As a team that eats the most international football bonuses, Patterson wrote Dragic in his small notebook.

And the second point that surprised Patterson was... How could this Jordan be so weak!

All of them were predicted to be selected in the second round and were beaten up!

"Damn, if you can get a lottery, I think I can do it too..." The Great Sage was really convinced. This is because he had Jordan's name but not Jordan's life.

"It seems that DeAndrew really didn't have any surprises, Way." Patterson shook his head at Wayne, too. "If we missed Ibaka or McGee, I think we could try Asik and Pekovic.

Pekovic has strength, tonnage and skills, and he is already a professional player, more mature than Jordan Jr. If necessary, we can buy out immediately and bring him from Europe. What do you think?"

"Well, our preferred target is undoubtedly Ibaka. But if I missed Ibaka, I think we can still bet on Jordan Jr.

He really doesn't have much skill, but I think he can defend, which is enough. In this kind of game, he has nothing to show, so he looks weak.

But I believe that in real games, he can play the role a blue-collar player should play.

Our goal is to find a young and energetic blue-collar insider, isn’t we?”

Wayne expressed his thoughts. Although he was very clear, Wayne was saying in his heart: "I can't make up so quickly. Your performance really makes me unable to find the entry point even if I want to brag!"

"Okay, I will think carefully. By the way, what's his name when the guy you asked me to pay attention to last time?" Patterson did not refute, but instead pulled the topic.

"who?"

"It's the center you said we can try to sign."

"Oh, his name is Chris Anderson."

Wayne smiled slightly, let you know next season...
Chapter completed!