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Chapter 52 My Name Is Frank

Chapter 52 My name is Frank
Accompanied by Bill Duffy, Li Shihao signed an endorsement contract with Adidas. The Adidas signing staff shook hands with Li Shihao with a smile and said: "Bruce, we are already designing your first sneaker, and it is expected to be in the All-Star Game." After the competition, you can come to our design company in New York to have a look at the design draft, and wish us a happy cooperation!"

Li Shihao nodded and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation!"

After the sneaker contract was signed, Li Shihao temporarily resolved some concerns. Soon, he will also have his own signature sneakers. This is undoubtedly the most important recognition for the players.

At this moment, in the Timberwolves coach's office in Minnesota, a middle-aged man rang McHale's office.

"Come in!" McHale was reviewing the latest team report.

A middle-aged man in a suit came in, with a shiny forehead and a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. McHale, hello, I'm Frank Vogel!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, friendly and gentle, with a strong New Jersey accent in his mouth.

McHale shook hands with him with a smile, and said, "Hi, nice to meet you, have you agreed to my invitation?"

Frank Vogel nodded, waved his hand and said: "Yes, I agreed to this invitation. I am very glad that you can invite me to be the head coach of the team, but I want to know how you know me?"

McHale pondered for a while, then took out a letter from the drawer, handed it to Frank Vogel, and beckoned him to open it and have a look.

Frank Vogel suppressed his doubts and took the letter.

The color of the postmark on the envelope was still bright. The source of this letter was Kentucky. After opening it, there was a densely written letter paper inside.

【Dear Mike,

Long time no see. How are you?

I know that I have been worrying about the position of the head coach of the Timberwolves recently. After the start of the new season, the record of the Timberwolves has improved. A new head coach comes to coach your team.

We have known each other for many years, and I would like to introduce you to a young head coaching candidate. He is very young. When I was the head coach in Boston, he was the head of video coordination under me, but it does not matter.

I see a lot of potential in this lad, he has that talent and he will be a fantastic manager.

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He managed to become an assistant coach in Boston five years later, you know, it was incredible, I was no longer in Boston by then, I couldn't help this amazing guy, he was doing it all on his own arrived.

This is a talented young coach, he is very aggressive, he left Boston after 04, served as an assistant coach for the Philadelphia 76ers for a year, and now he is in Indiana, working with O'Brien.

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You know my nature, I don't like referees, I don't like young people, but this lad is really good.

From a little-known college student to the assistant coach of an NBA team today, you know, this story is very inspirational, if it is written down, it can be written all day and night, but I am not good at these.

What's even more ridiculous is that this young man is a medical student. He actually changed his career and came to the basketball field to compete with us for a job?
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He has done menial jobs, such as smashing and moving goods, and he has also been a scout. As for the video coordination supervisor, does that have anything to do with basketball?

He is a coach who is passionate about basketball. You can try to hire him as the head coach, and he will surprise you.

I wish you good health and success in your career!

Your sincere friend Rick Pitino]

Frank Vogel held the letter, his eyes reddened. He has always faced everything with a sunny and optimistic image, but now he has lost his composure.

"Sorry, Mr. McHale, I lost my composure."

"It's okay, I understand your feelings, boy, I sincerely hope you can join us and become a member of Minnesota!" McHale said with a smile.

Frank Vogel put his hand on his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. After so many years, he can finally become a head coach to fulfill his dream.

Who remembers when he was just a pre-med student playing in a minor league all the way through his senior year, who knew him?

Who am I?

This question echoed in his mind countless times at night, but what he got after all was a dead silence and a foggy future that even he could see clearly.

That year, he packed a few pieces of luggage, threw the 1989 Dodge with one hand, and drove the crappy car from New Jersey to Lexington, Kentucky.

When he was unfamiliar with the place of life, he felt a sense of separation and distance.

From picking up towels to washing clothes, he went from a video editor to an assistant coach in the NBA. These are all buried in his heart, and he has experienced them after he has experienced them. Accumulated in the bottom of his heart, they have become the driving force for him to move forward now. power.

Frank Vogel calmed down, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "McHale, thank you for giving me this opportunity, I will work hard to bring the Timberwolves back to glory!"

McHale smiled and nodded, brilliant?Maybe, all of this will take time to prove, but he is willing to believe in this young man, he has a drive!

Frank Vogel closed his eyes as another young fighter came to mind.

In Syracuse, New York, in 2005, a young figure walked across the stadium. The dew had not yet dissipated in the cold morning, flowing on the branches and leaves of shrubs beside the road, shining brightly in the warm morning sun.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

A middle-aged man in casual clothes stood quietly outside the court, looking at the quiet court where a young man was training alone with sweat.

He muttered in his mouth: "Not enough, not enough, you can go faster, faster!"

The middle-aged man held a thick notebook in his hand, recording every training of the boy in detail and complicatedly.

But he didn't notice that the boy had already finished training and came to him, his eyes were full of vigilance: "Hey, who are you? Why are you standing here watching me practice?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, pointed to the thick notebook in his hand with a smile, and said, "Young man, I am helping you record your training points. Your progress is amazing!"

"I'm sorry, I don't care about this, I want to know who you are, why do you come here to watch me practice?"

The middle-aged man touched his shiny forehead and said embarrassedly, "Me? My name is Frank!" He spoke naturally and generously, with a confident expression.

Why did he feel so good about himself when he said that?Did he think he was Ferguson?
(The first snow in Hangzhou, it is beautiful, Chapter 2 is here tonight, I hope you like this head coach~)

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