When watching the thin Larry Brown walking towards him, Milicic's heart was in his throat. It seems that this iron coach left a lingering haze in Milicic's mind in his previous life.
, I started to be physically afraid when I saw him and didn’t say anything.
"Coach..." That was all Milicic could say.
"Drive to the training camp more than 400 kilometers away to find me. You must have made some important decisions. Tell me what you can't tell me on the phone." Larry Brown is not as strict as I thought.
Harsh or unreasonable.
"I have fully recovered, so...I...I have an idea..." Milicic looked at Larry Brown timidly as he spoke. Larry Brown nodded and motioned for Milicic to continue.
, “I want to represent the Serbian and Montenegro national team in this Olympics.”
"Darko, you have to know that there is actually no need for you to tell me this kind of thing, because during the offseason, especially when your country recruits you, I have no reason to stop you."
"Larry, you are my coach, that is, my teacher. I play under you and all decisions must be discussed with you. I think this is the most basic respect for the teacher."
After Larry Brown heard what Milicic said, he smiled happily and said to him: "Darko, you have grown up a lot this offseason, and I also feel that the playing time given to you before was a little short.
But I have no choice. Last year's Pistons were a team aiming for the championship. A championship team is not allowed to make mistakes. Newcomers will make mistakes no matter how they control themselves. Therefore, as long as you show it in training
Only when you have enough strength can I give you more playing time." After Larry Brown saw Milicic's attitude improved, he also began to explain to Milicic why he had not used him last year.
"Thank you coach!"
"In my dream team, there are James, Anthony, and Wade. They are all super rookies, but I know that your talent is not inferior to them at all. Some people say that you are a parallel import. I hope you can lead the Serbian team in the Olympics."
The black team meets my dream team, use my year to polish your defense to stifle them and prove it to the world." Larry Brown patted Milicic on the shoulder and said.
In Milicic's memory, Rasheed Wallace was his only good buddy in the Pistons. Milicic had a good relationship with everyone in the Pistons, although he always put on a show because of Brown's harsh criticism.
He has a bad face, but he is very harmonious with his teammates, but friends are friends and buddies are buddies. Rashid is the biggest star in the team, but he is very enthusiastic about Milicic, which also makes Milicic very happy.
It's hard not to think of him as a good buddy.
"Hey, little white girl, I thought you would work hard on women throughout the offseason and had no chance to contact me. Why did you think of calling me?" Rashid's mouth was like this, as if he didn't want to say something mean.
It's like he can't live anymore. This is why he is always taken care of by the referee. The referee does not have that much sense of humor.
"Rashid, to be honest, I hope you can help me with a special training. It won't take long, just a week."
"Will you give me a training fee? You know my appearance fee is very high. Besides, you can play power forward. If I really train you to be as good as me, will I lose my job? It won't do any good anyway.
It won’t work anymore.” Rashid continued to rant.
"What are you worried about? Even if our skills are the same and I don't have your handsomeness and sense of humor, you still can't lose your job. Don't worry! As for the benefits, do you think there are many beautiful women?"
"Deal! If I had said this earlier, I would have saved the trouble! I will go to your house to find you tomorrow morning!" After saying that, Rashid hung up the phone, but unfortunately Milicic was already listening on the other end of the phone.
I heard a woman's voice, and that voice was definitely not that of a sister-in-law.
After talking to Rashid, Milicic called Bill Laimbeer.
"Darko, I'm glad to receive your call. It means I saw the right person." Bill Laimbeer laughed loudly on the other end of the phone. Although this guy is a villain and a butcher on the court, it is undeniable that
He is indeed a very straightforward person.
"But I may not train for that long this time. In a week I will rush to Europe to participate in the Olympics with the Serbian and Montenegrin team."
"The Olympics? Isn't it? Are you going to participate in such a second-rate competition? You might as well train seriously with me for a month."
Current American basketball workers have not yet seen the rise of world basketball. If they had known that the US team would suffer a disastrous defeat in Athens this year, they probably would not have made such remarks.
"Bill, it's like this. Although the competition in the Olympic Games may not be as intense as the NBA, I can't let down the people of my motherland. Maybe if my performance is better, more children in Serbia and Montenegro will be willing to devote themselves to the sport of basketball.
I come from sports. And I hope more people will pay attention to me, which is far from being achieved by averaging 5 minutes of playing time per game." Milicic explained patiently to Bill Laimbeer.
"Okay! I dare not promise you anything in a week, but I hope that after my training, you will change from the little powder puff you are now to a tough guy. If you are still the soft guy you were last year in the regular season,
Dan said, you must not tell Joe Dumars that I coached you, because all the men under me are men." Bill Laimbeer said categorically to Milicic.
That night, words such as "man" and "tough guy" swirled in Milicic's mind for a long time. I believe he must have benefited a lot from the training of two powerful insiders, Bill Laimbeer and Rasheed Wallace.
But less than 12 hours later, Milicic's idea was completely shattered...
Milicic and an agitated Rasheed Wallace were stunned when they drove to the Palace of Auburn Hills.
The gym was full of women, and Rashid couldn't help but ask: "Brother, these are the many beauties you mentioned. Sure enough, there are more than I imagined."
"I...I guess it was an accident?"
"It's not an accident. Have you forgotten that I am the head coach of the Detroit Shock?" With that said, the tall and strong guy Laimbeer walked out.
"But I didn't expect you to come out for training with me..."
"Nonsense! Of course we trained together. If you ask me to come out alone, you have to pay the training fee."
Milicic and Rashid both looked at this uncle with dark expressions on their faces. I said, "Uncle Bill, didn't you say that all the people under your command are men? Then what are these guys?"
"Oh? Did I say that? Hey, why should you take it so seriously? The effect of advertising is always somewhat different from the reality." Bill Laimbeer smiled roguely.
Rashid was enjoying it very much here. He looked at the girls sweating profusely and murmured: "It seems pretty good!"
