roccoschili Chapter 254 Chapter 263: Except for Game 7 of the Finals
Chapter 254 Chapter 263: Except for Game 7 of the Finals
Chapter 254 263: Except for the seventh game of the finals
"Do you think Mr. Popovich will come today?"
"I don't know, it's all caused by the Chinese. There's nothing to do in closed training, which made us all miserable."
"Hey! But don't say that what he said yesterday caused an uproar in the entire league!"
"That's true, but this year's major league news, at least six out of ten have something to do with him, which is rare in the history of the NBA!"
"Hey! Isn't it? His words came out yesterday, and the league seems to be preparing to issue a ticket!"
"Really? It doesn't matter! Anyway, he has an annual salary of several million, and a fine of tens of thousands is a piece of cake for him! Now it is 2 minutes before the start of the press conference, and neither of them came , This... will they not come?"
"No, this is a press conference stipulated by the league, and none of them will be absent."
At this moment, outside the door of the conference hall, there was also a conversation going on.
"Mr. Greg, you are so quick! I just arrived." Qin Tao leaned against the wall, pouted and said.
The old man stroked his gray hair and said, "Why are you waiting for me?"
"I want to go in with you! If you are late and I am not late, how much pressure will you have?" Qin Tao waved his hand and said.
"Oh! So Coach Qin is also considerate of others?" Gregg Popovich became interested, and he simply stood where he was, looking at Qin Tao with interest.
"Don't mention this, Mr. Greg, I'll treat you to tea after the game is over?" Qin Tao stood up straight and pulled his suit.
Popovich looked at Qin Tao, then at the reporters in the press room, and said, "You don't want to run out of time for the press conference, do you?"
"No!" Qin Tao shrugged with an innocent look on his face.
Popovich said calmly: "Mr. Qin, I found that you still have a very boring side!"
"Is there? I just want to contact my opponent before the game."
"What information do you think you can get? Anyway, you are going to lose." Popovich sneered.
"But God told me that we will win!" Qin Tao said devoutly.
"You can also lie to me with a child's trick? I have studied your god's left hand. It is nothing more than a signal to use tactics. If you dare to use it in the game today, I will shatter this so-called myth. "
"Really? As you wish, Mr. Gregg Popovich." Qin Tao said, extending his right hand friendly.But Popovich pulled his face, snorted, and said: "I don't have the habit of shaking hands with my opponents before games."
"Oh, that's okay, I'll treat you to tea after the game? Or coffee, if you like, let's have some wine?" Qin Tao retracted his hands while talking, without any embarrassment on his face.
"I'm not interested in drinking with my opponent." Popovich said with a straight face, and then he walked into the press room.Qin Tao was behind him, smiled and followed, a stubborn old man, even more stubborn than Larry Brown.
"Look, Popovich is here." Popovich's arrival caused a sudden commotion in the scene, and Qin Tao followed Popovich in, wearing a pair of oversized Tyrannosaurus glasses. , half of his face was blocked.
"Mr. Qin's eyes are so fast!" Popovich looked at Qin Tao and said sarcastically, "Is there anything you can't see? Or do Chinese people like to cover their eyes and most of their faces? "
Qin Tao was not annoyed either, he smiled and said, "Not only do I wear glasses faster, but I also have more eyes. After the Lakers win, I welcome you to my office to pick some to take away as souvenirs? If you don't want to walk , How many more do I have with me, will you choose later?"
"I have won too many victories. If I take away souvenirs every time, I can open a brother's waste recycling bin." Popovich retorted.
"Stop talking, Mr. Popovich, I hope you can still talk like this in two hours." Qin Tao gave Popovich a white look, and sat down calmly.As soon as he sat down, he didn't wait for the reporter to ask questions. He first said: "Mr. reporters, I have some news here, do you want to hear it?"
Hearing what Qin Tao said, the reporters immediately quieted down. It is not unusual for Qin Tao to have a big mouth. It is already a consensus that almost everything Qin Tao says can become news.So when he said this, the reporters who should take pictures turned their cameras on Qin Tao, and those who should record also turned their ears up.
Qin Tao intentionally waited for a few seconds, and after whetting his appetite, he said: "Actually, I just want to reveal that the Hand of God will appear in a game later! In addition, Mr. Popovich just said that he wants to break The so-called myth of the hand of God." After he finished speaking, he immediately turned his attention to Popovich, and everyone at the scene also turned their attention to Popovich. The two of them were late for 5 minutes just now. The resentment was also thrown into the sky.
Popovich's face became more gloomy, and he cursed himself for being careless and falling into Qin Tao's pit, "Yes, I said that. In fact, his so-called God's left hand is just for the team to use. It's just a signal of some kind of tactics."
"Mr. Popovich, since you said it was just a signal, why did the Lakers win the game when God's left hand appeared? No matter how dangerous their previous situation was." A reporter immediately stood up and retorted.
Popovich sneered: "First of all, they are very strong, and secondly, every coach should have a premonition of the results of his next tactics. He just calculated a little more accurately and was a little bolder. A little better luck."
"Mr. Popovich, are you refuting God?"
"God? Even if God played in the Lakers' jersey, San Antonio would beat him." Popovich said calmly.
The reporter wanted to continue asking questions, but Qin Tao thought about the microphone and said, "I see that you all have a lot of questions to ask Mr. Popovich. I will give Popovich my time. I'm going first. You take your time." Let's chat." He adjusted his buttocks and left without leaving any room.And Popovich is not a fool, he just ignores the memory of so many people watching them dryly!He said directly: "I still have tactics to plan, so I'm leaving first." After speaking, he also turned his buttocks and left, leaving a group of reporters and classmates staring at the scene.
"It's so disrespectful, I'm going to complain to them."
"It's all that Chinese, really, he messed up everything."
"That's right, the Lakers must lose tonight..."
"I think so too."
...The reporters complained a lot in the press room, and they all sent their complaints to the Lakers, but Qin Tao didn't care about it!In Lao Tzu's home field, what are you reporters talking about, is it useful?The game that should be won will not be lost because of the clamor of the reporters, and the goal that should be scored will not pop out because of the hope of the reporters.
"Qin, at the press conference, you made everyone angry again!" Back in the locker room, Brown Xiao smiled wryly, "Do you think our pressure is not strong enough?"
"What's the matter? Well, they didn't pay me my salary, why should I be with them? If Mr. Bass sits below, I will definitely go on time and leave on time. They can't write news and have nothing to eat And I don’t care about my business, I won’t be able to share the rewards for their good news, so it’s tiring to be worthy of them!” Qin Tao found a chair and sat down, even with his knees, he knew it belonged to the Lakers Press officer Wall wanted to persuade Brown-Xiao to persuade Qin Tao, but he would never do it if Qin Tao thought it was a thankless task.
"Okay, Brown, call the players back! If you come back just to tell me this, it's really abnormal. Our coordination needs tacit understanding." Qin Tao said with a serious face.
"Uh... I know, I'm just afraid that the pressure on the team will be too great, alas!"
"Okay, you are kind too! I don't mean to blame you, go! Call them all back." Qin Tao waved his hand and said.
"Well! I'm going."
……
After the warm-up, the players returned to the locker room to make final preparations for the game.
Qin Tao stood in the middle of the locker room and shouted: "Brothers, I don't think I need to say more about today's game! Although this is just a regular season, can we lose against San Antonio? Even Lose to Boston, we can't lose to San Antonio today, you know?"
"Know!" The roar of the players indicates their firmness in their hearts. Facing San Antonio, no matter who is sitting here, their teeth itch.Even Michael Finley, who just joined the Lakers this year, hated the Spurs. During his years in the Mavericks, it was Popovich's silver and gray army that stopped the Dallas Three Musketeers. Now that he has come to the Lakers, of course He's here for the championship.But wouldn't it be a perfect thing to step on the last step of winning the championship by stepping on the dead body of the enemy?
"Okay, I won't talk about other nonsense, so as to save you from finishing talking about mothers-in-law, remember, today's game must be won. Except for the seventh game of the finals, there is no game in this world that can compete with today's game. You know, you know?" After a pause, Qin Tao continued: "By the way, Lamar, you must get a double-double tonight, or I'll let you finish a game after the season to run a marathon."
"Boss..." Odom found that the sweat was dripping from his head, he smiled wryly, "I will try my best."
"Well! Let me see your performance later!" Qin Tao slowly raised his left hand and shouted, "What time is it now?!"
"Competing time!"
The drums of war have sounded, this is just an ordinary regular season, but the meaning it contains is not an ordinary regular season at all, I am afraid that apart from the championship, nothing can compare with what this game contains Comparable to... Glory, money, hatred, face, record...
(End of this chapter)