There were four people in the office building, and David Hornersek was sitting on a single sofa.

A flat-headed black man stood in the middle of the house, wearing sportswear, about the same size as Wang Jun, had a thin figure and a little nervous expression.

Next to him was a white man with small gold-framed glasses. He was dressed in clothes and ties for five or six, but his squinting eyes, his face was covered with acne pits, his bare forehead, and his hair was combed aside. His image was destroyed, giving people a feeling of being a menopausal uncle who was stumbled in a company and waiting for retirement.

The white man was named Jill Adamson, and he was the team's first assistant coach. He looked at the small curly-haired old man sitting at the desk, splashing.

"Johnny, I can guarantee that Ricken is a good player. If you want, we can go to the stadium for a full test now. Yes, he is a little thin, but he can run 11 seconds at a speed of 100 meters. Do you know what this means? We can fight back better in the new season, and he will definitely adapt to the team's tactics quickly."

Johnny Strack is the head of the school's sports department. If you want to join the team with a scholarship, in addition to the coaching staff nodding, he, the director, also has to agree to sign.

He also called David to the office and asked Adamson to introduce the black players, hoping that they would reach an agreement. After signing Ricken, the task was completed this summer, and he did not have much hope for Chinese players.

Adamson seems to be determined to win. "There is only one full scholarship quota left, so don't think about it, just sign him. What good players can come out in Chinese sports schools? David, our goal this season is to enter the championship, we need instant combat power, and we don't have time to train new players. The Chinese you are talking about is not the inside, but the outside. Does China have a good outside?"

David didn't sit up and listed the facts directly. "Don't you watch basketball games? The Chinese have better shooting skills than local black players. Their wrists are very flexible. Even big centers like Yao Ming and ** can shoot three-pointers. We were eliminated last season, not because we were not counterattacked fast enough, but because we lacked pitchers. When Carman was double-teamed, if we could make more open three-pointers on the outside, how could we get out?"

"Oh, that Chinese is good at shooting? Why not let him and Ricken conduct a test tomorrow, and everyone decide together?" Adamsen smiled slightly and his expression was full of disdain.

Ricken Moore is a player from Jackson Christ High School in Michigan. He was a main shooting guard on the varsity team in high school. He is good at breaking through and fast breaks.

Compared with him, Wang Jun's qualifications do seem very amateur.

Americans are generally not optimistic about Chinese outside players, and only Hu Weidong is the only one who has an impression. He is called Chinese Jordan and has a comprehensive reach, but he has not been able to enter the NBA. When it comes to Chinese outside players, most Americans feel that their physical fitness is definitely not good.

Johnny was very small and only about 1.7 meters tall when he stood up, but he was very aura as the leader. He interrupted the two of them loudly. "No matter who the last place is given, you must agree. David, I personally prefer to sign Ricken. If you say that Chinese people want to play basketball, they have to find a lawyer to change their visa to a three-year study abroad visa. It's very troublesome... Also, why don't you bring him here to meet us today?"

If you see him now, you will definitely agree that he is not qualified. When he first met Wang Jun, David also felt it was difficult to fight well, so he wanted to buy time for Wang Jun.

"It's still a month before the decision is coming, so there's no need to be so anxious, right? Why both of them prepare first and wait a month before the test? Ricken is the main player in three-point shooting. If he can hit about 50% of his three-point shooting in training, I have no objection."

Ricken's face turned ugly. The 50% three-point shooting percentage was a fantasy for him. There were no detailed statistics in high school, but he knew that he had made a three-pointer throughout the season, which was still a pity. Even if he practiced for a month, he would not be able to become a pitcher.

Adamson laughed, not hiding his sarcasm. "Why have to wait for a month? Is the Chinese you mentioned now so shameless to meet people?"

David snorted. "Mr. Adamson, you are just an assistant coach, you have always been. No matter what attitude you put on, this will not change at all. You'd better put your priority. I believe in my own eyes. I said that one month is one month, so that they can prepare well and face this test with the best mental state. I look forward to the team achieving good results than you, the assistant!"

"Hmph, let's see, one month is just one month."

Adamson still surrendered. He was not the head coach and the school did not have the idea of ​​resigning David and letting him replace him.

He was very dissatisfied and thought David was nothing special. He became famous only because his son was a NBA star.

The two of them faced each other in the office, and Johnny had a headache. The bad relationship between the assistant coach and the head coach was a big hidden danger to the team.

Adamson is the assistant of the team's former coach Brian Elleb. He is good at arranging the defensive system and can also play the fast attack style. He has some skills. The Wolverines' defense has been very stable in recent years. Failure to achieve results is a disadvantage in offense and lack of star players.

In May 2001, Brian resigned and Adamson had a great hope of becoming a successor. But at this time, the school heard that David lived in Ann Arbor and asked him to come to the team as the head coach, so that Adamson would continue to be an assistant.

Adamson was not unemployed and his ability to work was recognized, but he did not get what he wanted.

The two worked together for a season and there were many differences in tactical opinions.

David, who was born in a basketball family, hopes to play positional battles, combine internally and externally, pick-and-roll, and these basic NCAA tactics to make the team's offense full of layers. Adamson wants to fight quickly while stabilizing defense. In his opinion, college teams have many loopholes in the defensive end, and speeding up the pace is the easiest to ensure efficiency.

As a result, the second-year player Kaman, who was valued by David, was double-teamed on the offense every game, with average performance, playing 20 games, averaging 12.6 points, 8.8 rebounds and 1.76 blocks per game. In order to strengthen the offense, the Wolverines focused on fast counterattacks in the second half of the season, and the outside players' data improved, but unfortunately they still lost and failed to enter the championship.

After the discussion, Adamson and Ricken left first, and Johnny left David to chat.

"I don't know what charm does that Chinese have to make you persist so much. I hope that in a month, he won't let us down. You have to achieve results this season, and everyone is not satisfied with a 50% winning rate."

"I'm not satisfied myself." David nodded with a plain face. "Believe me, as long as this Chinese is left behind, the overall strength of the team will be improved to a higher level."

"I hope so."

David knew that if the grades did not improve significantly, the head coach would have to be replaced. Last summer, the school contacted Tommy Amack to compete with him, a very experienced guy.

He hopes that Wang Jun will win the last place, and does not expect Wang Jun to become the team's scoring champion, but that with the pitcher, Kaman can release all his energy.

I hope he can succeed, and never remain the same image in a month.
Chapter completed!