warrior godfather

Chapter 173 Z... Coach Z? !
After Curry made two free throws, the Hornets scored a quick two-pointer, but it was no longer helpful.

The Warriors sent the ball to Curry, Paul was forced to foul him, and he still made two free throws.

With Paul's final 112-pointer, the red lights came on and the game ended, with the Warriors snapping a two-game losing streak with a 106-[-] victory over the Hornets.

After the whole game, Curry made 12 of 6 three-pointers, including 10 points in a row at the last moment, scored 30 points, 9 assists, 5 rebounds and 2 steals. He was the number one contributor to the Warriors' victory.

In addition, 5 Warriors scored in double figures, Biedrins still had a stable double-double of 14 points and 10 rebounds, Azubuike scored 13 points, and Butler could absorb some possessions every game. The game scored 12 points efficiently.

Reggie Williams used the space provided by Anthony Tolliver to give full play to his impact, scored 11 points, and stood up from the bench, while Anthony Tolliver, Watson, Lowry and others Without double figures, they all scored more than 5 points efficiently and contributed to the team's victory.

The Warriors can win this game. Curry's last-minute takeover of the game is important, but the overall performance is the key.

For the Hornets, Paul scored 33 points and 14 assists in a super double-double, David West had 17 points and 7 rebounds, Okafor had 14 points and 9 rebounds, and no one else scored in double figures.

When the Hornets players left the court, Jeff Ball not only did not mean to blame him, but said to Paul with a smile:
"Chris, although you lost this game, your performance is obvious to all. You are the number one point guard in the league!"

Paul said with a gloomy expression:
"Jeff, all I want is victory."

Jeff Ball nodded again and again, with a very understanding look:

"Of course, victory is the goal we are pursuing every night... But everyone has tried their best, and you have also tried your best. Losing is not a sin of war. Be happy, and it will be good to win next time."

Paul nodded slowly, his expression relaxed a lot, but he always felt that something was wrong...

After Jeff Ball comforted Paul, he came to the technical stage to greet Zhang Yu.

He restrained his smile and said lightly:

"Young man, your luck is very good. Curry's touch suddenly came back...but I must tell you that the Hornets will win the next time they play against each other."

Zhang Yu looked at Jeff Bauer in surprise. How could this man have the confidence?
Jeff Bauer didn't see what he meant, but thought that Zhang Yu was afraid, and smiled contentedly:
"Not every team has the number one point guard in the league..."

After saying this, he turned and left directly.

Zhang Yu looked at his back and laughed dumbfoundedly.

Good guy, another crazy one.

Jeff Ball's command in this game is not to say that he was completely blown out, at least he was crushed by him. He was the main culprit for the Hornets' loss, and he actually thought that the Warriors won by luck?
It can only be said that Linzi has all kinds of birds when he is big. The NBA has a weird general manager like Isaiah Thomas, and it is destined to have a weird head coach like Jeff Ball.

This league is so strange, with the best players in the world gathered, but there are always a few managers and coaches who don't understand basketball, make a mess of things, but are still complacent, thinking that they are the savior of the team.

Zhang Yu turned around and put Jeff Bauer's "threat" behind him, and celebrated the victory with the team members.

On the plane back to Auckland that night, Zhang Yu said to Silas beside him:

"Stephen, Merry Christmas to you in advance!"

"Thank you, how are you going to spend Christmas?" Silas responded with a smile.

Zhang Yu raised his right hand, rubbed it on his chin twice, and smiled slightly:
"This Christmas, I have something to go out..."

He turned around and patted Jonathan's shoulder in the back row:

"Jonathan, can you accept working overtime for Christmas?"

"Ah? Christmas... yes!" Jonathan froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

He really wanted to go home for the holidays, but the boss said so, and he didn't have the courage to refuse, pitiful for the workers all over the world...

Zhang Yu laughed:
"I will give you three times the overtime pay, and I promise you that the team will not miss the Christmas game in the future. This time it will be used as a preview of Christmas in the future!"

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Sekinaw, Michigan.

Known as the "Beautiful Three Cities", this city on the shore of Lake Michigan is a declining heavy industrial city with a depressed economy and dilapidated streets, giving off a gloomy atmosphere everywhere.

Today is December 12th, and it is Christmas Eve at night. There is no snow in the sky, but the cold wind blowing from Lake Michigan is like a knife cutting across the ground, and only a few pedestrians pass by on the street. .

To the north of Sekinaw is the black ghetto, or ghetto, a patchwork of neighborhoods with dilapidated buildings and dingy streets that are a haven for drugs, crime and gangsters.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mary finished her third job of the day, dragged her exhausted body, and braved the cold wind to return home with difficulty.

The cotton coat on her body was worn out, and the cold wind blew in through several openings, making her shiver.

Her home is an old house facing the street, which is old and out of shape, but it is the best house she can rent. If she hadn't had six children, she would never have rented a place of this size .

For a single mother in a slum like her, raising children is the most important and only task in life.

Mary opened the door with the key, walked into the house, and hurriedly turned around to close the door to prevent the little heat in the house from escaping.

"Mom, you're back!" The two girls were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and immediately greeted them.

Mary Green patted the shoulders of the two daughters, saw the lights in the kitchen, and squeezed out a smile:
"Your brother is back?"

"That's right, he took Andrew and Judt to cook."

Mary nodded in relief. The eldest son is his greatest pride and the hope of the family.

She took off her coat, hung it on the hanger, walked towards the kitchen, and shouted:
"Brat, you still know how to come back!"

After she finished speaking, a dark-skinned young man flashed out of the kitchen. After seeing Mary, he laughed very happily;

"Mom! I bought you a present!"

He is two meters tall, with a strong figure, a typical black haircut, and a square circle of stubble under his jaw, which adds a bit of maturity to his immature face. His upper body is a T-shirt, and the muscles on his arms are well-defined. , Barely wearing a women's apron, even in winter, sweating all over his body, exuding a rough temperament.

He turned the kitchen knife full of traces of use in his hand upside down, handed it to a young man beside him, and ran upstairs, and after a while, he ran down with a women's down jacket, and the old wooden stairs were covered. He stomped.

When he came to Mary, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He looked down at the old-fashioned down jacket in his hand, and scratched his head in embarrassment:

"I'm sorry, Mom, I still have to buy gifts for Andrew, Judt, and Gianna. I really don't have enough money. I can only buy a few years ago..."

He spends all his time practicing and only has a small amount of time to work. When he returned home this time, he spent all his money to buy a bunch of Christmas presents for his family.

He knew that Mary was having a hard time supporting the family and had no spare money to buy gifts.

Mary looked at the young man in front of her, blinked her eyes, grabbed the down jacket with her right hand, held it tightly in her hand, but slapped his arm heavily with her left hand, stared at him and reproached:

"You don't practice well, why do you go to work? Don't you want to enter the NBA?"

Her gaze was fierce, as if she was about to hit her son, but the young man didn't show the slightest sign of fear, and just said in a slightly unreasonable voice:

"Your clothes are all torn. Andrew and the others also need gifts, so I..."

Snapped!
Mary patted her son hard again, and said loudly:
"How dare you talk back! It's not that I'm too old to make money. You can concentrate on playing basketball in the future and don't think about money. Do you hear me?"

Because of her exhaustion all day, she didn't have much strength. The young man's thick muscles blocked all the pain. He hugged Mary and said with a smile:

"Mom, I see, it's Christmas, be happy!"

Mary couldn't help laughing too:

"Okay, I'm going to change and cook... take off my apron!"

After another fuss, Mary entered the kitchen.

The young man was standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at Mary, who was busy humming in the kitchen, with a gentle expression on her rough face, but without the slightest sense of disobedience.

Although Mary was not forgiving, he could feel the joy in his mother's heart.

She just kept begging for life in this slum, and she had to wrap her soft heart with a hard shell and become a tough, tough, and even a bit vicious middle-aged woman in order to survive here and support her six-year-old family. children.

In the hearts of young people, Mary is the greatest person in the world.

He suddenly said:

"Mom, a scout contacted me and was very optimistic about me. He even suggested that I participate in the draft this year... Don't worry, I will definitely enter the NBA and let you live a good life!"

Mary was dealing with the low-quality turkey she bought from the community supermarket. She paused when she heard this, and asked seemingly casually:
"Really? Which team is it? You can't be a liar, right? Your statistics are not good, and people always say that you are not talented and your positioning is not clear...Is there really a team that likes you?"

The young man grinned, he heard his mother's concern, and replied:

"Warriors, that scout has a work permit. I checked carefully and it should be true."

After listening to his answer, Mary continued to handle the turkey in her hand, still urging in a rough voice:

"This is a good opportunity. You must play well and never go to work again, understand?"

The young man nodded, and said angrily:
"Obviously I'm the smartest player in the game, but the scouts say that I can't play in the NBA at all, and I will become a draft pick... I must slap them in the face!"

Later, he stopped being idle, but went into the kitchen and helped Mary prepare dinner.

At the age of 12, his father divorced Mary, leaving behind six children, which made him mature early, doing odd jobs during holidays, doing housework at home, and helping Mary support this suffering family.

"Ding--"

Just as the family was getting ready for Christmas Eve, the doorbell rang.

Mary's youngest daughter, Gianna, was playing in the living room. After hearing this, she came bouncing over, opened the door, froze for a moment, and then asked politely:

"Are you here to see my mother?"

Standing outside the door were two tightly wrapped men wearing hats. One was in the front, and his yellow face could be seen. Behind him was a Caucasian man, carrying a lot of things in his hands.

The leader laughed and said:

"Hello, I'm here to find Drummond Green, is he at home?"

"He's here, come in quickly..." Jaina nodded obediently, then turned and shouted towards the kitchen, "Drummond, your friend is here to find you!"

In the little girl's mind, if she knew her brother's name, she was her brother's friend.

The yellow-skinned young man walked into the room, stood by the door, didn't sit down in a hurry, but touched Jaina's head with a smile, took out a handful of candy from the pocket of the down jacket, and handed it over.

"Ah, thank you!" The little girl took it in surprise, showing a sweet smile.

At this time, the young man heard Jaina's call, walked out of the kitchen, and looked at the two people at the door with some doubts:

"I am Drummond Green, you are..."

The leader looked at Green, put down his hat, and said with a smile:

"Hello, Drummond, I think you should know me. You can call me Ronan, this is my assistant-Jonathan."

Another young man also put down his hat, nodded towards Green, looked at him with scrutiny, and said:
"Hello."

Is this the young man who made the boss travel all the way to Michigan and ruined my Christmas vacation?

Green immediately recognized who the person in front of him was. He opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief:

"Z...Coach Z?! Please come in...Andrew, Judt, call little Mary, clean up the house, hurry up!"

He hurriedly picked up the sundries on the sofa, and was about to go upstairs, but immediately realized that he was going to entertain guests, so he hurriedly greeted his younger siblings and asked them to help clean up, while he called Zhang Yu to sit down.

After hearing the movement, Mary washed her hands and came out of the kitchen. After Green called Zhang Yu's name, she wiped her apron with her hands in a panic, and said:
"Hi, Coach Z, I'm Drummond's mother, Mary Green, you're here..."

Because of her son's playing, she has been following the NBA all the time, so she naturally knows Zhang Yu's identity.

Green also looked at Zhang Yu nervously. He recalled what the scout had said to him, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart...

Zhang Yu looked Green up and down, and smiled slightly:
"Drummond, I think you should know why I'm here...I hope you can participate in next year's draft, enter the NBA, and play for me!"

(End of this chapter)