When countless reporters showed up at the ICS training center with cameras, Tim Graver thought they were here to interview him on how to become an excellent star trainer, but the first topic the reporters raised with their recording pens in the air obviously made him
Confused:
"Mr. Graver! Now countless people in Chicago want to see your cute tail!"
Of course, a group of reporters pounced on Charles Oakley. The old dog adjusted his suit and waited for reporters to ask him about his feelings after becoming an assistant coach. Then a question made him raise his eyebrows:
"Mr. Oakley, will you release the video you took to the outside world? Do you mind showing us a piece of it?"
"What are you talking about?" Charles Oakley spread his hands and shouted in confusion.
"The paper says the camera you installed in the bathroom captured Tim Graver's tail!" said a reporter. "We'd love to see that video! I'd like to pay you!"
"What?" Although Charles Oakley had a bad temper, he was not an idiot. He immediately turned his head and looked at the bunch of rookies who were training hard on the field!
Then he pushed the reporter away, picked up the shovel that was more intimidating than practical, and walked to the sidelines:
"Come here! Cubs!"
Six rookies ran over immediately and stood in a row in front of Charles Oakley without any instructions!
Charles Oakley dragged the shovel back and forth in front of the players, making a sharp sound as the shovel rubbed against the ground:
"Which bastard did it! Damn it! You rookies are so brave! No one dares to tease me yet! Back then, that idiot Robert Horry just said I'm old, and I kicked him away!"
I guess you must want to experience that feeling! Come forward! Let me see which rookie did this!"
In the distance, Patrick Ewing and Tim Graver also kicked the reporters out of the training facility. This was a prank incident in itself. The reporters didn't know it clearly, but they just liked to see the parties involved embarrassed.
"You! Spanish boy! Tell me! Which bastard did this! I know this kind of thing has nothing to do with you!" Charles Oakley stood in front of Jose Calderon and asked face to face.
"I don't know, Coach Oakley." Jose Calderon said, looking at Oakley.
"What do you know! **You just came to the United States from Spain and you want to be nice to your teammates? How is the medical service in Spain? I mean if you lose an egg, they can help you replace it with an iron one
Tell me! If you don’t want to have to explain to security every time you fly that you have an iron ball!” said Charles Oakley.
"I don't know! Coach!" Jose Calderon felt his legs were shaking and immediately straightened his body and said.
"Okay! Little boy! I believe you!" Charles Oakley walked past him and stood in front of Luke Walton:
"It was you, right? White ass! You want to take revenge on me for kicking your ass in training?"
"No, coach, I mean I won't do that!" Luke Walton put his hands behind his back and said with a raised face.
"Haha! Eddie Griffin! You bastard! Tell me! You did this!" Charles Oakley walked up to Eddie Griffin carrying a shovel.
"Hey! Old man! What are you talking about! If I knew about this! I would cut off your and Tim Graver's tails and put them on display!" Eddie Griffin said with a nonchalant expression.
At this moment, Blake Dolan came over from a distance with a cigarette in his mouth. He patted Charles Oakley on the shoulder, motioning him not to get excited, and then said to the six rookies in front of him:
"Everyone of you knows about this, right? You did it together?"
Gerald Wallace glanced sideways at Mo Williams beside him, lowered his voice and said:….
"It is said that our young head coach is a master of psychology. How did this guy see that we were colluding at a glance!"
"Tell me, who is the mastermind? I let him start in the preseason, and each of you knows what that means!" Blake Dolan said leisurely while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
No one stood up, only Kok Hinrich raised his hand and said:
"Coach, I think we really don't know about this! Maybe you guessed wrong!"
Blake Dolan took a drag on his cigarette and ignored Kirkhinrich's answer:
"None of you admit it, no one comes forward? Okay, then you all will accept the punishment together! Darville! Read them your sweet training schedule for dealing with disobedient players!"
Darvill Hawk stood far away, fearing that the smoke breathed by Black Dolan would poison his skin:
"Each person performs five sets of bench presses, ten sets of long single-leg jumps, ten sets of high jump box jumps, five sets of continuous jumps, and twenty reps of a 10-pound medicine ball."
Every time Daville Hawke tells a set of data, the faces of the rookies darken!
The excited words of Charles Oakley next to him spoke of the problems they faced:
"Assholes! After doing these actions! You can even sleep for 24 hours with your own bird!"
"These trainings will not cause harm to your body, but they will exhaust your physical energy to the greatest extent, because you seem to be full of energy! You are still in the mood to play tricks on the trainer!" Black Dolan said while holding a cigarette.
"Shit! I did it! How about it! I just don't like Charles and Tim Graver! Come on, drill me! Which eye of mine do you want to show timidity about training these birds! How about the one on the butt?"
Eddie Griffin yelled, "I did it! I paid to have this in the Chicago Post!"
"That idiot!" Gerald Wallace cursed, then raised his hands: "I did this! I don't like being called Alabama honey by Graver! This is my counterattack!
It has nothing to do with Eddie!”
"I don't want to become a wild boar! I have a share in this! And I pay the most!" Mo Williams also raised his hands and shouted: "Come on, train me! I can't wait for this training! Look at it.
Is my little bird tough or is this training tough?”
Jose Calderon glanced at Luke Walton beside him, and the two raised their hands together:
"It was me calling the Chicago Post!"
“I’m going to wire money to the Chicago Post’s account!”
Only Kirk Hinrich was at a loss. He looked at the five teammates around him:
"You did this? Are you so bored? Why?"
"Shut up, Cork! Good kids don't know how we feel!" Eddie Griffin said:
"Stop talking nonsense, drill me! I said, I did this, I am the biggest here, they were just forced!"
"I'm alive! Man! I was born in '82 too!" Gerald Wallace shouted to Eddie Griffin: "Keep your little brother awake and jerk off!"
"I'm ranked higher than you! This was my proposal! It's my responsibility!" Eddie Griffin said.
"No need to argue, good news. I feel so good when I see you rushing to admit your mistakes. You can complete this training together! Go to the training ground! What bastard can't finish it? Don't stand up and pretend to be a hero next time.
!" Blake Dolan held a cigarette in his mouth, pointed at the training ground and yelled:
