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Chapter 42 The storm is coming

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    By the window, you can see the busy traffic outside, the sound of water flowing in the restaurant, and the fish swimming in the glass window. This restaurant in Phoenix has a unique atmosphere in its tranquility.

    Anthony and D'Antoni were eating the pizza that had just been served, and they were talking.

    "Melo, I really didn't expect you to ask me out for dinner. Logically speaking, in Phoenix, I am the host and you are the guest. It's up to me to greet you." D'Antoni said to Anthony with a smile, recalling the reception he received from Andrews before.  The moment he called, he was also surprised.

    "Hey, Mike, you're out of touch when you say that. I invited you, and the host and guest have to change." Anthony said with the same smile.

    "You're welcome, but I don't know why Melo asked me out?" D'Antoni agreed to Andrews because of their private friendship. He really didn't know the purpose of Anthony's visit to him.

    When Anthony heard Andrews get to the point, he put down his knife and fork, suddenly looked directly at D'Antoni and said, "Mike, have you ever thought about being a head coach?"

    "Head coach?" D'Antoni was shocked. He didn't expect Anthony to suddenly ask such a question. He instinctively looked around and saw no one he knew. Then he looked back and said with a tight expression, "Mei  Luo, you're not trying to trick me by inviting me to dinner, are you? If so, then I think this meal is almost done."

    D¡¯Antoni said and was about to get up.

    "Mike, don't be impatient." Anthony quickly reached out to calm D'Antoni's emotions and said with a smile, "I don't mean anything else. Just listen to what I have to say."

    D'Antoni hesitated for a moment, thinking that he would have to deal with Andrews in the future. He pulled back, frowned slightly and said, "Go ahead, but don't discuss that kind of issue again."

    "Mike, the head coach you are working with now, Frank Johnson, uses the bombardment tactic. Do you know who the inventor of the bombardment tactic is?" Anthony asked in a provocative way.

    "Paul Westhead was a great college coach in the 1980s, but he first came to prominence with the Nuggets in the 1990s. I remember that the three Musketeers of Inglash, Issel, and Vandeweghe were popular in the league at that time.  "D'Antoni said with respect in his eyes.

    "Mike, you are indeed very knowledgeable. To be honest, I only found these after checking the information, but Mike, you just said it casually." Anthony said with appreciation.

    Hearing Anthony's praise, D'Antoni couldn't help but feel a little proud. He still has his own unique understanding of bombardment tactics.

    "I still remember that when I played against the Suns in the preseason, I had already experienced the bombardment tactics, but for some reason, maybe it was Coach Johnson's reason, I always felt that this was a little different from the team I imagined. The tactics  Not to mention the level, the personnel adjustment is also poor"

    "That stubborn guy!" Before Anthony could finish speaking, D'Antoni suddenly said angrily. After finishing speaking, he realized that something was wrong with the situation. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Melo, keep talking"

    "Well, to tell you the truth, I heard your suggestion to play Barbosa during the game, but it's a pity that Coach Johnson didn't adopt it. I think if Barbosa had been there earlier in the morning, we might not have known who would play in that game.  Whoever loses wins,¡± Anthony said with a smile.

    "Alas!" D'Antoni suddenly sighed.

    "Mike, your talent is definitely not inferior to Johnson's. Compared with him, that's the difference between a vast ocean and a puddle of water. I think your talent should not be buried in Phoenix, a place that doesn't welcome you." Anthony's face was not red and his heart was not beating.  said.

    D'Antoni suddenly shook his head and looked at Anthony with piercing eyes. He had been having a bad fight with Johnson recently and was on the verge of resigning. Now listening to Anthony's praise, it seems that he has an agenda.

    "Mike, it's a pity that I'm not the general manager, just a player, but I really hope to play under you one day, because I admire your coaching ability." Anthony didn't mince words either.

    "Melo, you" D'Antoni didn't expect Anthony to suddenly say such a thing. You must know that it is rare for players to express such thoughts.

    D'Antoni was surprised at first, then shook his head bitterly and said, "Mello, if you are so honest and worry-free, I will tell you the truth. You said you want to play under me. It will be difficult for the Suns to trade you."  It's even impossible to reach the sky. Secondly, Johnson has begun to distrust me. My time in Phoenix may come to an end someday. You know, I am just an assistant coach in the end."

    "No, no, you misunderstood" Anthony quickly interrupted De'an.??Being more comfortable, Vandeweghe's mind flashed back to what Anthony said at the boss Krohnke's banquet. At that time, he felt that Anthony as a player could not raise objections to the coach. Now he sees Bzdelik in the team's trap.  He couldn't help but think back to this when he had almost no way to deal with the situation other than yelling at the top of his lungs.

    Is Anthony really prescient?  And he is just as stubborn as everyone else?

    People are selfish, and Vandeweghe is no exception. Someone will eventually be the scapegoat for the team's failure. Of course, he hopes it won't be him, and it shouldn't be him.

    Thinking of this, he picked up the phone book on the table, hesitated, and then called Suns assistant coach Mike D'Antoni.

    ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Mike, who are you looking for?¡±

    "Hey, Mike, I'm Kiki Vandeweghe. There's something I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you have time. Can we make an appointment tomorrow?"

    "Of course, it's a pleasure" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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