In any case, smashing rebounds is a big thing for the basketball world, even in the eyes of basketball fans in the United States who have been nourished by various slam dunk highlights, this is also a lucky thing that has not been encountered in ten years, let alone in a ball market like China, where the basketball industry is not up to and violent centers are extremely scarce.

After the game, I was completely surrounded by Chinese fans and reporters, and after I patiently answered their countless questions and took countless photos with them, I left the court under the escort of the security personnel arranged by the Chinese Basketball Association, went to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, and then went to the press conference.

At the press conference, the reporters asked a few questions about my buckle in the game just now, but they quickly shifted the focus of the topic to Yao Ming, as a little giant carrying the hope of Chinese basketball take-off, of course, he did not let become the protagonist of the press conference, although he was still far away in Washington, and did not appear at the press conference.

I was expecting some Chinese media to be very self-respecting and ask questions about who is stronger between me and Yao Ming, and I was ready to praise Yao Ming, but the Chinese reporters were self-aware of the fact that I was smashing the rebounds very violently and removed the question from their question directory and replaced it with a question like "how far will Yao Ming go as a representative of a technical center?"

We had already come up with a standard answer to this kind of question, and even the team doctor who accompanied the Wizards was told how to answer such a question. After my detailed, well-documented compliments. The reporters finally left satisfied.

The reporters left satisfied, but my heart was still full of anger. Of course, the anger in my heart is not because of the Chinese fans, the Chinese journalists, my anger is completely because of Bill. Ranbir. This old guy changed the lineup without giving me any notice tonight, and kept making fun of me during the game, compressing my playing time to 1 minute and 28 seconds, making me the target of ridicule from my teammates and losing face.

The team rushed back to the hotel. I went back to my room. After about half an hour of silence, estimating that the other players living on the same floor were almost all about to do, I walked out of the room and stood on Bill. In front of Ranbill's house.

Bill. The door to Ranbier's room was not closed, but hidden. I'm not sure about Bill. I peeked through the crack in the door to see if the old bastard was inside, and the room was pitch black. There were no lights on inside at all.

What's going on? Could it be that Bill. Ranbir is out? But if he goes out, how can he not close the door?

With suspicion in my stomach, I gently pushed open the door, walked into the room, and called softly, "Bill? ”

"Bill, are you there?"

"Bill ......"

Suddenly, the lights in the room turned on, and the whole room jumped from dark to light. There was no excess, this huge jump made my eyes unacceptable at once, and reflexively, I closed my eyes.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time......" An old treacherous voice rang out in a room full of fantasy.

It's Bill. Ranbir's voice!

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Bill. Ranbir was lying on a chaise longue on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand. In his right hand, he held a very high-end looking Cuban cigar with a look on his face that I knew you would come.

"What the hell are you doing? Bill ...... "I'm Bill. Ranbir's coy attitude suddenly felt a wave of dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Hehe......" Bill. Ranbir smiled, then put the glass to his lips with his left hand, raised his neck, and swallowed most of the blood-red liquid in one fell swoop.

It's really a bit of a tyrannical thing! If it was a master taster here, it is estimated that he would definitely scold Bill severely. Ranbir smacked.

"Not only do I know you're coming tonight, I know what you're doing here tonight! Believe it or not? "Bill. Ranbir had a look of underwhelming on his face.

"Three-year-olds on the street know what I'm looking for you tonight! Do you still believe it or not? Do you think you are Zhuge Liang? Think you're at a loss?! I said angrily.

"Zhuge Liang?" Bill. Ranbir obviously didn't have any impression of the phrase "Zhuge Liang", and he was looking forward to me being able to give him some answers.

"Forget it! You don't understand it! Tell me what happened tonight! "I don't bother to give it to Bill. Ranbir, the old bastard, is talking about historical figures, and I'm straight to the point.

Bill. Ranbir took a puff of his cigarette and then used his unsexy lips to exhale the smoke that had been inhaled into his lungs, spitting out a beautiful smoke ring. The smoke rings are gone, Bill. Ranbier said with an unfathomable look:

"Are you asking me why I didn't make the pre-agreed line-up? Or did I only give you 1 minute and 28 seconds of playing time? ”

"Yes, but of course I want to ask you what's going on tonight? If it weren't for the sake of protecting your face as a head coach, I really wanted to give you a few punches! I said viciously.

Bill. Ranbir took another hard puff of his cigarette, then slammed the remaining cigar in the ashtray, looked up, looked at me, and said with a serious face: "Kwamei, what is the most important thing for a team to succeed?" ”

I was slightly stunned. Ranbir was a little surprised to ask this question, wondering why he was asking it, knowing that there was no standard answer to this question, just as there were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

"Hard training! Positive, tenacious and enterprising spirit! I hesitated to say what I had in mind.

Bill. Ranbir folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, looked at me with a serious look on his face, and said, "Kind of reason. But in my opinion, this is only the basic condition for success. Because every player standing on the NBA court is not lacking in these two things, even if you are very customer, very tenacious, and can fight, but in this league you will definitely be able to find players who are harder, more tenacious, and more hardworking than you. And there is only one successful team every year. So why you? ”

"What do you think?" I asked subconsciously.

"I think we need to add something to the hard work, the positive, tenacious fighting spirit?" Bill. Ranbir smiled slightly.

"Add what?" I asked with a frown, and I felt as if I had fallen into Bill. Ranbir set a trap for me.

"Pleasant atmosphere!" Bill. Ranbir leaned forward, a smile on his face that was incomprehensible.

"Pleasant vibes?" I asked, surprised.

"That's right! It's just a pleasant atmosphere! Make them feel like they're having fun playing! Make them feel happy to play together, and make them feel happy chasing honor together! In this way, they will train harder in order to win, and they will be more willing to work harder and fight tenaciously in the competition. It will be more selfless ...... in the game."

Bill. Ranbir seemed right, at least what he said convinced me, but does that have a fucking penny to do with what happened tonight? I frowned and said, "Don't go far! Does this have anything to do with today's events? ”

Bill. Ranbill pulled out another cigar from the cigar box on the coffee table, picked up the lighter, lit it, and took a leisurely puff. Then he said to me as if I didn't know what you didn't know, "Don't you think you've changed recently?" ”

"Change? What's changing? I asked, surprised!

"Don't you think you're a little distant? Even Chauncey. Billups and Larry. Hughes, aren't you too afraid to joke with you? "Bill. Ranbir took a puff of his cigarette and said slowly.

I was stunned! My brain was desperately recalling some recent events, recalling the relationship with my teammates before I became general manager and after I became general manager. Now that I'm the general manager, my teammates and I don't seem to joke much anymore.

"You're completely specialized now. Take this time you don't share a room with your teammates. You're in a room alone and enjoying the benefits of being a general manager, but doing so will create more and more estrangement between you and your teammates, and this estrangement will grow more and more over time......"

"This ......," I muttered.

"No matter how hard you train, no matter how hard you work on the field, there is a gap between you and your teammates, they will feel uncomfortable with you, they will feel uncomfortable playing with you, they will be uncomfortable chasing glory with you, it will inevitably affect your cooperation on the field, you will make more and more mistakes in the cooperation between each other, more and more fluid, and you will be further and further away from that O'Brien Cup." Bill. Ranbir looked serious.

My brow furrowed tightly as I was furrowed by Bill. Ranbir was completely convinced, but I still didn't agree with his joke, and I continued to emphatically say, "I'll pay attention to this aspect of things!" I won't be special in the future, but you can't make fun of me today? You just tell me no? ”

Bill. Ranbir smiled, smiled a little exaggeratedly and said, "Kwame, you are very smart, why haven't you even seen through the essence of the incident?" ”

"The essence? What is the essence? I asked, surprised.

"The essence is not whether you enjoy the treatment of the general manager, but the position of the general manager in you, and it is the position of the general manager that makes your teammates fearful!"

"Fear?"

"Yes! It's fear! The position of general manager holds their power of life and death, which must make them afraid of your appearance, and they will involuntarily alienate you! "Bill. Ranbir said with a firm face.

"That ......" I couldn't take in the sudden message, and I muttered, "Then what should I do?" ”

"There's only one way—" Bill. Ranbir took a puff of his cigarette, threw up his head and spat out a smoke ring, and then said slowly: "Mingle with them, so that they can make fun of you and watch your troubles......"

"Oh......"

I was taken by Bill. Ranbir convinced......

ps: I've had diarrhea in the last two days, I'm sorry, I'm late

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