When the blackberry alarm clock jingles, which is already about to become an antique, rings, the sky in Dallas is just getting a little white.

As soon as the alarm clock rang, it was gently stopped by a large hand that had been stained with the marks of time.

Carlisle straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed, and slammed open his young, big, attentive eyes to drive away the last remaining drowsiness.

It's been a long time since I've gotten up so early!

Glancing at his wife, Donna, who was lying on the bed, she felt a slight noise in her sleep, and turned her head to change positions.

Carlisle walked lightly on the wooden floor, trying to keep the volume he was making so as not to disturb his wife, who was as old as herself.

"Old fellow, run out as fast as you can, your sneaky and thief-like actions make me even more unable to sleep."

Donna's voice came from behind Carlisle, and Coach Kim, who looked like a big star Gentry, immediately straightened up and walked out of the bedroom with the tracksuit and two sneakers that his wife had put on the hanger in advance last night.

Before going out, Carlisle walked to the door of his 11-year-old daughter Abby's room, gently pushed the door open, and the bedside light was on, and it was estimated that the little guy had not turned off the light all night.

Carlisle walked to the head of the bed, gently turned off the light, and slept in the dark so that he could get a good rest.

Walking to the door of the room, Carlisle looked at Abby, who was still asleep, and then gently closed the door.

The streets of Dallas were still very empty, and rush hour wouldn't arrive until an hour later, so Carlisle was in a teenage frenzy and drove his car as fast as he could.

It's a pity that this real pilot is now only holding the steering wheel of a car in his hands.

Parking the car in the Dallas Mavericks Club staff parking lot outside the American Airlines arena, Carlisle couldn't get enough of pushing open the plane door, it's been a long time since he had flown so freely.

After all, the players' daily training also starts at around 9 o'clock in the morning, and as a coach, he naturally won't arrive very early.

The players didn't come, who did he come early to train, although now he can indeed shoot a few shots from beyond the three-point line, but his old arms and legs really can't stand the toss.

"Rick! Morning! ”

As soon as Carlisle got out of the car, he heard a greeting voice coming from Assistant Coach Sam Gold, who arrived at the parking lot almost at the same time as Carlisle.

This is not surprising, and it is not a coincidence.

Before leaving the American Airlines Center yesterday, the two had agreed to arrive at the arena at this time today.

Carlisle insisted on getting here at this time, and then brought in Sam Gold, the main player development assistant coach, after all, he will be mainly responsible for Chen Zhi's daily training in the future, and it is best to be here with him.

It seems that both of them have a good sense of time, and they arrive on time not sooner or later.

"Oh, good morning!" Carlisle responded, "You're punctual! ”

After saying that, Carlisle felt strange, as if he had met God early in the morning.

But whoever made the guy in front of him name God· Shammgod！

After saying hello and locking the car door, the two walked side by side from the parking lot to the training hall.

"It's a little early, young people now, it's not like it used to be, if you want to educate that undrafted draft, you can tell him the story of the black mamba, ask him if he's seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m., I think he'll understand!"

Sam Gauder was still a little hesitant that Carlisle had let him appear in the arena so early, and even though he had already appeared, he couldn't help but complain a little.

As Carlisle walked, he touched his already somewhat white head.

'When I tell people that I'm at the training ground at 6:30 a.m., I wish I was actually at the training ground at that time, and if I can't do it myself, how can I ask others to do it.

"Hey, Rick, you have to know that this is not your Celtics playing days, you're the head coach of the team, and you have the right to ask a rookie to come to the training court early."

Seeing that Carlisle spread his hands and seemed to disagree with his words, Sam Gauder continued: "Rick, I didn't want to say this, but with all due respect, you have really entered the ranks of old men, not only by the standards of players, but by ordinary people! ”

"Perhaps!" Carlisle said disapprerovingly, "But for these players who are new to the NBA, it's always right to help them develop good habits, and actions speak louder than words." ”

"Okay!" Sam Gauder said helplessly, "Anyway, after these two days, I will still arrive early every day, and you will start sleeping at home again." ”

"As you just said, I'm already an old man, and you, as an ordinary person, are in the prime of life! You should be lucky that I'm not my age. Carlisle laughed.

"What are you going to do after you see Chen? Did you just tell him that you showed up at the arena at half past six today? Sam Gauder wondered.

Carlisle raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "I'll tell him, Chen, you're coming later than me, an old man!" I think after three days at most, he'll understand what I mean. ”

"Hmph, the old guys just have a lot of tricks! If I were the head coach, I would say, Chen Dao, you have to come to the stadium at half past six every morning from now on! Gao De instantly turned into the head coach, and said incomparably bullish.

"Ha, you have your way of doing things, I have my way of working. Maybe when you become the manager of a certain team, you can do it according to your style. But I hope you don't have those stingy players on your team, or you're probably going to have to get ready to leave. ”

Carlisle laughed, but did not directly dismiss Gaode's hope. If you think about how many head coaches have been fired because of their "big cousin" DeMarcus, you know that ordinary coaches are not worth mentioning in the eyes of most team owners compared to core players.

"Hey, good morning, Knowlton!" Sam Gauder greeted the security guard on duty at the entrance of the arena.

"Good morning, Coach Carlisle, Coach Sam Gold!"

The obese black security guard greeted the two with his already out of shape belly, and he usually called the boss Cuban Mark, but for coaches, he was still used to adding titles to the end, as if coaches were similar to teachers and had a special status.

"Everyone is so early today, have you agreed?" Norton, who usually doesn't say much after greeting, asked curiously.

"That's right!" Carlisle replied casually.

"No, I was forced here by this old fellow." Sam Gauder joked.

Knowlton smiled when he heard this, "Oh, I see! I said how could Mr. Draft Fail be so early, and now that it makes sense, he must be forced just like you. ”

"Who are you talking about? Mr. Draft? Carlisle was stunned.

"Everyone calls him that in private now!"

Seeing Carlisle's expression suddenly became very serious, Knowlton said a little overwhelmed, is this title inappropriate? But the stadium staff really called him that, not that he screamed casually!

"You mean, Chen Zhi has already arrived at the arena?" Carlisle asked again in surprise.

Knowlton blinked, "Brace, knife or god, Dao, I don't know, anyway, that Huaxia player has already arrived here!" ”