On the 29th, he conducted another two hours of strength training in the morning. At noon, he rushed to the headquarters and joined the team.
The Smiling Assassin Isiah Thomas officially returned. When Zhou Quan saw him, he found that this guy's spirit did not seem to be very high.
"Doesn't he want to come back?"
He shook his head. That shouldn't be the case. Thomas might still find it difficult to accept the substitute position in his heart. In addition, after two consecutive championships, with the increase in injuries, that arrogant spirit has long been gone, and now he has given up. The main force position caused the whole person's energy and spirit to be gone. Even if he came back, he would not be able to return to his previous state.
The Pistons arrived in New York at two o'clock in the afternoon. After settling in the hotel, it was already three-thirty.
At the request of the media, the team arranged a press conference at the hotel.
The comeback of Thomas is of course the protagonist, and the media's attention is almost all on him.
"Isiah, when you gave up your main position, you gave up your core position. Was this change caused by the ugly locker room violence?"
The first person to ask a question was a reporter from the New York Daily News. The question he asked embarrassed Thomas and the entire Pistons.
"No, everyone knows it's because of my injury." Thomas denied.
"Have you decided to retire?" the reporter asked.
"Not really." Thomas shook his head.
"After Jordan was swept by Jordan in the Eastern Conference Finals, you refused to shake his hand and left directly. Is it rude? Do you admit that you were defeated by Jordan?" the reporter asked again.
"Next."
The host then signaled the staff to go up and confiscate the reporter's microphone, and then he turned over the cards of a Los Angeles Daily reporter.
"Isiah, you chose to reconcile with Iron Fist, but do you really not hate him? It should be said that because of him, You and Ranbir, your reputations have been ruined."
The Los Angeles Daily reporter asked Thomas another question that upset him.
Thomas hesitated for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said, "We have truly reconciled."
"Is there no secret war?" the reporter asked.
"No."
Thomas's voice became colder and colder, and he became a little impatient.
"Iron Fist, why didn't you choose to leave the Pistons?"
The third questioner was a New York Sports reporter.
"Why should I choose to leave?" Zhou Quan asked with a puzzled look on his face.
The reporter said in surprise: "Your experience in the Pistons locker room is enough to give you a reason to leave. No one can stop you, including the Pistons boss."
A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, he shook his head and smiled: "If we do what you said, then no team in the two major leagues of NFL and NHL will be complete, and even these two major leagues will collapse long ago. There can be fights within their team every day, and I'm well aware of that.
For me, that fight was nothing. I didn’t intend to let a fight that was nothing matter become a major event that changed my career. It didn’t have that weight yet, and I couldn’t let it determine my career. future. "
"You're weird." The reporter said helplessly.
"No, I'm not weird. You think I'm weird because you took that incident too seriously."
Shaking his head, Zhou Quan smiled confidently: "But I said, to me, that's nothing, it's something I often have to face, I'm familiar with it, and I have the ability to deal with it.
Because on the ice hockey rink, I am the executioner responsible for settling conflicts. And as it turns out, I've figured it out. "
"He is also the executor who caused the conflict." The reporter smiled bitterly.
"Yes, that is also the executioner's duty, the first duty." Zhou Quan smiled.
This time it was the smiling assassin's turn to smile bitterly.
Indeed, that's what Iron Fist does on the ice hockey rink, deliberately causing conflicts and then settling them. This is what the executioner does, and when he causes trouble for Iron Fist, he is actually challenging people as an amateur to professionals. Professional, how stupid?
30, Madison Square Garden.
Zhou Quan is here for the second time, the last time was the draft in April.
At six o'clock, after dinner, the team returned to the locker room. The game started at eight o'clock, and there was still time to chat.
"Isiah, Joe, Zhou, please come out."
Chuck Daly called the three men out of the locker room, where McCloskey was waiting for them.
"Jack, what's the matter?"
Thomas asked, looking at McCloskey.
In the Pistons, the boss doesn't care too much. It's this old man who really decides everything. The origin and inheritance of the bad boy is this general manager with a military background.
McCloskey pondered for a moment, looked at Thomas and said, "Now our goal is very clear, to grow Iron Fist as soon as possible. I plan to spend at least two seasons cultivating him."
At this time, he looked at Zhou Quan and said: "Zhou, there is no doubt about your organizational ability. The team's request for you is to continue to tap your potential in this area, but at the same time, you must strengthen your personal offensive ability with the ball and your personal finishing." ability.
Although you don’t want to be a bad boy, I hope you can become an offensive point guard like Isiah, who can not only organize the offense and make his teammates better, but also can stand up and decide everything at critical moments, just like President Xi Jinping in 1988. Isiah did the same thing in the G6 finals, scoring 25 points in a single quarter. "
Having said this, he glanced at Thomas who was a little disappointed with emotion, and said in an infinitely reluctant tone:
"In that battle, Isiah injured his right ankle and was unable to stand up from the floor several times. However, when the team fell behind, he resolutely stood up with an injured leg and showed everyone with 25 points in a single quarter. The world showed the resilience of our bad boy legion.
Although we ended up losing that game by one point and ultimately the finals, all of us are still proud of that game. "
When McCloskey said this, Chuck Daly nodded in agreement, and Joe Dumas looked at Thomas with admiration.
Isaiatos, on the other hand, puffed up his chest, and the vigor that had long disappeared from his body seemed to have returned, and there was light in his eyes.
Zhou Quan knew from their reactions that he still had a long way to go if he wanted to make a name for himself in the Pistons. He also had a long way to go to replace the Smiling Assassin's position in the Pistons.
This team has no shortage of honors at all. It was even the iconic team in the entire league in the mid-to-late 1980s. After the era of the black and white heroes, there was the era of the bad boys. All teams are still imitating the style of the bad boys. , on this team, the imprint of the Bad Boys Legion is too deep.
He wants to re-brand his own imprint on such a team, which is very, very difficult, almost impossible to do.
But he believed in the teacher's words, fighting against others and against the sky was endless fun. The more difficult it was, the more he wanted to challenge it.
