Chapter 30: They all have to die!

　　When the press conference was over, the reporters all had satisfied smiles on their faces!
There is no doubt that the contradictions between the two sides of the finals have reached an irreconcilable point. A press conference at Purdue University only needs to convey the words of Jim Harrick and the three seniors to Cirafaye. Gangster, presumably the "rough guy" in Jim's mouth will definitely be anxious!
　　 Sure enough, the Purdue University press conference was held within a few minutes. When a reporter told the coach and the players, adding fuel and vinegar to Richard and others, the atmosphere at the scene burst directly!
　　 "Damn! Damn!" Big Ben was anxious. What he hated most was that his opponent told him about his height, and now he even said that he was a little dwarf in a public event like a press conference!
　　 "I want to squeeze the eggs of the gang of soft eggs! The premise is that they have eggs!"
　　 "I will let them completely remember the name Ben Wallace in this game. I want them to tremble with the name!"
　　 "Tell his mother again, I'm 206 cm tall! I'm not short!"
　　The reason why Daben is so anxious is actually considering his own future. Will the NBA pay a precious high-ranking pick for a two-meter high inside player who has no offensive ability? !
　　 is obviously impossible!
　　Even though Daben's performance is outstanding, the NBA team is not a big reason to take such risks, and will definitely choose more stable players.
　　 And if Daben's height reaches 206 cm, the situation will be different...
　　206 is also somewhat short, but it is acceptable to be placed at the power forward position.
　　Just after the big side vented, Miller took the microphone, scratching his head, and laughed silly.
　　 "Hey..."
　　 "They have to die!"
　　 "It will die miserably, hehe..."
　　The reporters in the audience couldn't help but shudder, Miller giggled, and made the reporters' scalp numb, the first time they thought of those abnormal serial killers...
　　 Perverted serial killer, isn't it like Miller now, the appearance is honest, the human and animal are harmless, but when he starts, he is more poisonous than anyone...
　　 Big Ben's brutality, Miller's fierceness, all the reporters then looked at Iverson!
　　 There is no doubt that Iverson is the head of this West Lafayette gang, the strongest player in the team, everyone wants to see Iverson's position.
　　 "They are really idiots..."
　　 "Really, the garbage from Obanon said I was a dwarf? Didn't he blind man notice that their backcourt main force Edney was only a little more than one meter seven?"
　　 "Really idiot..."
　　 Let's just say, Iverson pouted with a disgusted face and didn't want to continue...
　　 Seeing that Iverson had no interest in continuing, the reporters turned their attention to Richard!
　　In NCAA, the head coach is the absolute soul and absolute power of a team...
　　In the NBA, those players who dare to rebel or even force the head coach to be placed in the NCAA will definitely die very badly. No player can challenge the authority of the head coach in the NCAA!
　　 "Coach Richard, Jim evaluated the boiler team, I don't know how you evaluated it?"
　　 Richard chuckled.
"Oh, this is a good question, because if you don’t ask, I will even forget that there is such a team in the NCAA. How long have they been in the so-called basketball holy land in the semifinals? Fifteen Year? Twenty years?"
　　 "Who knows..."
"Since the American fans gave us the nickname of the West Lafayette gang, we have no reason not to accept the nickname, and in the next game, I will prove to Jim Harrick that the gang can also become Matter, we are not the kind of gangsters on the streets, we are super gangsters armed to the teeth!"
　　 "Jim Harrick, wash your and wait for the ravages of our West Lafayette gang!"
　　……
　　 The speeches of both sides of the finals were written by the reporter and the fastest speed in the evening paper of the day, and the whole country was a sensation!
　　Although the NCAA finals have always been full of gunpowder, but no one finals is so tit-for-tat!
　　……
　　 There are two days before the finals start, but Richard is welcoming a guest!
　　 To be precise, it cannot be said to be a guest, but oneself...
　　 Brent Barry's father, Rick Barry!
　　An ancient superstar, comparable to the existence of Chamberlain and Russell!
　　Looking at the finals, Rick Barry appeared on his younger son's team and definitely wanted to cheer on his younger son on the spot.
　　The players are still training on the court, playing in the team training game...
　　Richard accompanied the old Barry to watch the training match. For such an ancient star, Richard should be given due respect.
　　 "Li, you are really good. I have seen many young coaches, but none of them can achieve your current achievement!"
　　 "Winning record?! God, it's too exaggerated!"
　　Barry patted Richard on the shoulder, UU reading www.uukanshu.com heartily praised......
　　Large Barry was so praised, Richard suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "It's just luck, I have a bunch of top players!"
　　 "No, this is definitely not luck!"
　　 "By the way, as long as your game is live, I don't fall, but I found a problem. I think if you can solve this problem, your strength is estimated to be improved..."
　　 Old Barry smiled and said to Richard.
　　 These words directly aroused great interest in Richard. He is now in the stage of finding and solving problems, but the team has never lost the ball, making him unable to discover the deeper problems of the team...
　　 Once Richard was absolutely perfect, the team he built was perfect and impeccable!
　　 But now that the old Barry has pointed out that the team has problems, there must be nothing wrong...
　　 "I also hope that Mr. Barry will give me some pointers..."
　　 "Shout that kid named Ben, he is the key to your continued strength!" Lao Bari smiled and pointed to the big Ben who just missed two free throws...
　　 "Ah..." Richard suddenly jumped his eyelids, he knew the purpose of the old Barry!
　　 "Coach, what are you looking for..." Daben ran to Richard and asked with a grin.
　　 "Ah, Ben, it's Mr. Barry who has something to do with you..."
　　……
　　 "Ben, would you like to increase your free throw percentage to 80%?!"
　　 "Maybe even 90%!"
　　Law Barry was like an old witch who abducted an ignorant girl, and smiled at Big Ben.
　　 Big Ben was backed up again and again, and a big fan-like hand was waving in the air: "I don’t want to...I don’t want to..."