Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 82 The Last Stubbornness
At 93:74, the Jazz players who had been stunned collapsed in front of the bench in frustration.

The fans in Salt Lake City were discussing a lot, and in the VIP box, the senior leaders of the Utah Jazz were arguing fiercely...

"Maybe my era is finally coming to an end..." He looked towards the arena, and the retired jerseys of his former lovers were still vivid in his memory, but the glory was gone forever...

Over the years, he has laid the foundation for the popularity of the highland home court. Although his team is not gorgeous, their hungry wolf pick-and-roll has been recorded in history. He and Marlon Stockton have continued to write a legend, full of sadness, but after all, it is also an achievement that ordinary people cannot match.

He used his ideas to inject strength into the team, turning a team into an army, execution into a label, and perseverance into a character.Let the team become a unique landscape in the NBA.

Don't say who punished him, don't say that he didn't win the championship, he did what he can, which should already satisfy him.

It’s just that living under high pressure for 23 years is a physical and mental devastation to a person. If there is a gap or even disagreement with the main co-workers, fatigue is always natural.

Sloan was already tired. He glanced at the end of the bench, the somewhat nonchalant chubby, who drank Gatorade and began to play with his fingers...

still a child...

Deron...

He has been rewriting himself since he entered the league, and he has also allowed the Jazz to enter another era after Malone. He has opened up a lot, but encountered more changes.

This is an era when the word "loyalty" is sold cheaply.The holding of those who stick to the team is sometimes seen as pedantic, because the collective strength can win the championship.

From BIG3 to BIG3, Deron needs a stage like many people.Is it reasonable to be teammates with an undefeated opponent?

In today's NBA, that seems to make sense.

Those who longed for it were gone one by one.

It is said that they are not willing to...

It's time to end it all...that's right...

...

On the night of 1964, when Marshal Zhang once again broke through the inside line, the Chicago players who were knocked off their backs throughout the game subconsciously chose to ignore them in order to protect themselves.

Many fans chose to cover their eyes to protest Wilt Chamberlain's unscrupulous abuse of the basket.

In the empty inside line, there was only one immature white man with a sullen face left. He slapped his horse and killed him. Under the surprised eyes of the surprised fans in the audience, he used a sumo-style assault and threw Marshal Zhang from the air to the ground without fear...

"I'm not afraid of you!"

When the skinny white guy got his sixth foul, he seemed to flick toward the guys who made most of the team's money and didn't do anything.

It's just that the fans who spontaneously stood up in the audience did not hesitate to applaud them, and this guy named Jerry Sloan also relied on the video points of this hug and fall, and in the long years of players after that, he entered the NBA's best defensive first team for 4 consecutive years.

"Just wait! One day, I will get it back!" He said stubbornly staring at Chamberlain's back.

The ancients said: It is only right and proper to repay debts.

1967年11月25日。在费城76人的主场，那个曾经在大帅面前6犯下场的白人小伙，以22分，16篮板，13助攻的三双搅黄了大帅迈向15连胜的步伐。

When Zhang Dashuai vented his anger in the following games, he soon also made the same mistake and graduated...

"SHit!" The commander ruthlessly smashed the towel handed over by the assistant to the ground.

Watching the coach leave the field faintly, Jerry Sloan "stubbornly" spat at his back: "This time it's even..."

...

In 82, the last game of the regular season.

When the Celtics, who were ecstatic to win the first place in the regular season for the first time in decades and were excited to be promoted to the playoffs, rushed to celebrate, their opponents, the Chicagoans at home, were in a mess.

The middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit stared at the tactical board speechlessly for a long time, and what he finally waited for was a notice to terminate the contract...

To put it nicely, it's called termination of the contract, but to put it badly, it's called dismissal.

"Wow!" Jerry Sloan, 40, looked helpless.

...

'86, Utah -- Delta Center Coaches Interview Hall…

"The simplest but most practical basketball tactic, the key is "blocking" and "breaking". Usually it is done by a big inside player and an outside linebacker." Jerry Sloan looked extremely calm when he listened patiently to some old men who were over [-] years old on the stage.

"After the pick and roll, there are often shots of big players scoring easily at the basket or shooting open mid-range shots. A good guard can choose whether to pass the ball or attack by himself. This has to be targeted at defensive changes──After the 'block', if no one is defending, the guard can directly shoot or drive for a layup... These are the changes and... victories I am about to bring to you!"

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and all the interviewers stood up smiling and shook hands with this young prospective coach one by one.

"Congratulations! Jerry...we want you!"

Wait!Before it was too late to be happy, Jerry Sloan's face showed "stubbornness" again.

This season, in the two games between the Utah Jazz and the Bulls, the "underdog" Utah Jazz tried their best to kill the red-eyes, and beat out the shit from the Chicagoans, the old club led by Joe Gang, who had just entered the league.

"Anyone can lose, but you can't lose to the Bulls!" At this time, Sloan was proud and full of a sense of revenge, even though his former No. 4 jersey was still hanging high in the arena of the American Airlines Center...

...

30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.

In 98, when Utah fell before God again, tears filled Sloan's pale face.

At that time, there was a certain law in the football world. If the coach of the team faced his home team in the NBA Finals, he would often be unable to win, and he could not break this law.

...

On November 2004, 11, when he watched Stockton, his most proud student, wearing an especially grand black suit today, amble into the arena, he initially smiled.

Low-key, peaceful, and silent, Stockton's burning desire for victory and unyielding tenacity can only be shown on the court.

"Thank you for your support over the past 19 years. I feel very happy here. This is my home."

"The Postman" Karl Malone, an old comrade-in-arms who worked with Stockton for 18 years, said: "There will definitely, never be another John Stockton—ever."

After bidding farewell to his former disciples, old coach Sloan still unconsciously let out a deep breath.

Slowly start again...

...

"Deron Williams breaks through! He points to Carlos Boozer on one side! Buzzer! CIC!"

"The goal was scored! After 8 years, the old coach Sloan led his new generation of disciples, and once again advanced to the Western Conference Finals! They will face the Los Angeles Lakers... Regardless of success or failure, there is no doubt that the old coach Sloan will once again be on his stage!"

...

"I'm sorry...Jerry..." When the mean guy from the Jazz appeared in front of him, the old coach suddenly felt panic...

"I'm sorry...your basketball philosophy may...maybe no longer apply to us...so...the end of the season..."

Yeah?Maybe he's right... Sloan didn't refute anything, just silently... nod his head painstakingly, and then left...

...

Is it time for the curtain call?
my basketball career...

Under the anger of all the fans chattering in the noisy Salt Lake City, Sloan closed his eyes.

But who can tell me...

Why is my heart... hurting?
"My dream... woo...my dream...it hasn't come true yet...I'm not reconciled..."

The whole body twitched... The old man who had struggled for his dream choked up and bit his lip tightly, a strong sense of unyielding, that was the last stubbornness!

"At least! I want to win back my glory!"

...

"Gentlemen, take a deep breath first..." Sloan said calmly.

hard to imagine…

When losing 17 points in a single quarter and falling behind by 19 points, the toughest iron coach in the players' minds will be this kind of mental outlook.

Everyone looked at each other,

"I'm sorry..." Sloan sighed. When these words suddenly appeared in front of everyone, everyone thought there was something wrong with their ears.

"It's all because of me... I underestimated them..." Sloan smiled and looked around at everyone.

All the players start to be shocked...

Although sometimes I have resistance to some iron-blooded policies of this old man, but after watching him work overtime and hard work for a hundred years, it is really hard not to admire him from the bottom of my heart.

"It's all up to me..." He clarified his position again, "I'm sorry, I've been so strict with everyone...Maybe after today, everyone will be liberated...Actually, you all call me 'old antique' and 'stubborn' behind your back, I know it all...but...but..."

He lowered his eyes, and his heart began to collide violently...

"But do you know? How eager I am to lead everyone to stand on the highest podium and hold that damn championship trophy!"

He choked up and covered his face, then quickly raised his head with his charming smile...

"Okay gentlemen...now let's forget about the score, forget about everything and enjoy the game...I won't yell at you anymore...I'm just here to watch and enjoy my last game in this city..."

He stopped talking, just smiled and looked around...

"Coach!" Paul Millsap was the first to clenched his hand angrily.

"We haven't lost yet!" Andrei Kirilenko's eyes flashed with tongue-twisting light.

Boozer gritted his teeth fiercely and fell into self-blame for his several mistakes.

"Why let the Rockets take away a victory so easily?" Ronnie Brewer's eyes flickered. At this moment, the repressed desire for victory in everyone's hearts was stimulated like a tsunami, and everyone looked coldly at the unsuspecting Rockets bench...

"Laugh...Houston! I'll make you cry in a moment!" Okur said.

AJ-Price, Ronnie Brewer, Andrei Kirilenko, Paul Millsap, and Remily Okur were like the strongest fighters back from hell, gritted their teeth and prepared to play.

The fourth quarter kicks off!

Martin was still unstoppable, but the fans of Salt Lake City were suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that even if you captured our city, the familiar Jazz team that would shed your skin is back!

When Martin received the ball and was about to make a mid-range shot, he was knocked to the ground by Ronnie Brewer who was too late to make a defensive posture...

All the players of the Rockets stepped forward to reason, and Okur and Boozer blocked everyone viciously...

Salt Lake City was noisy again. Even if it was an obvious malicious foul, the fans began to insult the referee without any scruples...

Barkley: "Is the Jazz in a hurry to lose?"

Kenny: "No... I think the Rockets' luck seems to have run out..."

Barkley: "Maybe...but...if some people still don't work..."

On the sidelines, Sloan sat down next to Deron Williams, who was thinking about something with his head down. Both of them were struggling in their hearts.

In fact, fire and water are incompatible, and sometimes just because of one sentence may bury the hatchet... This is life.

Still hate me deeply...

"When did you lose that competitive heart..." After the old man said these words slowly, he waited for a while, but the other party still didn't express anything...

"We are all obsessed with victory, and we will not give in to others easily...In the future, you must always keep your dreams in mind...Abandon those distracting thoughts that trouble you...I hope you can go on smoothly...And these are my last 'stubbornness' to you..."

Sloan walked away tactfully...

It's just that he never thought that the moment he stood up, a trembling heart would finally break free...

no hesitation...

　Wretched second!
　　Ask for tickets, ask for rewards!

　　Ask for a wet topic!
　　What pushed?

　　Strong push is still wretched!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)