heroes that people talk about in one or two nights, but you will become bears in the other dozen or twenty games... Gentlemen, the infamy of losing is hard to bear! Especially when you send key mistakes and hit irons."

...

"Don't always think about scoring, scoring can't win a championship..."

"But how can you win if you don't score? As the saying goes, that person's money is for others to eliminate disasters..."

"I paid you to win... I didn't ask you to compete with others. Even if I gave him some color, I was shot into a hornet's nest at the same time..."

...

Ron finally broke into a smile: "Everything I just said is the secret to victory, understand? Focus...Focus...Focus again...Play with your brain! Instead of playing with your dick! Well, as a team manager, I will just say this, and leave the rest to you... Come on, I have full confidence in you!"

...

He ran in the setting sun, but what he was chasing was a kind of familiar youth...

Involuntarily, he finally smiled from the bottom of his heart...

I'm-looking-for-the-light…

(I'm looking for the light)

I'm-waiting-for-the-time…

(I'm reminiscing about time)
Now-I-can-fell-your-heat-so-I-just-know…

(Now I can feel your heartbeat, so I just know)
what-there-is-and-also-who-others-is…

(regardless of who or what happens these days...)
I'm-looking-for-the-light-with-you…

(I'm looking for sunshine with you) Note: I didn't use Sunshine for rhyme ignore.

I'm-waiting-for-the-time-with-you…

(I'm reminiscing about the time and space with you)

I-losted-everything-but-you…

(I once lost everything and you)
Oh-I-believe-you-to-be-alive-in-this-world
(Oh. I believe you are living as well as I am in this world)

I'm-feeling.
(how I feel right now...)
smile-again.
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"Is Paul George crazy? Even though he committed 6 fouls, he racked up 7 steals in this game and made Rudy Gay throw the towel in a rage after he came off the game...Houston killed the Grizzlies...they have won [-] straight..."

"O'Neal rushed into the paint! That's right, he rushed in! Overlord step! Heavy dunk! Oh! Only-shit! Where is the Philadelphia ambulance?...The camera cuts to the stern bench of the 76ers, and Iguodala and Brand are all pale...They were...they were beaten into a daze...they became the 67ers...they can't tell the difference..."

"...Don't you know? Cousins ​​is a ferocious beast... He can do anything... Of course you can blame him for deserting sometimes... But there is a dead doorman behind him... Big Aristotle... Oh, you know who I mean!"

"...Houston's 7-game winning streak! Even the wildest little Salt Lake fans left early... What are they talking about? God, they say they are a piece of shit...lol!"

"...Teodosic screens, McGrady gets the ball, Ariza guards him... He was the best defense against swingers last season... Oh my God, McGrady goes inside again! (Stands up and cheers!) YEAH~~~~Second time! That's right! Another hit on Huashan!"

"...Houston hasn't given up yet...Because this game against New Orleans is related to the ranking of the two teams in the Southwest Division...Serbian Milos? No matter what his name is, he probably hasn't faced a passing master like Paul in Europe..."

"Oh! God! He bumped Paul! Isn't that a foul? (Waiting) The referee shook his head and didn't blow his whistle. Milos went inside. God, what is he doing? Such a high ball, who can catch it? ~~~GOD! Shit! Paul-George!!…"

"9 consecutive victories! They are strong!"

……

Barkley: "What did I say? Just when you thought they were done playing...they got up right under your nose, patted the dirt on their bodies, and walked away inexplicably..."

Kenny: "OH~SHIT! Charles, you've said it countless times..."

"Countless times are not enough to remind those pig brains..."

……

"Brooklyn has lost 5 games in a row...The Russian tycoon also made his debut...They vowed to kill the Rockets and end the madness of the Houstonians..."

"...but they fell behind in the first quarter..."

"...What happened to Deron? When he was facing a guy who was taller and stronger than him, he couldn't play?"

"Ten wins in a row! Oh! My God!"

...

"Smoking cigars?" (Break into the conference room where the regular meeting is taking place) Ron took out a large Cuban cigar from his pocket...

"...Ah!" said Olajuwon, who was having a meeting with the newcomers in the management team. Everyone behind him was so surprised that they almost jumped up from their chairs impulsively and gave Ron a hug.

"Fuck your sister!" He smirked to himself like a snake, then closed the door and hummed a little tune.

Olajuwon, who was at a loss for words, was embarrassed: "...by the way, come to work with us, and one more thing...you have to get used to a manager who is always funny..."

(Voice from a distance outside the door) "I haven't gone far yet!"

(Don't walk away! The streak continues!)

　smile-again.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)