"Fuck! Fuck! You are a bunch of scum. You are a bunch of stupid pigs. You are not suitable for development in this league at all. I suggest you go back and retire and sell hamburgers at KFC. There is no job more suitable for you than this job."

George Karl looked at all the players and roared loudly. For a head coach, he can tolerate the team's losses, allow the team to encounter difficulties, and even accept a losing streak.

But the only thing that cannot be accepted is a group of players who have no desire to win. In sports competition, if a team does not have the desire to win, then it is not far away from being ruined.

As an athlete, no matter what industry or competitive event it is, you must have the desire to be better than everyone else. This is the only way to ensure that you always win.

The atmosphere and predicament the team is in at this time is that everyone seems to have lost their self-confidence due to continuous failures. For athletes, self-confidence is everything they have, and it is more important than skills.

George Karl is not usually very good at losing his temper. He has always felt that coaches who use rage and reprimands to solve problems are incompetent. Real strong men are always calm and composed.

Moreover, during the training process, if players are found to have made mistakes, they will not directly reprimand them. Instead, they will first ask the player why, and then ask him to do this action hundreds of times as punishment, and then ensure that the player

Players don't make mistakes like this.

This trick of his has always been unfavorable. When all the players he coached mentioned his name, they all gave thumbs up and praised him. Words of admiration and praise poured out in droves as if they were free of charge.

He has even been called a gentleman coach by fans, and he has always been proud of it.

But all of this was broken today. When George Carl saw everyone's expressions and looks, as well as the atmosphere surrounding the entire lounge, he could no longer suppress his anger. It seemed that all the savings he had accumulated since he started working

All the anger and anger surged into my heart in an instant.

His face turned red. He felt that he had never been so angry in his life. He clenched his hands. The attack and belittlement he had just suffered at the press conference came back to his mind instantly. The temperature of his whole body rose. The rage had swallowed him up.

of reason.

"Fuck! Fuck! You non-human beings, you don't deserve to have a locker room. You should wear protective gear to participate in the game. You should not wear the team uniform. You are sorry to all the fans who are looking forward to you, and you are also sorry to the team logo on the jersey."

, Damn it, how could I coach a bunch of pigs like you."

With that said, George Karl felt that these team members were really embarrassed, so he simply stepped forward, pulled down the team uniforms, jerseys, and everything else that could be seen next to the locker room, and threw them away.

On the ground.

After doing this, he still didn't feel relieved. He happened to see the water dispenser in the locker room in the corner. He picked up the bottled water on the dispenser and threw it to the ground. The plastic bucket just fell to the ground.

It was smashed immediately, and the pure water inside immediately burst out in all directions, and water droplets splashed on the faces of all the players, assistant coaches, and staff.

But at this time, everyone did not dare to say anything. They looked at the angry coach in disbelief. Everyone had never seen the coach like this before, and the angry look was too shocking and scary. They were afraid that this anger would

It was vented on myself.

Even big names like Paul and Yao Ming still dare not express any opinions. After all, in the team, only the coach is the biggest, and the players are just the soldiers under the coach. Every coach has a high degree of respect for the team.

Control.

After venting these emotions, George Karl finally regained some of his sanity. He moved a stool and sat in the middle surrounded by all the players. Then he breathed heavily and untied his suit and tie to let the temperature drop all over his body.

.

"Let's talk about the main reason for this failure. From my perspective, all of you are in a mess. You don't have a clear goal. It can be said that you don't rely on tactics at all to do the work you should do. Call you

It's totally inappropriate to be a basketball player, you just ran around on the court for 48 minutes."

Having said this, George Karl felt his anger rising again. He stood up directly, lifted the stool under his body and threw it to the ground. A huge sound spread directly from the entire lounge and resounded throughout the surrounding buildings.

"To be honest, when I saw you guys playing, I really wanted to go home. I would rather sit at home and watch TV than play basketball in front of you stupid pigs. This is a kind of torture for me."

"I really hope to bid farewell to this kind of life tomorrow and never have to watch you guys play. To be honest, leading the team in my hometown primary school brings me more honor and glory than coaching you."

"Defenders, you are so far away that you are afraid of bumping into other defenders. Are you going to defend with your eyes? Are you all a bunch of sissies? Are you going to go home and hide in your mother's arms for comfort later? You are a bunch of cowards.

, I really want to open your pants to see if there are eggs,"

"Offensive staff, no matter how many times you shoot the basketball, you can't make it. It seems like you are suffering from Alzheimer's disease. My neighbor's 80-year-old grandma is more accurate than you. My God, are you allowed to shoot the ball?"

Is it so hard to shoot that damn basketball in that hoop?”

After saying this, George Karl helplessly covered his eyes, fearing that his anger would rise again when he saw this group of players.

"If possible, I really hope not to see you play. Every time you go on the court these days, I feel like vomiting. If you continue to play like this without any intention of winning, I think we

I can't even make it to the playoffs. I don't want to see the disappointed eyes of the fans on the field every time, and I don't want to face the ridicule of the reporters again."

After saying this, George Karl felt haggard, waved his hands, and was about to leave the locker room. He really didn't want to say anything today.

"I am experienced in many battles. You basketball bastards are the worst team I have ever led and you are also the most rubbish players in this league. You are not worthy of standing on the basketball court. If you cannot end the game next time, you will fail."

, I will pull off all your heads and stuff them into the toilet one by one. That is where you should be."
Chapter completed!