Chapter 236: Molding
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The Whip of the God of Basketball
- Sheep who don't like to eat grass
- 1426 characters
- 2021-03-03 10:39:37
?Dako Milicic, this young guy from Serbia, his English is still not very proficient, so Stern just said that he only understood the "draft", "Celtic", and "TV" "Wait for words, of course, and his name, and that's enough.
Warm applause broke out again on the scene, and compared with five minutes ago, the applause this time was obviously surprised. This is another international player after Yao Ming won the top pick in the draft last year. Three were picked. Moreover, the gold content of this year’s draft is not comparable to that of last year. Behind Milicic, Anthony, Bosh, Wade, Hinrich, Ford, Kaman, etc., are not selected. Several of them, put In other years, they may have been the top picks, but today, they are pushed behind by a Serbian.
Milicic walked onto the stage with a shy smile. On the way, the staff handed him a certain green hat. No way, all the newcomers selected by the Celtics must wear the green hat once. Milicic, who put on his hat, looked even younger, he stepped forward and shook hands with Stern, showing a bright smile.
At this time, he only has a little understanding of his situation. He participated in the Celtics' trial training, and knew that the Celtics reached the finals this year, knew that this is a team with a long history, and now he is a member of it. He has met the head coach of the Celtics, the man with black hair and sharp eyes like a falcon, is the most popular head coach in the NBA this season.
Milicic’s heart is warm and bright, full of hope. He is full of expectations and longing for the Celtics team. Standing on the stage, he has imagined himself on the parquet floor of the North Bank Garden. , The scene of fighting for the glory of Boston.
Of course, the most important thing is that at this moment he is free from poverty, free from the turmoil and war in the motherland, and he can win money and reputation by participating in a game he likes in this developed country. He can support his mother who has worked so hard to raise him, and he can bring his family to a stable environment to live a comfortable life. He is sincerely grateful and grateful to the Celtics for this choice.
In the interview with reporters when he stepped down from the stage, Milicic seemed a little excited. It was natural. Facing reporters’ questions, his tone was lively and cheerful. This boy who has always been quiet, a little shy, and poor English. At this time, he was using his limited vocabulary to piece together the inner beauty.
But in half an hour, he will first appreciate the cold and ruthless side of NBA as a business alliance.
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On the other hand, Angie did not feel relieved after seeing Milicic was selected. On the contrary, the real pressure and challenge had just begun. Most of the transactions will be completed on the day of the draft, starting from the moment Milicic was selected, which also means that Milicic's signing rights were put on the shelf by the Celtics.
The phone in the pocket began to ring non-stop, and many team managers have already expressed to Angie that they are willing to offer chips and even draft picks to trade for Milicic. There are some attractive chips, but Angie has temporarily refused. . He was waiting for McHale's call. Although he wanted to go directly to McHale, his phone could not be reached. It seemed that McHale was constantly talking and discussing.
At this moment, Angie's cell phone rang again, and the name of the caller ID was "Fox Leon".
"You bitch... Where did your tm's go? Everything keeps me in the dark!" Angie immediately connected the phone, gritted his teeth in a low voice.
"First, Danny, if you dare to accept trade requests from other managers, I will resign as soon as I return to Boston. Second, immediately, call Kevin Garnett, talk to him, get a good breath, and do a good job. Preparations for the transaction. Third, I will solve other problems in Boston, and you should remember to cooperate.
Leon’s voice is as calm as ever, and there is no room for doubt in his tone. This is what Angie hates Leon most. Because he himself is such a person, he does not like to be treated like this.
However, Angie really can’t refuse and refute. Since Leon asked him to call Garnett, that can only show one problem. Everything is done. When Angie knows almost nothing, The deal that may shock the alliance is about to happen.
"You...Where are you? Are you still in New York?" Angie felt that his chest was a little stuffy. It was a kind of tension caused by excitement. He even forgot to ask Leon for Garnett's phone number. He doesn't.
"Garnett's phone number is 6798. Let's talk to him. Also, remember to calculate the contract balance problem. If there is a problem with this, Danny, you can apologize with death... I am not here now. New York, I'm in Washington, I'll stay here tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you'd better come here too." Leon said.
Anji didn't have the time to think about why Leon was in Washington. Shiyou has something to do with Auerbach, but these are not important. The important thing is that he wants to complete the transaction. Leon has shuffled all the cards, sorted them out, and handed them to Angie. As long as Angie plays the cards according to the rules, everything is complete.
The two didn't talk too much. After speaking what should be said, Leon hung up the phone. Here is Angie's time.
He first did what Leon said and called Kevin Garnett. The two were not completely unfriended before. Because of McHale's relationship, Angie had been a guest at Garnett's house, so the two of them on the phone were not divided.
"I'm ready and ready to accept this deal... However, I have never called McHale. I hope you can express my apologies to him later. I still love Minnesota, but I want to leave. "During the phone call, Garnett's voice was a little low. Obviously he has gone through a process of inner suffering in the past two days.
"Okay, I see, I will tell him. Also, welcome, Kevin, welcome to Boston." Angie's tone couldn't hide his excitement. Of course, Angie did not know that Garnett was at the home of his friend Malik Siri at this moment. Since the beginning of the draft, Ciri has been around Garnett, acting as a Celtic lobbyist, constantly telling Garnett about the advantages of the Celtics, and reminding Garnett that he is likely to be in the Timberwolves. Continue to waste his career.
And before the draft, the news that the Timberwolves trade was investigated and stranded was broken, and when Garnett’s friend Smith was involved again, Garnett finally felt helpless and angry. At that moment, his heart was about the Timberwolves management. Disappointment reached its peak, and at that moment, he texted McHale stating that he was considering being traded.
Then, Angie found Kevin McHale, who was also on the draft, and the two sat down and discussed the details of the transaction. Then, the content they discussed would be given back to the headquarters of both teams, and then the bosses of both sides authorized to reach an agreement. , Send an email to the alliance office for approval ~EbookFREE.me~ and then wait.
Everything is about to take shape.
When the first round of the draft was about to end, the league office sent out a news message that immediately drew everyone's attention from the draft to the trading market.
"The Boston Celtics and Minnesota Timberwolves reached a deal. The Celtics sent Antoine Walker, Darko Milicic, Eric Williams and Abdul Warrick, the future One of his first-round picks, and some cash, got the Timberwolves power forward, Kevin Garnett."
A short communication made the entire venue boil, the basketball media circle in New York boiled, and basketball fans across the United States boiled.
A deal that had been brewing for nearly two years was about to be completed on June 26, 2003. In the eyes of many people, from this moment on, the green shadow will re-shroud the sky over the NBA. And few people know what happened behind this transaction.
At this time, the man behind the scenes is far away in Washington, sitting on a stool at the Washington National Rehabilitation Hospital, reading a novel. (To be continued.)