Tang Tian had not expected Popovich to come.
This was an unexpected surprise on this trip to San Antonio.
And judging by the look of it, Popovich had come specifically for him.
It reminded him of the time four years ago when Popovich had gone to New York to find him alone.
Time truly was the thing that passed fastest without anyone noticing.
They made lunch at the auto repair shop. Duncan really did treat it as a hobby, and he had even set up a cafeteria behind the shop.
Seeing how familiar Popovich was with the place, he had probably come by for free meals quite often.
They poured red wine and ate, drank, and chatted.
Everything seemed to have returned to their days with the Spurs, except Davis had a rather low alcohol tolerance and was passed out before long.
Then Duncan went down too, leaving only Tang Tian and Popovich, both red-faced.
"You're ruthless, kid. You put together a four-star lineup with Walker and Butler? Are you building your own little clique?"
Popovich said whatever came to mind once he was drunk.
"I was forced into it. I didn't want to either. How about you send Xiao Hua back?"
Tang Tian was equally unfiltered.
Popovich burst into laughter.
"That's true. I like Tatum too. If that kid Leonard hadn't gotten hurt, you might not have had the chance to win the championship last season."
Popovich took another huge gulp of red wine as he spoke.
Speaking of Return to early 21st-century basketball, the Spurs had benefited the most.
Master and disciple were truly drunk now.
"But, old man, speaking of that kid Leonard, you need to keep a closer eye on his injury. He'll be the face of the Spurs for the next decade. You need to