ace marshal

Chapter 1109 Feedback from the "Five Tigers" ([-])
"55 wins~?!, military order~?!, young commander~?!, what are you kidding, the third in the Western Conference lost two home games in a row, and was beaten to pieces by the opponent~!!, what the hell are you doing? ~?!, we didn't enter the playoffs to be slaughtered at will, okay~?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sterling. I have a big reason for the team's consecutive losses, but we still have a chance. There are many examples of 0:2 comebacks in the history of the playoffs. We can do better~ !!, I swear we will win the road game in Denver, we will~!!!”

"No, I've said it before, the second game is your last chance, I don't need a head coach who can only lead the team to win in the regular season, but can't do anything in the playoffs, what I need is a A head coach who can also perform well in a series like the playoffs ~!!, obviously you are not ~!!"

"Mr. Sterling, I still have a lot of tactics that are useless, and I can make a lot of adjustments for the loss, give me another chance~!!!"

"You have no chance, you have been fired, and the team will not implement the contract for next season~, you have nothing to do with the Clippers~"

"No~!!, Mr. Sterling, no~!!, no~!!!"

"No~!!!!!!"

In the dark bedroom, Lan Shengli, who had just woken up from the nightmare, roared and sat up directly.

Perhaps it was the excessive psychological pressure and some possible situations that made Lan Shengli dream of such a scene.

If Lan Shengli is still unable to lead the team to defend the home court in the next second game, especially if it still loses like the first game, maybe the dream will really come true.

"What's wrong~?!, dear~?!, having a nightmare~?!"

Mia, who was also awakened, sat up with half-opened sleepy eyes, stroked Lan Shengli's head, and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's sleep~"

Lan Shengli paused for a moment, then lay down again as he spoke.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, everyone's ability is limited, there is no superman in this world~!!, so just do your best~!"

Mia comforted Lan Shengli.

"Well~, I see~, go to sleep~, my dear~"

Lan Shengli patted Mia, responded, and said.

"Dear~, if, I mean if~, if I don't want to be an NBA head coach in the future, and I don't want to live in the United States anymore, would you like to go back to China with me~?!"

Lan Shengli turned sideways, looked at Mia, and asked.

"Why do you ask me so suddenly~?!"

Of course Mia, who didn't know the situation, would ask this question.

"After all, any job will not be with you for a lifetime, and what's more, with such a fluid move like the NBA head coach, anything can happen in the future~"

Lan Shengli responded.

"I don't care, home is where you are~!!"

When Mia heard about it, she didn't ask any more questions, and responded directly.

Such an answer should warm every man's heart.

"It's good to have you, dear~!!"

Lan Shengli kissed Mia, hugged Mia, and said.

Perhaps through this very realistic dream, Lan Shengli has predicted the result of losing the next game.

"There is no game at the Staples Center today, so we can go directly to train there. After the video analysis meeting in the afternoon, we will go directly to the arena, everyone don't forget~!!"

A new day of training has begun. Although the challenges he is facing are huge, all Lan Shengli can do is to prepare hard for the battle.

The day's regular training went smoothly, and the players have gradually recovered from the fiasco of the last game.

The team members were talking and laughing, and seemed very relaxed.

"It's 07:30~!!"

It was night in a blink of an eye, Lan Shengli stood on the floor of the Staples Center, looked at his watch, and thought.

The previous Lakers floor has been replaced with the Clippers floor, which also shows that this venue will soon be the Clippers' home court.

"Basketball practice begins~!!!"

Lan Shengli shouted.

I saw two baskets moved in from outside the field in advance, a total of four baskets, four players began to practice shooting, and the rest of the players helped pick up the ball, and then practiced in rotation. The players practiced meticulously. He looked very focused, and felt as if he had entered the game state.

And the hit rate is not bad.

"Yes, that's it. You have to practice in this absolute game environment to find your shooting feeling. As long as the players get their shooting feeling back, the Nuggets are not invincible. This is only the first round. It's nothing~ "

Lan Shengli looked around at the training players and said.

In a blink of an eye, the second game will start.

“Long time no visit to Staples~”

Here team owner Sterling fulfilled his promise and came to the scene to supervise the battle.

However, unlike other bosses who sit directly in the front row, or close to the team, Sterling sits directly in the luxury box on the top floor.

Sterling, wearing big sunglasses, is full of social bosses.

"These unsightly Lakers championship flags and retired jerseys are still there~, really~, it's obviously the home of the Clippers now~"

Sterling looked at the sky above the arena and complained.

Sterling is very relaxed and casual, but the Clippers locker room is very tense, or the atmosphere is very serious.

"We lost [-] points in the first game, and we will win [-] points in this game~!!!, don't forget this is our home~!!, this is Los Angeles, and this is the Staples Center ~!!, Now is the time for the playoffs ~!!!, we want to defend the home field ~!! For the sake of the team, for the fans who came to the scene to support us, and for yourselves ~!!, win the game ~!!, I believe in you~!!"

Lan Shengli inspired the team members.

"Must win tonight~!!"

Harden suddenly stood up and said, as a response to Lan Shengli's remarks just now.

"Yes, we must win tonight~!!, we want to bring the series back to Staples~!!"

"That's right~!!, fought~!!, won the game~!!"

Upon seeing this, Jordan and George immediately followed suit.

"Fighting~!!"

"Fighting~!!"

"Fighting~!!"

Then more and more players also shouted.

The team members at this moment seem to be about to go to the battlefield, and they are in a state of never returning.

Being able to get such feedback from the players, the Clippers, at least in terms of morale, are absolutely fine.

"3, 2, 1~!!"

"Clippers~!!!"

(End of this chapter)