NBA: Back to 97, to be the Jagged Bishop

Chapter 297 Jerry, do you think I look like a fool
The old Curry sat on the bench with a ruddy complexion. He has played a full 10 minutes tonight, which is already overworked for a veteran who is close to 40 years old.

Physical exhaustion could not dampen the joy in old Curry's heart.

In 10 minutes of playing time, he took 19 shots, 6 of 5 free throws, 14 of 8 three-pointers, 5 of 3 two-pointers, and scored a total of 35 points.

His career high is only 38 points, and tonight's 35 points are already the second highest in Curry's career.

He may not have dreamed a week ago that he could score 30+ points on the NBA stage one day.

Although he failed to break any records, not even the old Curry's personal record, the old Curry was still very excited. He knew that his children were watching the game in Philadelphia at the moment, and he could imagine the children fighting for him. Screaming scene.

He is very glad that he agreed to Comb and joined Philadelphia. Maybe this season he can play some games that make the children proud, instead of saying goodbye to the NBA stage as a small role player.

"Dale, are you really 39 years old?"

Combe asked curiously.

He has played against old Curry many times in the past few years, and he feels that old Curry hasn't changed at all in recent years.

"Of course, I'm 39 years old. I'm one year younger than Michael. He's 39 years old. Am I [-] years old?"

Old Curry laughed.

Comb nodded, "I don't think you can retire so early, why don't you go to Charlotte next year to play for two years?"

"With your current state, as long as you don't encounter that kind of defensive stubble, it feels like you can shoot 40% of the three-pointers casually."

Old Curry waved his hands quickly when he heard Combu's praise, "It's not that exaggerated, it's really so powerful, I wouldn't have made up my mind to retire a week ago."

"But although I don't have much fighting power on the court, I feel that I can definitely play a role in pointing newcomers to shoot. When I get to Charlotte, I can be the team's shooting assistant."

Kong Bu nodded, "Okay, then the shooting assistant position will be reserved for you first."

The old Curry scored 35 points, and Stoudemire scored 20 points and 18 rebounds at the basket tonight. He was only two rebounds away from achieving the double-twenty feat.

If he catches the remaining two rebounds, Stoudemire will also break the record for the youngest double-twenties.

It's a pity that until the end of the game, he failed to complete the double twenty achievement.

基里连科今晚依旧还是无比稳定的发挥，15分8篮板6助攻5盖帽3抢断，攻防两端全都很稳定的帮助着球队。

Gerrard scored 26 points tonight, which is his scoring high of the season.

Gerrard has not scored many points all the time, especially when Iverson is on the court, he hardly gets any shots.

It's not that Iverson doesn't want to see Gerrard, but that Gerrard lacks the ability to stabilize off the ball, so he will only hold the ball and hit the basket.

Since they are all hitting the basket with the ball, that is Iverson's strong point. Why should Iverson go to the extra effort and pass the ball to Gerrard, it is better to rush by himself.

In addition, Prince's off-ball ability is very good. Apart from Yao Ming, he is Iverson's first choice for passing.

Fortunately, Gerrard is not the kind of player who likes to fight. He accepted his position on the field very lightly, which is what Combe admires most about him.

Davis played well tonight, scoring 35 points, 14 assists, 4 steals and 1 block. Although the score is the same as that of the old Curry, the role of the bearded man on the court tonight is much greater than that of the old Curry. .

He almost broke down the Jazz's defense alone.

……

The old Curry and the bearded man scored 70 points together. It is conceivable that Philadelphia's offensive tonight will be terrifying.

After the game, Mark Jackson had the urge to announce his retirement on the spot.

What sin did I do in my previous life, why did I suffer this kind of abuse when I was old, and was abused for more than 50 points on the court.

Jerry Sloan looked miserable. He and Utah Shuangsha were considered soul-level figures in the history of the Jazz.

It's a pity that the Utah Shuangsha are gone now, leaving him alone in the Jazz to be tortured by Kong Bu.

He was pondering throughout the game, how to ease the relationship with Kumbu, or how to avoid being poisoned by Konbu in the future.

Every time I meet Kong Bu, I will be tortured by this kind of blood. Who can stand it?

The point is that the Jazz fans are not easy to explain. They are tortured twice a year. The key is that there is no hope of returning from the abuse. The desperate fans will definitely have less and less sense of belonging to the Jazz.

When the players from both sides came on the stage and shook hands, he originally wanted to say a few soft words to Kumbu, to see if he could soften his heart and let the Jazz go.

But Kumbu didn't mean to shake hands with him at all. For so many years, Kumbu didn't bother to shake hands after each game.

Because everyone knows the past between Combe and the Jazz, no one will say that Combe lacks professional ethics.

Kumbu didn't shake hands, but his assistants did.

Sometimes Kongbu also admits that he is a little narrow-minded, a typical vengeance, but he is not without advantages. For example, he never asks people around him to be hostile to people he doesn't like.

For example, the assistant coaches in Philadelphia, Comb never asked them to throw face at the Jazz, after all, they will still be in this league in the future.

"Brian, long time no see."

Jerry Sloan stepped forward and warmly gave Combe's chief assistant, Brian Hill, a hug.

Brian used to be the coach of the Grizzlies and had dealt with Sloan many times, and both sides were familiar with each other.

"Jerry, why don't you pick a special time to go to Philadelphia and apologize seriously to Kong."

"If this continues, you Sirs will definitely not have a good life."

"Don't think it's just that you were abused by Kong twice in the regular season. I don't know if you have noticed. In the past few years, you have done nothing in the trading market, and you have not been able to get a decent player."

"Everyone knows that you have a bad relationship with Kong. If other teams want to get benefits from Kong, it is definitely impossible to have a relationship with you."

Brian Hill was kind enough to point out a way for Jerry Sloan.

Sloan sighed, "Brian, thank you for reminding me."

"I don't know what you said. Look at our current starting lineup. Can you find a worse starting lineup than this in NBA history?"

"I also want to be soft, and I want to apologize to Kongbu, but don't you know Kongbu's character? Do you think I have a chance to speak?"

"Seriously, if I walk up to him now, he'll probably tell me to fuck off."

Brian Hill laughed dryly, he knew very well what his boss was like, and what Sloan said was absolutely right.

"Then I have no choice but to use time to smooth everything over."

Sloan shook his head, "No, there is a way."

"Bryan, I officially invite you to come to our Jazz as the coach!"

"How about it? Just think of it as coming to help me."

Sloan thought about it the whole game, and this is what he came up with.

Invite Comb's chief assistant, Brian Hill, to coach the Jazz. No matter how cruel Comb is, he can't attack Brian Hill, right?
In this way, I don't have to pull down my face to give in to Kong Bu, and I can easily solve Kong Bu's targeting of their Jazz.

Sloan himself is the general manager of the Jazz. His resignation from the position of head coach has no effect on him. He is still at the helm of the Jazz.

"Huh? Let me be the head coach of your Jazz?"

Brian Hill was taken aback. He never expected that Sloan would even use this trick.

Everyone is an old fox in this league. Hill can guess what the opponent is thinking with his heels.

If it was a year ago, Hill would have been very moved. He has always thought about returning to the post of coach.

However, in the past year, he has gradually dispelled this idea. He found that it is good to be a teaching assistant beside Kongbu. There is not much pressure at all, and he feels that he can live a long life of ten years.

"Sorry, Jerry, I'm no longer interested in the head coach position."

"Are you still looking for someone else?"

Hill shook his head and sighed.

Sloan didn't care much about Hill's refusal, "You can find other people, don't you have two assistants in Philadelphia?"

"Sam Mitchell or Stan Van Gundy, of the two of them, who is more valued by Comb?"

It seems to ask who is more valued by Combe, but in fact he wants to ask who has a good relationship with Combe. If he finds an assistant coach with a bad relationship to go to the Jazz, then Combe will definitely kill him or kill him.

"How should I answer this kind of question? You know Stan, he is very extroverted and has a good relationship with Kongbu. He often goes out to eat with Kongbu."

"And Sam is more like Kumbu's housekeeper. Kumbu has a lot of work handed over to Sam."

"Who do you think Combe values ​​more? Anyway, I can't see it."

Brian Hill himself cut off the idea of ​​continuing to be the coach. If Stan Van Gundy and Sam Mitchell have the opportunity to go to the Jazz as the coach, he is very supportive.

Sloan knew it well, and walked directly towards Stan Van Gundy. After listening to Brian Hill's introduction, it was obvious that Stan and Combe had a better personal relationship.

"What? Ask me to go to the Jazz as the head coach?"

"Don't go, don't go!"

"Jerry, forget about being in the fire pit yourself, and want to drag me down the fire pit, you old guy is too bad."

Stan Van Gundy refused without saying a word.

"Huh? Stan, what do you mean? I asked you to be the coach, how could I harm you?"

"Jeff is now the coach again, don't you want to be the coach?"

asked Sloan, frowning.

"Of course I want to be the coach, but I definitely can't be the coach of your Jazz."

"Don't you know my current situation? As long as I am under Combe, sooner or later I will become the coach of a certain team, and in the first season as a coach, I can also get some help from Combu."

"Like Mike Brown, how comfortable he was in the Bucks and got Randolph for nothing!"

"But what about coaching the Jazz? God, it's not the first day you and I have known Kumbu. Although he won't say anything, he certainly won't give me warmth."

"Next, I may take your shit lineup, play the bottom one record in the league, be laughed at by Jeff to death, and then get fired again."

"I obviously don't need to do anything. I just need to wait for a team other than the Jazz to invite me. Why should I take risks with your Jazz."

"Jerry, do you think I look like a fool?"

Stan Van Gundy was not polite to Sloan at all, turning Sloan's face green.

Sloan probably never dreamed that he would give up the position of coach of the team, but he did not give up twice.

"Ask Sam Mitchell, he dreams of being a coach."

"If you're lucky, he might agree to you."

After Stan Van Gundy finished speaking, he turned around and left, probably because he didn't want Comb to see that he had a close relationship with Sloan.

Sloan is vomiting blood, what the hell is this?Those who didn't know thought that he was dragging people to jail, and the current position of the league coach is so worthless?No one wants to do it?
Do you have to be lucky enough to get Sam Mitchell to agree?
"Huh? They don't want to do it?"

Sam Mitchell pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, looking embarrassed.

No one is a fool, and Mitchell must also know that this errand is not as good as imagined.

"I'm going to ask Kong for his opinion, just wait for me."

After all, Mitchell walked directly towards Combe.

Sloan is no longer angry, and now his heart is full of fear, the fear of Kumbu, what kind of magical power does this young man have, and the people around him are so scrupulous about his opinion?
"Jazz asked you to be the coach?" Kongbu couldn't help but cry.

He just noticed that Sloan was like a headless chicken, surrounding Brian Hill and Stan, but he didn't expect it to be for this matter.

"Go, it's a good opportunity."

"However, Sam, to be honest, I can't give the Jazz any help. After I go to the Jazz, I can only fend for myself."

"Of course, this won't affect our relationship. If one day we can't get along in the Jazz, we can come back to me at any time."

Comb appreciates Sam Mitchell's work ability and hopes that he has a better future.

Mitchell took a deep breath, but in the end he couldn't bear to miss this rare opportunity.

He came from a player background, but he wasn't that kind of top celebrity, and he wasn't like Stan, who came from a coaching family like the second-generation coach, and he didn't have any decent contacts in the league.

If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when you will be the coach in the future.

Seeing Sam Mitchell agree, Sloan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The grievances between the Jazz and Combe have come to an end. At least when he meets Combe's team in the future, he won't be able to kill him again. He should give Sam Mitchell some face.

In addition, in the free market, although Comb will not help the Jazz, he should not prevent other teams from trading with the Jazz.

This is the greatest news for the Jazz. Their refugee camp starting lineup finally has a chance to adjust.

The more Sloan thought about it, the more frightened he became. A few years ago, Combe could only be regarded as a very showy kid. Who would have thought that a few years later, his tentacles would have spread all over the entire league, and he would become the real behind-the-scenes boss of the league.

(End of this chapter)