"Okay, I will call someone. I think this guy and his family who are being urgently protected by your comrades will arrive in the United States safely. It can be regarded as my gratitude to your comrades or as a reward." James.
Dolan said after reading the information in the portfolio.
"Thank you, that's it, I'm leaving." Black Dolan stood up and said.
"Hey! Where are you going? Even if you don't want to admit your mistake, at least tell me where you live now? Where will those Congolese people find you when they get to the United States!" James Dolan said.
"Princeton, Princeton University's Institute of Psychology, where I went to graduate school," Blake Dolan said.
"Last question, this time you walk out of this door, will it be seven years before I see you? My son?" James Dolan also stood up, stared into his son's eyes, and spoke word by word.
asked.
"No, on Sunday, we are going to eat Chinese food. I will treat you to the tangerine peel chicken from the Chinese restaurant Yantunlou in Manhattan, but I think you need to reserve a seat in advance." Black Dolan said with a smile.
"I will remember it." James Dolan breathed a sigh of relief, sitting in his seat and watching Blake Dolan disappear out the door.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Mr. Hogans, I have a small request. In Congo..."
…
Unable to turn down Aunt Nancy's invitation, the two finally compromised, and the evening McSorley wine trip was changed to Italian food at noon. After once again expressing his gratitude to Aunt Nancy, Black Dolan returned to Princeton in the afternoon.
, you know, the workload of the head coach and the assistant coach are completely different, and he also has to take into account his own psychology courses.
The coaching staff of the Princeton Tigers is the shabbiest in the NCAA, at least that's what Blake Dolan thinks. Even West Point is better than Princeton.
Head coach, assistant coach, offensive coach, defensive coach, shooting coach, interior coach, trainer, all of the above roles will be performed by Blake Dolan. Although Sheldon Cooper is officially an assistant coach, that guy doesn’t even know how to play basketball.
He didn't understand it personally, so Blake Dolan didn't think it was a manifestation of his own will to power. On the contrary, he felt that Scott Weidman was using him as a Texas donkey.
Maybe he can handle a game by himself, but after one season, Blake Dolan doesn't think he can handle everything. Basketball is a team sport, not a game of invincibility.
So, he decided to talk to Scott Weidman, and so the following conversation took place.
"Mr. Widman, I need a shooting coach to guide the players' shooting, a trainer to formulate and supervise the players' training content, and I also need a team doctor to help me check the players' mental status before and after the game.
" Blake Dolan said.
"Why do you suddenly raise this question? Didn't you do a great job? Look, we defeated the Dartmouth Big Green Team! You did a good enough job!" Scott Weidman, an old guy, tried to confuse the topic.
"I know I'm doing a good job, but the basketball game can't be completed by me and the players. I need help. I need someone to give me systematic help, instead of everything being done by me alone." Blake Dolan
Correct the topic.
"Look, you still have Sheldon, that guy is a genius, he can help you, he can give you what you want!" Scott Weidman said.
"This guy Sheldon's genius is only reflected in the computer. Maybe he can find the information I need in a few minutes, but you can never expect that guy to give me appropriate suggestions on my tactics. I need a few helpers."
.Or may I ask, how many members were there on the previous coaching staff of the Princeton Tigers?" Blake Dolan stared into Scott Weidman's eyes and said...
"Two." Scott Weidman said the word as he picked up the coffee, and then drank the coffee to cover up his embarrassment: "Both of these two people left before you came, one is the head coach Erwin Turner,
One is assistant coach Walker Glenn."
"Okay, what a concise combination. Can I apply to expand the coaching staff?" Blake Dolan asked.
"No, at least not this year. All our sports funds have been reasonably arranged and reported to the principal. If you insist, you can submit a material application to me next year, but by then, Erwin should be discharged from the hospital." Scott
Widman said.
"You reminded me, Mr. Widman, I'm going to talk to Erwin and he will support me. Don't think I don't know that Princeton University is one of the richest universities in the United States, with a financial endowment of up to 20 billion U.S. dollars.
!I just need a little bit!" Blake Dolan concluded the unpleasant conversation.
Fortunately, this story did not end in frustration. Erwin Turner stood up for Blake Dolan. He called President Shirley Tillman, who had served the Princeton University basketball team for twenty years.
, an old man who has been a trainer and became a head coach for longer than he has been a principal, Shirley Tillman agreed to his request, but the funds given were pitifully small, only enough to hire an assistant coach in full.
The remaining money is only enough to hire some work-study guys, like Blake Dolan. After all, for Princeton, spending money on scientific experiments or buying expensive collections is always more important than sports. For Princeton’s leadership,
For readers, having one more NCAA champion is not as proud as having one more Nobel Prize winner or a pair of Monet's works. Being able to provide this small amount of funding is already a huge kindness.
As for where the funds would go, Erwin Turner gave a candidate, the shooting coach, and according to the phone number given by Erwin, Blake Dolan met with this guy named Schneider Booker.
In the basketball hall, looking at the guy opposite who weighed more than two hundred pounds and kept stuffing potato chips in his mouth, Blake Dolan really couldn't imagine how he became the best shooter under Erwin Turner.
.
"Hello, Blake, I'm Schneider! You can call me S, or you can call me Stan!" The big fat man stretched out his left hand full of potato chip crumbs and said to Blake Dolan with a smile on his face.
"Hello, s, can you see the color of your shoes when you look down?" Black Dolan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake his hand, then took out his handkerchief to clean up the debris.
"You don't trust me. You think I'm an incompetent fat man. Don't doubt it. I see the disdain in your eyes!" Snyder Booker pointed at Black Dolan and said quickly: "You think a fat man should be like this?"
Chewing hot dogs, they don’t know what shape a basketball is!”
"I have some doubts. Maybe Erwin's impression of you is still the way you were when you played under him. I mean, he may not know that you need to wear xxxxl pants now." Blake Dolan said.
"It's easy, why don't we compete, have a bet on the shooting contest, and the loser will be treated to a delicious Danish cheese pie." Snyderbook said vaguely while continuing to stuff potato chips into his mouth.
