Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 25 From 1 to 3, the king returns!
Like night, in front of some big houses in Aerospace City.

At this time, there is still one day before the opening of the pre-season training camp.

"when…"

"Which one?" The woman's crisp voice came from inside.

"Hello! This is the Rockets player development consultant, Ron..." He omitted the word "overseas".

"Mr. Ron?" McGrady has been in contact with Dayao for a long time, and has been to China several times in person. McGrady is very good at addressing Chinese people.

With double hanging bright earrings, a casual T-shirt, and sleepy eyes with bags under the eyes, he was once the hero of the whole city.

Sitting in front of him was his idol, but Ron was as calm as water at this moment...

"T-mac, hello!"

Ron glanced around at random, except for the sofa he was currently sitting on, the entire huge living room seemed empty as if it had been looted.

"You are..."

"Heh... I miss my hometown a little... I have to go back in a few days..." His eyes flickered, and he stepped forward deeply.

"Go back? The training camp will start tomorrow!" Ron said in surprise.

"Forget it! They... wish I didn't show up..." Maddy looked gloomy and stubborn.

"Why do you think that?" Ron asked anxiously.

"They even gave Ariza the No. 1 jersey!" He looked a little annoyed.

"That's someone paying tribute to you, and you agree with it, don't you?" Ron explained patiently.

"No! Which NBA team will give the jersey of their ace player to a new guy? They are clearly hinting to me... implying that they don't need me anymore!"

"On the contrary..." Ron sighed, "In all fairness, why did they replace Artest, the beast who didn't get along well with you? And how did you fire at the management and the locker room last season?"

"..." He fell silent, looking at the unpacked trophies in the cabinet, "They..."

"It's us!" Ron said emphatically.

Maddie looked at the angry man in front of him and sighed meaningfully, "Okay...Mr. Ron, what is the purpose of your trip..."

"I..." Ron gritted his teeth: "I didn't come here for the purpose of the team, I just came here as a fan of yours to see how the hero in my heart has degenerated!"

He didn't speak, his eyes avoided Ron's aggressive gaze.

"Tell me... Where is your dignity? Tell me, McGrady... Do you have any desire to continue playing on this court?"

"I...I might..." He looked at his knee, which was still tied with a thick sand belt, and bowed his head in silence...

"No...you're not my idol!" Ron shook his head.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be strong and smiled: "Hey, do you know? It is said that those excellent movies always end abruptly at the most exciting moment, so that the audience will have room for reflection..."

"You are a coward!"

"You... what did you say?" He stared at Ron seriously.

"I said you are a coward who can only escape from reality!" Ron roared with a look of hatred.

He clenched his cheeks and clenched his fists excitedly. His beloved wife was holding the sleeping child, with a big belly, standing aside with a worried look on her face.

In the end, like a deflated ball, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I forgive you...you go back! Let me be quiet for a while..."

"I don't forgive you!" Ron leaned closer to each other. "Listen... Maddie, I greet the eighteenth generation ancestors of your family, if you are still a man, come to me!"

"asshole!"

Maddie was so furious that he could only hear a jingle, and even the child in the woman's arms woke up crying...

...

"It's okay..." Maddy said apologetically.

"Ah!" Ron smiled. "I didn't expect you kid to look weak, but you are really hard to strike!"

"That's why you want to greet my whole family..."

"Do you know? Maizi? We in the East like to call you Maizi..." Ron always had a thousand words when facing him.

"Huh?" He seemed a little surprised.

"Do you know? Those managers, those former opponents...even people in the entire league who don't like you, they are actually the same as I greeted you just now. They think you are no good. In their eyes, you have no value. You are a loser, a poor guy who didn't even break through the first round..."

Ron said in a deep tone: "But I know you are okay. How can a person be smooth sailing on the road of life... And what you have to do is not to pack everything up and run away in full view, so that they will laugh at their own wisdom in their hearts. You should fight back like you just hit me! Slap them in the face! Slap those experts who say you are out of date!"

Ron raised his sluggish hands, "Use your actions to prove that they are wrong; use your actions to tell your fans that you, McGrady, are the best! You are the eternal God of War!"

McGrady was stunned, he stood there in a daze, and suddenly seemed to be spinning, those words were like thousands of needles, piercing deeply into his heart, so that he was no longer regretful or annoyed...

"Remember? 35 seconds and 13 minutes? Is that luck?"

"Luck?" There was a hint of pride in the corner of his mouth: "I can do it now, do you believe it?"

"Letter!" Ron nodded heavily, "Then why are you still hesitating?"

McGrady looked at this eastern friend again, and suddenly there was a certain kind of heroism in his eyes...

yes!What am I hesitating about?Isn't it just a little injury?Isn't it just that you can't find any sense of accomplishment in the team?Could it be that I was a superstar when I first entered the NBA?What am I afraid of?
"You are afraid that you will not be able to play your old style...you are afraid that those who have high expectations for you will look at you with disappointment...you are afraid that no fans will like you! But I want to tell you-"

"As long as I can see my idol continue to struggle on the basketball court, it doesn't matter even if he is no longer the former MVP or scoring champion. As long as I can continue to watch you play... For those of us who like you McGrady, this is enough..."

"Be happy with you when you are happy, and be sad with you when you are sad... because you are a legend, a legend in our hearts!"

For some reason, Ron himself was moved by his rhetoric...

"Think about why you gave up baseball and started playing basketball!"

After Ron finished speaking, he walked aside on his own, "Don't ever think about retiring when you can still play basketball. I will always wait for you... Your favorite basketball will always be waiting for you!"

McGrady lowered his head in despair.

MJ...he thinks about the first time he put on a Raptors jersey and went toe-to-toe with Michael Jordan...

He thought of when he played the lone hero and led Wannian's vice squad leader Magic to the playoffs...

He thought of when he announced that he would give way to Jordan in the All-Star Game...

He thought of 35 points in 13 seconds and 22 consecutive victories...

He thinks about the big man who is there for him, always supporting him, allowing him to shoot the ball without worrying about it...

He even thought of when tens of thousands of people shouted MVP at the Toyota Center...

Can I really let go of all this?

Tears flowed down his cheeks bit by bit, he opened his mouth, and wiped it away with his hand...

"Ro..." He held out his hand to the comforting Ron...

"Please replace all the fans who support me, please tell them, I, McGrady will never give up easily..." He raised his head ambitiously, his eyes were full of sparks, "I will definitely come back! Definitely! I promise those who don't look up to me, shut their stinking mouths! I will keep fighting! Until I can't move!"

Ron also passed his hand, and smiled with his eyes bent, without any haze in his heart...

The woman on the side burst into tears, she tucked her mouth, but tears of pride shone...

He looked at the trophy that was almost lost in the corner, and his heart was full of pride.

...

"Really..." Ron, who was walking alone on the street, wiped away his tears and smiled happily, "I refuse to be gentle! I refuse!"

"If you refuse, just refuse! But shut up now! What time is it!" Unfriendly curses came from the next room.

...

The next day, the reporters who came and went were full of surprises. The entire Toyota Center in Aerospace City was excited for his early appearance. The men were full of energy, the women were ready to go, and that familiar face, wearing his new No. 3 jersey, made his debut.

Facing the news media on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, the owner of the real Toyota Center smiled, and in everyone's eyes, he was full of sunshine...

"Long time no see, T-mac, you look in good spirits! Did you pass some kind of secret special training?" CNTV reporter asked friendly.

"Uh...yes, thank you! It's...a kind of special spiritual training..." McGrady smiled strangely.

"So, how is your injury doing?"

"Well, I feel pretty good, because I haven't tried my best yet. I really want to try it now. I just came up with a trick yesterday. Well, then you have to give me a close-up!" He even joked humorously, which attracted bursts of laughter from everyone.

"Number 3? I thought you were going to ask for your jersey..." The man just said it, realizing that he shouldn't ask such an embarrassing question...

"Hehe... No! The team needs to use this method to motivate young people, and I will also help them grow..." It is quite graceful and not exaggerated.

"Can you tell us the meaning behind your choice of No. 3?" said a beautiful female reporter.

"Well, it's to commemorate an event I went to Africa this summer...it's about—'self-salvation'."

"How was it? It was a great ride, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was a great ride..."

"Can you tell us about your prospects for this season?" The most important drama must be saved until the end, and everyone is looking at McGrady's mouth, looking forward to it...

"Maybe...it seems difficult to you...but I want to tell you that our plan has never changed!"

He looked at Ron, who was smiling at the side, and the big oriental man behind Ron who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and said without hesitation: "That is the championship! Yes! Please add the title of my sentence, post it on the Internet, post it in the news, and send it to the ears of every team's players. Make sure they know that I—— am back!"

I'm-come-back!!
It's the first day of pre-season training camp, 09 month before the 10-1 season…

　Isn't this a reward?whee!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)