From the conversation, Leon learned that Khamenez was one of the cheerleaders on the school's basketball team at Boston University, and today she was wearing the same sneakers as cheerleaders, so she was recognized by Leon.

Ayatollah Khomeenez is also a full-fledged basketball fan, a big fan of the Boston Celtics, which is why she gave up other more lucrative internships in the summer to volunteer at Auerbach's camp in Mashfield, where volunteers are either local students or basketball enthusiasts.

"You know, who will be coming to give a speech at the opening ceremony tomorrow morning?" Khomeenes asked mysteriously as she licked the remaining trace of ketchup from her fingers with her mouth while blinking her big playful eyes.

Leon didn't seem to care about this, he just shook his head lightly and said nothing, neither denying nor asking.

This made Khomemenes a little embarrassed, and few people were so cold to her questions, and their hearts were not only angry. She put away her exaggerated expression of anticipation and said lightly: "It's Rick Pitino, the coach of the Celtics, you know, he has always had a bad relationship with Red, many people say that he is not far from getting out, and now he is coming to the Bishop's training camp, maybe he wants to slow down the speed of death." ”

Boston University has a long history with Rick Pitino, where he started his career as an NCAA basketball coach, and from there he became a famous college basketball coach.

But back in Boston, where he wants to continue to be a successful NBA coach, is on a path of failure, and Auerbach may be his last straw if the old bishop is willing to come back and support him.

Leon doesn't know much about the Celtics head coach, the Boston Celtics have some of the most complex relationships in the league, and many Celtics fans talk about it, but Leon is not interested, he is interested in what work Auerbach will arrange for him to do in the afternoon.

After lunch, Khamenez returned to the volunteer team to continue her work, leaving Leon with a note with a cell phone number on it.

Leon glanced at it and threw the note away, he had kept her cell phone number firmly in his heart.

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By the afternoon, Leon found himself with nothing to do, and Auerbach spent the afternoon in the arena discussing things with Danny Angie, as if going back to the '60s in the gym and Bill Russell planning the future of the Celtics.

Leon had nothing to do, so he helped the volunteers, moving the tables, cleaning the inside of the arena, and in fact by the afternoon, there was not much work left, and everyone began to laze around, or chat, or play under the basket with the ball.

Maxwell had nothing to do all morning, he was a jovial, skilled and slick guy as a player, but of course he was traded away by Auerbach for his form and team building reasons, and the best period of his career came to an end.

Because of this, there is still a small gap between the two, Maxwell is still quite concerned about being traded, he loves the Boston Celtics very much, and even after retiring, he also worked as a radio commentator in Weston, Boston, and his main job is to explain the Celtics' games.

In the afternoon, Maxwell started playing on the chairless half court with the equally boring volunteers, he is now over 50 years old, but as one of the best basketball players on the planet, even after 20 years, he is invincible in such an amateur court, not to mention the honor he has won as the Most Valuable Player of the Finals.

The volunteers weren't all passers-by on the basketball court, with a black guy named Housean Bush who was the point guard of the high school varsity team, dribbling well, and who could rely on his speed and long-range shooting to score a few shots against Maxwell, who was too old to move his thighs and feet.

There was also a tall white man named Noah Mills, about 6-foot-5, very strong, a firefighter in Mashfield, a basketball enthusiast on weekdays, a former center on the varsity team, and could rely on his body to top Maxwell on the court.

What started out as a half-court battle slowly began to turn into a three-on-three game between Maxwell and a ninth-grader and a female volunteer who played pretty well against Bush and Mills plus another high school student who played well, with the others acting as spectators and cheerleaders.

Maxwell has absolute dominance on the court, his height, his skills and experience, and the unparalleled basketball sense that his eleven-year career brings, even with a girl and a child, he has played the other three big men.

Leon sat on the sidelines and watched the six men run, fight, and shoot on the court to throw a ball into the basket, not only remembering the memory of watching the game with his mother in Boston Garden Square, but also on the court, ten people, around a brown leather ball, fighting to get it into the basket.

Since his mother's death, Leon has never paid attention to the game of basketball, and he was not a basketball lover in his previous life, but since coming here, he always seems to have something to do with the game, such as when he was at MCI, the biggest hobby of prison inmates besides gambling was big balls. The black man Carlisle was a good street player, and although he was ruined by drugs, he was still very skilled.

Leon never plays, he is very strong, he has a sharp consciousness, he is a good material for an athlete, but his skills cannot be accumulated for a while, and this body is more used to practice boxing, this sport has little to do with basketball.

However, Leon, who is not on the court, can always guess the outcome of the game, and after watching for a few minutes, Leon can determine the strength of the two sides, and in this kind of amateur game where the strength and weakness are clear, the strong will hardly give the weak a chance.

Looking at the two sides of the lineup, Leon had already decided that the men's trio would not be the opponent of Maxwell's mixed group, and this cunning old guy not only had superb basketball skills, but also constantly used language to cheer up his teammates while teasing the other three people.

Where are the three little guys who are the opponents of the old oil, and they have been played around in terms of ball skills, and they have been abused mentally, especially the high school student who is okay with ball, a white and clean blonde young man, whose face has shown deep helplessness.

Obviously, he didn't really want to fight.

Maxwell didn't let him go, it was their turn to attack, he held the ball in front of the blonde boy, his eyes didn't have to be fixed on the floor at all, the ball seemed to be glued to his hands, the blonde boy stood in front of him with open arms and made a defensive gesture, but he knew that it was nothing at all.

Maxwell turned his back to the basket with a wide back, and the defender felt like a fly that had been swatted against the wall by a fly swatter, unable to move at all, Maxwell leaned on him and a half turn, facing the basket with an easy little hook hand, and hit a two-point shot.

"How about my turnaround hook? Abdul-Jabbar can't stop me! After the goal, Maxwell laughed and said, indeed, in the NBA, his half-turn small hook is extremely fast, dare to face the center head above him, and can score consecutive points.

The men's trio looked dejected, their morale was at rock bottom as they played together for the first time and were unmatched, with a former NBA player on the opposite side completely unstoppable.

At this time, Khomeenez, who had been watching the game from the sidelines, ran to Leon's side, poked him with his elbow and said, "Leon, why don't you go up and try it?" Looks like they need to be replaced. ”

Khamenez encouraged Leon to replace one of the men's trio, but Leon didn't know how to play basketball, and Khomeenez knew that there was a little disappointment in his eyes, Leon was tall and fit, with long hands and a wide back, and seemed to be a good material for basketball.

At this time, it was Maxwell's turn to serve and attack on the court, the ball was in the hands of the female volunteer who played well, she was ready to serve, and the men's trio stood lazily under the basket, two crossed waists and one knee, without the slightest fighting spirit, because the score on the court was already 9:1.

"Bag clip! Bag Clip Maxwell! Leon suddenly shouted from the sidelines, he really couldn't stand the dejected look of the men's trio, although he couldn't play, but he also learned some basic rules of basketball on the basketball court in prison.

As the so-called words wake up the dreamers, the men's trio is not a basketball rookie, they were intimidated by Maxwell's strong shock, and lost their fighting spirit for a while, Leon's shouting made them understand that it was the best choice to wrap Maxwell at this time.

Bush and Mills quickly came forward to surround Maxwell, and the blonde boy went to deal with the ninth-grade boy, and the female volunteer was a little nervous for a moment and couldn't serve the ball, she made a mistake and threw the ball into the blonde boy's hand.

"Chance, pass it in!" Leon shouted again as he had seen Mills run to the inside and Maxwell wasn't following and his legs were dead.

The blonde boy had a long hang, Mills received the ball and scored an easy layup, 9-2, and after six consecutive offensive failures, the men's trio finally scored.

"It's too slow......" Leon said, shaking his head at their cooperation.

In Leon's eyes, the six people on the field are too slow, except for Maxwell's occasional technical moves, everything else is undoubtedly revealed in Leon's eyes, such as Leon's eyes and small movements in her hands can guess who she is going to pass the ball to next.

At the same time, he also knows where the rebounding ball will fall, and the trajectory of basketball can be roughly summarized by observing it carefully a few times, so he will guide the men's trio to grab rebounds.

Maxwell began to be a little tired, after all, his most fatal weakness at the age of 50 was his physical strength and slow legs, and the constant clamping and running of the men's trio made his face no longer have the relaxed banter on his face at the beginning.

Auerbach and Danny Angie, who had been sitting in the stands to speak, were also drawn to the game, as they could always hear Leon's short and powerful command, and the effect of his command seemed to be immediate.

They put down the topic they were talking about and began to turn their attention to this basketball three-on-three, and Angie couldn't help but ask, "Who is this guy?" ”

Auerbach took a puff on his cigar and smiled, "A cleaner." ”