The Way of the Center

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"Oh, damn it!" At home, Ricard's yelling caused his arm to be punched by his wife. Not to swear in front of Abigail, this is one of Peggy's custom requirements for Ricard.

"Hey, my fault, my fault." Ricard smiled, but the next second, his expression became serious again.

69 wins and 10 losses, with three games left. For the Trail Blazers, a three-game winning streak does not seem to be a problem at all. But under this special background, it is difficult for you to be sure whether the opponent will perform supernormally, and whether the Blazers will be dragged down by the heavy pressure.

If the Trail Blazers fall in the last three games, they will definitely regret it for a lifetime. This is the first time since the record of 72 wins was created that a team has been so close to tying this record. But the closer you get, the worse you will be thrown if you fail.

If the Trail Blazers can't match the damn record in the end, their morale will definitely be greatly affected. And at this juncture when the playoffs are approaching, morale is frustrated, which is not a good thing.

This is also the reason why Ricard would ignore the family rules and suddenly explode. Success is success, although there are many difficulties, but the Trail Blazers have no way out.

But there is another good news that Ricard will take charge of the coach again in the next game! Immersed in the whole winter, Ricard is ready to be resurrected in the spring full of vitality...

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In April, the most tormented winter has passed. It is not a metaphor to say that this winter is suffering. This year's Portland winter may be the coldest in nearly a decade.

And winter happens to be the season of high incidence of chronic bronchitis. After Ricard received systematic treatment and adequate rest, his condition has greatly improved as the temperature warms up.

Neil Orsi was still complaining that Ricard did not explain his illness to himself in time, but when it came to Ricard's comeback, Nelsi was still very excited.

"You know George, there are three games left in the regular season, and we are only three games away from the record of 72 wins. So when you come back, your pressure will suddenly be very high. I hope that your body can stand up Live." Orsi looked at the training field outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office. Whether this group of guys can write history depends on the last three games.

"Stress? Do you think I'm free from stress when I'm resting at home? Whenever my daughter yells at me to cook for her, my stress is even greater than now." Ricard's joke made the two of them serious The atmosphere of the conversation eased a little.

"Vlad has done a good job during this time." Ricard turned his head and cast his eyes on the training ground like Orsi.

Divac is different from Ricard. Even in training, Ricard wears suits and leather shoes. But Divac is wearing tracksuits and training with the players. After all, this guy is a professional athlete, and he can guide players in many details of movements.

One focuses on personal details, one focuses on the big picture and tactics. These two guys cooperate very well to complement each other, and the one is indispensable.

"He did a good job. If the two of you join forces again, I believe the team will be even better." Orsi raised Ricard a lot. During the period of recuperation, his coach seems to have gained a lot of weight.

"Okay Orsi, let's talk about this. I can't wait to go back to the training ground." Ricard stood up and adjusted his clothes. I've been looking forward to it for so long, and I've been looking forward to it for a whole winter. Now, he is finally going back to the place where he fought.

"Oh, that's right." Ricard had already opened the door, but suddenly remembered something.

He turned back to the Trail Blazers general manager who fully supported the work of the team.

"Don't worry, we will win 72!" Rickard smiled contemptuously, but gave Nell Orsi great confidence.

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"Robin, you can't hold the opponent's waist with both hands when defending, how many times have I told you." Divac shouted, and walked to Robin Lopez in his training uniform .

"Hold your waist with one hand, and raise the other hand high, ready to interfere with the shot at any time! If you use two hands to block the opponent, and the opponent suddenly raises his center of gravity to make a jump shot, you have no chance to block it at all!" Divac said Said while demonstrating by himself, although Robin Lopez is rebellious on the surface, he is always very humble when facing the coach's guidance.

The instruction is over and the training continues. Divac wiped the sweat from his forehead, not because Divac felt tired from the few demonstrations just now. It's the recent overwhelming pressure that makes Divac feel a little overwhelmed.

Now, he finally realized the situation of that guy Ricard in a small way. The pressure of the position of head coach is unimaginable to ordinary people. Divac has decided that if he wants to be promoted in the future, he would rather go to the management team than take the position of head coach.

"Leonard, you didn't do it right, you didn't do the turnaround jump shot..." Divac's voice appeared again, but in the next second, a louder shout overwhelmed everyone in the training ground noise.

"You bastards! Didn't the leather loosen when I was away!?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and everyone knew that it was Ricard!

Ricard stretched out his arms and looked at his players with a grin.

"Knowing that you're coming back today, we have prepared a gift for you." An Jie blinked, and Meyers Leonard immediately rushed into the locker room to get a roll of things out.

After opening it, Ricard discovered that this was the picture of himself lifting the O'Brien Cup when he won the championship last year. Of course, if it is just a photo or a huge poster, this gift is too insincere.

This is an oil painting, a lifelike oil painting.

Ricard looked at the painting, he was very grateful and moved, but he did not intend to express this emotion.

"Well, the real me should be more handsome than the picture."

"You guy, you are shameless!" This time, even Divac couldn't help complaining about his partner.

"Hey, I've worked hard during my absence." Ricard and Divac hugged, although Divac's general tactical direction was in accordance with Ricard's step-by-step approach. But if Divac did not have excellent on-the-spot command ability, the Trail Blazers would not have the opportunity to break the 72-win record.

Speaking of a 72-win record...

"Guys, I hear we're 69-10 right now."

"That's right." The players answered Ricard in unison.

"Very good, I'm proud of you. If I didn't want to get some credit, I wouldn't be bothered to end my paid vacation." Ricard once again made the players laugh, but the next second, his expression suddenly became serious.

"But now that I'm back, 69 wins have become history. When the regular season of this season is over, I can only accept one result, that is, we have to enter the playoffs with a record of 72 wins!" Ricard said, showing a finger.

"Just wait for you to say this, boss!" An Jie echoed loudly, and after that, all the players yelled.

The entire training ground has become noisy now, and Olsi stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back, and he can see everything that happens on the field below.

Suddenly, Ricard raised his head and set his eyes on Orsi.

Ricard winked at Orsi, and Orsi gave Ricard a thumbs up.

It's nothing to win three games in a row, the first in history, the Blazers and Anjie are set!

When the wolves have a leader again, these bloodthirsty creatures will definitely go out and wash everything they can see.

The Trail Blazers are now a group of hungry wolves waiting to be fed, just the remaining three opponents, not lambs to be slaughtered...