When Morey heard McHale's answer, he smiled and shook his head and said, "Kevin, I think you are biased against the Chinese, and I understand that. The physical fitness of yellow people has never been top-notch in the NBA.
Especially their guards, who are almost unable to gain a foothold in the NBA. This is the inherent impression they have left on everyone. But Kevin, we must look at everything from a developmental perspective. Although Wen Hao's physical condition is not outstanding, but
He has a higher basketball IQ than most NBA players, and his passing vision is better than many point guards who earn millions or even tens of millions per year. These two points can already make up for his lack of physical condition. I think he
You will definitely become a super star, what are you still hesitating about?"
For the first time, McHale listened quietly to Morey's words without interrupting. He was silent for a moment and said: "Maybe I was biased against Chinese players before, but I am not blind. I have watched his performances in these games.
In my eyes, he is indeed very good, especially when he led the Rockets to a comeback last night. But I have already said that he is not suitable for the Rockets' system. Maybe he can perform very well in other teams, but if he stays with the Rockets, with his
I still don’t have many opportunities to play because of my speed.”
Morey shook his head and said: "Kevin, the Rockets play at a fast pace. No one can match this. I also like watching games like this. But why can't you be flexible? Are the Rockets born to play fast?
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Seeing McHale's confusion, Morey continued: "What I mean is that the Rockets' main players play at a fast pace, which is true. But on the bench, look at it, Asik has no speed, and No. 11 has no speed.
, Wen Hao has no speed, and he can't go fast even if he wants to. So you should make some changes and make them slow down. Wen Hao has excellent passing vision, and the pick-and-roll between him and No. 11 is very powerful. You can definitely slow them down.
Fight positional warfare."
McHale turned to look at Morey: "You mean the main player plays one way and the substitutes play another way? The two have completely different styles and characteristics?"
"You can finally understand people." Morey said with a smirk.
McHale didn't care about Morey's teasing. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It still doesn't work. He plays a shooting guard, but according to his style of play, he needs to have the ball in his hands. I can't possibly
So much ball rights are allocated to a short-term contract player, and he is also a shooting guard with average ball control."
"Bias, it's still bias," Morey shook his head and said, "Who told you that his ball handling is average? I think you can let him play the No. 1 position. His ball handling ability is fully qualified to serve as a point guard."
McHale looked at Wen Hao who was resting on the sidelines, shook his head and said: "I am the head coach and you are the general manager. Looking at the overall value of a player, I am not as good as you; but looking at a certain skill of a player, you are worse than me." Don’t fuck me.”
"Oh, really?" Morey asked thoughtfully. His mind flashed back to the scene when he passed the training hall last night and saw Wen Hao dribbling. At that time, he was stunned for more than a minute.
Thinking of this, Morey smiled slightly and said to McHale: "Kevin, do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
"What to bet on?"
"Just bet on Wenhao's dribbling skills. If his dribbling level reaches the level of a point guard, please let him play point guard. He is more suitable for the No. 1 position."
"What if we can't achieve it?" McHale asked with a weird smile.
"If his level is not up to the level of a point guard, then I will never bother you about him again."
"It's a deal!" McHale smiled strangely again. Whether he can achieve it or not is not up to him. Even if Wen Hao's dribbling is okay, as long as he says he can't achieve it, Morey can't do anything.
Morey didn't seem to notice McHale's weird smile. Instead, he nodded with a smile and shouted to Wen Hao in the distance: "Wen, come here."
Wen Hao, who was resting, saw Morey calling him, and he was moved in his heart. He secretly wondered if it was about the contract. He felt a little uneasy and came to the general manager and coach.
Morey glanced at McHale, called backup point guard Beverley over, and said to Beverley: "Try to dribble the ball a few times, show the coach your ball control level, and play the best game."
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Although Beverly was a little confused, didn't the coach know his ball control level well? But he didn't think much about it, picked up a basketball from the ground next to him, and started dribbling under his hips, very slowly at first, and gradually,
It was getting faster and faster, and in the end it was almost impossible to see how he was moving, and all he could see was that the basketball was like an orange-red shadow, constantly shuttling under his crotch.
McHale smiled slightly, glanced at Morey, picked up another ball from the side, and threw it to Beverley, who was dribbling. Beverley's hands and feet were not messy at all, and he dribbled with one hand under his hips.
The other hand gently grasped the ball, took it over, and patted it gently. The two balls were like elves, constantly shuttled between his hands and crotch.
McHale looked at Morey again, a smile blooming on his lips. What he meant was very obvious. It is impossible for Wen Hao's dribbling to reach this level. In other words, his dribbling cannot reach the level of a point guard.
standard.
Beverley continued to dribble for a moment, then stopped and looked at McHale. McHale didn't speak, but Morey next to him spoke and said: "Very good, perfect dribbling." Then he turned around and asked
Wen Hao next to him asked, "Can you do that?"
"Hahahaha..." McHale laughed directly this time. Morey didn't bother to ask, how could this Chinese dribbling reach such a level? This is simply a fantasy.
But amid McHale's laughter, Wen Hao's voice came: "I'll try."
McHale's laughter paused, thinking that this young man doesn't know what the world is, and if he can't do it, he can't do it. He still has to try, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't match Beverley's dribbling. Morey, you are too judgmental about people.
Sorry, not only is this Chinese guy bad at dribbling, he also has problems as a person.
At this time, Wen Hao had already picked up a ball and started dribbling it.
When McHale saw Wen Hao's dribbling, the smile on his face froze. As a head coach, his gaze was not ordinary. As soon as Wen Hao got the ball, he had already noticed that this kid's dribbling seemed to be better than before.
I have made a lot of progress. Dribbling is not only fast, but also extremely smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The changes in direction are seamlessly connected. Every movement is natural, just like the way the ball should be moved.
With a smile on his face, Morey picked up another ball and threw it to Wen Hao. Wen Hao didn't even look at it. The second ball came to his crotch in an instant. He changed the direction of the ball with both hands and moved it extremely smoothly.
Can't see the rawness.
McHale's smile completely disappeared at this time, replaced by surprise. Beverly next to him also looked at Wen Hao in surprise: When did this kid become so powerful?
Morey looked at McHale, satisfied with his surprise. He smiled slightly, took the ball from Beverley's hand, and threw it towards Wen Hao again.
