"Wow! Darko is so handsome! He is much more handsome than on TV. Look at how standard his hook is!"
"Dakko's nose is very straight. I heard that people with straight noses also have other very straight noses, haha!"
"Rashid Wallace looks so fierce, even more fierce than the coach!"
"No, he's even uglier than the coach!"
"Why mention them? It's so disappointing."
"That's right, look at how streamlined Darko's muscles are, unlike Rasheed's, who are dark and ugly."
When Milicic was training here, it happened to be the Detroit Shock taking a break. This group of girls with strong hormone secretions stared at Milicic crazily. You can watch it if you want. Why are you obscene? You said you
If you want to be obscene, just be obscene. Why do you say it out loud?
It's okay for them to casually reveal their obscene content, but here Bill Ranbir and Rashid were angry. Ranbir said next to Milicic: "Damn, I thought these bitches have always been mean to me.
I admire you so much, so you don’t dare to say anything ambiguous to me. I didn’t expect that you didn’t like me at all.”
Rashid and Milicic were wrestling and practicing confrontation. He pushed Milicic again and again and said: "Darko, I didn't expect you to be such a person. I was called here to foil you. What a character you have...
...So I decided, I want to help you, and I won’t call you Rashid if I don’t change you this week.”
"Is it a rebirth or a broken body? This special training duo is simply a cheating duo!" Milicic thought to himself.
"1,2,3...345,346..."
Bill Laimbeer smirked as he counted Milicic's push-ups.
After every high-intensity training, Bill Laimbeer gave Milicic a 2-minute buffer time. Milicic really couldn't bear it anymore. This was not training a superstar, this was training a super migrant worker.
But every time Milicic couldn't hold on, Laimbeer would call a female player on the team named Jenny. Although this eldest sister was not well-known for her playing skills, she was indeed good-looking enough to drink a pot of it.
She is the female version of Ewing. When Milicic confronted her, he had to ask her several times before he was convinced that she was not Ewing's biological daughter.
After a few minutes of confrontation, Bill Laimbeer asked Jenny to continue training, and then said to Milicic, if you fail to train, I will arrange a date for you two. The young man who dated Jenny last time is still receiving psychological treatment.
Would you like to try it on?
What kind of training is this? This is simply life-threatening! Milicic doesn't dare to slack off.
Over there, Rasheed Wallace was concerned about obscenity. How strong a fighting ability could make a person become like this? If there is a chance, he must try this girl named Jenny.
"Dako, I know you don't understand. In fact, I think your skills are pretty good. You can dribble, pass, and shoot. You just lack strength and endurance. Isn't this tutoring for you?"
The old boy Sid Wallace said it nicely, but he actually blamed Milicic for stealing his limelight. Think about it, who wants to get up after four in the morning and drive 70 kilometers to the Palace of Auburn Hills to be a foil?
, this man is an all-star!
The female players of the Detroit Shock had no intention of begging for Milicic's mercy. They were even more intoxicated when they looked at Milicic who was only wearing a pair of sports shorts.
"Bench press a 185-pound barbell 25 times, sprint three-quarters of the field in 11.3 seconds, run-up jump of 0.85 meters, vertical jump of 0.78 meters, and your wingspan of 2.23 meters... FUCK! I've seen it before
The only person with a more perverted body than you is Rodman, but he doesn’t have your height, wingspan, or your basic basketball skills.” Bill Laimbeer said to Milicic while looking at the data records.
"I have said that this kid is very powerful. He was the only one who blocked my straight-arm shot during the team competition. But this kid's heart is not as fragile as usual." Rasheed Wallace said.
As he spoke, he patted Milicic on the shoulder.
Milicic listened to these two guys talking about him, but he couldn't say a word. He had collapsed on the floor. The training of the Detroit Shock had already ended, and these three people were just eating in the middle.
I rested for about 15 minutes during the training, and kept training here the rest of the time, with constant high-intensity training.
"Get up, now is not the time to sleep!" Bill Laimbeer kicked Milicic's butt. Through this day's contact with Milicic, he already knew why so many NBA players wanted to kill him.
On the day of official retirement, we all had a party together.
"Listen! Little princess! Either you train in this arena and make yourself as embarrassed as a dog, or you wait for the boos from the audience at home. There is no third way! Do you think you are entitled to a rest?
? James averaged 20+5+5 per game last year and won the Rookie of the Year award. Anthony averaged 21+6 per game and led the team into the playoffs. Wade averaged 16+4+4 per game and led the team in the playoffs against the Hornets.
Entering the second round, and you can't even average 1+1 per game, you are simply a disgrace to the lottery picks, Kwame Brown is tens of millions of times better than you." Laimbeer tried his best to stimulate.
With Milicic.
"Okay! I'll practice! I will tell you with actions that I am not only better than Kwame Brown, I am better than James and Anthony." Milicic said to Bill Laimbeer with confidence.
"Really? Then show me how you beat an All-Star!"
"Which All-Star to beat?"
"Now this ugly nigger is the only All-Star in this venue. Is there anyone else? You challenge him!" As he said this, Laimbeer pointed to Rasheed Wallace who was watching the joke.
"Hey! Isn't it? I'm already thirty years old, and my physical strength is starting to decline. You can't let me do such a high-intensity thing." Rasheed Wallace used his method to treat referees again.
Treat Bill Laimbeer.
"Boy! I've had the final say here in Detroit since the 1980s, and no one has been able to disobey me, do you understand?" Bill Laimbeer said viciously to Rasheed Wallace.
"Well, it doesn't take much effort anyway. Hey! I also want to go to the bar to find a girl to have sex with at night. It seems that I don't have the energy today." Rasheed Wallace said bitterly. This
It is true that the weak are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of risking their lives, and it just so happens that Bill Laimbeer is the best among those who are risking his life.
"Whoa!" With Rasheed Wallace hitting a straight-arm shot, Milicic lost the one-on-one again. This time the score was the same as that with McDyess, 11 to 3.
"You performed much better this time than when you faced McDyess. Do you know why?" Bill Laimbeer asked Milicic, who shook his head blankly.
"Rashid's current ability is much higher than that of McDyess after his injury. I believe that if he and McDyess were duel, he might win the game 11 to 3. In fact, your ability is about the same as McDyess.
.The reason why you didn't perform well is because you were full of fear of him. You are familiar with Rashid, but McDyess is unknown to you. You were too nervous to give it a try, and you shot that shot.
Your shooting strength was not good. At that time, I saw that your shooting was as outrageous as that of a middle school student. In fact, you had a very soft touch, and the shooting area could reach near the three-point line. Generally speaking, your failure can be summed up in one sentence - you
I was intimidated by my opponent!”
"You mean I'm afraid?"
"That's right! Deterrence is very important. At the stage before I retired, my physical condition was very poor and I couldn't fight or jump. In this way, I was still able to get close to six rebounds in a short playing time.
Because I shocked the opponent. As a good post player, you have to let people see your courage, you have to show a strong desire to survive, you have to be eager to fight, and post players have to play like warriors." Bill.
·Ranbir spoke from his own experience.
"A battle is a battle, can you not use me as a human target..." Rasheed Wallace complained endlessly.
Bill Laimbeer once again glanced at Rasheed Wallace with that murderous look, which made Rasheed sweat-soaked and almost shuddered. Laimbeer said: "If you want not to be a human target, then contribute."
Order something else. Hahaha!!!”
"You...you...what do you want? You don't want my virginity! Although I'm usually very casual, I really don't like men." Rasheed Wallace begged for help like a girl.
.
Bill Laimbeer had a black line on his face, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of this iron-blooded villain, "Do I look like a person with such no taste? I want you to teach Darko your special skills -
—Straight-arm shot.”
"What! What! Are you going to teach me the "straight-arm shot", Rasheed Wallace's unique skill in the NBA?" Milicic was wondering if his character had exploded today.
