Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 475 This guy is fucking wicked

The press conference room at American Airlines Arena was quite large, and at that moment, over a hundred reporters flooded in.

After Riley finished speaking, you could hear a pin drop.

All the reporters stared at Riley in disbelief.

So damn arrogant!

The next moment, a reporter from the Boston Herald in the crowd broke down, giving Riley the middle finger on stage and yelling "Fuck you!"

Everyone knows that the Celtics missed out on Durant.

Everyone knows that the draw has been going on for almost half a year now, and Ainge still complains to reporters from time to time, saying that the Celtics have terrible luck.

This is also the sentiment of all Boston fans.

As a result, a large number of voices in Boston said that Durant is nothing special.

No one would dare say that Tang Sen was bad at the game, but they would find an angle to criticize him.

It's said that Tang Sen is clamoring to find the next Jordan, and his criteria for choosing people are very strict: he doesn't want tall people, he doesn't want short people, he only wants people who are 198cm tall.

In the end, they picked Durant, who had a 208-point height.

Why? It means that a suitable one could not be found.

But he had already made those boastful remarks, so Tang Sen was forced to compromise.

Can something that requires compromise be a good thing?

This is a classic case of sour grapes.

But there was nothing they could do. After tanking for a whole season, they were just a hair's breadth away from getting the number one draft pick, leaving Boston fans feeling incredibly frustrated.

Riley's words are like stabbing Boston fans in the heart and rubbing salt into their wounds.

Not far away, a reporter from the Boston Gazette was also furious and started cursing, yelling, "Riley, you're a rotten person!"

The Minnesota journalists also lost their temper and launched into a tirade of profanities.

Riley wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed even harder.

After laughing for a while, Riley quickly waved his hand and said seriously, "OK, I misspoke."

He apologized.

The scene finally calmed down a bit.

The Miami Herald's beat reporter, acting as proudly as a champion, preemptively asked Riley for his opinion on Durant's performance.

"Dude."

Riley couldn't suppress his smile and said, "He's only 18 years and one month old today, and do you know how many points he got?"

"53 points!"

Riley held up both hands, making gestures for 5 and 3.

"He made all 11 of his free throws and 4 of 7 three-pointers, for a 57% field goal percentage."

"Including three-pointers, he made 19 of 30 shots, a 63% field goal percentage."

He also had 8 rebounds, 3 assists, and 2 blocks.

"So buddy, tell me, how should I rate a player like this?"

Riley retorted loudly.

No one answered.

This performance can only be described as perfect and incredible.

"so."

Riley's eyes crinkled again, and he asked cheekily, "I still have to ask, do you regret it?"

Among the crowd, the Boston reporters broke down again.

So you apologized just to brag about Durant's performance and pave the way for your boasting, right?

That guy is fucking awful.

Riley didn't care and was too lazy to answer any more questions, so he left with a smug laugh.

Anyway, I was just showing off today. What are you going to do about it? Come and bite me if you dare.

In contrast to Riley's unbridled boasting, Durant won the praise of all the reporters at the post-game press conference.

"I want to thank my coach, my teammates, my parents for their support, and of course, I also want to thank Tang. Over the past year, he has taught me a lot, not just basketball."

The reporters in the audience nodded in agreement.

I really want to bring Riley over so I can take a good look at him.

Look at him, even an 18-year-old knows to be grateful. And you, you got a huge advantage, secretly rejoicing, and thanking Lady Luck is one thing.

And they're still showing off, so shameless.

On stage, when Tang Sen was mentioned, Durant suddenly seemed a little dazed.

Just now, there were people everywhere, some I knew and some I didn't, all coming over to talk.

Durant didn't even have time to talk to Tangsen.

He knew that Tang Sen had come to the scene and was sitting on the sidelines.

Thinking of this, Durant became somewhat anxious, hastily answering a few questions before urging for more. Seeing the questions piling up, Durant couldn't help but say, "Could you ask me later? I just remembered something."

A Miami reporter in the front row quietly reminded him that he could end the interview if he didn't want to answer.

The reporters nearby nodded in agreement.

They were still marveling at how easy-going this kid was.

Then look at Riley, he came over but didn't answer a single serious question, just kept showing off.

When Durant left the press conference, Tang Sen also finished chatting with Stern and the others, and together with Connors, followed the flow of people to the outside of the arena.

I'm planning to find a place to have a couple more drinks.

Connors treated everyone to dinner; Durant really hit the jackpot with his performance today.

While waiting for his car outside the stadium, Tang Sen glanced at the stadium exit a couple more times.

Connors, seeing this, chuckled and asked, "Then why didn't you talk to him just now?"

He guessed what Tang Sen was looking at.

When he took over Durant, he was still a minor.

I've trained them personally for over a year, so I have a deep affection for them.

Tang Sen said, "There were too many people, I didn't have time to attend to them."

Actually, I didn't really have anything to say. I've already said what I needed to say. I just felt that Durant performed so well today, so I should congratulate him and give him some encouragement.

Connors gave him a knowing look and laughed, "I remember when Kwame went to the Magic. Back then, you were just like you are now. You even prepared gifts for Kwame, worried that he would be bullied in the locker room."

Tang Sen smiled too.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Kwame was already planning to get married and had long since grown up.

“We’re getting old,” Tang Sen remarked.

Born in 75, I'm already 31 this year.

Connors quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm still young, and so are you, Don. You can work for another forty years."

A professional player can only play for ten years at most.

As a trainer, Tang Sen can work until he is seventy or even eighty years old, and people will still seek him out for training.

"Forget it." Tang Sen waved his hand.

He thought to himself that he was waiting to take over Stern's job, so why had he been stuck in this position for so long?

I've nurtured the next Jordan myself. I wouldn't say I have no regrets in life, but I'm already satisfied.

"gone."

When the car arrived, Tang Sen took one last look at the arena exit and beckoned Connors to get in.

As soon as the car left, Durant quickly ran out of the arena.

Looking around, there was no sign of Tang Sen and his companion.

He was surrounded by a large number of fans asking for autographs.

In just this one game, Durant has already conquered Miami.

Durant's debut ended perfectly.

Even before the next day, some people had already broken down that very night.

For example, Anji.

He watched the entire match live.

After watching it, he didn't say anything or smash the TV. He just went to the villa's courtyard and quietly smoked several cigars in the dark.

I finally calmed down.

He accepted that it was his good fortune to gain it and his fate to lose it.

The next day, after adjusting her mindset, Angie saw the Boston Herald's report and was completely overwhelmed.

The front page headline was about Durant breaking three records in one night, arriving in the league in a kingly manner.

The accompanying picture is a group photo of Durant, Jordan, and Stern.

This is said to be the recognition and legacy of the basketball god.

There's not much to say about this; Anji could only feel envy and admiration upon seeing it.

I was amazed at how talented this kid was, and I was glad that my judgment was right; he's a genius.

Then comes the sports section.

The front page headline featured a picture of Riley's arrogant and smug face.

The Herald didn't hold back either, with a huge headline: Please remember this face!
The report was full of criticism and scathing remarks, mocking Riley relentlessly.

He said he had never seen such an uncouth jerk.

But that glaring question, "Do you regret it?" completely broke Angie, who had been holding back all night and had finally found inner peace.

Screw you, all I regret now is not killing you during the lottery.

(End of this chapter)