The No.1 Anti-Fans in Basketball-Chapter 164 - 115: Away? Home court!

On the plane to Cleveland, Hansen and Conley were chatting about the game as usual.

For the Grizzlies, it was just a very ordinary regular-season game, even similar to a giveaway game like the one against the Timberwolves they played before.

But because of the beef between Hansen and the Cavaliers, this game obviously had a different flavor.

The moon is just as round abroad, and emotional intelligence is certainly not absent in the NBA.

Conley was specifically discussing how to create opportunities for Hansen.

Face-slapping a former team was naturally enjoyable for the teammates.

Especially since the Grizzlies were supposed to be in their honeymoon period.

During the chat, Hansen looked up and saw Randolph wearing headphones and quietly listening to music in the front row corner.

Ever since the last visit to Guy’s house, he started to pay more attention to Randolph subconsciously.

It was then that he noticed that Randolph seemed much quieter compared to the beginning of the season.

Having little interaction with Randolph, he could only attribute it to "feeling down due to poor performance because of injuries."

"Has Zack encountered anything recently?" Hansen turned and asked Conley in a lowered voice.

Being the most well-liked on the Grizzlies, Conley would likely be the first to know if anything was happening within the team.

Conley shook his head.

Conley hadn’t heard anything, so it seemed the situation was just as he thought.

The plane landed at Cleveland Hopkins International Airport, and the moment Hansen disembarked, he felt that familiar fresh air.

It was exactly the same feeling he had when he first came to Cleveland, where the greening rate is high.

And speaking of which, the air here could rival Jamison’s.

When they exited the exit point, they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Are these people here to welcome us?" Guy, walking in the lead, asked puzzledly.

Having played in the NBA for many years, it was not his first time in Cleveland, but it was the first time he encountered such a scene.

There were a lot of fans lined up on both sides of the exit, and they were holding up many signs.

Behind him, Randolph gave him a caring look: No brains, and now no eyes too?

Guy squinted his eyes; you know I’m short-sighted! I should have worn my contact lenses on the plane.

Conley and Hansen also walked out.

"Hansen, they’re here to welcome you," Conley noticed the signs right away.

"Come back, Hansen!", "The management are idiots! They are all idiots!", "The Cavaliers can’t be without Han"...

For NBA players returning to their former home court, they have to consider whether they’ll be booed or cheered.

But clearly, Hansen didn’t need to consider this at all.

Hansen hadn’t expected such a scene either.

He believed he had done right by the Cavaliers. He wouldn’t be booed, but he hadn’t anticipated this reception either.

It made him think back to the fan farewell he received when he first left Cleveland.

He indeed was quite popular in Cleveland.

He found Hollins behind him, hoping to go and sign autographs and take photos with the fans.

Hollins initially wanted to refuse, but Joerger at his side spoke a few words for Hansen, and he finally got the instruction "Don’t take too long."

Hansen gave Joerger a grateful look; this assistant coach, though a defensive-minded like Hollins and Brown, was quite different.

Seeing Hansen approach, the fans instantly erupted.

Guy couldn’t help but stop and look back, a hint of envy in his eyes; he had never been treated like that in Memphis.

Even Randolph paused to take a longer look.

Conley, however, couldn’t help shaking his head.

He couldn’t understand why a player so loved by fans would be easily discarded by the management.

...

"No, we won’t regret it, after LeBron left, the team entered a rebuilding phase, OJ is a more talented player, he is our trade target."

Just as the Grizzlies arrived in Cleveland, statements by Cavaliers General Manager Chris Grant sparked quite a debate.

"I’ve always said, the general manager of the Cavaliers is just for show; the management doesn’t realize where the problem lies."

"Who would admit their mistakes? Just swelling their faces to look fat."

"OJ is indeed a very talented player, but he isn’t the one ’who can help the team win games.’"

"I think Grant’s right? Hansen also couldn’t help us contend, just reaching the playoffs won’t help, rebuilding is inevitable."

"Rebuilding? Can you ensure the players you pick later are better than Han? You could have skipped the rebuilding process, yet you jumped right into it!"

"Why do you speak so lightly of ’making the playoffs’? How many times have we made the playoffs?"

"I think most people underestimate Han, he’s now Memphis’s Scoring King, and he’s a newcomer for that team."

The internet is a reflection of reality; when so many fans turned up at the airport to welcome Hansen, the attitude of Cleveland fans towards Hansen was crystal clear.

After a brief rest at the hotel, Hollins took the team to the Quicken Loans Arena for training.

A strict coach always starts with training.

Walking into the familiar old arena, including the familiar "bathhouse", Hansen felt as if it were yesterday.

And there were familiar faces as well.

Not long after he arrived in the locker room, an old acquaintance came looking for him.

David Griffin.

Griffin had come a long way; he was now the assistant general manager.