NBA: Start by torturing Jordan and add points to upgrade

Chapter 295 The cardinal came to the scene in person? Then beat me to death! Beat them until they disperse!

Pitino is not a third-rate head coach, nor is he the type of loser who just makes a living.

On the contrary, he is definitely a top-notch coach in the NCAA. He has won the Crazy Three championship and led his team to the Final Four many times. He has a lot of talent in his stomach.

But his problem is that his achievements were all achieved in the NCAA. In the NBA, these young players will not accept his tricks!

Neither Walker nor Pierce gave him much face, and they were not very willing to follow his rules.

In the final analysis, the team still does not have a winning culture, nor does it have the momentum to win.

After the worst scoring margin in history in Game 1, Pitino held a player meeting.

He also wants face, and he also knows what shame is. To play like this in the first game is really beyond his bottom line and acceptance level.

The opponent can't stand it anymore, so let the opposing coach come over and angrily criticize the team?

This unbelievable thing happened to Pitino. He felt that if he didn't work hard and improve the team's energy, his lifelong reputation would be almost ruined here, and he would have to give a full account!

It has to change!

Pitino set a meeting time for the team at 4 p.m. on the day of the second game. His plan was to hold a one-hour meeting to improve the team's fighting spirit and morale, and then the whole team set off directly to the arena.

Antoine Walker and Anderson.

But when he arrived at the conference room 10 minutes early, he couldn't help but frown.

After Pierce finished speaking, he nodded at Pitino, turned and walked out of the conference room.

Why come here and why build such a bad team?

Adrian Griffin raised his hand and said: "When I came down, the two of them were playing NBA live, and they said they would come down after the inning."

I waited until 4:20, but these two guys still didn't show up.

Are you really that good at it?

"Coach." A voice suddenly came over, and Pitino opened his eyes and saw the last player standing in the conference room, Paul Pierce.

"I saw that their game has reached the fourth quarter, and it will be over in 20 minutes at most, so..."

His heart was so tired that he even began to doubt himself.

Pitino was releasing his anger there. The door to the conference room suddenly opened, and the lazy Anderson and Walker walked in. As soon as Walker came in, he let out a naive smile and said: "Coach, I'm late, I'm sorry." .”

At 4 o'clock sharp, Pierce walked into the meeting room with several Celtics role players. When they saw Pitino, they nodded.

"FUXX! You don't regard me as the head coach, do you? You don't feel ashamed if you lose by more than 50 points, do you? Do you think it doesn't matter if you are 30 minutes late for the meeting? You all think that you are super geniuses, and you think that winning or losing will not affect your money, right? Well?"

Pitino gasped, looked at everyone in front of him and said: "Then continue to lose, lose until you lose your pants, lose until you become a joke to the entire league! FUXX!"

Pitino closed his eyes, he didn't want to watch anymore.

Pitino glanced at his watch impatiently and said coldly: "Who knows where those two guys went?"

"Then why didn't you tell them to come down quickly and tell them that everyone is waiting for them?" Pitino's tone became worse and worse.

No one came early!

This broken team is outrageous!

Pitino glanced at his watch anxiously, then sat there and waited.

After being put down by Sprewell, poor Carlesimo lay on the floor without moving for several minutes. Several Warriors players thought he was really killed by Sprewell.

"I want to win, I want to bring victory to the team. Although as a Los Angeles native, in the first 20 years of my life, I hated Boston from the bottom of my heart, but now I think I am a Celtic." And proud! I will play hard!"

PJ Carlesimo can be regarded as a joke in the league in the past two years. He is the head coach of the Warriors. He had a conflict with Sprewell during training, and Sprewell choked him repeatedly. shake! According to people at the scene, Carlesimo really almost died! He was literally choked by Sprewell.

Griffin stopped talking, but his expression clearly told everyone that this was what happened.

"Say, I said we're going to be late."

Griffin was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Pitino, "So you think it doesn't matter if you are more than 20 minutes late?"

"Worse than Carlesimo?" Pitino laughed angrily at Walker. He even stretched his neck and said, "Come on! Let me see what you are capable of! Let me see how much you can make me do." Miserable! Come on! You fat coward! Come on, come on my neck! Come on! If you don’t kill me today, don’t leave this house!”

"Did you tell them the time?"

When Pitino pointed at his nose and scolded him, Walker's face immediately fell. He glared at Pitino and said: "I'll give you 5 seconds to apologize, otherwise I guarantee you will end up worse than Carlesimo." It’s so miserable!”

"We'll see who gets kicked out." Walker snorted coldly, turned around and left the conference room.

In other words, there were only two people left who didn't come.

"What do you think?" Pitino raised his head, looked at Anderson and said, "Go back to your room!"

After Pitino finished speaking, he waved towards the door. All the Celtic players stood up and walked out.

"Coach, can we still have a meeting?" After the scene was quiet for a full minute, Anderson, who came in with Walker but did not go out together, mustered up the courage to ask.

Walker looked at Pitino's crazy look, swallowed, and then cursed: "Crazy! I won't go crazy with you!"

"You look like you're not apologetic at all?" Pitino pointed at Walker's nose and cursed: "Are you really sorry? Do you really care about winning or losing? Do you think I don't know anything? ? You idiot who only knows how to eat fat, you don’t deserve to be a professional player at all!"

"I have only one last thing to say to you: You are professional players, and you must have the bottom line and dignity of professional players! If a person doesn't even want dignity, then no matter how much money he earns, he is a waste! He is He is wasting the talent God gave him! He will definitely go to meet Satan after he dies!"

Then by 4:10, most of the Celtics players arrived.

After saying that, he turned around and left directly.

No one.

Pitino nodded and said no more. Instead, he stood up. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked over the big blackboard in front of him!

"What's important now is that you, the next game is your last chance! If you still look like that and play so casually and lazily tonight, then you will definitely not stay at CAI next season. You are an Erte! I will drive you away! I will definitely drive you away!"