(When I saw this book appearing on the category weekly recommendation list, I couldn’t believe my eyes. To be honest, there are only more than a hundred collections of this book as of now. What can I say? I can only say, you guys are too
Strong! As strong as the boys of the Princeton Tigers! Thank you! Thank you again!)
The conversation between James Dolan and Katerina Pocher was not heard clearly by Blake Dolan. In fact, even if he heard those words clearly, he did not think there was anything wrong with it. Maybe other companies would think it was
Katherine Bocher tried to increase her voice, but in MSG, this was completely unnecessary, because when Madison was listed by Dolan, it was simply a God-given opportunity arranged for Katharina Bocher to usurp the throne, but that woman stubbornly stood by James
Dolan sided with him and forcefully promoted James Dolan to the position of president. Even if the curses of New Yorkers resounded throughout the Big Apple City, in the eyes of Blake Dolan, Katharina Bocher is a member of the Dolan family. Although
She has no blood relationship with him.
And most importantly, he had no desire to understand msg's situation.
"How are you going to arrange them?" Blake Dolan looked at Michael King.
"You know, my hometown is in Tennessee. I will take Kezi and her mother home. They will live there in the future. Mokoluo will go to San Francisco, where there are his alumni and there will be a life suitable for him."
"Where is this guy?" Black Dolan asked, looking at the giant man with clear eyes sitting on the sofa.
"Remember what Sheldon told you? Didier is an excellent karate master, and he is in excellent physical condition. Believe me, even an excellent soldier cannot defeat him in a fight. He is just twenty years old.
, he still needs to go to school. I have persuaded him that he is willing to study in the Department of Political Science at Princeton University. If he plays basketball under your command, I guarantee that he will beat his opponents in the same position!"
"Do you speak English?" Black Dolan looked at Didier and asked.
"Yes, sir." Didier replied gently.
"Okay, as long as you can pass the Princeton interview, I'm happy to see you on the basketball team!" Blake Dolan patted the big black man on the shoulder and said.
A young black man with excellent motor skills and a strong body is a rare commodity at Princeton University and even the entire Ivy League.
Even if he can't learn to score and can only rebound and block shots, he will become an excellent substitute player, at least for the Princeton Tigers.
He needs a black man to stand up and teach his white children what American basketball is.
…
After defeating the Wake Forest Devil Deacons, the Princeton Tigers defeated three preseason opponents in a row. It has to be said that the basketball standards of several colleges and universities near Princeton University are really not great, and even the word mediocre is not
Not qualified. The six-game winning streak in the preseason finally attracted the attention of American fans and experts to this team that had been struggling at the bottom every year, especially when those experts saw the victory over the Wake Forest Demon Deacons.
Finally, he said with certainty that this year's Princeton Tigers will perform well. Of course, they will only perform well. After all, compared with those real powers, Princeton has insufficient foundation. The so-called foundation means that the starting players of the Princeton Tigers may
Not as good as the bench players at Duke or Kansas.
However, Black Dolan didn't even have the desire to defend himself against this kind of comment.
The United States is a country with no heritage, no cultural heritage, and no background, but it stands at the top of the entire planet.
Egypt and Babylon, with their profound heritage, have dissipated.
Ancient India is struggling….
Ancient China fell into deep sleep again.
At this time, Didier finally passed the Princeton University interview, applied for the rescue clause, and enrolled in Princeton University.
When this young black man who had just turned twenty appeared in the basketball hall, all the players couldn't help but swallowed and made a gurgling sound in their throats.
That body of muscles was so eye-catching that even the most dazzling player on the team at the moment, Rayne Gonzalez, lowered his head in annoyance and lifted up his team uniform to see how his abs were compared to the six-pack of the black man opposite.
Compared with the well-defined muscles, these two pieces of myself seem to be just swollen bread.
"Come on, DJ, let me introduce myself to everyone." Black Dolan said to Didier beside him.
"Hello everyone, I am Didier Ellenga Mbenga, you can call me DJ." DJ Mbenga said with a smile.
Reuben Brooks on the side quickly rushed to DJ Mbenga, with an excited look on his face:
"Man! I'm the post coach for this team, so glad to meet you! Oh my God, I finally see a big black man with the same skin as me on the team!"
DJ Mbenga was obviously not used to the enthusiasm of African Americans, so he just smiled shyly.
"The arrival of DJ has indeed made our team stronger, but I want to remind you that he is not the savior now, nor is he Shaquille O'Neal. He is an out-and-out rookie, Brian Morgan!" Blake Dolan suddenly
Call out the name of Morgan, the inside substitute on the team.
"I'm here, coach!" Morgan raised his hand and said.
"Starting from today, you will start teaching DJ some basic rules of basketball, starting from the most basic ones, such as running, passing, controlling the ball, catching the ball, these are the simplest actions! You have the deepest basic skills among the inside players.
Guy!" Blake Doran said.
"I'm willing to train rookies! Coach!" Brian Morgan said.
"After talking about this rookie, let's talk about some interesting stories. Guess which of Princeton University's three mortal enemies will appear in the next game?" Blake Dolan took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Yale! It must be those guys we beat up last year!" Bill Hunter said first.
"Harvard, I guess! These guys never give up!" said Harry Fergus.
"Wrong! The next game is the Columbia University Lions!" Blake Dolan blew out a smoke ring and gave the answer.
"Shit!" Casey Beamont yelled first.
"They want to crash our party!" Brian Morgan shouted.
"This news is terrible!" even Rayne Gonzalez said.
The performance of these guys made Blake Dolan a little puzzled, and he asked:
"What's wrong, boys? Is it just because you lost to them last year?"
"Coach, haven't you heard? The Princeton Tigers and the Colombian Lions have played against each other for so many years, but they have never won a single victory. It is said that those Colombian bastards have cast a curse!" said Casey Beamont.
"Oh! Look! You are students from the most top universities on earth, and you actually believe in this damn curse?" Black Dolan looked at the players in front of him with a serious face: "Everything is just what people do to enlighten themselves.
