Chapter 345 Rodman is drunk

After the regular season, there were 5 days between the first round of the playoffs and the first game of the first round of the playoffs to make tactical arrangements and adjust their status. During these five days, Doug Collins conducted a detailed and patient analysis of the advantages and disadvantages of the Pacers, arranged various targeted tactics, and conducted targeted simulation training twice a day in the morning and evening to enhance the actual combat effect.

Although the game has not been played and the training effect cannot be tested, Doug Collins and Michael Jordan are very satisfied with the things shown in the simulation training, especially with Chauncey Billups' performance. Chauncey Billups is like a hungry tiger. As soon as he stepped onto the basketball court, he screamed and tried hard to show himself. Chauncey Billups, who had been recuperating for two months, was eager to prove himself on the court.

"Okay! Jimmy, gather!" Doug Collins said to Jimmy Jackson, assistant coach next to him.

Jimmy Jackson immediately shouted into his mouth and blew the whistle of the assembly.

Everyone gathered together, and eleven people stood in two rows, Doug Collins and Michael Jordan stood in front of the team and slowly patrolled us. The atmosphere was a bit solemn.

"I know that after a long regular season, everyone has worked hard, and we know that everyone has already arranged summer activities, but what I want to tell you is that it is not time to rest yet, and there is still a team in Indianapolis waiting for everyone to conquer."

"I won't say how strong the Indiana Pacers are. I believe that each of you knows what kind of strength the team has. We can't easily send them back to our hometown, especially when our personnel are not complete!" Doug Collins glanced at Dennis Rodman fiercely.

Dennis Rodman lowered his head. He knew what Doug Collins said was not complete. He knew that it was because the police station prohibited him from leaving Washington, DC, and the Wizards' out-of-date personnel were incomplete. For this reason, he could only express his apology with his head down.

"We have now released the smoke bomb and told everyone that Chauncey Billups was still injuring and misled the Indians, which added a little bit of weight to our victory, but this is just a little bit of weight. This does not guarantee that we can win this series. Victory in this series requires everyone's efforts, everyone's hard work, and everyone needs to play every goal seriously in the game!" Doug Collins looked serious.

"We also made the playoffs last season, but unfortunately, our ending was very bad. We were swept by the Detroits and we were given a shameful 3:0 by the opponent. When the opponent's fans took out the broom at our home court, I felt extremely angry and told myself that I would give the Detroits a broom."

"The Detroits are lucky that they didn't meet us in the first round of Detroit, but they will meet us in the second round. I believe that in the second round, we will definitely be able to give them a big enough broom, but before that we need to solve another team-Indiana Pacers!" Doug Collins' voice slowly eased.

"We have never met the Indiana in the playoffs. Maybe you don't think we have much grudges with the Indiana, but what I want to tell you is that we have deep grudges with the Indiana Pacers. Last season, the Indiana Pacers were squeezed out of the playoffs by the Toronto Raptors in the same situation because they lost to us at the last moment. They hated us to the core, and they hated us no less than our Detroiters. They were looking forward to revenge on us."

"Of course, the grudge between us and the Indiana people is not just about pushing them out of the playoffs last season. We beat their entire team at home last season. Kwame beat the whole team alone, beating four or five of them down, and insured Reggie Miller's big mouth with one punch. This year, Kwame Brown directly made Reggie Miller's bastard lose so much that he even made his pants. Moreover, Michael once gave that guy a big mouth with a long time ago..."

"Reggie Miller must have hated us, Jermaine O'Neal must have hated us, and all Indiana people must have hated us. They are now shouting the slogan of 'revenge' waiting for us to come. They are shouting in various media to give us a little color..." Doug Collins' face was full of anger.

"Guys! The Indian guy wants to give us some color! Even that bastard Jermaine O'Neal shouted to sweep us 4:0. They were simply assholes. They didn't take us seriously. I want everyone sitting there, do you guys want your opponent to give us some color? Do you want your opponent to sweep us out?" Doug Collins shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I don't want to!" The voice resounded throughout the stadium.

"Okay! I knew that everyone was a bloody man, and everyone was a fucking man. Tonight we would hold a press conference. We wanted the media to tell the Indiana bastards that we were not easy to bully. We would waste Indianapolis 4:0. We would make Reggie Miller, the key gentleman, finally become a soft-legged shrimp. We would make Jermaine O'Neal, the self-proclaimed NBA power forward, become the largest colander of the NBA, and we would make..."

"Let them all turn into soft-footed shrimps, turn them all turn into big colanders..." Everyone responded to Doug Collins.

Morale was completely ignited by Doug Collins, and everyone started to scream. Doug Collins reached out to signal everyone to calm down, and then said:

"Everyone has a strong morale. I believe we will be able to sweep the Indiana out, but the game is to compete one by one, and basketball is to make the team one by one. In order to ensure that the team does not make any mistakes in the game, I now announce the team record during the playoffs!"

"First, during the playoffs, no one is allowed to have sex in order to ensure full physical strength."

"Second, no one can drink alcohol during the playoffs."

"Third, during the playoffs, no one can drive."

"fourth,..."

Doug Collins announced the team's team discipline during the playoffs, looked up and looked around at everyone on the court, and asked seriously: "Does anyone have any questions?"

"No!" The response was very loud.

"Dennis, why don't you answer? Do you have any objections?" Doug Collins suddenly pointed his finger at Dennis Rodman.

Dennis Rodman licked his lips with his tongue, and hesitated. Seeing Doug Collins asked with an angry face, he said softly: "Dog, I want to ask when will the stadium discipline be implemented!"

"Is there any problem starting tomorrow morning?" Doug Collins frowned.

"Ha...wait a while! I'll be back soon..." Dennis Rodman suddenly burst into laughter, and then ran out like a wind.

"What are you doing..."

"I'll be back soon..."

Not long after, Dennis Rodman walked over with three bottles of XO in his left hand and several paper cups in his right hand.

"What are you going to do?" Michael Jordan shouted angrily, obviously he was very dissatisfied with Dennis Rodman's provocative behavior.

"Ah! Michael, come first, give it to you, I'll pour it to you, pour it on..." Dennis Rodman handed Michael Jordan a paper cup, lifted XO with the other hand and poured it into the wine glass in Michael Jordan's hand.

"Denis, what are you going to do?" Michael Jordan's voice was filled with anger.

Dennis Rodman did not answer, poured himself a glass of wine, touched the glass in Michael Jordan's hand, changed his laughter and said with a serious look on his face: "Michael, I can't go to the away game! Get those two wins back! I want to solve them at home!" Dennis Rodman raised his neck and drank all the wine in the paper cup.

Michael Jordan looked at Dennis Rodman, pursed his lips, and said nothing. He gently patted Dennis Rodman on the shoulder with his left hand, picked up the paper cup with his right hand, drank the wine from the paper cup in one gulp, and then threw the paper cup into the trash can, and said lightly: "I promise you!"

Dennis Rodman did not say thank you, but walked straight towards me with a wine and a paper cup.

"Kaome, you are the best inside player I have ever seen. You may average 13 rebounds per game, but I can only average 7 rebounds per game now. Do you have the confidence to grab my rebound too?" Dennis Rodman handed me a paper cup filled with wine.

"Make sure to do it!" I took the wine glass. I, who never drank, raised my head and drank the wine. A spicy feeling rushed straight into my mouth and the esophagus rushed towards my stomach.

"Thank you!" Dennis Rodman nodded gently, then turned toward Carlos Boozer.

"Carlos, I have long disliked Jermaine O'Neal. I'm still alive. He dares to say that he is the No. 1 power forward in the NBA. I can't teach him a lesson. Carlos, help me to prevent him from death. Brother, I'll give you a glass..." Dennis Rodman handed the paper cup full of wine to Carlos Boozer.

"Dennis, I will do it, I will definitely kill him that bastard..." Carlos Boozer raised his glass and gently touched the glass in Dennis Rodman's hand, and said solemnly. After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the paper cup.

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Dennis Rodman got drunk that day, but he kept saying thank you...


Chapter completed!