Bishop of the Devil

When the UCLA press conference ended, all the reporters had satisfied smiles on their faces!

There is no doubt that the conflict between the two sides in the finals has reached an irreconcilable level. After a while, Purdue University's press conference only needed to convey the words of Jim Harrick and the three seniors to West Lafayette with added embarrassment. Gangsters, these "rough guys" as Jim calls them must be very anxious!

Sure enough, within a few minutes of the Purdue University press conference, when a reporter embellished the words of UCLA coaches and players and relayed them to Richard and others, the atmosphere at the scene exploded!

"Damn! Damn UCLA!" Ben was furious. What he hated most was that his opponents used his height to criticize him, and now UCLA actually called him a dwarf in a public place like a press conference!

"I'm going to pop the balls of those weaklings at UCLA! Provided they have balls!"

"In this game, I will make them remember the name Ben Wallace completely. I will make them tremble when they think of this name!"

"Say it again, my height is 206 centimeters! I'm not short!"

The reason why Ben is so angry is actually because he is considering his own future. Will the NBA pay precious high draft picks for a two-meter-tall inside player with no offensive ability? !

It's obviously impossible!

Even if Ben performs outstandingly, NBA teams have no reason to take such risks and will definitely choose more reliable players.

But if Ben's height reaches 206 centimeters, the situation will be different...

Although 206 is a bit short, it is still acceptable for the power forward position.

As soon as Ben finished venting, Miller took the phone, scratched the back of his head, and laughed silly.

"hey-hey……"

"They must die!"

"He will die miserably, hehe..."

The reporters in the audience couldn't help but shudder. Miller's giggle made the reporters' scalps tingle. They immediately thought of those perverted serial killers...

A perverted serial killer, isn't he like Miller now? He looks honest and harmless to humans and animals, but when he attacks, he is more vicious than anyone else...

With Ben's roughness and Miller's viciousness, all reporters turned their attention to Iverson!

There is no doubt that Iverson is the boss of this West Lafayette gang and the strongest player on the team. Everyone wants to see Iverson's statement.

"They are really idiots..."

"Really, that trash O'Bannon said I was a dwarf? Didn't he, a blind man, notice that their main backcourt player Edney is only about 1.7 meters tall?!"

"Really an idiot..."

After saying that, Iverson curled his lips with disgust and didn't want to continue talking...

Seeing that Iverson had no interest in continuing, the reporters turned their attention to Richard again!

In the NCAA, the head coach is the absolute soul and absolute power of a team...

Those players in the NBA who dare to disobey or even force the head coach will definitely die miserably in the NCAA. No player can challenge the authority of the head coach in the NCAA!

"Coach Richard, Jim evaluated the Boilermakers. How do you evaluate UCLA?"

Richard sneered.

"Oh, this is a good question, because if you hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten that there is such a team in the NCAA. How long has it been since they, the so-called holy land of basketball, entered the Final Four? Fifteen Years? Twenty years?"

"Who knows..."

"Since fans across the United States gave us the nickname West Lafayette Gangster, there is no reason why we should not accept this nickname, and in the next game, I will prove to Jim Harrick that gangsters can also be successful. Well, we are not the kind of gangsters who hang out on the streets, we are super gangsters armed to the teeth!"

"Jim Harrick, clean your butt and wait for the ravages of our West Lafayette gang!"

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The speeches of both sides in the finals were written by reporters as quickly as possible in the evening newspaper of the day, causing a national sensation!

Although the NCAA finals have always been full of excitement, no finals has ever been as tit-for-tat as this one!

…

There were still two days before the finals started, but Richard welcomed a guest!

To be precise, I can't say that I am a guest, but one of my own...

Brent Barry's father, Rick Barry!

Superstars from ancient times, comparable to Chamberlain and Russell!

The finals were about to come, and Rick Barry showed up at his youngest son's team. He must have wanted to come and cheer for his youngest son.

The players are still training on the court and playing team training games...

Richard accompanied Old Barry to watch the training match. For such an ancient star, Richard should give due respect.

"Li, you are really good. I have met many young coaches, but none of them can achieve what you have achieved now!"

"Victory?! God, this is too exaggerated!"

Barry patted Richard on the shoulder and praised him sincerely...

Richard felt a little embarrassed when Old Barry praised him like this, "It's just good luck. I have a bunch of top players!"

"No, this is definitely not luck!"

"By the way, as long as your matches are broadcast live, I won't miss every game, but I discovered a problem. I think if this problem can be solved, your strength will probably be improved..."

Old Barry said to Richard with a smile on his face.

These words directly aroused Richard's strong interest. He is now in the stage of discovering and solving problems, but the team has never lost, which prevents him from discovering the deeper problems of the team...

At one point, Richard was absolutely convinced that the team he had built was perfect and impeccable!

But now that old Barry has pointed out that the team has problems, he is definitely not wrong...

"I also hope Mr. Barry can give me some advice..."

"Call that kid named Ben over here, he is the key to your continued improvement!" Old Barry smiled and pointed at Ben who just missed two free throws on the field...

"Uh..." Richard's eyelids suddenly twitched. He knew what Old Barry was trying to do!

"Coach, what do you want from me..." Ben ran to Richard and asked with a grin.

"Uh, Ben, it's Mr. Barry who has something to do with you..."

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"Ben, do you want your free throw shooting percentage to increase to 80%?!"

"Maybe even 90%!"

Old Barry said with a smile at Ben like an old witch who abducted an ignorant girl.

Daben was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly, raising his big palm-like hands in the air and waving: "I don't want to... I don't want to..."