It wasn't until the final whistle sounded that the five Princeton players truly understood the true meaning of Blake Dolan's words that made them crazy for a while. Not just for a while, throughout the second half, the Michigan State Spartans players almost
Like a raging frenzy, it hit them again and again.
As the whistle sounded, the players of the Princeton Tigers did not even raise their arms to greet the cheers of the audience. Ryan Gonzalez sat on the court without any handsomeness. Bill Hunter, a black boy, and Tony
Yang stood together, supporting each other, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground in the next second. Larry Freddy stared blankly at the bright red score on the timer. Only DJ Mbenga, although his face was covered with sweat, was still excited.
He pulled the jersey and waved his fist vigorously towards the bench!
The score was 76 to 79, with Michigan State in the front and Princeton University in the back.
"We won!" Ruben Brooks was the first to stand up! He rushed towards the players on the field with his arms wide open!
And then there are the players on the bench! Schneider Booker munching on popcorn, and even the transvestite Davill Hawke.
Blake Dolan let out a sigh of relief, stood in front of the coaching bench, and took a look at the tie that he had torn early in the game. He was really not used to wearing a suit and tie every day. No matter how expensive the suit was, it was not rough.
Camouflage clothing is comfortable to wear.
Michigan State's toughness is beyond everyone's imagination. The two black boys at the corner, Shannon Brown and Kelvin Torbett, seem to be tireless, attacking the Princeton Tigers' defense again and again. If it weren't for DJ Mbenga on the inside
If he simply used his strength to eat up Paul Davis, Princeton's tiger would have been pierced through the stomach by the Spartan's horns and died.
This game was very dangerous to win. For Black Dolan, it was comparable to several battles he had personally experienced. Although the battlefields were different, in terms of tactics, Black Dolan was walking a tightrope carefully. If he hadn't been growing up,
During the three-month regular season, the players were trained on tactics to deal with various defensive systems and taught them how to integrate. Maybe the score lost to the Spartans would never be just three points, but could even be 30 points.
"This is totally inconsistent with my salary!" Blake Dolan finally said this sentence that sounded ridiculous.
Surrounded by his teammates, the five players walked off the court, and Tony Young managed to squeeze out a bright smile:
"Coach! We killed those Spartans!"
Throughout the game, Tony Young was running with Shannon Brown, even if his body was shaky, he never gave up, even though Shannon Brown broke through him again and again.
"We won! Well done! Boys!" Black Dolan raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and hit the chests of the team members one by one.
"This time, no one will underestimate us!"
Instructing the losers on the coaching staff to take the players to the locker room to rest, Blake Dolan walked towards the podium, where he wanted to say goodbye to Tom Izzo.
Tom Izzo's face is still as rigid as a piece of steel. His more than ten years of coaching career has made him accustomed to winning and losing, and it has also given him a strong heart.
"You win." Tom Izzo stared into Blake Dolan's eyes and said, if he saw even a hint of arrogance in the other person's eyes, Tom Izzo decided to punch that kid in the face!
But he didn't see that opposite him was a young man who was excited but couldn't hide his haggard appearance.
"Yes, we won." Blake Doran stretched out his hand.
Tom Izzo hesitated and held hands with him:
"Your expression looks even more haggard than an old man like me who lost the game. You will see a different Spartan next year. Shannon and Chris have not shed their childishness. They are still relying on talent to play, but next year
, in one year, they will become influential figures in the NCAA, and they will mature.”….
"I don't think I have a chance to see that day. I will resign this damn assistant coach position at the end of this season. It is really a chore to quickly switch between a coach who directs players and a student who studies hard. And those work-study students are pathetic.
The salary is not even enough for me to go to a top hotel in New York for a French meal." Blake Dolan said with a smile.
"Are you still in school? Assistant coach?" Tom Izzo heard the word that interested him.
"Yes, the head coach went on vacation and he left the team to me before he left," Blake Dolan said.
"You want to resign? This is a wise decision!" Tom Izzo took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it over: "This is my phone number. When you resign from Princeton University, call me, any time.
You can have as much time as you like, and Michigan State has most of what you want! Even a French meal! You can be a full-time assistant coach with a salary of 300,000 and plenty of time. Finally, young man, I am getting old, and Michigan State may need it.
A new coach takes over from me."
Blake Dolan took the business card and laughed when he heard Tom Izzo's last words:
"Don't try to tempt me, Coach Izzo! I don't believe you are old! You are as strong as Diamond in the wrestling ring (American Wrestling Star)."
Tom Izzo also laughed:
"No, to be honest, I feel old when I see you arranging tactics like a cunning fox, but with Tubby Smith or Mike, I feel like a young man. Michigan State needs someone
If you want a talent like yours, call me. I would love to see a cunning young man appear on the NCAA court one day with a fierce Spartan."
"I will call you, but it's probably because the weather in Michigan has been bad recently and there will be heavy rains. Do you have an umbrella?" Blake Doran joked and put the business card away.
"Yeah! That's not bad, that's it. Goodbye, young Blake." Tom Izzo stretched out his hand again.
"Goodbye, younger Tom." Black Dolan clasped his hands together.
Tom Izzo, who turned to leave, suddenly turned around and looked at Blake Dolan, who was about to return to the locker room:
"Hey! Boy, if this is the only tactic you can use, then I think you should take your kids home in the second round."
Blake Dolan raised the business card in his hand:
"Do you think this is all I can do, Tom?"
"I don't believe it. I believe you are the Fox of Milwaukee. Good luck." Tom Izzo was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked towards his own locker room.
Just as Black Dolan turned around, a voice came from behind again:
"Hello, is this Coach Blake Dolan? I'm Daryl Morey, the manager of ho**oo Sports Information Consulting Company. Can I interrupt you for a minute?"
