basketball swingman

After the game, Jiang Dalin was blocked at the door of the players tunnel by various "long guns and short guns".

He is destined to be the protagonist in the spotlight tonight!

But the reporters’ questions are no longer related to tonight’s game:

"Ginger, will you play another year at Michigan State or declare for the draft?"

"Da Lin, what do you think about the fact that the three high school Musketeers all chose to skip the NCAA and directly declare to participate in this year's draft?"

"If you participate in this year's draft, where do you think you will be selected?"

Almost all the questions are about the upcoming 2001 draft!

Jiang Dalin has never experienced this feeling of media swarming in, but he was already 22 years old before time travel, and another three years passed after time travel. Although he was still 19 years old, his mental age has reached 25 years old.

Plus I’ve read so many novels.

He knew that at this time, it was time to hold the cup... Bah, bah, bah, no, no, it wasn't to fill the cup. He almost learned it badly. It was time to learn to shut up.

Therefore, he only announced that he would participate in this year's draft, and he only had one sentence for other questions: "Next question!"

There is a mature and capable side that many reporters did not expect.

They knew very well that they would not be able to dig out any powerful information tonight...

As for the news that Jiang Dalin personally admitted that he will participate in this year's draft, after tonight's finals, it has long been known to everyone, and it is not a big news at all.

After dealing with the group of reporters, Jiang Dalin walked towards the locker room, only to find Xu Jicheng and Yang Yi waiting for him at the door. Jiang Dalin became much more enthusiastic when he met fellow villagers.

When Xu Jicheng asked for an exclusive interview, he did not hesitate: "No problem!"

At that time, the three people got into the small room and closed the door!

Yang Yi also turned off the light.

Jiang Dalin, Xu Jicheng: "???"

Only then did Yang Yi realize that he was too skilled, and said with a smile: "I just want to see if this lamp can change color!"

At the same time, O'Neal was also stopped at the exit of the fan tunnel.

"Jiang Dalin played very well tonight. What is your evaluation of this newcomer from China? Are you optimistic about his future in the NBA?"

"I think he is very good, at least it looked like this tonight. He will have a very bright future, provided that he continues to improve! You know what I mean, man!"

O'Neal said, and showed his thick arms to the camera behind the reporter in a funny way.

He is not a person who can be interviewed seriously.

It was just the reporter's next words that made his expression become serious.

"Do you think he's going to be the next power forward in the league? I mean, like you!"

really!

I knew it!

From the moment Jiang Dalin dunked the basket crookedly, O'Neal knew that there would be some idiot who would regard him as Jiang Dalin's template.

It's just that he didn't expect so many idiots.

Just after the game, let him meet one as soon as he went out!

"Hey, man, you have to know, the Shark is Superman, Superman, you know? He hasn't reached that time yet, listen..." O'Neal stretched out his finger and said "I'm serious" on his face, "If I just put the basket

If you can become the next me if the basket is broken, then you should drive an excavator and play ball!"

After saying that, he stopped accepting interviews and left angrily.

Tonight is not beautiful for him!

How can a person who averaged only 11.2 points and 12.6 rebounds per game in March Madness be called the "next Shark"?

The world must be crazy!

From what Jiang Dalin has shown so far, the probability of him becoming the "next Shark" is the same as having a rookie steal his All-Star West starting spot as soon as he enters the league next year!

Then just be outrageous!

Even if he wants to become an All-Star player, Jiang Dalin needs to improve in many aspects. The most obvious thing is that his scoring methods need to be increased.

You can't just rely on your strength under the basket to attack, right?

This trick works in the NCAA, but it may not work so well in the NBA!

In short... "This kid still needs a lot of practice!"

Shaq grumbled and stuffed his body into the car, and adjusted his posture to sit properly. The chassis of the car immediately became much shorter.

"Hey, Kobe, are you here? I'll be here right away, yes, yes, that's the one named Lisa..."

"Uh-oh!"

Jiang Dalin was pouring a bucket of champagne on Richardson's head. At the same time, other Spartans were grinning and shaking the champagne in their hands, then let go of the bottle and opened the bottle.

spray……

"Hey, man, raise your head, your posture is dangerous!"

Richardson wiped the liquid on his face again and again, his face speechless.

When all the champagne was gone, he shouted to the others: "Didn't we agree that we would pour Dalin together?"

This was their initial plan.

However, everyone who returned to the locker room waited for a long time but no Jiang Dalin came. Richardson had no choice but to go out to look for him.

But what he didn't know was that, by coincidence, Jiang Dalin ended the interview at this moment and returned to the locker room from the small room next to the locker room.

The door suddenly opened, and the other Spartans teammates thought it was Richardson and were unprepared.

Jiang Dalin reacted immediately when he saw their posture. He said: "Don't waste such a good link!" With that, he closed the door with a bad smile.

The tacit understanding of the Spartans team is most vividly reflected at this time.

All players refill their "ammunition" and are armed and ready.

Then, Richardson became a drowned rat.

He glanced resentfully at the bucket in Jiang Dalin's hand. This was originally prepared by him for Jiang Dalin. For this reason, he also moved a ladder, but...

Jiang Dalin shook the bucket in his hand: "There is still a small half bucket!"

Not all poured, this is reserved for Tom Izzo.

Richardson understood immediately and brought over another box of champagne.

This championship night, like no other, has enough champagne.

It's all paid for by the team anyway.

In this way, Tom Izzo also enjoyed a "champagne bath".

After the locker room was in a mess and sticky everywhere, the teammates went to the showers with satisfaction.

Of course, it was another battle between red chickens, but it was guarded by the God of Harmony, so I can’t go into too much detail!

After celebrating in the locker room, the young people with raging hormones were still not satisfied.

That night, the Spartans players crowdfunded the bill and went to the nightclub to have a blast.

However, since everyone is a student, the celebration on the night of winning the championship was naturally not as luxurious as that of NBA players.

There won't even be a scene like the champagne-sprinkling scene just now.

At this moment, they suddenly felt that they were a little too extravagant in the locker room.

If they were brought here, why would they drink a bottle of beer between two of them? The bartenders thought they couldn't drink and almost brought a dog to accompany them.

Fortunately, Chris Taylor came uninvited and joined the players in their celebration.

Mr. Tai said that after coach Tom paid for all the celebration expenses tonight, the drinking table for the Spartans players was not so shabby. - With this wave of defending titles, Tom Izzo's reputation in the NCAA will undoubtedly become higher.

If Michigan State University wants to keep this meritorious bishop and at the same time express its sincerity, it will definitely have to increase its money, starting at least 2 million.

All this money was earned with the help of these players, so when Taylor told him about the consumption after the first wave of wine was served, he was very dissatisfied: "100,000, spend it according to this amount!"

The struggle of a season was fully released on this night!

While the Spartans were celebrating their victory, the videotape of this game was also sent to the NBA headquarters in New York. Watching Jiang Dalin dunk the rim hard, the little old man with the reflective lenses showing a smile of joy couldn't help but

He picked up the phone on the corner of the table and said, "Heart up this Chinese guy for me!"

“But there’s no need to be too deliberate!”