God of NBA point guards

Chapter 47 The Assassin Comes Back
On the 29th, he had another two hours of strength training in the morning. At noon, he rushed to the headquarters and joined the team.

The smiling assassin Isiah Thomas has officially returned. When Zhou Quan saw him, he found that this guy's spirit didn't seem to be very excited.

"Isn't he hoping to come back?"

He shook his head, that shouldn't be the case, Thomas may still find it difficult to accept the substitute position in his heart, and after two consecutive championships, with the increase of injuries, that kind of incomparable vigor has long since disappeared, and now he has given up The position of the main force led to the loss of energy of the whole person. Even if he came back, he would not be able to return to his previous state.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Pistons arrived in New York. After settling in the hotel, it was already 03:30.

At the request of the media, the team arranged a press conference at the hotel.

The comeback Thomas is of course the protagonist, and the media's attention is almost all on him alone.

"Isaiah, if you gave up your main position, you gave up your core position. Is this change caused by the ugly locker room violence?"

The first question was a reporter from the New York Daily News. The question he asked embarrassed Thomas and the entire Pistons.

"No, everyone knows it's because of my injury." Thomas denied.

"Have you decided to retire?" the reporter asked.

"No." Thomas shook his head.

"The Eastern Conference Finals was swept by Jordan. You refused to shake his hand and left directly. Is it rude? Did you admit that you were defeated by Jordan?" The reporter asked again.

"next."

At this time, the host signaled the staff to go up and confiscate the reporter's microphone, and then he flipped a Los Angeles Daily reporter's card.

"Isaiah, you chose to reconcile with Iron Fist, but don't you really hate him? It should be said that because of him, you and Lambiel have ruined your reputation."

The Los Angeles Daily reporter asked another question that made Thomas uncomfortable.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said, "We have truly reconciled."

"Is there no secret war?" The reporter asked.

"No."

Thomas' voice was getting colder and impatient.

"Iron Fist, why didn't you choose to leave the Pistons?"

The third questioner was a reporter from the New York Sports News.

"Why did I choose to leave?" Zhou Quan asked suspiciously.

The reporter said in surprise: "Your experience in the Pistons locker room is enough to give you a reason to leave. No one can stop you, including the Pistons boss."

A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, he shook his head and said with a smile: "If you do what you said, then no team in the two major leagues of the NFL and NHL is complete, and even these two major leagues have collapsed long ago. There can be fights within their team, even on a daily basis, and I know that very well.

For me, that fight is nothing, I don't intend to let a fight that is nothing, become a major event that changes my career, it doesn't have that weight, I can't let it determine my life future. "

"You are weird." The reporter said helplessly.

"No, I'm not weird. You think I'm weird because you took that incident too seriously."

Shaking his head, Zhou Quan smiled confidently: "But as I said, it's nothing to me, it's something I often face, I'm familiar with it, and I have the ability to settle it.

Because on the ice hockey rink, I am the executioner who is responsible for settling conflicts.And it turns out, I've settled for it. "

"It's also the executor who caused the conflict." The reporter smiled wryly.

"Yes, that's also the executioner's duty, the first duty." Zhou Quan laughed.

Now it was the turn of the smiling assassin next to him to smile wryly.

Indeed, that's what Iron Fist does on the hockey rink, deliberately causing conflict and then smoothing it out, that's what executioners do, and his trouble with Iron Fist is actually challenging the professionals as an amateur Professional, how stupid?
30, Madison Square Garden.

Zhou Kwon is here for the second time, the last time was in the draft in April.

At six o'clock, after dinner, the team returns to the locker room, the game starts at eight o'clock, and there is still time for small talk.

"Isaiah, Joe, Zhou, come out for a while."

Chuck Daly called the three out of the locker room, and McCloskey was waiting for them outside.

"Jack, what's the matter?"

asked Thomas, looking at McCloskey.

In the Pistons, the boss doesn't care too much. It is the old man who really decides everything. The root and inheritance of the bad boy is the general manager who was born in the military.

McCloskey pondered for a while, looked at Thomas and said: "Now our goal is very clear, to grow Tekken as soon as possible. I plan to spend at least two seasons to train him."

At this time, he looked at Zhou Quan and said: "Zhou, your organizational ability is beyond doubt. The team's request to you is to continue to tap your potential in this area, but at the same time, you must strengthen your personal offensive ability with the ball and your personal finishing ability." ability.

Although you don't want to be a bad boy, I hope you become an offensive point guard like Isiah, who can organize the offense, make teammates better, and stand up at critical moments to decide everything, just like the 88 NBA General Manager In the final G6 and Isiah did the same, 25 points in a single quarter. "

Having said that, he glanced at the somewhat disappointed Thomas with great emotion, and said in an infinitely reassuring tone:
"In that battle, Isaiah injured his right ankle and was unable to stand up from the floor several times, but when the team fell behind, he resolutely stood up with an injured leg, and with a performance of 25 points in a single quarter, he gave the whole team The world has shown the tenacity of our Legion of Bad Boys.

Even though we ended up losing that game by one point and ultimately the Finals, all of us are still proud of that game to this day. "

When McCloskey said this, Chuck Daly nodded in agreement, and Joe Dumars looked at Thomas with admiration.

And Isaiatos straightened out his chest, the vigor that had disappeared long ago seemed to have returned, and there was light in his eyes.

Zhou Quan knew from their reactions that he still had a long way to go to make a name for himself in the Pistons, and that he still had a long way to go to replace the smiling assassin in the Pistons.

This team has no shortage of honors at all, and it was even an iconic team in the entire league in the mid-to-late 80s. After the era of black and white duo, came the era of bad boys. All teams are still imitating the style of bad boys. On this team, the imprint of the Bad Boys Legion is too deep.

It is very, very difficult for him to re-brand his own imprint on such a team, almost impossible to do.

But he believes in the teacher's words, fighting with people and heaven is a lot of fun, and the more difficult it is, the more he wants to challenge it.

(End of this chapter)