The Way of the Center

　　 The place that Anjie is most reluctant to walk in now is the team training ground on the first floor of the Chesapeake Energy Arena. As soon as I stepped into this stadium, a strong sense of depression hit my face. This feeling filled the air of the entire training ground and lingered.

　　 Anjie is the third to arrive. Durant and Westbrook are already warming up for shooting in the training ground. Durant is usually quieter off the court, but Westbrook, who is usually laughing and joking, has a lot less smiles and words during this time.

　　 It’s been almost a month since the start of the 08-09 season, but the Thunder only won one impressive victory in this month. For the three young people who were full of longing for the new season, this blow is indeed a bit big.

　　 12 losses and 1 win, the Thunder and Lakers are both first in the latest strength rankings, but the Thunder is the last one. Faced with such an achievement, how can three victorious young people laugh?

　　 But even if the team's performance is poor, Durant and Westbrook still have a chance to fight. And An Jie has not played more than 13 minutes in nine consecutive games. Not only is the team not able to play, but An Jie now feels that he himself is about to be able to play.

　　 The three young men practiced each other in the training ground like this, and no one paid any attention. It's not that there is a contradiction between them, but now they really don't have the mood to do such things as greetings.

　　 Just when the three men were thinking about each other on the training ground, P.J. Calesimo, the culprit who caused the collapse of the team, came in.

　　 The three of them all turned to look at their head coach, and did not say hello to him, and Callesimo walked into his office in a hurry, seemingly worried.

　　 Calesimo closed the door of his office and then slumped into a chair. The day finally came.

A few hours ago, Presti had called Carlesimo to give an ultimatum. If the Thunder lost another game and ushered in a ten-game losing streak, then Presti would have to fire Carlesi. Mo is the head coach.

　　 If it hadn't been for Presti, because everyone was from the Spurs, Carlesimo would have been fired. The general manager gave Calesimo opportunities again and again, but Calesimo also challenged Presti's bottom line with repeated failures.

　　 The Thunder are indeed not a strong team, but Carlesimo must at least make people see a little hope, at least he has to let the Thunder play something. Unfortunately, under the coaching of Calesimo, the promising Thunder team has a bleak future.

　　 Callesimo has always used the thunderous lineup as an excuse to cover up his lack of coaching ability. However, at this point, Kalesimo's shield was completely useless.

　　 Tomorrow, November 21, 2008, the Thunder will play at home against the Hornets led by Chris Paul. Whether Calesimo's job can be kept, it all depends on this game.

　　 Thinking of this, Kalesimo suddenly rushed out of the basketball hall. He wanted to urge the guys to train throughout the whole process, or else he would really be discouraged after the game tomorrow.

　　 "Anjie! What's the matter with you!? You can't cover this kind of ball!?"

　　 "Russell! You should have scored this goal!"

　　 "Mason! If you can't do it tomorrow, just keep the drinking fountain for me honestly!"

　　 Callesimo yelled on the sidelines of the training court in an unprecedented way, but this did not increase the enthusiasm of the players, but only increased the players' aversion to him. Sadly Kalesimo, he hasn't learned how to get along with his players until now. The relationship between the coach and the players is not harmonious, how can the team achieve results?

The sudden increase in training intensity has no effect at all except to waste energy on the players. Even Presti, who is sitting in the office, knows this. However, Carlesimo has already lost his mind in order to keep his job. Up.

　　 After the training, Anjie went home directly. He has given up training for a week. Anyway, no matter how hard I train, I can only sit on a cold bench as a spectator in the end. Your own efforts are not recognized by others, which is one of the factors that makes people most likely to give up.

　　 As soon as he entered the house and lay on the sofa, An Jie's cell phone rang. Generally, family members and Catherine would not take the initiative to call in order not to disturb An Jie's training, they would call them when An Jie was free.

　　 "It's Catherine who is worrying about me again, right?" An Jie thought, and took out the phone. But the name of the caller ID on the phone screen surprised An Jie a little.

　　 "Is that you buddy?" An Jie asked cautiously.

　　 "Who the **** is your buddy, you coward." On the other end of the phone, Morris yelled.

　　 Anjie was speechless for a while, he didn't know why Morris suddenly called and scolded him.

　　 "Why, after you became a star, you fell into a drunken life?" It was like this between Morris and An Jie, completely speechless.

"Look at your performance in these games for yourself. No, it's not a few games. It's been nine consecutive games. What have you done on the court? I said, if you give the Tornado team If you're embarrassed, I'm not going to admit that you have a teammate." An Jie understands the intention of Morris's call, but An Jie has heard enough of these conversations these days, and he is immune. Up.

　　 "Can you blame me? It's all because the head coach didn't give me a chance." An Jie responded indifferently.

"Oh! Listen! This sissy has started to make excuses for herself! Who do you think you are!? You are just a rookie with the twelfth overall pick. Abandoned rookie. Why does the head coach give you a chance, do you think you are LeBron or Cameron?" Morris said more and more. Even though An Jie admitted that Morris and him were good brothers, but An Jie was a little bit angry when Morris spoke like this.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" Anjie suppressed the anger in his heart, and he tried to convince himself that Morris was not malicious.

　　 "It's okay, I just want to tell you that you keep making excuses for yourself when you are like this. I really look down on you." After that, Morris hung up the phone. Morris on the other end of the phone suddenly regretted it. Isn't it a bit too much to do it yourself? Hope that kid can wake up.

　　 Anjie listened to the busy phone for a long time, and every word Morris had just said hurt his heart.

　　 Morris, his former best friend on the Tornado team, now actually says the same about him. Speaking of Morris, how have the Tornadoes played in recent games? Anyway, I was free today, so Anjie turned on the computer and entered the NCAA official website.

　　 Clicking on the basketball section of the NCAA Sports League, Anjie skillfully opened the record table of the Big Twelve League. The Tornado team's performance is much better than the Thunder, and they are currently ranked third in the Big Twelve.

　　 Anjie clicked on the highlights of the most recent game, which was the Tornado vs. Missouri Tigers game last Sunday.

　　 Thirty seconds before, Anjie looked enthusiastic. Anthony Ben’s dunk and Cruz’s three-pointer made him seem to have returned to the good old days. But when he saw him reach the thirty-second second, An Jie's eyes suddenly widened!

　　 On the screen, a **** man in the Cyclone No. 32 jersey viciously blocked the Missouri Tigers small forward's layup. This jersey An Jie is simply familiar. For a while, An Jie wore it in every game. Even a few months ago, An Jie wore this jersey when he participated in the NBA team trial~www.NovelMTL .com~ This person on the screen is not someone else, it is Andrew Morris!

　　 "Morris... he is back!?" Anjie turned off the video in disbelief, and directly found out the data of all the Cyclone games this season. Sure enough, Morris played every game. Although he didn't have much playing time, Morris's performance was much better than Anjie.

　　 At this time, An Jie understood what Morris meant for those ugly words. Morris was struggling with Anjie and Taylor as targets. Now seeing Anjie sinking so badly, Morris had to remind his good brother in his own way.

　　 Morris experienced more pain than Anjie experienced, ruptured Achilles tendon, and truce for almost a year. Compared with Morris, Anjie's frustration is not a frustration at all!

　　 At this time, An Jie realized how weak he had become. It was just that he had not obtained enough playing time, and An Jie began to give up on himself. Little did he know that Morris, who had suffered more than himself, was now working hard for his future. An Jie felt ashamed when he thought of this!

　　 "Huh, **** bull, I won't lose to you this time either!" An Jie suddenly got excited, and those depressed feelings were wiped out in an instant. Now he only desires to fight and to do his best on the court!

　　 Tomorrow’s game will be a game that determines the fate of many people! Whether Carlesimo can stay in the team, and whether Anjie's strong return can be successful, these will be announced in tomorrow's game one by one!

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