The Basketball Court Swordsman

Stephenson waited at the police station until 6:30 in the afternoon before finally looking forward to his “emergency contact” Henson Joe. Henson didn’t have the time to delay the team’s training because of Stephenson’s little trouble, so he didn’t hurriedly ask Carter to send him over after the training was over.

In the taxi, Carter kept asking what happened to Henson. The pre-season training camp of the new season has only begun on the first day, so how come the Pacers have come out.

But Henson couldn’t answer Carter at all, because he didn’t even know what the **** Stephenson did.

“Henson Joe, coach, we have been waiting for you for a long time.”

As soon as Henson entered the bureau, an old police officer who was reading the newspaper in the lobby greeted him. Henson is now a well-known figure in Indianapolis. After all, it is impossible for anyone in a basketball city like Indianapolis to be ignorant of the big event of a team coaching change. And Henson’s photos were also frequent headlines of major local newspapers in the past few months.

“I’m Hardel Miller, this morning is exactly what I called you. We all agreed that Coach Henson…” Officer Miller looked at Henson and sighed, “You were Shouldn’t bring this **** to Indianapolis.”

When Henson saw Lance, he was being locked behind a depressed iron fence. There are two things this year, which makes Henson feel very incredible. The first is that he never dreamed that he would get an astronomical salary of 11 million US dollars. The second thing is that he never thought he would see his players behind the iron fence.

When Stephenson saw Henson, he first smiled with joy. But after seeing Henson’s sullen face, Lance lowered his head like a kid who had made a mistake.

“Coach, I handed him over to you. Lance, you’re an adult too, let Coach Henson have less trouble.” Officer Miller opened the cage door, and he looked at Henson pitifully, but Henson ignored him.

“Thank you, Officer Miller.” Henson just nodded at the grizzled Miller and walked straight out.

Stephenson followed Henson, and the two wandered down the streets of Indianapolis, speechless. Originally, Stephenson thought Henson would scold himself, but unexpectedly, Henson didn’t even say a word from seeing him to now.

This makes Stephenson even more uncomfortable, he is like this, sometimes you scold him, he will feel better, because it means that he has not been given up. But Henson completely ignored him, making Stephenson a little psychologically frizzy.

“The guy in the nightclub insulted me as a trash worthy of performing on the street. He also said that my mother should have strangled me when I was born. So… I pushed him down the stairs. . I didn’t know that he would fall so badly, I swear, I didn’t mean it.” Stephenson couldn’t stand the silence anymore, and he explained it first.

Henson, who was walking in front of him, stopped suddenly, but it was not because he wanted to talk to Stephenson, but the old Carter rented him out.

Once in the car, Carter kept looking at Henson and Lance through the rearview mirror. However, just like when he was on the street, Henson said nothing.

“I swear I will never do this again. If I cause trouble again, you will punish me to sit on a cold bench, lower me, or send me directly back to Harlem… But please don’t give me up now, I haven’t started playing the preseason yet, I can’t just go back like this.”

In fact, Stephenson also knew that what he did was not a good thing. This is somewhat different from the “world-famous” thorns like Dennis Rodman. If Rodman had encountered this situation, he would have jumped off the car long ago. Then stood up and patted the ashes on his body, and continued to go to the nightclub to party. Because from the bottom of it, Rodman didn’t think he was doing those things wrong.

But Stephenson is not like this. In fact, he knows better than anyone what he should and should not do. It’s just that sometimes, this guy can’t control his anger.

But even though Stephenson had sincerely apologized, Henson still ignored him. When Carter drove to Stephenson’s residence, Henson finally said: “Get out of the car, Lance.”

Stephenson got out of the car in disgrace, watching the taxi’s taillight disappear into the night. In the car, Old Carter was a little worried, because he had never seen Henson so serious.

“I think that kid’s attitude is actually quite sincere, Henson. You won’t, really want to send him back. I know this guy is a jerk, but I also know his outstanding performance in the summer league.” Carter could feel the horror of Henson’s seriousness even through the rearview mirror.

“I also think he is very sincere.” Henson spread his hands and loosened his brows, as if he didn’t feel angry for a moment.

“Then why did you ignore him just now? Aren’t you afraid that he will give up in anger?”

“If I pay attention to him, then he won’t get a lesson at all. Forgiving him easily will only make him make mistakes faster. Stephenson, his nature is hard to change. The only thing I can do is Let him learn to control himself. Ignore him and make him feel owed to me, just to make the kid rest for a while. If you don’t believe me, let’s go and see. Tomorrow morning, Stephenson will definitely come and practice. “After Henson finished, he couldn’t help but smile.

Is he angry? There is one thing, after all, the guy Lance ruined an originally very good training day. But in fact, Henson was not very angry. Because of this kind of thing, from the moment he selected Stephenson, he had been conscious.

Carter shook his head. Stephenson, this kid, fell into the hands of a coach who could control him.

One move high, one move high.

On the second day, Henson was still the arena that only arrived ten minutes before the start of training. When he appeared in the training hall, Stephenson’s training vest was completely wet.

“That guy, when did he come today?” Stephenson walked to Vogel and asked in a low voice.

However, Vogel just shook his head in confusion, “I arrived at seven o’clock, but when I arrived, he, Holiday and George were already practicing. I almost thought I was hell, God Ah, the notorious Lance Stephenson would actually get up early and practice voluntarily? How did you do it? Henson, what did you say to him?”

“Actually,” Henson smiled, “I didn’t say anything.”

Frank Vogel thought Henson was playing mystery, but what Henson said was the truth.

Finally, after the training officially began at 8:30, Henson summoned everyone to start today’s training mission. Everyone’s individual training content is different. Since Henson took office, his training plan has been fully expanded, and the players’ daily training is no longer a boring single defense.

According to Henson’s required style of play and player abilities, he will give different players different individual training content. In the afternoon, it was tactical drills and confrontational training.

In the confrontational training yesterday afternoon, Henson had already made clear the Pacers’ fast-paced, large space, and stable defensive style. This is why Henson needs Al Horford.

He let Granger play the fourth position, and then traded for Horford, a short center who is not slow, just to speed up. Hibbert’s traditional heavy center is not bad to use, it just doesn’t fit Henson’s system.

Since Henson now has a lot of outside offensive points and defensive elites on hand, appropriately reducing the lineup height and accelerating the rhythm is the best way to match this group of players.

Of course, for Henson’s play style, Frank Vogel, a guy with traditional thinking, could not fully accept it for a while. He also discussed with Henson for a long time in the tactical meeting yesterday, but whether all this is suitable for the current Pacers is not counted by anyone, but must be tested by the game.

Judging from yesterday’s confrontational training, Henson’s fast-paced and space-saving play really worked well. The team’s attack points have increased, and Granger’s offense from the fourth position is also very good.

Almost everyone has found the most suitable position in the hands of Henson, the new coach. Now no one will force Holiday to focus all their energy on the defensive end, and no one will force Granger to play unlimited singles.

Because of this, everyone is looking forward to the confrontational training in the afternoon, because that is the most refreshing time for training every day and the most effective time for testing.

“…Today’s plan is like this, not much difference from yesterday. By the way, except for Lance. This afternoon, you will continue to do catch and throw training. There is no place for you in confrontation training.

After Henson finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Stephenson.

“Until the trainer is satisfied with your shooting stability, you will join the training rotation. Don’t look at me like that. The only reason I didn’t put you in the NBDL is because your temper is bigger than those in the development league. I do it for the safety of their lives! I don’t want to hear complaints. If you want to practice with the team earlier, then practice your **** shooting more accurately! That’s it, let’s get to work!”

Henson clapped his hands, and everyone was busy under the leadership of the trainer.

Stephenson didn’t complain too much, just like Henson said to Carter yesterday, this kid feels ashamed of Henson, so he works hard now.

“You do this…I’m a little worried, Henson.” Seeing Henson be so strict with Lance, Vogel squeezed a sweat. Vogel would not be surprised if this kind of thorn head immediately throws away the training uniform and leaves the arena because of dissatisfaction with the training plan.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t do this because I wanted to punish him. First, not allowing him to practice with the team can have the effect of killing chickens and monkeys. With Lance’s lessons, others should not dare to make any What a moth. Second, Lance’s shooting stability is really very poor. If he directly joins the confrontation training now, the poor shot selection and stability will only mess up all the system. Lance is not what we want. What we are worried about, we have to worry about now,” Henson turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared, “What we have to worry about is whether we can achieve Bird’s goal.”

The team has no trouble, the locker room has no trouble, and the training has no trouble. The only thing everyone needs to focus on is the competition! But in fact, isn’t this the perfect state of a team?

Frank Vogel glanced at Stephenson, who was honestly practicing catching and shooting. This thorn in the Harlem area is now as docile as a sheep. Other people would be more obedient.

Vogel couldn’t help but admire Henson. The first time he became a head coach, he showed a strong ability to control the players.

This is completely different from last season…