basketball player

486 Chapter 484: Just a drink
Unlike poor Pat Riley, Henson has been extremely relaxed these two days.

In June, the warm sunshine keeps the air in Indianapolis clean and pleasant.He usually went for a walk after dinner, or went to play golf with Mr. Mars.Henson didn't like golf before, and what he liked wasn't golf itself.

This Chinese coach is just enjoying the feeling of flying the ball with a hard shot on the endless golf course.Perhaps, this is also one of Henson's ways to decompress himself.

The finals are coming, but Henson fell into a kind of peace and tranquility.After all, this is Henson's third consecutive year in the Finals.He already knew very well how to deal with such a big scene.

"Tell me, after I retire, how boring life will be." After he slammed the golf ball into the air, Henson pretended to cover the sunlight with his hand to watch the flight trajectory of the golf ball, and then chatted with Mars beside him.

"How can it be boring? You can engage in business development. Maybe, Vivek will hand over his company to you to clean up?" Mars smiled, and also drew a shot.

Of course, the way Marrs hits the ball is very particular.Play golf with Henson, he always wins.

"There are 7 more games at most, and I will bid farewell to this league. But until now, I don't know how to announce this matter. Until now, my players still think that they will still be able to fight with me next season. Do you think I am cowardly?"

"You just love that team and that court too much, Henson. Don't worry, even the greatest players and coaches will go through such moments. Phil Jackson and Jerry Sloan have a good time after they say goodbye to basketball."

"Moisture? According to my knowledge, Jerry Sloan's dementia has become more and more serious. As for Phil Jackson, the pretender, he still has a place in the management of the Knicks. He just bid farewell to the coaching bench, not the basketball court completely. So, once we say goodbye to the game, few people like us can live a nourished life. For us, this is not just a job, but also a part of life."

After Henson finished speaking, he drew a beautiful arc.The white golf ball landed on the lawn, bounced a few times, and went straight into the hole!Mars was shocked, this was a goal from a distance of about 100 meters!

"Good luck, Coach Henson." Mars shook his head. This was the first time he lost to Henson on the golf course.

"Most people think that my success is luck, but in fact, I prefer to control my own destiny. I don't want to be bound by this damn heart." Henson replied meaningfully.

Mars froze in place, then smiled slightly.Yeah, when did Henson let it go?Perhaps one day, people will see Henson Joe on the basketball court.

give up?Henson Joe didn't know how to write the word.

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Popovich didn't know how to describe his mood. He was proud of the team's ability to solve the Thunder within 6 games. He once again brought the Western Conference championship trophy to the city of San Antonio.It stands to reason that he and his players should be very excited now, and can't wait to make an impact on the championship.

However, this year, facing the opponents who will meet in the finals, Popovich has some fears in his heart.

That's right, fear.The old man no longer knew how long the emotion of fear had not arisen in his heart.But when he got off the plane, set foot on Indianapolis soil, and saw a huge poster of the Pacers near the airport, the fear spread throughout Popovich.

While the fear was fleeting, Popovich admitted that the Pacers made themselves feel scared.

Sweeping the Heat 4-0, this kind of thing is impossible even for the Spurs.Although the Heat's personnel composition does have some problems, they are still the top team in the league.

To complete a sweep in the playoffs, your strength must be much higher than that of the opponent.In other words, the strength of the Pacers is much higher than the top of the league!
Although the game has not yet started, Popovich already knows that this may be the most difficult finals he has played so far.

Either be humiliated to death, or become a legend.Best or worst, that's the situation facing the Spurs.

"Drip drip drip drip"

A burst of rapid phone ringtones pulled Popovich out of his mind wandering again. He took out his phone and looked, but the name on the caller ID surprised him.

"Henson?"

"Pop, I heard you've arrived in Indianapolis. How about it? Do you want to have a drink tonight? You bought me a drink once in San Antonio, and I haven't returned the invitation." Sure enough, the caller ID was correct, and Popovich was not dazzled.The caller was the head coach of the Pacers and Popovich's next enemy, Henson Joe!
"Okay, why not? It's just your body. Is it really okay to drink?" Popovich smiled. Although Henson is his biggest enemy now, he actually doesn't hate the Chinese coach.On the contrary, I really like it.

"No problem, don't worry. As long as I don't drink too much, my heart can take it. Then I'll book it like this. When you have time, I will send someone to pick you up."

Four hours later, at eight o'clock in the evening.Popovich and Henson Joe met in a small, quiet bar.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Henson booked the bar.So tonight, there are only two guests in the bar, Henson and Popovich.

"I thought you were staying up all night to study our game video. I didn't expect that you were in the mood to come out and drink? What, you are already full of confidence in the finals?" Popovich sat opposite Henson and asked jokingly.

"I would like to, but my heart won't allow me to do that. Don't you do the same? You may be the only person in the league who is willing to drink with their asshole head coach before playing the Pacers. Don't you have to study the Pacers game video?" Henson took a sip of his wine and gave a "counterattack".

"Research? We have been studying your team for a whole season. I can guarantee that half of the teams in the league have studied you in this way. The result? You still reached the damn finals. Researching the Pacers has no effect on winning. The only way to win you is to adapt to the situation during the game."

"Yeah, yeah, play it by ear. Too bad no team has really done it since late February. Not even your San Antonio Spurs."

Hearing what Henson said, Popovich suddenly remembered that Henson has not lost a game since his return to the eve of the finals. What a terrible opponent this guy is!

"Come on, Henson, you didn't ask me to come here just to show off your achievements." Popovich waved his hand, "Can't we just stop talking about work?"

"Just be patient, Pop. I just want to talk about work in the future, but I can't find anyone to talk to. After this season, I'm going to retire."

"Cough, cough, cough!" As soon as Henson finished speaking, the old man coughed.Obviously, he was choked on wine.

"What did you say!?" The old man's eyes widened. This was the most surprising time Henson had ever seen Popovich.

"I said, I'm going to retire after this season. Huh, it's not that hard to say. Thank you, Pop."

"Thank me for what? Seriously? Damn, don't make fun of me, Henson Joe."

"Thank you for being the first person to talk to me about this. I'm not joking. Next season, you just want to talk to me about work, and I won't talk about it. My body can no longer withstand the torture of the head coaching position. Therefore, I have at most seven games left with you in my career. That's why I called you, Pop. Show all your abilities and let's play a grand finals. I don't want any regrets in my career! Glad, you will accompany me through the career The guy who played the last few games of his career."

After Popovich finished listening, his surprised expression gradually returned to calm.Then, he shook his head regretfully.The league is about to lose a bright color, and he is about to lose an interesting opponent. Can Popovich not regret it?

"When are you going to make it public?"

"Before I told you about this matter, I was afraid to make it public. But just now, I found that it is not too difficult to make it public. So, on the night of the finals, I will publicly announce the news of my retirement."

"Cut, do you want to run after winning the championship?"

"Are you so sure that I can win the championship this season?"

Afterwards, the two fell into a few minutes of silence.But a few minutes later, Popovich was the first to open the conversation.

"Even if you don't have to say it, I will definitely do my best to deal with you. You want to have a great season, but you have already done it, Henson. Whether you can win the O'Brien Cup this season, you have already done it. One thing that interests me very much now is, would you like to make a bet with me?"

"Bet?" Now, Henson was surprised, "What bet?"

"I bet you won't leave the basketball court so easily, Henson Joe. I can tell which world you belong to. Except for the basketball court, no other place is suitable for you. Even if you retire, you may come out again in the future." Popovich looked serious.

"Hahahahahaha, you lost, Pop. I'm not Michael Jordan and 'Magic' Johnson. I can't do things like retiring and coming back. Okay, I bet you, what is the bet?"

"It's just a drink, Henson Joe. All I need is a drink. If you decide to come back one day, call me and treat me to a drink, it's as simple as that."

"Okay, it's a deal."

The two clubs collided, but for some reason, Henson's competitive spirit seemed to be less intense this time around.
(End of this chapter)