Chapter 52: My Name Is Frank

Accompanied by Bill Duffy, Li Shihao and Adidas signed an endorsement contract, and the Adidas signator shook hands with Li Shihao with a smile and said: "Bruce, your first sneaker is already in the process of design, and it is expected to be finalized after the All-Star Game, you can go to our design company in New York to see it, may we have a happy cooperation!" ”

Li Shihao nodded and said with a smile: "Happy cooperation!" ”

After the sneaker contract was signed, Li Shihao temporarily settled a matter of concern, and soon after, he will also have his own signed sneakers, which is undoubtedly the most important recognition of the player.

At this moment, far away in the Timberwolves coach's office in Minnesota, a middle-aged man knocked on McHale's office.

"Please come in!" McHale is reviewing the most recent team report.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked in, his smooth forehead shining brightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up exuding a smile that could not be hidden.

"Hello, Mr. McHale, I'm Frank Vogel!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, friendly and gentle, with a strong New Jersey accent in his mouth.

McHale shook his hand with a smile and said, "Hello, nice to meet you, did you agree to my invitation?" ”

Frank Vogel nodded, waved his hand and said, "Yes, I agreed to the invitation, and I'm glad you were able to invite me to be the head coach of the team, but I wonder how you know about me?" ”

McHale pondered for a moment, then pulled a letter out of the drawer, handed it to Frank Vogel, and beckoned him to open it to take a look.

Frank Vogel suppressed his doubts and took the letter.

The postmark on the envelope was still a little brightly colored, the letter was from Kentucky, and when opened, there was a densely written piece of stationery.

[Dear Mike,

It's been a long time, are you okay?

I know I've been struggling with the Timberwolves' head coach position lately, and the Timberwolves' record has improved since the start of the new season, and I've heard that owner Glenn Taylor is interested in bringing you back to the role of general manager of the team, and you need to hire a new head coach to coach your team.

We've known each other for many years, and I'd like to recommend you a young head coach who was very young, and when I was head coach in Boston, he was my head of video coordination, but it doesn't matter.

I see a lot of potential in this lad and he has the talent to do that and he's going to be a great manager.

…………

He became an assistant coach in Boston five years later, you know, it's incredible, I was out of Boston at that time, and I couldn't help this great lad, he did it all on his own.

This is a talented young coach who is very aggressive, he left Boston after '04 and spent a year as an assistant coach with the Philadelphia 76ers, and now he's in Indiana, working with O'Brien.

…………

You know my temperament, I don't like referrals, I don't like young people, but this lad is really good.

From an obscure college student to an assistant coach on an NBA team, you know, it's an inspirational story that could go down a day and a night, but I'm not good at that.

What's even more funny is that this young man is a medical student, and he actually changed his career to basketball to compete with us for jobs?

…………

He's done menial jobs, like smashing and moving goods, he's also been a scout, and as for the head of video coordination, does that thing have anything to do with basketball?

He's a coach with a passion for basketball, you can try to hire him as a head coach and he'll surprise you.

I wish you good health and a good career!

Your sincere friend Rick Pitino]

Frank Vogel clutched the letter, his eyes reddened, he had always faced everything with a sunny and optimistic image, but now he lost his temper.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McHale, I'm a little out of shape."

"It's okay, I understand how you feel, young man, I sincerely hope you will join us and become a part of Minnesota!" McHale said with a smile.

Frank Vogel reached out and held the crown of his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief that after all these years, he was finally able to become a head coach and fulfill his dream.

Who remembers that when he was just a prep student in medical school, playing in a minor league and playing all the way to his senior year, who knew about him?

WhoamI？

This question echoed in his mind countless times in the night, but all he got was a dead silence and a foggy future that even he could see.

That year, he packed a few belongings, threw the 1989 Dodge in one hand, and drove the rotten car all the way from New Jersey to Lexington, Kentucky.

When he was unfamiliar with life, he felt a sense of estrangement and distance.

He went from picking up towels to washing clothes, he went from a video cutter to an assistant coach in the NBA, all of which were buried in his heart, experienced it, accumulated in his heart, and became the driving force for him to move forward today.

Frank Vogel calmed down and said with a smile on his lips: "McHale, thank you for giving me this opportunity, I will try to bring the Timberwolves back to glory!" ”

McHale smiled slightly and nodded, Brilliant? Perhaps, it will take time to prove all this, but he is willing to believe this young man, he has a lot of momentum!

Frank Vogel closed his eyes, and his mind was reminded of another young figure of struggle.

In Syracuse, New York, 2005, a young figure shuttles through the stadium, the cold morning dew has not yet dissipated, flowing on the branches and leaves of the bushes beside the road, shining in the warm morning sun.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

A middle-aged man in casual clothes stood quietly outside the court, looking at the quiet court, and the young figure was sweating alone.

He muttered, "Not enough, not enough, you can hurry up, faster!" ”

The middle-aged man held a thick notebook in his hand, recording every training of the teenager, detailed and complicated.

didn't notice that the boy had already finished training and came to him, his eyes full of vigilance: "Hey, who are you?" Why are you standing here watching me practice? ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, smiled and pointed to the thick notebook in his hand, and said, "Young man, I'm helping you record your training points, your progress is amazing!" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't care about this, I want to know who you are, why are you here to watch me practice?" The young man's face was not good, and his tone was tinged with a hint of hostility.

The middle-aged man touched his shiny forehead and said embarrassedly, "Me? My name is Frank! The words are natural and generous, and the expression is full of confidence.

Why did he feel so good about himself when he said this? Did he think he was Ferguson?

(The first snow in Hangzhou, it's beautiful, the second chapter is here tonight, I hope you like this head coach~)