The Basketball Court Swordsman

The state of neglect after Christmas was obviously something Henson hadn't imagined. He dragged his exhausted body home, because even if he had roared his throat hoarse, the effect of warming up the players' condition was minimal.

The only thing that makes Henson a little grateful is that after the Pacers played against the Grizzlies, there were three full days to adjust. But three days later, it was a back-to-back battle, and the opponents were still hard to deal with the Green Shirts and the Washington Wizards with John Wall.

If the state has not been able to adjust, there is no doubt that the back-to-back Pacers are likely to suffer two straight defeats. Henson didn't want to see such a thing happen, he had been pushed to the cusp of the storm. And Henson also knew very well that the only way he could silence others was to keep winning.

??? With the constant immersion in the NBA arena, Henson's composure has not diminished. In many cases, he is still the most calm person.

But at the same time, Henson also felt the pressure brought to him by the position of head coach, and the pressure made Henson's irritable side gradually increase. Today he was furious on the training ground, which is a manifestation of his irritability. In fact, if it weren't for those players who are so big, Henson would really like to step up and kick their ass.

As a head coach with a lack of foundation and qualifications, Henson faces a situation much worse than any rookie coach, and the pressure is greater than others. His only advantage is Bird and Vivek-his girlfriend's father. However, even these two people cannot guarantee that Henson will not be questioned when he leads the team in consecutive losses.

Back home, An Jiali is preparing dinner for Henson. Seeing someone in the house made Henson feel a little relieved. When work is not going well, it is better to be able to see your girlfriend at home than to face the dusty living room at home.

"What's the matter, Henson? You look a bit...a bit tired." As soon as Henson took a trip to the sofa, An Jiali noticed something was wrong.

"The team's condition today is not very good. The Grizzlies were slaughtered in the last game. Those guys don't seem to slow down." Henson said, picked up the remote control board and transferred to eSPN.

At this moment, An Jiali leaned over and turned off the TV. "You should take a break, Henson, instead of thinking about basketball for twenty-four hours, that will drive you crazy."

An Jiali hugged Henson's neck, and the touch of her lips immediately came up, making Henson relax a lot. "You used to be a very casual person. Since you became the head coach, your worries seem to have become more and more. Maybe you just need to relax, Henson. Maybe... your players I also need to relax!"

"Relax!? They just finished the Christmas holiday!" Henson obviously didn't agree with this statement.

"What Christmas holidays? You started training on Christmas day. After Christmas when others are still on holiday, you have already started playing games. If the school wants me to go back to class right now, I will definitely be driven crazy. I Think, we should have a party at home, so that all the players can have fun! After the excitement, they will be able to play with peace of mind."

"Party?" Henson smiled and waved his hand. He didn't think An Jiali's method would do anything.

"Hey, believe me, dear. After all, you know..." An Jiali stopped talking.

"what?"

"You know, me and your players... are the same age. I know better what they are thinking." An Jiali stuck her tongue out, hoping Henson would not be angry.

On the second day of the training hall, the vitality of the players still did not recover. But today, Henson has not been nagging about winning in the players' ears.

The whole world wants to see the Pacers win, including Henson. But Henson may not have thought about it. Does the constant "winning" make players feel the pressure soaring?

As a result, the players found that their coach Henson, from yesterday's rage, turned into a smiling face. Even though Stephenson's shooting training from beyond the three-point line almost smashed the rim, Henson just smiled at him and said: "Keep on going."

"Hey, isn't the boss angry?" Stephenson leaned over to George in doubt. The most uncomfortable thing about being scolded was Henson's abnormal appearance.

"I don't know, he was furious yesterday... Maybe we really have to work harder for the next game. If we force our boss to become a split personality, I can't afford it." George also shook his head. , The ghost knew what Henson was thinking of. He is unpredictable, and it is not a day or two.

In the afternoon, before the start of the confrontational tactical exercise, Henson gathered everyone and announced one thing.

People originally thought Henson would say something to inspire morale, but when Henson spoke, everyone stared at the young marshal in surprise.

"Christmas pie...party?" Stephenson opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, Lance, party! Tonight at eight o'clock, I will have a team Christmas party at home. Everyone is coming, don't be late. By the way, I will show you my girlfriend." Henson said, revealing A thief smiled.

The players immediately started talking, and obviously, the little guys were very excited. It can be seen that for these young people, attending a party is a very happy thing for them. What's more, it's still rare to see a party organized by the coach.

"There will be a game the day after tomorrow, are you sure?" Vogel stabbed Henson with his elbow. The team has just lost to the Grizzlies. It stands to reason that they should put all their energy into training.

Henson just blinked at his assistant, "Trust me, man, everything is to win."

In the afternoon's confrontational training, Henson finally saw the long-lost smiles of the players in the training ground. Of course, the quality of training has finally improved...

After returning home, Henson immediately felt that organizing a party is no less difficult than directing a game.

Fortunately, Henson has a powerful "teaching assistant", that is, his girlfriend, the party princess of Berkeley, Anjali Ranadivi.

An Jiali arranged everything almost quickly, and she only needed to make a few phone calls to do this. Half an hour before the party started, a bunch of young and lively girls rang the doorbell of Henson's house. These were the girls An Jiali had met at the party before. They were always happy to attend the party.

Henson looked at An Jiali dumbfounded, and An Jiali smiled triumphantly. "A party without girls is absolutely incomplete."

An Jiali walked to Henson and tidyed up her boyfriend's collar. "You have to unite the young people like a team boss. The Pacers are mostly young people. They are actually little boys. You shouldn't put them under too much pressure. I hope tonight, it will be a A perfect start."

Henson couldn't help holding An Jiali's waist, and perhaps from now on, he would have to look at this little girl with admiration.

Half an hour later, a luxury car with their exaggerated engine roar appeared in the neighborhood where Henson lived, and the tall Pacers players "made their debut."

An Jiali took Henson's hand and waited outside the door of the house. An unusual game, start right away!