I just play ball

Chapter 381 There is something
At this moment, Jokic was lying flat on the floor, shaking slightly, and the lump of fat on his belly went up and down.

"ARE YOU OK?" Sebastian looked nervous. He first raised his hand to test Jokic's breathing, and then raised his hand to touch Jokic's eyelids, eagerly using his little knowledge of first aid, sweating profusely.

The staff next to him gave Kupchak a look for help, but Kupchak had never seen such a scene before, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Jokic's brother Nemania, his eyes full of shock and doubt .

"Uh, don't worry..." Nemanya waved his hands with a blushing face, "He's just a little tired..."

"His physical fitness... is indeed relatively poor. This kind of test is too difficult for him," Augustan hesitated for a moment, frowning, "I guarantee in name that he will reduce his weight to 240 catties in the next year the following."

Kupchak still didn't know what to say, but Jokic stopped panting, his complexion returned to normal, and he sat slumped on the floor, staring blankly at his feet, like a big pyrene bear who was suddenly shocked by an electric shock.

"I just said I shouldn't come here, it's too inhumane..." Jokic muttered to himself, "What's so good about the NBA, there's no three-second rule for defense, outside players can do whatever they want, it's all about game performances ..."

The air was terrifyingly quiet, and Jokic's complaints continued, "Big players are always given the impression of 'rough technology', forcing the pace of the game to speed up, and the level of confrontation is getting lower and lower. It's just rubbish..."

"Enough!" Nemanya yelled at his younger brother, then turned his head and whispered to Kupchak: "I'm very sorry, he can't meet your requirements at present, I will take him back to training, I hope you can Give it another chance."

Kupchak fell into deep thought, D'Antoni and others did not speak, and Nick Young and others shook their heads to express their helplessness.

Jumping 30 cm has little effect. After all, there are many floor players in the NBA, but Jokic is a center or power forward and needs to be responsible for rebounding. In addition, his core strength is too poor. The defensive end is basically equal to an ATM.

The worst thing is that if Jokic plays, his teammates have to match his personal rhythm, otherwise it will be 4 on 5.

Seeing this situation, Nemanya quickly walked to his brother's side, bent down and stretched out his hands to support him.

Jokic stood up with one hand on the ground. Coach Augustan bowed slightly to Kupchak and others. The three of them walked to the gate of the training base together. Compared with the eagerness when they first came in, they seemed a little lonely.

"Wait!" Li Yue said suddenly, and everyone stared sideways.

"Since you are here, why don't you show your super high basketball IQ." Li Yue's idea is very simple. Jokic's statements just now are all facts. He is good at observation and has the courage to express his ideas. There is definitely something.

As for physical fitness, there is no need to worry. The NBA has the best trainers and the best training conditions in the world. As long as Jokic is willing to undergo transformation, it is only a matter of time. The Lakers have the capital to bet and wait.

"Then shoot first to warm up, and then there will be a 5V5." Kupchak immediately echoed.

Li Yue said to Nick Yang: "Go and enlighten, and don't let that child shut himself up."

Nick Yang nodded in agreement, and Li Yue walked to Kupchak and invited Nemania to discuss in private.

The three entered the office and sat down in a circle. Li Yue raised his hand to introduce himself.

Without thinking about it, Nemania rushed to say: "Hello, Mr. Li Yue, I am Nemanja Jokic, and I am Nikola's eldest brother. I am very sorry to cause you so much trouble, but in my opinion Personality guarantee, this is definitely not intentional..."

Li Yue interrupted with a wave of his hand, "We are very optimistic about Nicola's future prospects, but now he needs to lose weight and exercise more. To do this, he needs to quit those poor eating habits, what do you think?"

"Totally agree!" Nemania nodded again and again, "It was because I was not self-disciplined that I failed to make further progress. Now that I think about it, I regret it very much, so I will try my best to urge Nicola to lose weight and ensure that he will not drink even a drop of Coke. .”

"Oh? You've played professionally, too?" Kupchak asked.

"Yes," Nemania said with a sad face, "I am good friends with Milicic, who was drafted by the Pistons in 03. We used to hold parties at his villa in Detroit every night, always with alcohol and alcohol. Dealing with women, the consequence is that I didn’t get normal playing time in the University of Detroit for three years. Later, I transferred to Long Island University, and I also failed to achieve results. Finally, I signed a contract with a low-level league. Serbia…"

Li Yue did not interrupt, and waited until Nemania had finished talking about his sad past, and then said: "So no matter how Nicholas behaves later, we all hope that he can stay in the United States for training, because the conditions here most."

Nemanya showed a trace of anxiety, then nodded fiercely, "I will definitely do it."

Li Yue smiled slightly, "You don't need to worry about the cost, the team can sign a contract with Nikola first."

"That's really great, thank you for your appreciation and understanding." Nemaniya was full of excitement, and Li Yue raised his hand to give her a high-five, got up and left the office, leaving Kupchak to discuss specific matters with him.

On the court, Jokic, who was shooting a basket, was all smiles, and Nick Young was talking on the sidelines.

Li Yue pulled all his teammates into groups in advance, arranged for Gobert, Iguodala, Nick Young, Landry, and Marshall to wear white jerseys, arranged for himself, Covington, Bazemore, and Ed Davis Wearing a blue jersey.

By grouping in this way, Li Yue can quickly understand the style of play of the two new players and Jokic.

About 5 minutes later, Jokic signaled that the warm-up was over, and Li Yue handed over a blue jersey.

"Can you play halftime instead?" Jokic said suddenly, "I'm worried that I won't be able to keep up with your rhythm."

All the teammates complained that there was not much movement in the halftime, and many long passes and fast breaks could not be used.

In short, it means less.

Li Yue thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get used to you one last time."

Seeing that he agreed, the teammates stopped complaining, Wharton walked to the bottom line with his whistle in his mouth, and took the initiative to act as a referee.

Considering that this is not even training, and without too many rules, Li Yue directly catches the ball in the center circle and slowly advances to the left.

Bazemore raised a human wall from the left wing to block Iguodala. Li Yue raised his hand and scanned the half court, and found that Jokic was behind Gobert on the left waist and had a large area of ​​available space. Raise your hand and throw a long pass.

At the moment of the basketball shot, Bazemore turned and cut inside, and Li Yue turned and shifted to the right.

Both of them are the most basic tactical running positions, the purpose is to open up space, but Jokic took off with a slight step, holding the basketball with his right hand in the air, and swung it to the middle. The basketball fell straight in front of Bazemore. At the same time avoid the Marshall contraction double-team.

Bazemore subconsciously caught the ball in his hands, facing Gobert who wanted to defend but was too late, bent his knees to kick off, gliding in the air, and dunked with one hand!
"Damn, there's something about this pass!" Li Yue sighed in his heart, "The awareness and timing are almost perfect."

(End of this chapter)