God of NBA point guards

Chapter 111 Sir, I Think You Can Do Another Ten Years
On the court, Zhou Quan accepted a live interview with TNT TV station after lying down for a while.

"Iron Fist, it is said that your performance in the playoffs will decline, but you have played more efficiently. What makes you so efficient?" the reporter asked.

"The team is in trouble tonight. I have to get closer to the basket and play efficiently to help the team. That's why." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

The reason why he is efficient tonight is because of the huge effort in physical fitness, the whole process is constantly rushing, constantly rushing, getting up after being knocked down, plus defending without hesitation, and not hesitating injury, otherwise how could he have played such a performance?
The only regret is that he is more likely to make mistakes after getting into the crowd. He probably did not meet the system's requirements for the assist-to-turnover ratio, which needs to be made up for in the next series.

Back in the locker room, the team doctor gave him a massage on his calf, and then soaked him in an ice bucket.

The others were not as tired as him, and they were still very excited when they returned to the locker room, yelling, talking, and imagining how to win the second home game.

Indeed, being able to win despite such difficulties today gave them great confidence.

It's a good thing that self-confidence has improved, but Zhou Quan is not as optimistic as them.

Today he has overdrawn his physical fitness. It is almost unrealistic to want to play like tonight in the G2 game. His physical fitness is only level 92.

But if the Assassins, Joe Dumars, and Rodman can stand up, there is hope for two consecutive victories, because in real terms, the strength of this Knicks team will not be stronger than them, otherwise the rebounds tonight With such a big advantage, why did you lose?
"Iron Fist, this is your field data." Assistant coach Musk handed over a statistics sheet.

"Thank you."

Zhou Quan took it over and took a look.

Sure enough, the assist-to-turnover ratio was 2.5, which did not reach the excellent level of 3.

Chuck Daly talked to McCloskey outside for a while before coming in to wrap up the game.

"Gentlemen, you played a good defense tonight. This is commendable. We played a stronger defensive performance than the Knicks. This is the most important reason why we won the game."

"I would also like to praise Iron Fist. You know why. It is our rookie point guard who has played at a superstar level, so we have a chance to win the game."

"I won't say anything about the poor performance of some people. You must be ashamed. I hope you can perform better in the next game. Don't put the pressure on Iron Fist alone."

Having said that, he looked at the assassin, then at Joe Dumars, and Rodman.

It is these three guys, two main players and one important substitute, who did not perform well tonight, and the others performed well.

Although Joe Dumars scored 16 points and his shooting percentage was not low, he didn't have a single rebound, breakthrough, or kill. He was very dissatisfied with Joe Dumars' performance today.

Joe Dumars' performance increased the pressure on Tekken. Although he won tonight, Tekken's excessive consumption of energy will definitely affect the performance of the next game.

Then the players began to take a shower, and Daly called Joe Dumars out, and the two began to communicate in the corridor outside.

"Joe, why didn't you break in tonight? I asked you so much," he asked gravely.

Joe Dumas said awkwardly: "Chuck, I don't have the breakthrough ability of Iron Fist."

Daly shook his head and said: "The inside line comes out to cover you, there is no space inside, you can rush in, I know you have this ability.

So tell me what do you think?Is it because there are two championships and you don't want to fight anymore?You promised Iron Fist that everyone will work together, and you are still the leader of this team. "

"No, of course not."

Joe Dumas shook his head quickly, and said helplessly: "Oakley and Ewing's defense is quite rough, especially Oakley, his defense is to fight, Iron Fist was brought down by him at least five times today, I am also old now Now, if you get injured, you may be like Isiah and can no longer help the team."

A trace of sadness flashed in Chuck Daly's eyes. Once upon a time, as long as Lambiel stood under the basket, who would dare to rush in wantonly from other teams in the league?

And now, as the main shooting guard of the Bad Boys Corps, Joe Dumars dared not attack the Knicks' basket.

After all, I still lost my vigor. With two championships and an FMVP, I will not do everything for honor now.

Look at Tekken, how much did you pay for the victory of a G1 battle?

But he understands that this is the difference between the old and the new.

The G2 battle is on the 25th, and now he only hopes that Zhou Quan's physical fitness can recover.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that although the nominal leader of the team is still Joe Dumars, in fact, the replacement of the old and the new has been completed, and Zhou Quan has become the most important person. Still intentionally, the burden has been handed over to Zhou Quan.

But at this time Joe Dumas said: "Jack, don't worry, I will work hard in the next game. I am really just afraid of getting injured and can no longer help the team. If you want me to increase breakthroughs, I can."

"That's good. But you don't really get hurt. Without you, Iron Fist can't support the piston now." Chuck Daly nodded in relief, and his mood improved.

"Coach Musk, have the results of those three games come out?" In the locker room, Zhou Quan was holding a towel and was about to take a shower, then stopped and asked again.

Rick Musk nodded: "The Green team won the Pacers, 113:124, and won by 9 points."

Joe Dumars who just came in was surprised: "The score is so high, didn't they strengthen their defense?"

Musk laughed and said: "Today they all feel good, and the hit rate is actually over [-]%.

One thing they are very similar to us tonight, the Green team grabbed 48 rebounds, the Pacers only had 24, the gap is bigger than us. "

Zhou Quan and others couldn't help laughing, 24 rebounds short, the Pacers can still score 113 points, it is indeed strong enough.

Musk said again: "The Western Sun defeated the Spurs, 111:117, and the score was also very high. The Warriors lost to the Sonics, with a score of 117:109."

Defensive coach Relo Wilt said with a smile: "The Warriors are third in the Western Conference and lost to the sixth Sonics. They have offense but no defense. It is not surprising to lose."

"It seems that the game between us and the Knicks is the least entertaining." Zhou Quan complained and walked to the bathroom.

"No, Tekken, although our game score is low, it is not bad to watch. You can often pass some unbelievable balls, and you and others can often hit dunks. There are always several times in a game. Kind of ball, our ratings in the regular season are not bad."

Joe Dumars followed in with a towel.

"is it?"

Zhou Quan became happy.

If the ratings are poor, there will be fewer live broadcasts across the United States, which will definitely affect him, so a team's style of play is also very important, and it must be entertaining, at least in the regular season.

An hour later, the post-match press conference was held.

In the Knicks press conference hall, the reporters asked questions enthusiastically.

"Coach Riley, what's the reason for today's loss?" the New York Daily reporter asked.

Riley said seriously: "There are many reasons, the most important are three.

One, the Pistons played a strong overall defense, which prevented us from playing an efficient offense.

Second, we suffered a disadvantage in the first position and were unable to organize an attack.

Third, our own defense is not the best. The most typical example is that we have not succeeded in restricting Tekken's performance on the offensive end. He frequently hits the paint area, makes kills, assists, and scores by himself, forming a huge threat to us. .

Finally, there are too many turnovers, and these add up to make our offense a mess. Even with a huge advantage on the boards, we can't win the game. "

"What changes do you think should be made in the next game in order to win the away game?" the reporter asked.

Pat Riley said: "There are not many ways, the strength of the Pistons is so strong, they are the strongest defensive team in the league, so he wins us, we win him, it is possible.

My approach is to improve our weaknesses while maintaining our strengths.

To be precise, it is to strengthen the defense, prevent the opponent from forming an impact on our penalty area, and continue to maintain our advantage in rebounding. "

"Patrick, are you satisfied with your performance today?" A reporter asked Ewing.

Ewing hated reporters the most. Hearing this question, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

With a stiff face as if hesitating, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then smacked his lips, as if trying to organize his words, and finally said expressionlessly: "I will work harder."

That's it?You thought about it for 2 minutes?The reporters below were speechless.

On the Pistons side, the atmosphere is much better than on the Knicks side.

"Iron Fist, you played such a good performance tonight, smashing those remarks that your performance in the playoffs will decline in one fell swoop, what do you want to say most at this moment?" A reporter asked.

"The team's victory is the best thing tonight, personal data is not important."

After Zhou Quan said this tall sentence, he felt that his image was a little more stalwart.

But, isn't it a bit hypocritical?For system tasks, he still attaches great importance to personal data.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was applause at the scene, and Pistons general manager McCloskey took the lead in the applause.

He liked the young man he had chosen more and more. Today, Iron Fist's breakthroughs again and again made him seem to see the kind of sharpness that can pierce everything in an assassin at his peak.

"Tekken, in the next series, can you still perform tonight's performance?" A reporter asked again.

Zhou Quan said truthfully: "I am only responsible for playing with my best, and the result is something that can only be decided by God.

Well, God, you can be understood as your God. "

"Troy?"

McCloskey called his assistant Weaver out of the press conference hall, went to a secluded place and said, "Troy, are you ready?"

Weaver was in a daze, old man, what are you going to do?You don't want to fire me, do you?I've been with you for so many years, you can't be so ruthless, can you?
McCloskey sighed and said, "Troy, you have performed well these years. Now my energy is a little low and I am about to retire. I plan to recommend you to my boss to take my position."

"what?"

Weaver felt a big pie hit on his head, causing gold stars to appear on his head, he quickly shook off the feeling of dizziness, and said with a face full of reluctance: "Sir, I think you can do it again." ten years."

"Do you really think so?"

Smiling, McCloskey looked at Weaver playfully.

Weaver wanted to give himself a slap in the face, and hurriedly said sincerely: "Sir, you are 66 years old, now you are retiring and returning to your family, I think it is a good idea, and I also hope to live a comfortable retirement life at your age. Like traveling around the world? That would be great!"

"Nice suggestion."

McCloskey nodded, with a look of nostalgia on his face. Although he looked at Weaver, his eyes were not on his face, and he murmured: "I have spent 79 years since I became the general manager of the Pistons in 13." In the past 13 years, I am very satisfied with all the decisions I have made."

Having said that, his attention returned to Weaver's face, and he said seriously: "Troy, I selected Isiah in 81, and he brought two championship trophies to the Pistons. Decide.

And last year, I picked Iron Fist, and I still think it was the right decision, you know what I mean? "

Weaver paused in his heart, nodded quickly and said, "Yes, sir, I think so too."

"so what?"

McCloskey stared at Weaver and said.

Weaver's thoughts changed in an instant, and he said quickly: "Sir, if you really let me take over the position of general manager, I will continue your idea of ​​building a team, with Iron Fist as the core, to create a competitive championship-level team." line-up."

McCloskey nodded, sighed again in his heart, he said so now, but he can't control what Weaver will do in the future.

He still has a good understanding of Weaver's ability. This is the best successor he can find at present, and he has cultivated it by himself. He is also an old man of the Pistons, and he is also worthy of trust.

But everyone thinks differently. Weaver will definitely form his own team building ideas in the future. What will be the fate of the Pistons in the future? Whether Iron Fist can have the status of an assassin under Weaver's hands, he can't guarantee .

"What do you think of this first-round series?" he asked again.

Weaver hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It is very difficult, but it is not impossible, our strength should be stronger than theirs.

In the main lineup, they only have one Ewing. They don't have strong second and third scoring points. They rely too much on Ewing. As long as we limit Ewing, we will have a chance.

Our main lineup has three main scoring points: Iron Fist, Joe Dumars, and Ulrich. In fact, our main lineup has stronger offense.

The problem is that Ulrich's dunking style of play is more suitable for the regular season. He only scored 10 points tonight. Lethality, so whether the main lineup can take advantage depends on the iron fist. "

McCloskey nodded, glad that Weaver recognized the importance of an iron fist.

"It's too difficult to win tonight. I hope Isiah and Dennis' status can come back, so we will be more sure." Weaver said.

The conversation between the two ended here. McCloskey was old, so he went home to rest first, and Weaver continued to stay and preside over the work.

……

The game ended at 10:30, and it was a little closer when Zhou Quan drove away from the Palace of Auburn Hills, nearly [-] kilometers away, and it was past two o'clock in the morning when he returned home.

He ate something in the locker room and fell asleep when he got home. When the phone rang and woke up, it was already dawn, and he picked up the watch on the bedside table. At ten o'clock, he slept for more than seven hours.

"It's so early, who's calling?"

Wiping his eyes, he picked up the microphone on the extension phone that was still ringing at the head of the bed, and said casually, "Hello, I'm Zhou Quan."

"Hello, I'm Zhou Ye, hee hee, big brother..."

A girl's cute voice sounded from the microphone, which revived Zhou Quan's spirit, and the sleepiness that had not yet dissipated was swept away, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that it is our little Ye Zi, why are you calling Big Brother at this time?"

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening in China, and there was a [-]-hour time difference between Detroit and China, which meant that Zhou Ye's words were smiling, otherwise he would suspect that something happened at home.

"Hee hee, Dad said you were playing in the playoffs. Mom didn't let me call you. I waited for them to sleep and called quietly. I counted the time difference. It should be ten o'clock in the morning where you are, and the elder brother didn't make any noise. You?" Zhou Ye smiled.

It can be heard that the younger sister lowered her voice, and he hurriedly said: "No, I've already woken up. Little Ye Zi, won't it affect tomorrow's class if you don't go to bed so late?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday. How is my homework? Double hundred marks, it doesn't matter. Brother, I miss you. When are you coming back?"

"Brother will be back in a while, soon, you should go home before your summer vacation."

"Yeah!"

Zhou Ye cheered, and shouted again: "Brother, I told my classmates that you are very good at basketball, but they didn't believe it. When you come back, let them take a good look... Oh, no!"

Zhou Ye's exclamation sounded from the other end of the phone, and then her mother Lin Yufen complained: "Little Ye Zi, why did you secretly call your elder brother in the middle of the night? You are getting more and more courageous!"

"Brother, I'm dead!"

With a bang, the phone was hung up.

Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment, this little girl might be punished.

The second brother, Zhou Jun, is four years younger than him. In 76, he will graduate from junior high school soon. He is more introverted than him, and his academic performance is average.

My younger sister, Zhou Ye, is nine years younger than him. She is only in the third grade. She was born in 81 just before the full implementation of family planning. She is very bright and lively.

Their family is a half-household, that is, their father has an urban hukou, their mother has a rural hukou, and their children live with their mother. The three brothers and sisters all have rural hukou and can only study in their hometown.

He grew up in his rural parents in Changde, where he went to elementary school and junior high school, as did his second brother, who went to elementary school there for three years.

In those years, my mother took the three brothers with me in my hometown, and my father worked alone in Changsha, returning home only once a month.

My mother is very busy at home alone, and there is a lot of work in the fields. Most of the time, he takes care of his younger siblings. The relationship between the three siblings is very good.

The year he graduated from junior high school, that is, in 86, he happened to be 14 years old, his second brother was 10 years old, and his younger sister was only 5 years old. My father tried everything possible to get rid of all the relationships that could be left, and gave a lot of gifts. Finally, my mother The household registration of the brothers and sisters was transferred to Changsha, so that they could follow their father to Changsha and reunite with the family.

These two siblings, who grew up behind his buttocks, liked them very much. Before returning to China, they had to prepare some gifts for them.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of one more thing. He was going back to China soon, and the family didn't have a car. Should he buy a car to take home?
There are not many car models in China at present, and there is no choice. The only better one is Santana. It is said that it is still expensive. Buying a car in China is not in his mind.

However, there should be no policy for individuals to import cars in China at present, and there is a tax-free policy for foreign students, but that also means buying domestically produced cars at home and not buying them abroad.

(End of this chapter)