Stephenson waited at the police station until half past six in the afternoon before finally getting his "emergency contact" Henson. Joe. Henson didn't have the time to delay the team's training because of Stephenson's, so he didn't hesitate to ask Carter to send him over after he had led the team to practice.

In the taxi, Carter kept asking Henson what was going on. It's only the first day of preseason training camp for the new season, and the Pacers are out of the way.

But Henson couldn't answer Carter, because even he didn't know what the hell Stephenson was up to.

"Henson. Joe, Coach, we've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

As soon as Henson entered the bureau, an old police officer who had been reading the newspaper in the hall greeted him. Henson is now a well-known figure in Indianapolis, after all, there is no such thing as a team change of coach, and no one in a basketball city like Indianapolis does not know. And Henson's photograph has also been a frequent feature on the front pages of major local newspapers in the past few months.

"I'm Hader. Miller, that's exactly what I called you this morning. We agreed that Coach Henson ......" Officer Miller sighed as he looked at Henson, "you shouldn't have brought this bastard to Indianapolis in the first place." ”

When Henson met Lance, he was locked behind an oppressive iron fence. There are two things that Henson finds very incredible this year. The first is that he never dreamed that he would receive an astronomical salary of $11 million. The second is that he never imagined that he would see his players behind the iron fence.

When Stephenson saw Henson, he smiled happily. But when he saw Henson's gloomy face, Lance lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake.

"Coach, I handed him over to you. Lance, you're an adult too, let Coach Henson worry less. Officer Miller opened the cage door, and he looked at Henson pitifully, but Henson ignored him.

"Thank you, Officer Miller." Henson just nodded at the gray-haired Miller and walked straight out.

Stephenson followed Henson, and the two strolled down the streets of Indianapolis without saying a word. Originally, Stephenson thought that Henson would scold him, but unexpectedly, Henson didn't say a word at all from seeing him to the present.

This makes Stephenson even more uncomfortable, he is like that, sometimes you scold him, he will feel better, because that means he hasn't been given up yet. But Henson ignored him completely, which made Stephenson a little embarrassed.

"The guy in the nightclub called me a piece of crap who was only a street performer, and he said my mom should have strangled me when I was born. So...... I pushed him down the stairs. I didn't know he was going to fall so badly, I swear, I didn't mean to. Stephenson couldn't stand the silence anymore and was the first to explain.

Henson, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped, but not because he wanted to talk to Stephenson, but because old Carter's rental had arrived.

Once in the car, Carter kept looking at Henson and Lance through the rearview mirror. Yet, as when he was on the street, Henson didn't say a word.

"I swear I'll never do this again, and if I get into trouble again, you're going to put me on the cold bench, let me go, or send me straight back to Harlem...... But please don't give up on me now, I haven't started pre-season yet, I can't just go back. ”

In fact, Stephenson also knew that what he was doing was not a good thing. This, and Dennis. Rodman and other "world-famous" thorns are a little different. If Rodman had encountered this situation, he would have jumped out of the car a long time ago. Then stand up and pat the ashes on your body, and continue to go to the nightclub tonight. Because in his bones, Rodman didn't think he was wrong to do those things.

But that's not the case with Stephenson, who knows better than anyone what he should and shouldn't do. It's just that sometimes, this guy can't control his anger.

But even though Stephenson had apologized sincerely, Henson still ignored him. When Carter drove to Stephenson's quarters, Henson finally said, "Get out of the car, Lance." ”

Stephenson got out of the car and watched the cab's taillights disappear into the night. In the car, Carter Sr. was a little worried, because even he had never seen Henson so serious.

"I think that kid is actually quite sincere, Henson. You won't, you really have to send him back. I know this guy is a jerk, but I also know how good he is in Summer League. Even just looking through the rearview mirror, Carter could feel the horror of Henson's seriousness.

"I think he's sincere, too." Henson spread his hands and let go of his brow, as if he was not angry for a moment.

"Then why did you ignore him just now? Aren't you afraid that he will give up on himself in a fit of anger? ”

"If I ignore him, he won't be taught a lesson. Forgiving him easily will only make him make mistakes faster. Stephenson, his nature is hard to change. The only thing I can do is for him to learn to restrain himself. Ignoring him and making him feel indebted to me is just enough to make that kid settle for a while. Believe it or not, we'll see, tomorrow morning, Stephenson will definitely come and practice. After Henson finished speaking, he finally couldn't help but smile.

Is he angry? It's a little bit, after all, that Lance guy ruined what would have been a very good training day. But actually, Henson wasn't terribly angry. Because of this kind of thing, from the moment he chose Stephenson, he was already conscious.

Carter shook his head, Stephenson, this kid, has fallen into the hands of a coach who can control him.

Chess is high, chess is high.

The next day, Henson still arrived at the arena ten minutes before the start of training. By the time he showed up in the training gym, Stephenson's training vest was completely soaked.

"That guy, when did he come today?" Stephenson walked over to Vogel and asked in a whisper.

However, Vogel only shook his head in confusion, "I arrived at seven o'clock, but when I arrived, he was already practicing with Holiday and George. I almost thought I was hell, God, the infamous Lance. Stephenson, would he actually volunteer to get up early and practice? How did you do that? Henson, what did you say to him? ”

"Actually," Henson smiled, "I didn't say anything. ”

Frank. Vogel thought Henson was playing tricks, but what Henson said was the truth.

Finally, after the training officially began at half past eight, Henson gathered everyone to start arranging today's training tasks. Everyone's individual training is different, and since Henson's arrival, his training program has been fully unfolded, and the players' daily training is no longer boring and monolithic.

According to the style of play that Henson needs and the ability of the players, he will give different players different individual training content. In the afternoon, tactical drills and confrontational training were held.

In yesterday afternoon's confrontational practice, Henson has made it very clear that the Pacers' fast-paced, large-space, and stable defensive style is why Henson needs Eyre. Horford's cause.

He put Granger in the No. 4 position, and then traded for Horford, a short center who is not slow, just to speed up. And Hibbert's traditional heavy center is not difficult to use, it just doesn't fit Henson's system.

Since Henson now has a lot of outside offensive points and defensive elites at hand, appropriately reducing the height of the squad and increasing the pace is the most suitable style of play for this group of players.

Of course, for Henson's style of play, Frank. Vogel, a traditional-minded guy, couldn't accept it all for a while. He also discussed with Henson for a long time yesterday in the tactical meeting, but whether all this is suitable for the current Pacers team does not matter, but must be tested by the game.

Judging from yesterday's confrontational training, Henson's fast-paced, space-pulling style of play did work well. The team has more points of attack, and Granger is playing well in the No. 4 position.

Almost everyone has found the best position for them in the hands of Henson, the new coach. Now no one is going to force Holiday to focus all on the defensive end, and no one is going to force Granger to play unlimited.

That's why everyone is looking forward to the afternoon of confrontational training, because it's the most refreshing and effective time of the day.

“...... That's the plan for today, it's not much like yesterday. By the way, except for Reims. This afternoon, you continue to do catch-and-shoot drills, and there is no place for you in confrontational drills. ”

After Henson finished speaking, everyone turned their heads to look at Stephenson.

"Until the trainer is happy with your shooting consistency, you join the training rotation. Don't look at me like that, the only reason I didn't send you to the NBDL is because you have a bigger temper than anyone in the Development League, and I'm thinking about their safety! I don't want to hear complaints, but if you want to practice with the team early, get your damn shot right! That's it, let's get to work! ”

Henson clapped his hands, and everyone was busy under the guidance of the trainer.

Stephenson didn't complain much, just like Henson said to Carter yesterday, this kid felt ashamed of Henson, so he worked hard now.

"You do this...... I'm a little worried, Henson. Seeing that Henson was so strict with Lance, Vogel sweated. Vogel wouldn't be surprised if he threw out his training clothes and left the arena now because he was dissatisfied with his training plan.

"Don't worry, I didn't do it because I wanted to punish him. First, not allowing him to train with the team can have the effect of killing chickens and setting an example. With Lance's experience, the others should not dare to make any more moths. Second, Lance's shooting consistency is really poor, and if he goes straight to confrontational training right now, the poor shot selection and consistency will just mess up everything. Lance isn't something we have to worry about, we're going to worry about it now," Henson turned his head, the smile on his face disappearing, "The thing to worry about is whether we can achieve Bird's goal. ”

There was no trouble with the team, no trouble in the dressing room, no trouble with training. The only thing you need to focus on is the game! But isn't that the perfect form of a team?

Frank. Vogel glanced at Stephenson, who was honestly practicing catch-and-shoot shooting, the thorn who once made trouble in Harlem and was now as docile as a sheep. Others, then more obedient.

Vogel couldn't help but admire Henson, who showed great control over the players for the first time as a manager.

It's completely different from last season.......