Chapter 137: Yesterday Reappears (I)

On the bus back to the hotel, several little brothers once again gathered around Randolph, who had 22 points and 21 rebounds tonight, such ancient beast-like statistics are not common, and a rookie like Arthur must have to seize every opportunity to learn from it.

"Zach, look at my new headphones." This kid still understands what he likes, and he has a very future.

"What are you doing, look at my new protective gear." Bombset pulled out his new knee pads and began to sell them.

Since the trade between the Trail Blazers and Grizzlies, Bombsett has hardly been reused by Hollins, and has even been on the bench in some games, although he has a fierce defense, but his ability from beyond the three-point line is not very stable, and his footsteps under the basket are even more mediocre and lackluster.

It can be said that he is a typical representative of walking without spitting, and he obviously needs Randolph's teaching and needs to build up his confidence under the basket.

"How can you score 20 points in one night and still pick up 20 rebounds, why do you get pushed out every time I'm in a position, even if it's the kind of small guy like Millsap or Wallace tonight." Arthur tilted his head, looking eager to learn.

Big eyes sparkled and waited for Big Brother's answer.

"Oh, oh, Arthur, you know what? You need to develop again, the difference between you and Zack is that you don't have his little head, he's big, but he's small, so when he turns around, he has less resistance than you. Guy teased.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, his feints mainly come from above the neck, and his little head has become an advantage." Li Ming also agreed.

Yes, you think, it only takes 0.5 seconds for him to turn around, Arthur was teased by several people, which aroused his curiosity even more, and he looked like he couldn't give up without answers, which made everyone present laugh.

"Actually, it's nothing, my footsteps were practiced on the field when I was a child, I didn't have money at that time, I couldn't eat enough every day, and I had nowhere to go, my mother wouldn't let me fool around in the community, so I played basketball there every day." Randolph took a sip of the water he had at hand and put it down.

"At first, I was playing with kids who were a little bit older than me, I was about 12 years old, they were about 14, and then within two years I started playing with college students, and they would always come up and say, 'Hey, Zach, are you going to come with us?' Tears welled up in Zach's eyes, and it looked like one of the few happy childhood moments he had.

"I would always beat them in the low post until they shouted surrender, and then more and more people came to play for me, and even in high school, a lot of college coaches and scouts would come to the community to watch me play." Zach is grateful for the coach he met at that time, and yes, the coach in high school gave him a new lease of life.

Coach Pat Mullins in Indianapolis gave him a new lease of life and rekindled hope in life, even after he had made so many stupid mistakes.

"Once, I was in an argument with someone before a game, and I stole a gun and two hundred rounds of ammunition from a store, and oh buddy, you know, they're going to send you to jail for that, and you're probably going to be in there for ten, eight, or even longer, who knows." Randolph kept shaking his head.

"And what happened, what happened?" More players gathered around, and everyone was curious about the past of this big and simple man.

"Later, the owner of the store called the police, and I was arrested that night, and then the coach paid the deposit for me and brought me back, and I still remember that night, it was very cold and snowed a lot." Randolph's eyes welled up with tears.

"The coach didn't scold me, he just led me to a park bench and sat down, looked at me and said, "Zach, what do you want to do in the future?" Have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be? ”

"I calmly looked at the coach and said, 'No, coach.' He almost choked up.

At this time, Coach Mullins uttered the words that I still can't forget: Son, listen well, there are many black children like you living in this community, about 4,000 people in their teens and twenties, and only a few of them can go to college, about 60 people, and most of them are women.

"Guess what happened to the kids who didn't go to college? Half of them are still in prison, and those who are not are even worse, either from street fights or from drug overdoses...... Child, are you sure you want to live that life? ”

The snow was heavy that day, and Zach Randolph saw Coach Mullins' back so tall that he couldn't even remember how he got home that night.

However, one thing is for sure, he has not been seen arguing anywhere since, and he has officially distanced himself from the off-pitch to focus on training.

Although he was banned by the team for nearly 20 games because of the gun theft incident, he did not complain, but practiced more seriously, and it was at that time that Coach Mullins taught him all kinds of steps under the basket, laying a solid foundation for him to become a professional player in the future.

Speaking of emotion, the three-hundred-pound man actually cried loudly, and Bayless, Arthur and the others widened their eyes, and they didn't know how to comfort him, but just patted him lightly on the shoulder.

So, about the footsteps, Randolph talked about it for half an hour, which is equivalent to not talking!!

After he calmed down a bit, he finally spoke slowly: You start with a daily increase in your weight-bearing squats from tomorrow onwards. First of all, you need to make your legs strong, and then you can talk about technology.

His advice is very professional, first of all, you have to be strong enough to support your body, and you are not easy to get injured, and you become lighter in the process of fighting.

"So, Zach, will the current Coach Pat Mullins still come to watch you play?" Arthur asked suddenly in a whisper.

"Oh yes, I gave them six tickets last time, and sometimes when I go to Indiana, I go to their house to find him, he's now a basketball coach at a well-known local high school, and his daughter has inherited his mantle and is an assistant coach at a university, I think he'll be a coach soon."

When you think about it, it's cool to have a beautiful coach on a muscular college team.