You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 783 Who will save me

"Pistons vs. Lakers, round two."

When the Pistons eliminated the 76ers and broke through from the East, this article became the hot topic of the second day.

This article serves as a warm-up for the finals and introduces the pros and cons of both sides in detail.

The last time the teams met in the Finals two years in a row? 1997-98, Bulls vs Jazz.

last time? 1988-89 Lakers vs. Pistons.

Although the grievances between the Pistons and the Lakers are not as long as the Lakers and the Celtics, they can be regarded as history.

The 80s happened to be the heyday of the NBA. The Lakers and Pistons won each of those two games. Now in the new century, the two teams faced off in the Finals for the second time. The Pistons won last year. According to historical laws, the Lakers should win this year.

For this world-renowned matchup, the Pistons have prepared for more than half a year. From tactics to personnel, all-round reinforcement and improvement are aimed at the Lakers.

The Lakers did not live up to the expectations of the Pistons, and they made it to the finals.

Compared with last season, O'Neal's mouth is no longer so big.

Before the finals started, he didn't say a word of nonsense.

The most worrying thing about the Lakers is the OK feud. Many Lakers fans believe that this will be a key factor preventing the team from reaching the top.

In the series against the Kings, if it weren't for OK's discord, the series would not have played the sixth game at all.

Even so, in the battle of Tianwangshan and the last battle of OK's awakening, with their joint efforts, the king was still unable to hold back and was severely torn to pieces.

O'Neal's shocking dominance and Kobe's outstanding performance make people believe that they will become the final winner.

After the Eastern Conference Finals, the Pistons had a three-day adjustment period.

During these three days, they can do anything.

Three days later, they will start the first game of the finals at the Staples Center.

Henry Ford Training Center
The finals are approaching, but the training of the Pistons is very calm. For them, this is the third consecutive game in the past three years.

Westphal saw Joe Dumars, and they had something to talk about today.

The old coach left aside the young assistants, slowly followed Dumars, and came to the coach's office with him.

"I really miss this place." Dumars used to come and go here often as a player. He has been the captain of the Pistons for many years. Now it has only been two years, and things have changed.

Westphal smiled: "You can come back here anytime."

"In what capacity?"

"A general manager who cares about player training?"

"Forget it," Dumars faintly heard the sound of slapping the ball on the court, "I don't want to be the second Jerry Krause."

There was a saying that Westphal kept in his heart.

At least in terms of size, Dumas and Klaus are getting closer, but I don't know when this guy will be so fat that his chin and neck will be connected as one?

"Paul, sit down," Dumars said.

Westphal sat down following his words, only to see Dumas take out a stack of documents.

"This is?"

"Contract extension," Dumars said. "It's just a draft."

Westphal said with a smile: "My agent is not present, is it against the rules to talk about contract renewal?"

"So it's just a draft." Dumars laughed, "You can take it back and study it with your Ceballo (agent), and let me know if you have any questions."

Westphal just looked at it superficially. This is a 6-year contract extension, and the fifth year is an option. At that time, he can jump out of the contract or continue, unless the team is determined to breach the contract and dismiss him. Otherwise, he will be the head coach of the Pistons for the next six years.

Westphal's white hair looks old. In fact, he was born in 50 years and is only 51 years old now. For the head coach, he is in the golden period of his career.

With the current combat power and potential of the Pistons, they will maintain the potential to compete for the championship for a long time in the future, and no coach will refuse this contract extension.

Moreover, the contract provided by the management is also very sincere. The salary is basically at the level of the current top coaches, plus a lot of winning bonus clauses. If all of them are fulfilled, he will definitely become the highest-paid head coach.

"It's simply irresistible."

Hearing these words, Dumas' heart sank.

Doesn't it look like he's ready to accept it? He asked suspiciously, "Paul, is there any question?"

"No problem." Westphal got up, opened the curtains, and looked at the players who were training, "I'm just not sure."

"Not sure?" Dumars didn't even know where he started. The Pistons under Westphal won the championship twice in three years and are now sprinting towards the third consecutive championship. One of the most successful teams in NBA history.

Now he says, not sure?
"What do you think it takes for a team to be strong?" Westphal asked.

"Excellent players, brilliant coaches, and a management that doesn't make mistakes." Dumars blurted out.

"No." Westphal smiled and looked at Mo Mengchen, who was practicing shooting alone, "only one Dor.Mo is needed."

Westphal drew down the curtain: "Who is on this team, who is the coach, who stands behind the scenes to manage the operation of the team, it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't help, he can revive the team."

"Mo is indeed an indispensable figure for the team, but Paul, don't underestimate yourself." Dumas thought that Mo Mengchen put too much pressure on Westphal.

As far as he knew, the two cooperated happily without any conflicts, so it should be Westphal himself who was under inexplicable pressure.

"Mo has decided to change the system and the Pistons will be a Princeton team starting next season," Westphal said.

"Princeton?"

Dumas' astonished expression proved that he knew nothing about it.

"Isn't it?" Westphal looked at him in surprise, "You are the general manager."

How come you don't even know such an important thing?

"So I'm not Jerry Krause," Dumars exasperated.

Westphal saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he explained in detail why he had to change flags. He fully supported the team's change: "It's just that, through the understanding of most of the season, I'm not the most suitable candidate. Don't know Princeton at all."

"Live and learn"

"Yeah, I think so too, so I haven't made up my mind yet, give me some time," Westphal said.

Dumas had no choice but to put away the draft of the renewal contract, and suddenly asked: "How does it feel to work with Mo?"

Westphal can't describe this feeling, he can only say: "Coaching a player like him is very worry-free."

The word peace of mind is the key point.

Reassuring the head coach means that he has done a lot of things for the head coach, so he feels relieved.

Not every coach is as casual as Westphal.

This reminded Dumars that once Westphal decides not to renew his contract, then the selection of the next head coach of the Pistons will be the top priority.

If you invite a control freak, you will have to blow yourself up if you meet a guy like Mo Mengchen
This incident caused Dumas to break out in a cold sweat for no reason, and he suddenly found that Westphal was really suitable for the team.

Experienced, quick to respond, good tempered, willing to give players autonomy.

The past coaches of the Pistons will use this as a template in the future.

The three hours of training was over, and Mo Mengchen was only slightly sweating.

Every competition, the training is basically like this.

Keeping the state is the main thing, don't overdraw your body too much, control your physical fitness, and try to avoid accidental injuries during training.

Mo Mengchen is an expert in this way. Except for the daily confrontation games, his training is to shoot, and he takes the trouble to shoot.

Three-pointers, mid-range jumpers, dribble shots, catch-and-shoot shots, catch-and-go shots around the post.

"I've never seen a more elaborate shooting drill than this." His teammates commented.

The training is over and the sun is setting.

Mo Mengchen slowly drank the drink prepared by the physical fitness teacher, the taste was bitter and sour, I really don't know who deserves this rotten thing today.

"Daddy, see you tomorrow."

The teammates said goodbye one by one.

Mo Mengchen simply washed himself in the bathroom in the training hall, changed into clean clothes and left.

In order to make it easier to go to and from the training hall, he deliberately chose the Garryton Apartment, which is only 15 minutes away from the Henry Ford Training Center.

After parking the car in the parking lot, he took the path instead, avoiding the idiotic fans who stayed outside the apartment all day, and went straight to the inside of the apartment.

Bodyguards at the intersection are always on call.

Only Mo Mengchen and his family can walk this road. After Mo Mengchen and his family enter and exit, they will immediately seal the intersection and no one will be allowed to enter or exit.

Opening the door of Room 250, Mo Mengchen heard the girl crying.

Loria's cries shook the sky, leading her sister Irene to play a duet.

Their younger brother Su Ge is a special child, just like when Mo Mengchen first saw him, he gave him no bottom for So Ge.

He hardly cried, his eyes were big, and he was either sleeping or watching the world carefully with his eyes wide open.

Just like a traveler who has broken the void, he has self-awareness at the age of 0, but he can't speak, but he can observe the surrounding environment and see what kind of family he has come to.

Obviously, Su Gela is not a time traveler, he is just a baby who doesn't like to cry.

"You don't coax them either." Ephraim quickly picked up Luria who was crying the most and comforted her.

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to tell Ephraim about the benefits of crying children, but when he heard the cries of the two girls became louder and louder, so that even Dor. Following Ephraim's example, he softly comforted her.

After a while, Mo Mengchen smelled a smell of paste.

"Ephraim, you're not cooking anything, are you?"

"Oops!"

Immediately Ephraim put Loria back in the crib, and as if a switch had been flipped, the eldest daughter began to cry again.Irene, who had already been coaxed to the point, heard her sister cry again, and her blushing cheeks suddenly seemed to flare up again.

Mo Mengchen faintly felt something was wrong, and then
The duet sounded again in the hall, and Dor.Mo looked up helplessly, looking at the roof helplessly.

Who can help me?
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(End of this chapter)