Losing five games in a row made everyone on the Rockets look bad. Head coach McHale looked particularly bad. He glanced at Wen Hao coldly, turned around and shouted to all the Rockets players: "Go around."
Fifty laps of the field, everyone!"
The Rockets players who were doing preparatory activities were slightly startled when they heard this. It is rare to see McHale get so angry on weekdays. What happened today?
But no one of them dared to say anything. After all, they lost, and they lost five games in a row.
"If we lose again in the next game, everyone will practice for three extra hours every day." McHale's cold voice came from behind, startling the players and quickly speeding up their pace.
Today's training started with McHale's intimidation. It seemed that his intimidation worked. During the training, the players worked extra hard. Even big names like Harden and Sparks did not slack off as usual.
After two hours of this, the Rockets players were all out of breath and resting in their own corners. At this time, a tall middle-aged man walked into the training hall.
McHale glanced at the middle-aged man, without any smile on his face, and said coldly: "Morey, if you don't stay in your office and come to the training hall, do you want to see me lose?"
Help me?"
Morey did not retort to McHale's harsh words. He just smiled slightly, came to McHale, looked at the players sitting around, nodded and said: "Everyone is working hard."
"Speak directly." McHale's tone was still so inhumane, making people feel uncomfortable.
But Morey didn't care at all. His eyes seemed to be scanning the court at will, and finally fell on Wen Hao, who was still training. He said: "I think you can give him a few more minutes in the next game. Maybe
He will surprise you."
"Hmph..." McHale snorted, "Why? Just based on the few assists he got in two games? You know, he only played for six or seven minutes, so there is a lot of uncertainty. You can't
Based on these six or seven minutes, he will become a star."
"That's why we have to give him time to prove it," Morey still looked at Wen Hao without looking back. "In these two games, he played an average of 7.3 minutes and scored 6.5 assists. The player efficiency reached an astonishing level.
17.8, this is simply a miracle for a player with a ten-day short contract. Just imagine, if he is given enough playing time, what kind of performance will he have? Another point, you and the Chinese combination of No. 11
I have also seen that the two of them have a tacit understanding and can play beautiful coordination. I think they can play pick-and-roll. According to my calculations, if they play pick-and-roll, they will score 109.5 points every 100 rounds, which is much higher than other players.
Team composition.”
"Hehe..." McHale laughed strangely twice, "Morey, others say you are a sophisticated electronic computer. I admit this. I also agree with your analysis. Maybe I will tell you when I have time.
You ask for advice. But what we are talking about now is basketball, not numbers. On the basketball court, the situation changes suddenly, and no one can tell what will happen at the next moment. It is not something you can win by playing a few numbers. Listen to me, Morey
, it’s better to go back to your office and concentrate on playing your numbers, but don’t try to force your numbers on my basketball. That way I will thank you, thank you.”
Morey shook his head helplessly. McHale was too stubborn and didn't know how to adapt. He took his eyes away from Wen Hao, turned to look at McHale, sighed, and walked outside. But let's go
After a few steps, he turned around and said: "I still ask you to consider me..."
"Stop suggesting it, I will never let him play again!" McHale's voice was full of anger, "Even for one minute."
Morey shook his head again and glanced at Wen Hao with an apology in his eyes. He originally wanted to get playing time for Wen Hao, but unexpectedly he made McHale angry and was deprived of the original few minutes.
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Wen Hao, who was training, heard McHale's roar, and his heart skipped a beat. Although McHale didn't name him, he knew that he was definitely talking about himself. He had already received McHale's promise: not even a minute.
Thinking of this, the anger in Wen Hao's heart was like magma erupting, rushing straight to the top door, looking at McHale with blood-red eyes. He wished he could punch McHale down, step on him and disfigure him. Why?
Why can't I play even though I work so hard? I have proven myself in the last game. Why can't I still play? Why?!
Wen Hao roared hysterically in his heart. He even felt that he was going crazy.
At this time, a big hand gently fell on Wen Hao's right shoulder. The warmth on the hand made Wen Hao's sense that was about to lose return to his body. He turned his head and saw No. 11 looking at him calmly. Then
A calm face is like a lake without any ripples, making people feel peaceful.
"Wen Hao, basketball matters should be solved with basketball." No. 11 said calmly.
Under No. 11's calm words, Wen Hao's anger that was about to explode was barely suppressed. He smiled bitterly: "But he won't let me play at all, how can I solve it?"
"I don't know," No. 11 did not give Wen Hao a definite answer, "but I know that if you had a falling out with the coach here today, other teams would definitely know about it. I don't think any team would want to
Accept players who don’t get along with the coach?”
Wen Hao was slightly startled after hearing this.
"Being angry with the coach, or even expelling the coach from the team, is what the big names do and has nothing to do with us. At least now, we don't have the ability or the qualifications. So we have to endure it and deal with it suddenly.
Don't be surprised, don't get angry for no reason. Only in this way can we achieve great things by bearing the humiliation and bearing the burden. When we perform well and stand at the top of the NBA, everyone trembles. At that time, we can say no to anything we are unhappy with.
, but no one dares to say no to us. So Wen Hao, please bear with us."
After hearing the words of No. 11, Wen Hao turned his head and looked at No. 11. After a moment, the anger in his eyes gradually extinguished. He believed that No. 11. No. 11 also came from this step back then. He thought that when No. 11 made his NBA debut,
He only scored 2 points, which disappointed Chinese fans and ridiculed American experts. He was called the parallel import number one pick. Big-mouthed Klee even asserted that he could not score more than 19 points in a single game, but No. 11 relied on his own efforts to score points in one fell swoop, allowing
Buckley kisses the donkey's butt.
Isn’t this a living example?
"Only if you have strength, others will respect you."
