Back in 84, he became Jordan’s lifelong enemy!

Chapter 174 Draft target? Karl Malone!

"Welcome back heroes!"

"To my favorite Sonics players, come back and win the championship!"

"These boys were NBA champions in the 84/85 season!"

"Dear heroes, we love you!"

"Su Wen, I love you! Marry me and go home!"

"Su Wen, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

Slogans were shouted loudly, and banners and lights took up most of the ceiling. As soon as Su Wen and others got off the plane, they were enthusiastically welcomed by local fans.

Countless fans gave out loud cheers the moment they appeared.

There was also a very courageous and open-minded girl who held a banner and shouted hysterically at Su Wen.

It was so welcoming and the atmosphere was so lively that the entire terminal was packed to the rafters.

Men and women, old and young, all cheered at them.

Looking at the excited faces and crazy shouts, Su Wen was suddenly deeply moved and bowed solemnly to them.

"Thank you for your support!"

Seeing this, his teammates followed suit and bowed to the fans one after another!

Then, the fans shouted louder, and the scene was almost out of control. Screams were everywhere, as if they were about to break out of the cordon, and it was extremely crazy.

If it weren't for the police officers around who voluntarily quarantined themselves, Su Wen and others might have been trampled to pieces by these fans.

They walked peacefully, oh no, walked very hard. They were surrounded and hugged by fans along the way.

For this reason, they did not hesitate to be patient and send autographs to the fans one by one.

It wasn't until more than an hour before they got out of the airport and took the bus back to the club.

But while driving on the road, they encountered more fans, a geometric increase. They all stood on both sides of the road, singing and dancing towards their bus.

The young players haven't felt anything yet, but the coaching staff who have played for the team for several years have been moved to tears.

Especially Lenny Wilkens, with tears in his eyes, he kept waving thank you out the window.

The bus stopped at the club headquarters, and the entire headquarters building was surrounded by more fans.

The black heads of people stretched as far as the eye could see, filling the surrounding streets. I just wanted to see them.

When they got off the bus and walked toward the headquarters gate, they were greeted with huge cheers.

Anyway, they got superhero treatment all the way back.

"Welcome back, our hero!"

Inside the gate of the headquarters, there is a row of management personnel. Standing in the center is the new owner of the team, Barry Ackley, and several of his children.

"Su, Su, Su!"

Among the boss's children, the oldest one, a boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, jumped up and down like a wild horse when he saw Su Wen.

If his father hadn't been holding him back, he would have rushed out.

"Hi Chris!"

Su Wen took the lead, walked up to the child, stroked his head and said, "How are you lately?"

"YES!"

Being touched like this by Su Wen, Chris Ackerley became even more excited. He jumped up and hugged Su Wen's waist like a sloth, hanging on it. He said ecstatically: "Su, congratulations." You guys, win the championship for us!”

"I've always been a fan of yours."

"Thank you!"

Su Wen felt a little uncomfortable being hugged by him. He pulled him for a long time before pulling him down, then grabbed his arms and said with a serious smile: "You are my best fan."

Chris Ackerley smiled even wider.

Others around him, in this warm and intimate scene, watched happily and did not disturb him, not even Barry Ackley himself.

This middle-aged man seems to be happy for his son to be intimate with the superstar of his own club.

After Suvin and Chris Ackerley both separated, the management welcomed all the players and coaching staff into the headquarters.

The team owner is going to take the management and bring everyone into the meeting room to prepare some rewards.

Whether it is a verbal or substantial reward.

Of course, all they get is lip service.

The boss gave a speech on the rostrum in the conference room, praising the efforts and achievements of the players, as well as the work of the coaching staff and management, and then left with his children satisfied.

He was not Principal Wang. The cash reward or other substantive reward that Su Wen was waiting for would never be seen.

As soon as the boss left, it was the turn of the team president, vice president, general manager, vice president of affairs, etc. to take the stage and give a speech.

"I'll just say a few words!"

"A lot has been said before, so I won't go into details. I will just talk about a few points."

"The bosses have talked too much before, but I only have one point to say."

Bah bah bah, these high-level officials spoke for almost half an hour.

By the time Les Haberg arrived, everyone was already impatient. Su Wen also felt the torment of frequent meetings as a project leader in his previous life.

On the contrary, Haberg didn't say much. He only used one sentence to thank the team and management for their efforts throughout the season, and then announced that the celebration banquet would be held two nights later.

As soon as they heard that there was a celebration banquet, all the players suddenly stopped feeling sleepy and their eyes lit up.

This is much more affordable than verbal recognition.

The awards ceremony ended quickly, and just as Su Wen was about to follow the crowd and prepare to leave for home, Haberg suddenly found him with a smile on his face.

"Les, what are you doing?"

When he was stopped, Su Wen asked in surprise.

He thought this guy was going to secretly give himself some reward on behalf of the club.

Who knows, the other party just walked over naturally and said with a smile:

"You have won the championship, which is very worthy of congratulations. It has given us, the management, the best reward for our year's work."

"However, celebration is a celebration, we still have a lot of work to do next."

"For example, the upcoming draft." "Draft?" Su Wen was stunned, "What does this have to do with me?"

I'm not a fucking manager.

Su Wen did not intend to participate in the selection of the team, and he was too lazy to participate.

If you have this time, you might as well go home and take a nap.

"Of course it does."

Haberg was noncommittal about Su Wen's words. He explained: "As the core of the team, you must know better than us the flaws of the lineup and which positions need to be strengthened."

"That's just the first point."

He stretched out his second finger and continued: "Second point, you played in the college league for one year last year and won the NCAA championship."

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed: "Su, you are simply a god!"

"You just won the NCAA championship last year, and you won the NBA championship this year. Everywhere you go, wherever you win the championship, you are so outstanding that I am extremely shocked."

"Uh"

Su Wen scratched his head and said humbly: "It's due to strength, and I don't want to!"

"What a strength!" Haberg clapped his palms and smiled appreciatively: "I just like your confidence!"

"Ok."

Su Wen didn't want to hear so many compliments anymore, so he asked: "Then what?"

"Um"

Haberg did not expect that he was not impressed by his compliments. He pondered for a while and then continued: "I want to hear your opinion about the next draft."

"We now have two first-round picks. One is the two first-round picks we got from the Dallas Mavericks in exchange for you last year."

"When you are playing in the playoffs, the results of the lottery ceremony have already been announced. The two first-round picks are the 16th and 17th picks respectively."

"Although the pick is not high, it can still select good players for us to a certain extent."

"Including our original first-round picks, there are three in total. So, based on your impressions in the NCAA tournament last year, who do you think we should focus on?"

Three first-rounders is so much?

Su Wen was a little surprised.

But I soon came to my senses.

The first two first rounds were high-quality assets brought by him.

He finally understood that he would be asked about a player like himself for the draft of the Badminton Team.

As the core of the team and having just led the team to win the championship, Haberg wanted to show his respect and attention to him in this way.

In addition, I have just left college basketball and have a certain understanding of my former teammates or opponents, so I want to get some advice from myself.

After all, as a player, he has played against many opponents, and his experience is deeper than that of a scout, and he knows the strengths and weaknesses of these opponents better.

"You ask me?"

Su Wen raised his eyebrows, a little rudely, and said eagerly: "Then I'll say it."

Haberg raised his right hand, with a posture of 'please speak, I am all ears'.

"Well" Su Wen thought for a while, searched his mind, and then carefully gave his choice, "Patrick Ewing."

"Our lineup lacks such a powerful center the most."

"???"

Haberg was dumbfounded and looked at him blankly, thinking he heard wrongly, "Who are you talking about?"

"Patrick Ewing." Su Wen repeated seriously.

"Oh My God"

Haberg slapped his forehead and said, 'Are you kidding me?' ' with an expression on his face, he said speechlessly: "Su, don't you know that Patrick Ewing is the favorite to be the No. 1 pick?"

"Maybe it can no longer be described as a favorite. He is 100% sure to be the No. 1 pick. The Knicks will not miss him."

"How can we, the three fringe first-rounders, compete with the Knicks?"

"Uh" Su Wen smiled. He just teased the general manager and didn't really think he could win Ewing.

He scratched his head and gave the real candidate, "None of you can ignore it, but Joe Dumas of McNeese State University, don't miss it!"

"Oregon State University's AC Green is also good. He will be a supplement to our perimeter."

"And, if you can, Louisiana Tech's Karl Malone, I hope you can get it too."

Su Wen remembers that the top two picks were not high, especially Joe Dumars, the smiling assassin backcourt partner of the Pistons who won two consecutive championships in the late 80s. The hero of the championship seemed to be only the No. pick. Eighteen.

Their first-round pick from the Mavericks was just enough for the Sonics to win it in advance.

And AC Green, one of the future Lakers' starting members to win the championship, an 'abstinence' warrior, is ranked lower than Dumars, has good defensive ability, is 206cm tall, can play both inside and outside, and is a good complement to the bench.

At his peak, he averaged 14+9 per game.

He can even be a starter easily

You can kick El Wood out, hehe.

Su Wen thought thoughtfully.

As for Karl Malonesuvin, he was just talking. He didn't think the team could win the 'Postman'.

Although Malone's pick is not high, it will definitely be taken by the Utah Jazz with a higher pick.

This guy seems to be the 13th pick, just like Kobe.

As Su Wen gave three choices, Haberg frowned.

He didn't expect that when he asked, the other party would actually give out his candidate, which surprised him a little and was also very tricky at the same time.

Because he had almost no impression of these three people.

They are neither big favorites nor members of the Final Four team, so they are little-known.

"Ok."

Despite this, Haberg still expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you for your choice, we will definitely consider it seriously."

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