Jim Bass Ambition

Chapter 76 Chicken Soup CEO
After having a new assistant, Jim is happy to be free, and visits the team's training from time to time.His shouts of fuss often echoed in the training gym.

On the court, Artest confiscated his body while defending against Stephen Jackson's three-pointer. The two collided heavily and fell out of the court. Garnett and Brad Miller rushed over immediately, Pull the two up.

"God Ron, are you going to kill Stephen? But well done, everyone look at Ron's defensive attitude! We just want to let the opponent know that we are not easy to mess with!" Jim also trotted all the way, and went to Artes Te and Jackson beat their chests one by one. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the atmosphere, they let go of their hanging hearts.

Both of them have a powder keg temper, and they explode at one point. The whole team has been newly formed and has not yet formed a chemical reaction. Jim plans to find something for them so that they can form a deep fighting friendship.

But on the whole, the atmosphere of the team is still good. Under the leadership of Stevens, several rookies won the Summer League championship, and their morale is booming.

For example, Boozer, the mvp of the new summer league, still chose to lay up with confidence in the face of Ben Wallace and Garnett.Of course, the "drunkard" with a higher heart than the sky can't be satisfied with wasting the whole season as a water dispenser administrator.

It's a pity that even Duncan couldn't guarantee that he would retreat under the combination of Garnett and Wallace. Boozer's layup was severely slapped to the sideline by Big Ben.

A dark figure came out of the crowd, and Gerald Wallace took a dive, slipped between Artest and Billups, grabbed the ball and threw it to Stephen jackson.

However, he slid several meters on the floor, his elbow still knocked on the ground, grinning in pain.

"Look at Gerrard, this is the hard work we need. If we want to win the championship, every round and every ball must be fought like this!" Jim got closer and pulled up Gerald Hua. Lace, at the same time, made a speech by taking advantage of the topic.

Gerald Wallace rubbed his arm, a little embarrassed.

"However, Gerald, it's still September! I don't want to see someone get injured in training until the start of the season!" Jim changed the subject and began to criticize Gerald Wallace The doctor's desperate move.

"That's right, when the time comes, you can only throw me a towel on the bench." Rookie Matt Barnes came over and punched Gerald Wallace. As Summer United teammates, the two had a relatively close relationship.

Everyone laughed, except for one person.

Kobe is holding a basketball on one side and shooting it silently.

Among the new Lakers, Billups has just arrived and experienced ups and downs, so he has been keeping a low profile.Artest plays with a single muscle, while Da Ben is a typical person who doesn't talk too much.

As for the two cores, Garnett has a flamboyant personality. As long as he still has the strength to speak, he will not stop conveying his emotions to the people around him. Under his instigation, Gerald Wallace, Barnes and Kerry Reese Anderson and others trained like crazy every day.Stevens often complained to Zen Master and Jim in private that the intensity of training was too high, it was easy to get injured, and even caused conflicts.

The Zen master said let nature take its course.

Kobe was a little too silent. In the O'Neal era, he only had a good relationship with Fisher of the same class, and lacked communication with other veteran teammates.

O'Neal once complained about Kobe, never participating in group activities, and even sitting in a corner listening to music with headphones on during internal player meetings.

It's the same in training. Kobe only cares about polishing his skills and blowing up the opponent's players, and doesn't care about other problems.Even Fisher spoke more in the locker room than he did.

Jim felt that he had to talk to Kobe.

At 11 o'clock that night, after Kobe practiced 1000 three-pointers, he came to Jim's office as scheduled.

"Mr. Bass, you are looking for me."

After the simple opening remarks, the two quickly got to the point.

"Are you ready to lead the team to a championship next season?" Jim asked with his fingers on his chest, his elbows on the armrest of the chair, staring at Kobe.

"Ready."

"How to do it?"

"Play, score, kill opponents, win." Bryant's answer is very simple.

"It's the way you win, not the way you lead the team to win. There's a difference." For Bryant's answer, Jim wasn't surprised.

"It's enough to win, I don't care about the difference."

"I have to tell you, a leader, you have to focus on 'how can I make them better, make the whole team better', not just 'how can I be better'. I don't understand At this point, you will never be able to surpass Michael Jordan, or Shaq." Jim can only throw out the trump card.

Sure enough, Kobe clenched his fists unconsciously.

"First of all, you have to learn to listen and let your teammates think you are worth relying on. This is not a suggestion, but a request. Shaq has left the team and Kevin just came. This team is yours. If you still only Be a scorer, be a reckless man who charges forward, and you're shirking responsibility." Jim sat up straight, his back off the backrest, and stared at Kobe without blinking.

"I didn't run away." Bryant's voice raised half an octave.

"Okay, let me ask you first, what's your first thought when you stand on the court?"

"I'm ready to kill my opponent."

"Perfect answer, but as a leader, your first thought, or first question should be 'Are they ready to kill the opponent?' What are you going to do to help your teammate get ready? Why should your teammate listen to you Just because you can get a lot of points? No, it depends on your efforts to discover the problems!" Jim stood up and finished speaking with rich body language.

Looking at the thoughtful Kobe, Jim struck while the iron was hot and continued to pour chicken soup.

"Now the league is waiting to see our jokes, selling the first center, three consecutive FMVPs, and relying on two high school students to lead the team? I think it's time to slap them in the face. I never doubt myself The correctness of this decision, I think you can become the legend of the team, even surpassing the magician, surpassing Kareem, I hope you don't hit me hard in the face."

"Is that enough?" Kobe asked, standing up.

"Of course, you want to surpass Michael, and I have no objection." Jim stretched out his right hand.

"make a deal."

The two ended their conversation with a high five.

It was almost midnight.After Kobe left, Jim dug out the address book again and dialed Zen Master's phone number.

"The phone number you dialed belongs to Mr. Phil Jackson. The owner of the phone is inconvenient to answer the phone right now. Please leave a message if you have anything to do."

It is still a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

"F*%K!"

　I was taken aback by Jiagenglou...the hole I dug for myself has to dance with tears in my eyes~ It's so fragrant!Thank you for your support~
　　
　
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