Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 364 Maybe He Is A Poor Man

The Lakers' post-game press conference was very harmonious. Walton led Yuan Qingshan, Towns and Murray answered reporters' questions.

The reporters' questions focused on Walton's two-game changeup and Murray's stellar performance in Game [-].

A reporter asked Yuan Qingshan if he deliberately gave up the position of the master. Yuan Qingshan joked that he wanted to experience the feeling of being the scorer at the second position.

Of course the reporters knew this was a joke. The Thunder's No. [-] was Robertson, and the Grizzlies' No. [-] was Tony Allen. Did they deliberately match up with them to grab points?

Ghosts believe it.

"The team is training Murray in these two games, so, is Brogdon going to start next?"

A pretty blonde female reporter asks a question.

This question made Yuan Qingshan's eyes shine. He and Wharton had indeed discussed this before, but the team will not take Murray's starter, because Yuan Qingshan still wants him to compete for the best rookie. The number of starting games must be guaranteed, which can be added to the evaluation.

Walton moved the microphone over and replied: "We really want to let the rookies adapt to the game as soon as possible, but the starting lineup will not change for the time being. Murray played very well, we can't train at the expense of him."

The female reporter wrote down in her notebook that she felt that what the coach said made sense. Murray had shown considerable potential, while Brogdon only gave people a sense of stability. His offensive power was far from Murray's. Strong, it is more suitable to sit in the second team and serve as a commander.

"Reporters, do you have any questions?" Wharton glanced at the audience.

The female reporter just now suddenly raised her hand again: "But these two games are sacrificing Yuan Qingshan's data."

This question was rather acute, and some people in the audience began to discuss it in a low voice.

Wharton's face was unnatural. The reporter stated the facts, but this was proposed by Yuan Qingshan himself, not the original intention of the coaching staff.

Yuan Qingshan took the microphone and said: "The coach's arrangement is not wrong. It is really beneficial to the team. I have no opinion."

"Then what about your MVP?" The female reporter chased after her, looking anxious.

Yuan Qingshan was amused: "I didn't think about it that much. Helping the team win is the main task."

The other reporters looked at each other, thinking, maybe this young and beautiful female reporter is not a die-hard fan of Yuan Qingshan?

The press conference ended and everyone left.

Murray followed behind Yuan Qingshan and whispered, "I'm sorry, senior, I grew up too slowly."

Yuan Qingshan turned around and patted his head: "Fool, I was not as good as you when I first entered the league. You have already performed very well."

Wharton heard their conversation in front of them, but he didn't interrupt them. Instead, he smiled knowingly and pushed open the glass door of the arena.

The bus was already waiting outside, and Downs waved his hand in the car, and his mouth shape should be: Let's go!

The Grizzlies' press conference ended nearly an hour later than the Lakers'.

As long as the reporter asks a question, Thomas Jr. will chatter endlessly, regardless of whether the answer is correct or not.

He came with head coach Fizdale and Black Bear Randolph.

Gasol Jr. was supposed to come together, but after the game, he felt a bit swollen and painful in his left ankle, so he was taken by the team doctor to a clinic in the city center for an examination.

Randolph was very dissatisfied with Thomas Jr.'s lone wolf style, but he didn't attack because of Fizdale's face.

The reporter asked: "You lost to the Lakers tonight, did you not do a good job on defense, or did you not open your offense?"

"Is such that……"

As soon as Fizdale spoke, the microphone was snatched away by Little Thomas.

Thomas Jr. said with a serious face: "There must be something wrong with the offense! Apart from me, the team has no other firepower. I am very tired and I need the support of my teammates."

Fizdale and Randolph's faces darkened at the same time, these words are really blunt.

Randolph thought to himself, are you tired from working with iron?

"What kind of support, outside or inside?" asked another reporter.

Thomas Jr. replied: "Of course it's outside. Haven't you seen how the Warriors play? I can hit those ultra-long three-pointers like Curry, but I don't have Klay Thompson around me to contain the defense."

In just one sentence, all the guards of the Grizzlies were brought along.

The reporter asked: "But last season, the Grizzlies were still a strong inside team. After playing the regular season for more than a month, they are about to transform into the Warriors. Isn't it a bit abrupt?"

Fizdale thought to himself, no team with such strong insiders as Randolph and Gasol Jr. would play small-ball tactics rashly.

Thomas Jr. still didn't give the coach a chance to speak. He asked in surprise: "Sudden? You also said that last season was a strong inside team. Pay attention, it was last season! Since the uniform team brought me in during the offseason, it is to increase outside offense."

He paused and continued: "Small ball tactics, three-point tactics, this is the trend. No team can go against the trend, even if you have two O'Neals, not to mention that there is no such dominant insider in the league right now."

Randolph's face was about to turn green with anger, he clenched his fists and was about to go mad, Fizdale quickly pinched his thigh under the table: Zach, we must put the overall situation first!
In fact, the reporters don't care about the situation of this game anymore, they just wait to see when the three of the Grizzlies talk about it.

The bad-hearted reporter continued to ask: "Zach and Mark are recognized as strong traditional insiders in the league. They don't get the ball too much tonight, right?"

Randolph angrily turned his face away to stare at Thomas Jr., waiting to see his answer.

Thomas Jr. knocked on the table: "You also said, traditional insiders. Zach, don't blame me for speaking badly. In this league, there is no room for traditional insiders at all."

Bang, Randolph slammed the table, and the three bottles of Gardner on the table fell down.

"Let me tell you, before you came, we had never lost to a team like the Lakers!"

Randolph finally got angry. While venting, he also stabbed the Lakers incidentally.

"Tch!" Thomas Jr. smiled, "I watched the game you lost last year. After Kobe was locked up by Tony, the Lakers knocked you down with the two rookies Towns and Yuan Qingshan. This kind of thing can't happen to the Celtics."

Fizdale cleared his throat and corrected: "It's not you, it's us. Isaiah, you are already a member of the Grizzlies, and this is not Boston."

The bad-hearted reporters said in their hearts: It's comfortable, the weird atmosphere inside the Grizzlies can definitely be a big book.

Little Thomas suddenly became silent, and the three words "Boston" that Fizdale said suddenly brought back his memories.

Memories kill, little Thomas is autistic.

After all, he still cares about Anji selling himself!
Although Randolph kept a cold face all the time under the control of the coach, he finally didn't lose his temper.

The Grizzlies' press conference ended badly.

After the show, Randolph drove Fizdale home.

Little Thomas walked home along the streetlights alone.

He had just moved to Memphis and rented a house not far from the arena, so he walked back and forth.

"Coach, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten that kid to the ground!"

Randolph turned the steering wheel hard.

Fizdale glanced at the lonely figure of little Thomas in the rearview mirror.

With a sigh: "Maybe he is a poor man too!"

(End of this chapter)