Wishful Thinking

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"Do you believe in God?" Liam asked.

"Coach, I am the most devout believer in God," Curry said with a serious expression.

"I don't know if this is a dream, but it is a miracle that I can meet you. Looking back ten years later, we will know how incredible it all is. Stephen, please trust me as you trust yourself. I promise you that we will create a legend," Liam's voice was low and powerful.

He finally realized that he could not keep a normal state of mind in front of Curry. He always felt excited in his heart. He had to say these words. He couldn't bear to see Curry doubting himself.

Curry stared at Liam in a daze. Although he still thought he could not reach that level, he was deeply moved by the sincerity and recognition in Liam's words.

In the endless darkness, a beam of light finally appeared before his eyes. No matter how ethereal and illusory this light was, he had to hold on to it tightly.

"Coach, I believe you," Curry nodded heavily.

Liam smiled and said:

"Very well, in that case, I have a few suggestions for you."

Curry pretended to listen carefully.

Liam continued:

"I noticed that you are a two-motion shooter. Although your shooting speed is already very fast, if you want to play in the NCAA without gaining weight, you need a faster shooting speed. I hope you can change to a one-motion shot this summer, so that your shooting speed will be as fast as possible."

"If I don't change my shooting form, I can't play in the NCAA?" Curry asked.

"Of course not, but changing your form will make you play better."

"Okay, I'll change it when I get back!"

"In addition, I hope that after you go back, you can practice ball control and passing in a targeted manner. In the new season, you will be the team's primary ball handler. You need to change your habit of focusing on off-ball offense. I suggest you watch more game videos of Chris Paul and Steve Nash. They are real passing masters. I don't ask you to make the same exquisite assists as them, but you must have the qualities that a point guard should have," Liam said.

"No problem, coach," Curry agreed.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you can stick to it. You are Dell Curry's child, and you grew up in an NBA environment. This is your luck, but also your shackle. If you want to get out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter," Liam said slowly.

Curry felt that every word Liam said touched his heart. No one had ever understood him so well. Even his family didn't know that he was always eager to surpass his father.

"Coach, I will definitely do it!" Curry said with a firm look in his eyes.

"I'm looking forward to your surprise," Liam said with a smile. "I'm going to the bathroom and will be back soon."

He got up and left, leaving Curry alone drinking his coffee.

Curry waited for a while, and the coffee in his cup was almost gone. Liam hadn't come back yet, so he went to the counter to pay, but the waiter told him:

"The gentleman just now has already paid the bill."

Liam just came out of the bathroom, and Curry said dissatisfiedly:

"Coach, I agreed to buy you coffee!"

Liam smiled and said:

"Your pocket money is hard-earned; keep it for yourself."

"Thank you, coach," Curry laughed happily, and then explained, "I spend all my spare time practicing basketball. Otherwise, I would have pocket money. Many of my classmates have their own cars, but my mother doesn't agree to let me drive and only gives me a small amount of pocket money every month."

Liam patted his shoulder:

"This is Sonya's love for you. You will understand it later. Remember, only by treating basketball with the purest attitude can you achieve the greatest success."

Curry said seriously:

"Coach, I've got it. I'll spend all my time practicing."

The two walked out of the cafe and headed towards the hotel. Liam's smile became more and more proud. He had actually become Curry's head coach and spiritual mentor!

Who can make Curry listen to me? I'll be the one to do it!

The next day, Liam dug out Curry's high school game video and gave it to Stevens.

After he finished watching it, the two of them worked together to design tactics for Curry for the new season.

Because of Curry's joining, the team's playing style also had to change, and Liam and the coaching staff also changed the team's overall tactics.

Matthew Graves continued to be in charge of the team's recruitment work, but the talented local high school students in Indiana had long been snatched up by major prestigious schools. He could only sign a few high school students who were only slightly famous locally as substitutes or redshirt players.

In less than a week, the Bulldogs' recruiting efforts came to a close.

Liam looked at the roster in his hand and was very glad that Curry was recruited; otherwise, he would have no confidence in leading the team to the top 16.

While Matthew Graves and Stevens were busy, Liam was not idle either. He reread all the professional books that the original body had read and carefully studied the notes taken by the original body.

Although the memories inherited from the original body have been deeply engraved in his mind, they are not his own, and there is always a sense of alienation when recalling them. After half a month of hard study, Liam gradually mastered the memories of the original body and gradually turned them into his own understanding of basketball.

According to his assessment, three months of careful study will allow him to fully master these memories.

Only then will he have enough confidence to coach the team.

Fortunately, the Bulldogs do not need to play games now. The specific training matters are handled by the coaching staff led by Stevens. Liam only needs to watch the players training on the sidelines, applaud, and cheer from time to time to make his presence felt as the head coach. Otherwise, he might really be exposed.

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"Well done, keep it up!" Stevens cheered from the sidelines.

The team was in training. Half a month had passed since Curry came to Butler University for a tryout. The players were practicing the new tactics designed by the coaching staff.

The team's starting point guard, Ben Slaton, swung the ball to the left side of the court according to the established tactics, but AJ Graves, who was supposed to receive the ball there, remained in the interior. The basketball flew out of the court, and Liam happened to be standing there, looking forward without focus, obviously in a daze.

Bang!

The basketball flew past and hit him hard in the face.

"Ouch!" Liam howled, squatted down, covered his nose with both hands, felt his nose sore, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ben Slaton panicked and ran over quickly:

"I'm sorry, coach, I didn't mean to do that. Are you okay?"

The players gathered around and showed concern for their head coach.

"Boss, do you need to go to the hospital? I'll carry you," Julian Beko quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Sorry, coach, I made a mistake in my positioning..." AJ Graves' eyes were full of worry.

Although it was a training session, Ben Slaton's pass was so powerful that it happened to hit Liam's nose, one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. He squatted on the ground for a long time and couldn't speak.

After a few minutes, Liam rubbed his nose. Although it was painful, it was not serious. He stood up from the ground and said in a very nasal voice:

"I'm fine, you guys continue training."

The players were relieved to see that their coach was fine, and Ben Slaton and AJ Graves apologized again.

Stevens looked at Liam thoughtfully but said nothing and continued to guide the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked up to Liam and asked,

"Liam, Liam?"

"Ah? Do you have something to talk to me about?" Liam, who was in a daze, came back to his senses and looked at Stevens.

"Do you know that this is the 57th time you have been in a daze in the past half month? Are you worried about something?" Stevens asked.

Liam was stunned and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Are there that many?"

"I'm kidding," Stevens said with a serious expression, "but if you keep daydreaming like this during practice, you'll be the first head coach in Bulldogs history to be hit by a ball and sent to the hospital!"

Liam sighed, waved to Stevens to follow, and the two walked out of the stadium.

"Brad, do you think I have a chance of becoming the head coach of an NBA team?" Liam's tone sounded slightly distressed.

"Of course it's possible. You are the youngest head coach in the NCAA right now. You have a good chance of entering the NBA in 20 years."

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, within five years, preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think it is?" Liam asked.

After meeting Curry, he recalled what he said the night before he traveled through time. Could it be that he traveled back to 2006 because of his "great wish"?

And the original dream was also to coach an NBA team. If he could coach the Warriors and continue to be Curry's head coach...

Liam felt excited just thinking about it. In the past few days, he had imagined himself as the head coach of the Warriors countless times in his mind.

Stevens didn't answer but looked up at the horizon.

At this time, they just walked out of Hinkle Fieldhouse. The orange sunset was setting in the west. The scorching sunlight in the daytime turned into a soft dark red sunset glow, which sprinkled on the earth, rendering an exceptionally peaceful atmosphere.

"Today's sunset is really nice," Liam exclaimed.

"I mean, it's not even dark yet; why are you already dreaming?" Stevens said lightly.

"Uh... okay." Liam looked a little depressed.

He also knew that this idea was ridiculous, but if he really waited ten or twenty years before coaching in the NBA, Curry would have retired, and his career would be over.

"Don't be delusional. Unless the Warriors owner is crazy, he will never hire a young man in his twenties to be the team's head coach. Do you think Chris Cohan is an idiot?" Stevens continued to stab him.

Liam let out a long sigh, feeling that the "grand wish" he had made would be shattered.

But a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head, and he looked straight at Stevens and said word by word:

"You just said that the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

End of this chapter

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