The Basketball Court Swordsman

Unlike poor Pat Riley, Henson has been extremely relaxed these two days.

In June, the warm sunshine made the air in Indianapolis fresh and pleasant. He usually takes a walk after dinner, or asks Mr. Mars to go golfing with him. Henson didn't like golf before, and he didn't like golf itself.

This Chinese coach just really enjoys the feeling of throwing the ball away in one shot on the endless golf course. Perhaps this is one of Henson's ways to decompress himself.

The finals are coming, but Henson fell into a kind of peace and calm. After all, this is the third consecutive year Henson has entered the finals. He already knows very well how to deal with such a big scene. ?

"You said, after I retire, the days should become boring." After taking the golf ball away with a fierce shot, Henson pretended to cover the sun with his hands and looked at the flight trajectory of the golf ball. Mars on the side chatted.

"How can it be boring? You can engage in business development. Perhaps Vivek will hand over his company to you to fix it?" Mars smiled and took another shot.

Of course, the way Mars played is very particular. Playing golf with Henson, he always wins.

"At most 7 games, I will say goodbye to this league... But until now, I don’t know how to announce this. Until now, my players thought they would still be next season. Can fight with me. You say, am I cowardly?"

"You just love that team and that court too much, Henson. Don't worry, even the greatest players and coaches will experience such moments. After Phil Jackson and Jerry Sloan bid farewell to basketball, Isn’t it a moisturizing life."

"Nourish? As far as I know, Jerry Sloan’s Alzheimer’s disease is getting worse. And Phil Jackson’s pretending to be a crime, he still has a place in the Knicks management. He just bid farewell to the coaching bench. , Rather than completely bid farewell to the basketball court. So, once people like us bid farewell to the game, few can live well. For us, this is not just a job, but also a part of life. "

Henson finished speaking and drew a beautiful arc. The white golf ball fell on the lawn and bounced a few times, and then went straight into the hole! Mars was shocked, this is a goal from a distance of about 100 meters!

"Good luck, Coach Henson." Mars shook his head. This was his first loss to Henson on a golf course.

"Most people think that my success is luck, but in fact, I prefer to control my own destiny. I don't want to be bound by this **** heart." Henson replied meaningfully.

Mars froze in place, then smiled slightly. Yeah, when did Henson give up? Maybe one day, people will see Henson Joe smashing the wind on the basketball court.

give up? Henson Joe didn't know how to write this word.

Popovich didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was proud of the team's ability to solve the Thunder in six games. He once again brought the Western Conference championship trophy to the city of San Antonio. It stands to reason that he and his players should be very excited now and can't wait to make an impact on the championship.

However, this year, in the face of the opponent who is about to meet in the finals, Popovich has some fear in his heart.

Yes, fear. The old man no longer knows how long this emotion of fear has not occurred in his heart. But when he got off the plane, set foot on Indianapolis, and saw a huge poster of all the Pacers near the airport, this sense of fear spread Popovich's whole body.

Although this sense of fear was only a flash, Popovich admitted that the Pacers scared him.

4-0 sweeping the Heat, even the Spurs cannot do this kind of thing. Although the composition of the Heat does have some problems, they are still the top team in the league.

To complete a sweep in the playoffs, you must be much better than the opponent. In other words, the strength of the Pacers is much higher than the league's top level!

Although the game has not yet started, Popovich already knows that this may be the hardest finals he has ever played so far.

Either be humiliated to death, or become a legend. Either the best or the worst, this is the situation facing the Spurs.

"Dididididi..."

A rush of phone ringtones pulled Popovich's thoughts away from wandering again. He took out his phone and looked at it, but the name on the caller ID surprised him.

"Henson?"

"Pop, I heard that you have already arrived in Indianapolis. How about, do you want to have a drink in the evening? You bought me a drink in San Antonio before, and I haven't even invited you back." Sure enough, the caller ID Nothing went wrong, and Popovich was not dazzled. The person who called was the Pacers coach and Popovich’s next enemy, Henson Joe!

"Okay, why not? It's just your body, is it really okay to drink?" Popovich smiled. Although Henson is his biggest enemy now, he actually doesn't hate the Chinese coach. On the contrary, I really like it.

"No problem, don't worry. As long as I don't drink too much, my heart can bear it. Then just order it. When you have time, I will send someone to pick you up."

Four hours later, eight o'clock in the evening. Popovich and Henson Joe meet in a small bar.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Henson undertook this bar. So tonight, there are only two guests in the bar, Henson and Popovich.

"I thought you were staying up the night watch and studying our game video. Unexpectedly, you are still in the mood to drink? Why, are you confident in the finals?" Popovich sat opposite Henson. Asked jokingly.

"I think, but my heart doesn't allow me to do that. Are you not the same? You may be the only person in the league who is willing to drink with their **** head coach before fighting the Pacers. You just Don't you need to study the Pacers' game video?" Henson took a sip of his drink and gave a "counterattack."

"Research? We've been studying your team for a whole season. I can guarantee that half of the teams in the league have studied you like this. The result? You still made the **** finals. Study walk The player, it has no effect on winning. The only way to win you is to adapt to changes in the game."

"Yeah, yeah, adapt to the circumstances. It's a pity that from the end of February to now, no team has actually been able to do this. Even your San Antonio Spurs did not."

Hearing what Henson said, Popovich suddenly remembered that since Henson returned to the eve of the finals, he has not been defeated...What a terrible opponent this guy is!

"Come on, Henson, you asked me to come here, not just to show off your grades." Popovich waved his hand, "Can we not stop talking about work?"

"Just bear with me, Pop. From now on I just want to talk about work, but I can't find anyone to talk about it. After this season, I will retire."

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" As soon as Henson finished speaking, the old man coughed. Obviously, it was choked by alcohol.

"What are you talking about!?" The old man's eyes widened. This was the most surprising time Henson had ever seen Popovich.

"I said, I plan to retire after playing this season. Phew, it doesn't seem that hard to say it. Thank you, Pop."

"Thank me for what? Are you serious? Damn, don't make fun of me, Henson Joe."

"Thank you for being the first person to speak out about this. I'm not kidding. You just want to talk to me about work next season, and I won't talk about it. My body can no longer bear the head coach. The torture of the position. So, there are at most seven games left with you in my career. That's why I called you here, Pop. Take all your abilities and let's play a vigorous round of the finals. I don’t want my career... to leave any regrets! I’m glad that you will be the one who will accompany me through the last few games of my career."

After Popovich listened, his surprised expression gradually returned to calm. Then, he shook his head regretfully. The league is about to lose a touch of bright colors, and he is about to lose an interesting opponent. Can Popovich not regret it?

"When are you going to make it public?"

"Before I told you about it, I didn't dare to make it public. But just now, I found that it didn't seem to be too difficult to make it public. Therefore, on the night of the finals, I will announce my retirement publicly. ."

"Cut, do you want to run after winning the championship?"

"You are so sure that I can win the championship this season?"

Afterwards, the two fell into silence for a few minutes. But a few minutes later, Popovich took the lead in opening the chatterbox.

"Even if you don't need to say, I will definitely do my best to deal with you. You want to create a great season, but you have actually done it, Henson. Whether or not you can win the O'Brien Cup this season, you have already Did it. One thing that interests me a lot now is, are you willing to make a bet with me?"

"Bet?" Now, Henson was surprised, "What bet?"

"I bet you won’t leave the basketball court so easily, Henson Joe. I can see which world you belong to. Except for the basketball court, no other place is suitable for you. Even if you retire, you will be very good in the future. May come out again." Popovich looked serious.

"Hahahahahaha, you lost, Pop. I'm not Michael Jordan and'Magic' Johnson. I can't do this kind of thing when I retired. Okay, I bet with you, what?"

"It's just a drink, Henson Joe. All I need is a drink. If you decide to come back one day, call me and buy me a drink. It's that simple."

"Okay, it's a deal."

The two teams touched together, but I don’t know why. This time, Henson's ambition to win seems to have become less intense...