Chapter Seventy-Three: Press Conference
Li Ming wore a pullover hoodie to the post-game press conference.
As soon as he sat down, Guy was late, dressed in black clothes and black pants, and wearing a pair of sunglasses.
"Coach Hollins, this is the first time you've won at Staples since you coached the Grizzlies again, how do you feel?"
Hollins took a sip of water, "Actually, it's nothing, isn't everything in this world like this?" No one will be at the top of the mountain all the time, and in the same way, salted fish also have a turning day. "Again, it has raised the tone several notches.
Guy on the side tried his best not to laugh, but he couldn't help but secretly cover his mouth and turn his face to the side.
Li Ming counted, there were about 30 media and radio stations at the scene, Los Angeles is different, the influence of the international metropolis is really not covered, I heard that even the local college league can pour in 60,000 people in a game.
20,000 people in basketball is really not much...... Compared to baseball and football, it is really not on the same level.
"Excuse me, coach, Marc Gasol didn't play a minute in the last quarter, is it because of his foot injury?" A bearded man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and asked, and Li Ming caught a glimpse of the sign on his chest that read "Los Angeles Sports".
"Well, yes, I talked to Mark at the time, and he still felt a little tingling in his ankle, so I chose to let him rest off the field just to be on the safe side, after all, there's nothing more important than an athlete's career, you say?"
Hollins came up with a rhetorical question, which won a round of applause from the reporters present.
"Coach, you've been experimenting with a back three lately, so that the playing time of Tony Allen, who has been performing well, will be greatly reduced, will he not complain?"
"Hey, hey, which media are you?" Guy suddenly took off his glasses.
Well, yes, this guy is here to make trouble, isn't it provocative to ask such a question?
"First of all, I don't think your question is professional, as a professional basketball reporter, such a question is obviously not in line with the purpose of your magazine, if you have to rely on such a gimmick to win the attention of readers, I am really skeptical about the future development of your magazine." Hollins spoke slowly, but firmly.
"By the way, which newspaper are you from?" Finally, he paused and then asked.
"I'm from Sports Sky." The man replied.
"Oh, haven't heard of it, it's no wonder, it's not your problem." Beautiful, this counterattack is really no worse than the dunk after the ball was broken on the court, Old Man Hollins can, there is a hand, Li Ming on the side applauded silently in his heart.
"Alright, I'd like you to spend more time with our protagonists, I think you'll have more questions for them." Hollins pointed to the two disciples beside him.
He then got up and left, and several reporters guarding the door still grabbed him for an interview.
"Hi Rudy, I'm Aina, from the Los Angeles Daily, and I want to ask, what do you think of the team's small lineup right now?" A blonde beauty with a sweet voice asked.
"Opinion?" Guy touched his chin with the end of his right hand, but his eyes rested on the looming chest.
Li Ming coughed quietly twice beside him, signaling him to be more reserved.
"Yes, to put it simply, are you comfortable playing in the number four position? That means you're going to be fighting for more rebounds and defending taller and heavier players, doesn't that distract you on the offensive end? The beauty sparkled with big eyes.
"Oh, you say this, I'm OK, I'm a professional player, I can do whatever the coach tells me to do, and what position I play depends on what position the team needs me to play, I don't think there's any problem, besides, the most important thing is that I can play in any position, and I can play against any player." Guy put his sunglasses back on.
Wow grass, this forced pretend, a full score is no longer enough to describe his excellence, I think, the world, even the earth can't stop his excellence.
"Li Ming, hello, I'm Andrew from Sports Weekly, I want to interview you, can I?" The journalist was polite.
“Absolutely!!” Li Ming spread his hands and showed his trademark smile, which could be regarded as someone remembering him.
"Excuse me, is there anything you would like to say about your first start? Or is there a difference? ”
"Uh...... Actually, I didn't know until tonight that I was going to start, so it's not that big of a difference for me, I'm still running hard, I'm still passing the ball to my team-mates, I'm still being myself. Li Ming's answer was neither humble nor arrogant.
"I looked at your stats tonight, 19 points and 7 assists, which is a bit lower than what you did in Chicago against the Clippers. Or is it because there are fewer opportunities to shoot with the starters? A reporter on the side said coldly.
"The Lakers are a very talented team, and I've been doing my best on the defensive end tonight, and you know that you can't give a player like Kobe Bryant any space at all." This answer won the favor of the audience.
The reporter who asked him also felt a little embarrassed and sat down embarrassedly, "Well, yes, you are a very serious player. He found himself a staircase to go down.
On the other side of the scene, the Zen master did not attend the press conference at all, and only Kobe and Gasol went to the on-site press conference.
"Hi Kobe, meet again. Do you have anything to say about tonight's game? "The guy who came obviously had a good relationship with Kobe.
"Tonight, my teammates played well, everyone was focused, and they all strictly implemented the coach's plan, but I didn't play well, and I didn't make it in the last few consecutive rounds." Kobe Bryant took the pot of losing himself.
"In the last three minutes, you hit only one goal in seven shots, is it because of injury?" Obviously, the other party still wanted to find him under the stairs.
"Oh, no, no, no, it's not related to injuries, I'm a professional player, if I don't shoot, I don't shoot, it's my problem, I'll adjust to the next game, it's nothing, it's just a regular season." Bryant's eyes were determined.
"Paul, you had a good hand tonight, but in the end the team still lost, do you have anything to say?" A beautiful reporter from Oriental Sports Weekly asked.
"Why don't you ask him and not me?" Kobe Bryant grabbed the microphone and said. It seems that he is in a good mood, and it can be seen that he really has a good relationship with Gasol.
"It's really just a regular season game and you need time to adjust, and I think the next game will be better." Gasol's answer was very succinct.