NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 207 Catfish
After a week of rest, the Blazers finally assembled in Portland again. McMillan seriously handed over the new information to everyone who came to the arena. The series against the Suns is destined to be a tough battle, and no matter how much you prepare for it, you can’t overdo it.

Of course, McMillan did not expect Randolph and Aldridge to block the combination of O'Neal and Stoudemire. The Suns' winners are Nash and Stoudemire, and the Blazers' winners are Li Zheng.

First-year Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, first-year Duncan, first-year Chamberlain Russell, and first-year Jordan. Li Zheng’s comparison target has already jumped out of Durant, Oden, and even Kobe James. He has already been compared with these names. Neither the Blazers nor Li Zheng will be satisfied with breaking through the first round.

"I hope these bastards can be worthy of what the three of them made all night." McMillan rubbed his eyes wearily, and suddenly a sore feeling came from his shoulders, and when he looked up, it was indeed Li Zheng who was rubbing McMillan's shoulders seriously.

"Let Lee defend Amare, I'm really bored to death." The unsmiling Adelaide also made a rare joke. McMillan pretended to be angry and glared at Adelaide, and then he couldn't help laughing. The current atmosphere of the Blazers is tense but not panic.

Whether it was the new MVP Li Zheng who shot down the sun, or the sun that many fans thought was the real champion last year burned the last light of the Trail Blazers. Not only the fans are looking forward to this big show, but even the players on both sides are already excited about the upcoming battle.

"Hey, you have suffered in the last two days, boys, I don't care whether you practiced or not, and how you maintained your state, but now it's time to do everything. Phoenix is ​​an opponent we are familiar with. You feel more intuitive than me about how difficult they are. I don't want to say any nonsense to motivate you. You should have started to burn yourself." McMillan gave a mobilization speech to everyone seriously and affectionately. It's about to start burning.

"Appetizer, [-] laps around the field, let's do it." As soon as McMillan finished speaking, many people's faces turned ugly. As the results of the first round of the playoffs were confirmed one after another, the game between the Blazers and the Suns was just around the corner. The old coach used the strictest method to help them get back to the state of the game, but this method is destined not to be liked by the players.

"Let's have some fun. If the first person catches up to the last person, then everyone will add a lap together." McMillan showed a devilish smile. He noticed that Randolph pulled a few people over and whispered something. This is a rule full of loopholes, but the old man is not worried, because he has other preparations, full preparations.

"Run, run." Randolph moved lazily at a walking pace. Of course he did not reject training, but this kind of boring physical punishment training was not included.

Blake, Jared, Jack, and Webster were all slowly following Randolph, vividly reminiscent of the old man walking in the park. The rule McMillan said was only to run [-] laps. It didn't matter if they walked [-] laps slowly, as long as they ran at the same pace and at the same speed, they didn't even have to sweat.

"I'm so witty." Randolph murmured winkingly at everyone, but Li Zheng smirked and lowered his body, posing for a [-]-meter sprint. McMillan smiled and looked at Randolph, whose expression was gradually frightened.

"Quick! Get rid of that bastard Lee!" Randolph rushed out, but with his speed, he couldn't even catch Li Zheng's jersey. Li Zheng sprinted forward at the speed of an arrow from the string. Seeing this, Roy could only stride after Li Zheng's figure.

"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and hug Li!" Randolph finally gave up his leisurely pace, took big strides, dragged his heavy body, and chased after Li Zheng. Li Zheng's posture was obviously to give them extra meals, at least ten circles or more.

Only then did the Blazers react, one by one running around the field at a sprint speed. McMillan looked at the energetic players with his hands behind his back and smiled. His catfish plan seemed to be very successful.

Randolph took a small sip of water, and then poured the rest of the water on his head. He forgot how many laps he had run, forty?Or 45?This bastard Li Zheng tossed the entire Trail Blazers players enough. Li Zheng's strides were big and fast. They had exhausted all their strength to keep up. In the end, Randolph was led by Li Zheng for one lap, and then another lap. The only thing he could be sure of was that he added at least a dozen laps. He had quit women's hay and alcohol, but he didn't expect to be exhausted by running.

"Lee, Roy, Alder, Blake can't stand much." McMillan looked at the Trail Blazers cheerfully. Roy did a good job. Although these guys didn't dare to say how hard they trained this week, it was definitely not a waste of time. He was very satisfied with the current state of the Trail Blazers.

The Blazers did not choose opponents at the end of the season like the Spurs, control the record, and selectively rest the main players. McMillan did not intend to play these tricks. The Blazers as a whole also hoped to gain some record advantages for Lee's MVP.

"Good work, Zach, I thought you would violate our agreement, you are a real man." McMillan personally pulled Randolph up from the ground. Although Randolph was sweating profusely, his eyes were full of pride. This is a great deed that only Zach Randolph, who lost 25 kilograms this year, can do.

The staff pushed in more than a dozen fully packed huge cardboard boxes, and McMillan patted the stacked boxes, "This is your task tonight, and it is also a small gift from me and Li."

Randolph curiously leaned forward to open the cardboard box, and then the Blazers players looked worried at the tired face. What could make Randolph lose his eyesight? McMillan pulled out a delicate box from the cardboard box, "Last year and this year, all the game tapes of the Suns."

Everyone gasped. After watching two years of videos in one day, even if it can be fast-forwarded, this is still a big project. McMillan spread his hands, "Li has assigned tasks to each of you, I wish you good luck."

(End of this chapter)