After the opening ceremony in the morning, the children will be divided into different teams in the afternoon under the leadership of volunteers, and it is not easy to train more than 30 children before the camp officially starts tomorrow, especially in such a small gymnasium.

Ayatollah Khomeenes is one of the most popular among children, she is warm, pretty, and her red hair looks bright and dazzling in some old stadiums. The children's parents have left, some of the pesky little ones have begun to wild on the wooden floor like wild horses on the loose, and some well-behaved children have just been running around with curiosity.

Ayatollah Khomeenez, along with a handful of other volunteers, carried the children together like chickens, divided them into groups, and waited for Auerbach to lecture them.

Before the official start of each training camp, Auerbach will have a good chat with the children for a long time, this harsh old man is very tolerant of the children, he will tell a bunch of stories to these children with basketball dreams, in less than an hour, no matter how wild and untamable little hairy children, will be led by the bishop to obey, so that tomorrow's training can be carried out well.

However, the volunteers waited in the stadium with the children for two hours, and after seeing Auerbach, Pitino and Leon enter the office at the end of the ceremony, the three of them never came out.

Danny Augie and Maxwell sat in the stands and chatted, from Angie playing baseball to Maxwell commenting on the game, from Maxwell being traded in 1985 to Angie being fired by the Suns this year, there was nothing new to talk about in the end, and Auerbach still didn't come out.

By this time, the children had already become impatient, and one by one they began to get restless again, running from place to place, and Khomeinith had to run to Angie and Maxwell, hoping that they would both go in and warn Auerbach to let him come out quickly.

"It's impossible, I don't dare disturb Redhead while he's busy, he'll break my head with a cane and kick me out of the gym!" Maxwell looked at Holmenes and spread his hands, and said helplessly.

Although Maxwell's words were meant to be joking, the fear of Auerbach in his heart was real, so the joke was a joke, and after saying this, Maxwell really didn't dare to get up to greet Auerbach, but turned his head to look at Danny Angie.

Angie had a closer relationship with Auerbach than Maxwell, but Angie shook his head, he also didn't want to touch the Bishop's head. Especially Angie knew that Auerbach was going to give Pitino some color in the office, and until now he didn't come out to say that maybe there was some dispute between the two sides, so Auerbach was likely to be on fire, and Angie was even more afraid to go.

Khomeenez, looking at the two of them staring at each other with indifference, stomped her foot angrily, turned around and ran towards the office of the arena, and without caring about the courtesy, she clenched her fists and slammed on the office door.

After just two knocks, the door squeaked open, but Khomeenes's fist did not stop, and smashed it directly.

Holmenez felt her hand suddenly being held tightly by a large hand, and she looked up to see that it was Fox Leon, who was staring at her with a blank face. Seeing Leon's eyes, Khasomenes felt a heat on her face, and hurriedly withdrew her hand from Leon's hand, and for a moment she forgot what she came to knock on.

Leon knew why Khomeenes had knocked on the door, and before Khomemenes could speak, he said, "Mr. Auerbach is coming." ”

Sure enough, Auerbach and Pitino walked out right behind, Auerbach looked relaxed, and the cigar he was holding in his mouth had been neatly cut off with a cigar cutter and carefully stored in the humidor; And Pitino looked solemn, and at the same time there was a hint of trance.

"The red head wins." Danny Angie knew from the faces on the faces of the two that Auerbach had won another meeting between Auerbach and Pitino, and it looked like his return to Celtic management would not be too far off.

Angie knows that if Auerbach can return to Celtics management, it means that Danny Ainge is likely to be re-employed with the Celtics, and Danny Ainge, who was originally the head coach of the Suns this season, ended up leaving at the end of the season because of a feud with the team's number one star Jason Kidd, and is now in a state of employment, otherwise he would not have had time to run to Auerbach's children's basketball camp.

It's just that Angie doesn't know why Auerbach let the dark-haired cleaner go into the office with him, what his relationship with Pitino is, and what role he plays in Auerbach's battle with Pitino for two hours.

Maxwell was much simpler than Angie's ghostly mind, and he had stepped out of the stands and stepped over to the children, ready to mingle with Auerbach, which was what he was good at.

Soon, everything was back on track, and Auerbach dropped his old cigarette gun in front of the children, put down his iron-blooded, rough gesture, and became mild and amiable, and he changed out of his old-fashioned black gown and replaced it with a light white casual shirt, a pair of wide-leg pants, and a pair of white sneakers. Such an outfit makes Auerbach, who is in his eighties, look energetic.

Order in the arena was quickly established, and Auerbach was clearly an experienced old shepherd compared to the volunteers who were as busy catching chickens, and a few simple actions, a few simple words, and a simple game attracted the children's attention, and the children suddenly quieted down and sat around Auerbach, like a little grandson listening to his grandfather's story.

At this time, Leon sat down in a corner of the stand, watching Auerbach as the child king, while reminiscing about what the old man had said to him three minutes earlier.

"If I get the chance to come back to my place, I want you to come with me."

This is what Auerbach said to Leon when everything was over, simple and direct, this old man's style of action and language is very much to Leon's appetite, they are all cheerful people.

Leon didn't quite understand what Auerbach meant, as he didn't understand the complex changes that Celtic have undergone in recent years, as well as the team's internal situation. It's just that he knows that if he follows Auerbach, he will undoubtedly have a job related to basketball.

Basketball.

Leon never thought he would have anything to do with this thing, let alone engage in related work, a sport, a game.

Leon can't think of the memories of his past life, except for the drunkenness before the crossing, his name, and some simple information about himself.

But one thing Leon can be sure of is that the former self was a person who had no connection with sports, God gave him a smart mind, and he would not give him a strong physique, basketball, or any kind of sports, had nothing to do with him in his previous life.

In this body, although Fox Leon is a boxer, he is only forced by life to embark on this pathetic path, boxing is not the slightest love for Leon, and it only brings Leon injuries, deception and the trampling of dignity.

Leon looked at his hand, which still had a layer of calluses, and if a careful person stared at Leon for a while, he would notice that his nose was slightly crooked, and there was a slight scar on the corner of his right eye, which were all marks left by boxing.

Leon looked at Auerbach and the group again, and now they each had a basketball in their hands, and the volunteer dragged the small blackboard from the office and placed it in the middle of the court, and Auerbach began to scribble on the blackboard with chalk, and he was giving the children their first basketball theory lesson: what is basketball.

"What is basketball, kids?" Auerbach asked, pausing to look at the children, who stared at him with wide eyes, looking left and right at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry kids, I don't know. For different people, this little leather ball has different meanings, such as the way of exercising, the tool for eating, the leisure game or the boring pastime. When you grow up, everyone will have their own answer, about basketball. But now I want to tell you that basketball is my life, to me. Auerbach said, licking his lips.

An old man with gray hair on his head began to teach his basketball life to a group of boys with childish faces, maybe many things Auerbach said that children can't understand at all, and some things they may not remember, but the meaning of basketball in their hearts must be completely different from the original, and a seed is also planted in their hearts.

Auerbach is like an evangelist, preaching basketball with plain language and vivid stories.

"Hey! What were you doing in there? I don't know when Khomeenez sat down next to Leon and asked curiously.

Interrupted by his thoughts, Leon turned his head to look at Holmenez, and this time Holmenes did not shyly lower his head, but stared straight at Leon, not afraid of his eyes like the depths of the sea.

"In it I proved to Mr. Pitino that there is a God in this world." Leon replied.

Holmenez didn't know if Leon was joking or serious, and she wanted to ask again, but Leon made a silent gesture with his hand and turned away from her. Like the children, he continued to listen carefully to Auerbach's stories.

After a while, this time it was Leon's turn to ask Khomemenis a question, and he turned to Khomemenes and said, "Tell me, why do you like basketball?" Is it really that much fun? ”

Khomeenes rolled her eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, it's fun, it's fun, it can make you happy, it can make you sad, it can make you satisfied, and it can make you disappointed." Drives you crazy for it, makes you endure it. If you fall in love with it, you won't be alone until you're eighty. ”

Leon nodded when he heard this, and responded, "I hope what you said is right." ”