Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 40 Trainee-Manager
The setting sun is like blood, and like blood is Ron... that broken heart.

The two familiar friends knocked on the door of the big blue house, seeing Dawson and Olajuwon, there was no surprise in his eyes...

His lonely eyes were silent with his head lowered. No matter what the other person said, he always seemed to be listening, nodding mechanically and habitually...

The two shook their heads in disappointment, and he raised his head to look at their leaving back, his eyes were empty...

(Forget her...repeatedly tell myself...familiarity is no longer familiar...but the clarity is still the same clarity...)
Life is a road without end, Ron walked straight ahead...

Through the streets and alleys, through time and space, through the snowy winter, through the sunny spring...

The products in front of the characteristic stalls on Lincoln Street are constantly changing, but his lonely shadow stretches so long...

(Forward...Looking for new memories and air. Sunny...Wait for the rain to give up...)
He squatted in a corner of the stadium, watching the Rockets' hard-won victory in a daze, and the only figure left in the boiling Toyota Center was him...

"The last redemption?" Before the huge news headline, his eyes were full of darkness...

Turning his head around, the huge Scarlett Johansson cosmetics advertisement was right in front of his eyes, and his heart became inexplicably confused...

Suddenly, I found that the whole street, whether it's the bus, the station sign, or the street electronic screen, the TV, is all her figure...

(In the night with tears, you are everywhere...Whether you wipe it dry, you can't see you...In my mind, your smile is too thorough, completely imprisoning me in your breath...I cry along with it...)
He would stare blankly at the bed upstairs for a few minutes every day, and take out the cigarette he hadn't smoked for a long time, and take a few puffs...

Looking at the neon lights outside the window, all I can think of is that naughty, cute but untouchable face...

He stubbed out his pipe decadently, fell heavily on the bed and soon fell asleep...

Maybe in a dream...even if there is no accompaniment, you can continue...

He cracked a smile...

(In the rain with tears, you are everywhere...Holding you tightly is the distance I escape...It's too crowded, I am in your world...I can't see clearly whether it is you or myself...We are all waiting, the rain stops...)
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10 years, January.Ushering in the New Year, the Houston Rockets, like a rebirth from Nirvana, won three consecutive victories, leaving the league's deputy squad leader position to the Nets who are in the rebuilding stage...

During the period, Kyle Lowry shined brilliantly after his comeback, and his efficiency was super high, which is not unrelated to his hard training before the season...

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Lori suddenly saw the Eastern consultant whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Seeing his distraught appearance, he instinctively felt some pity...

The eyes of the two met... Ron recalled the scene when they first met, and suddenly opened his eyes wide...

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"Have you ever tasted the feeling of being squeezed away by others?"

He took his own steps, leaving only words that made Ron toss and turn.

"I've tasted it...it's bad..."

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"Looking at you, do you also feel that feeling?" He raised his head coldly with a rebellious face: "Look, if you have one, one chance, to accomplish everything you have ever dreamed of... At this moment, do you grab it or just let it slip away?"

These words were like a sap that woke up the dazed Ron. He suddenly opened his eyes wide. Under his flustered expression, his beating heart suddenly made it difficult for him to breathe...

Houston, reborn from Nirvana, has yet to achieve anything, and the failure of several important games has once again inspired all the contradictions in the locker room.

The problem of Brooks' possession of the ball with Lowry, Ariza and others surfaced again...

Shane Battier is extremely dissatisfied with Martin's attitude that he has nothing to do with himself, while Australian center David Anderson has expressed in public more than once that he is dissatisfied with his playing time.This time even Adelman was scolded by reporters in Houston.

Your team is on the inside, and what are you doing?What did you do again?

When it's bad, you can lose whatever you want, once there is some hope again, it will only get worse...

In fact, it should be Rockets general manager Morey who should be sitting on pins and needles. Although he was not the one who sent McGrady away against all odds, he must be responsible for all the blame. The dismal season ticket sales made him resound with criticism and criticism every day.

There are even many die-hard fans of Tracy McGrady who personally attacked him.

The sharp contradictions in the media seem to be behind a pair of powerful black hands driving public opinion. It is not difficult to see that other teams intentionally or unintentionally put the Houston Rockets to death and make quick decisions.

For example, the incident at the Palace of Auburn Hills. The Pacers, whose strength is superior to others, suffered a serious injury after this battle. Not only did the old Miller's dream come to an end, but almost half of the team's stars who played in their primes broke up after the end of the season...

Competitions on the court are often fought from outside the court.

Under a lot of mental confusion and increasingly fierce conflicts in the locker room, the lingering prestige of the 5-game winning streak has not dissipated far, and the Rockets once again ushered in a wave of 5-game losing streak.

The Trail Blazers visited the Toyota Center again in this game. This day is full of commemorative Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Amid the high-decibel cheers of Houston fans, the Rockets handed over their guns early in the third quarter with 50:77.

In the frustrated eyes of all the fans in the audience, the Portlanders showed off their power at the Toyota Center and vented their anger for losing the first game of the regular season.

It's just a stark contrast, which was vividly and delicately displayed in the duel between the marginal players of the two sides in the garbage time afterwards.

The Rockets played all kinds of exquisite coordination again and again, making the opponent's coach cry and curse, 89:95, the red-eyed Rockets' bench lineup scored more than 20 points in a row, and the Blazers had to send their main players to play.

There is only one conclusion...

It is also the focus of everyone's contradictions...

This is not a problem of players or coaches!

This can only be the problem of the team manager!

After the game, the news media unanimously put their guns and cannons in front of Morey who happened to pass by the player tunnel. Although he finally left the scene quickly surrounded by security guards, some people shouted: "sucks!"

Not only did this sentence not be disgusted by others, but it resonated with everyone. Everyone yelled and played the sign of "Morey dismissed get out of class", and scribbled on his portrait, looking like a clown.

"Fuck off, fat man! You can't even compare to 'Isiah Thomas' (former NBA star, worst manager in New York history)!"

"You can't make deals at all, and my grandma knows basketball better than you!"

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This day was destined to be a disaster day for the Toyota Center.

On this day, the people of Aerospace City vented all the anger in their hearts.Even Alexander had to brave the freezing weather and rushed to the press conference site in the early morning to maintain order.

On this day, a certain guy who was ridiculed by the security guards at the Toyota Center and pretended to be a cleaning worker was snickering in the darkest corner...

"beep…"

"Hey..." The voice of the sexy middle-aged young woman was outrageous.

"Miss Bass...they're done..."

The woman smiled like a flower and fell into the arms of an old man with a gray beard who had just won the Alliance Lifetime Honor Award beside her, whispering.

Zen master had a deep smile on his face, as if everything was under his control, "Has someone who possesses one of the seven great skills of 'Supernatural Skills' finally appeared? No wonder you worked so hard to kill Houston in the cradle!"

"That's it, Phil." She smiled and licked the neck of the man beside her, and helped him take off his upper body clothes...

"You know, your acquired 'player psychology' is not worth mentioning in front of his 'reverse thinking'... But what I don't know is why you are targeting Morey. If Morey has been in the Rockets, won't that Easterner never have a bright future?"

He was silent, but there was still an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth...

The sexy and intelligent woman's eyes suddenly turned, and she became a little admiring: "Oh! The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking...you want...to cultivate a strong enemy!
"In this way, the Los Angeles Lakers have to rely on you, and you can be infinitely close to the coveted... consortium certificate! And of course I become... the real owner of the entire consortium!"

"Honey, you know too much!" Zen Master's smile suddenly flashed a sneer: "This is only one aspect..."

"Do you know? It's not very cold at the heights! Invincible is the loneliest! I just let him take the top position, no matter what his 'supernatural skills' come on, I haven't met a decent opponent for many years! Come on, it's a mule or a horse, pull out a yo! I want him to be ruined! I want him to never recover!"

The Zen master suddenly turned livid, and angrily pushed down the sexy and delicate woman in front of him: "You 'bitch', do you think I don't know about the shady things between you and him? I'll let you see tonight, who is more powerful, me or him!"

Jenny Buss looked at the old man who rushed towards him like a demon in surprise... After a desperate roar from all around, there were bursts of charming whispers...

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"Hashim! You've been rehired!" The usually sarcastic little old man showed off his aura of an environmental tycoon, hurriedly dropped this sentence, and led a group of anxious men and women towards the general manager's office...

"Do...what to do?" Olajuwon, who was mopping the floor of the arena and recalling the good times in the past, looked surprised...

"Congratulations!" Several staff members in twos and threes ran over to cheer.

"Ah?" Olajuwon looked unhappy: "General manager? I can't do it!"

"This is a contract!" Alexander's secretary was expressionless. "Congratulations on becoming a member of the Rockets' management again! Technical consultant and first assistant coach!"

"Uh..." He took the contract thoughtfully, and then walked after him at a brisk pace: "Hey! Bastard! Who is the new general manager? Is it suitable for me?...I recommend someone to you..."

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"Do you have to let him become the team manager directly?" Alexander sat down on the position of Morey's general manager and frowned...

"Didn't I say it last time! I can use my life..."

"Your life is worthless! Mr. Carroll!" Olajuwon said with a smirk.

"What do you mean!" Carol Dawson said unconvinced.

"Take me with you..." He blinked mischievously.

"..." Alexander was silent: "To be honest, I couldn't find any suitable candidates for a while. The team still needs someone to lead, but have you considered what other people will think? First of all, Barry... This old stubborn has been trying to flatter me lately... It seems that he is the only one... Then Jones, you know he has served the team for many years, and the relationship with the players is very harmonious..."

The remaining two people looked at each other.

"Okay, you are the boss, we listen to you..." Olajuwon was keenly aware of something, and kicked the stubborn Dawson's foot with a smirk on his face...

"Direct appointment is definitely not enough. If the official is not big enough, and he can't let him exert his full strength... Well, let's see if it works... What should I add in front of the general manager..."

"Add what?" The remaining two suddenly became curious.

Alexander took out a contract that he had already prepared, signed his signature solemnly, and then smiled at the other two dumbfounded people: "Then my old guys... who can tell me, what about others?"

The "Trainee-Manager" already printed on the paper made the remaining two have to admire this self-made shrewd businessman...

Trainee-Manager——trainee general manager...

　The climax of this chapter is about to begin!
　　The phone calls in front of him are his battlefield. This is also the first time he has set foot on the "gambling roulette". His opponents are Cole of the Suns and Chris Wallace, the general manager of the Grizzlies who personally built the Beast Corps.

　　A fantastic stage, a super manager, let's see how he can turn decay into magic, and turn the tide in this miraculous season...

　　Readers, please don’t go away and the next few episodes will be full of climaxes. Please give a lot of rewards and recommend them to fans and book lovers. Sincerely, the author.

　　
　
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