the rest, only noise

Chapter 1007 It Started Because of You and Ended Because of You
If Louis wanted to find some reason for himself to be angry, then he had undoubtedly found it by now.

Drinking Pepsi is like seeing Lui Saotome being defiled by Takuo Yoshimura. Considering that the name of Lui and Louis are surprisingly similar, how can Louis not feel disgusted by it.

But now that everyone has not arrived, no matter how angry Louis is, he will not shoot at those people who came to the Blue Palace for training an hour earlier.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was there.

When Zhao Yuanzheng came to report, Louis had an expression of "finally waiting until today".

The Knicks were already on the verge of collapse. They were either dead or brought back to life because of something. In short, Louis needed to become a stress monster to add a breathless pressure to this gloomy atmosphere.

He stood up, without looking at Zhao Yuanzheng, and kicked the door out.

It's a pity that when Louis kicked the door, there was no photographer by his side, otherwise it would inevitably cause an uproar like the incident of Lucian kicking the door.The difference is that Lu Xi'an's kick was artificially PS by a master, while Louis' kick was clean and neat, which contained his true feelings at the moment, and Zhao Yuanzheng couldn't help feeling that if he had kicked the referee when he punched the KO referee, the referee would probably have returned to the embrace of God.

"You look good, you bastards!"

Louie came out with a scowling look on his face.

Most of the time, Louie's anger is just a kind of performance art, just like Ewing, he has long been used to it.

But today, his anger was so real.

"Before today's matchup, I was wondering if any of you got a good night's sleep last night?"

Stevens believed that there was no right answer to this question, and whether they answered yes or no, Louie would yell at them.

But it came at the right time, they needed this scolding.

"No way?" Lu Yi sneered, "Could it be that I'm the only one who didn't sleep well?"

At this time, Ewing remembered that his leader was in charge.

He took the initiative to say: "I didn't sleep well either."

"Oh, why didn't you sleep well?" Louie staged a classic fishing law enforcement, "I think you played well in statistics, and Hubie Brown even praised you."

Ewing tried to establish a correct view of data: "Data that can't help us win is just a bunch of shit."

That's really good, if it was normal, Louis would have to give him some applause to encourage him.

"Since your data is good, and I feel that your performance is impeccable, why can't you sleep?"

Louie's questions gradually became acute.

If Ewing is playing well, who is wrong?
"Because I can't win alone." Ewing said.

"Then tell me, who else has a problem?"

Louie encouraged Ewing's PUA teammates, as he has done in the past.

But after the Garden of Eden incident, Ewing obviously felt the change in the team's internal atmosphere, so he restrained himself a lot compared to the past.

In the past he was too strong, almost unkind, like an emotionless winning machine-yet ugly-and now, he has overcorrected.

Louie asked him to point out the problems of his teammates. He looked at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Wilson.

He didn't push any of them in front of Louis to be scolded, but took it all himself.

"It's because I didn't play well, and I didn't drive other people." Ewing said.

"If you don't know what's wrong, don't stand up and waste my time, go to the side to cool off, you idiot!"

Louis was dissatisfied with Ewing's performance, immediately "kicked him off" and walked in front of other people.

"Sean, do you fucking think of Charles Barkley as one of those low-level power forwards in the East? What have you been playing in the past few games? Just like you, you will never be the best power forward in your life!"

"Don't look at me like that! You let Charles Barkley average 22 points per game in the Finals and shoot more than [-]% of the field. You should be ashamed. Sean, you can no longer use the childish reason that you are a high school rookie to comfort yourself. If you continue to play like this, I'm sure you will never catch up with Barkley in your life!"

Starting from Kemp, the Knicks' starters began to be angrily reprimanded by Louie.

Miller blushed when Louis scolded him.

Louie called him a man who does not lift, because he can only guarantee the touch in the first half, and his efficiency in the second half is very unstable.

"I'm not fucking! If they can't send a comfortable pass, I can't guarantee the hit rate!" Miller retorted with reason.

"So you fucking want to put the blame on whoever is passing the ball? Are you trying to say John or Muhammad? Everyone knows they're the best passers, and now you fucking want to tell me their pass quality isn't high enough to get you to that goddamn basket? Reggie, Reggie, you have a fucking thick skin, the US Department of Defense should use your ass face to study new body armor!"

The biggest difference between Miller and other players is that he has an extremely hot temper, and he cannot allow himself to be accused of doing so without doing anything wrong.

"If they pass the ball well and I can't make it, then I take all the blame, but they just don't pass the ball well, especially Benj!" Miller yelled. "I'm fed up with their random games!"

"Okay, then let's see if there is any problem with their passing!" Louie pointed at the court, "Start today's confrontation immediately, Benj, you better pass the ball to me and let Reggie know how much he is like a useless waste in the game!"

When everyone thought that Louie was targeting Miller and Kemp, Wilson made a pass error, which made everyone realize that there was no target at all.

"Benj, maybe Reggie is right? Is your passing so bad? Are you watching your teammates? You can't compare to MJ on the offensive end. Are you not as good as passing?"

This is simply to line up people in a row and shoot indiscriminately with machine guns.

When Ewing was grabbed by Yu Tiancan for an offensive rebound, Louis sneered, "That's why we were so embarrassed by that Lithuanian with a head as big as a fucking buffalo. Our starting center can't even handle a rookie!"

Then Yu Tiancan encountered black for 4 minutes.

In 4 minutes, he couldn't touch the ball, couldn't get stuck in position, and couldn't protect the rebound at all.

Ewing turned him over several times like crazy.

Since the Knicks' intra-team confrontation matches adhere to the principle of not blowing the whistle without seeing blood, the intensity of the confrontation is often greater than the actual combat.

In many cases, the accumulated fouls by both sides in a game are less than 5 times.

The only body whistle is when someone completes a wonderful goal in the distance, blowing "And one".

For a while, the intensity suddenly dropped, and Louis stood on the sidelines and taunted others.

"So this is your attitude in the confrontation match? No wonder we are so embarrassed by the Portlanders. You are not willing to work hard even in training. How can you expect you to go to the arena to work hard? You are a bunch of shameless stupid dogs. If you don't want to fight, get out of here. Sean Kemp, is that also called a slot? Are you starting for a long time and want to go back to play as a substitute Yikusitian?"

Stockton, the most consistent player on the Knicks, dropped the ball after being knocked to the ground by Wilson.

This kind of blameless mistake is the opportunity that Louis has been waiting for for a long time.

"John, you always complain about why you are replaced at critical moments. Now you know, this is the answer. You are too soft. Although you look like an old-fashioned tough guy, you are actually a soft guy. When someone fights you, you want to fall down and cheat fouls, but why would the referee call a foul for you? What do you think you are? You are not MJ or Benj, so the referee will not call a foul for you."

In the Blue Palace, no one is spared.

As long as there is a mistake, Louis will scold.

Even when Yu Tiancan made a mistake, Louis had to say, "The Chinese team is hopeless depending on you and me."

The Knicks assistants seem to be invisible.

Tom Thibodeau, who didn't know the situation, wanted to persuade Louis to go back to the office. He was a little too excited.

But was stopped by Zhao Yuanzheng.

"Tom, we don't have to do anything today."

"But."

Zhao Yuanzheng said: "Coach Lu knows it well."

Know what?

These are the most incomprehensible words Thibodeau has ever heard. In this scene, every player looks like he is about to break with Louis. Does he still know it?
When someone got the match point 3-2, shouldn't the top priority be to revive the team's morale to fight for the sixth game? What is this doing?

After making it like this, Zhao Yuanzheng also said that Louis knew it well.

Tomjanovich, who has partnered with Louie for many years, has long been familiar with the eccentricity. Although he didn't have Louis' order, he stood silently on the sidelines and circled the names of those players who were not influenced by Louis and had a strong will.

When the Knicks were down 1988-1 to the Celtics in 3, Louie came in and then started the "guys who still wanted to win" in a life-or-death Game [-].

If nothing else, there will be a similar process this year.

But the Knicks are now recognized that they can't beat the Blazers, not that they have lost confidence, or that no one wants to win.

Louis had his own reasons for doing so. Tomjanovich would not ask, he would only record valuable information.

The intensity of this competition is unimaginable.

In 20 minutes, the two teams played 24 to 23, and the Jamaica Stars led by Ewing won.

"Benj, you can't even win this. I can't imagine what I will fight against the Blazers tomorrow!"

Louis left this sentence, turned and left.

On the training ground of the Blue Palace, the atmosphere was dead silent, as if the end of the world was coming, filled with an atmosphere of despair.

But amidst this desperation, there was also some incredible anger burning in some people's eyes.

Ewing followed Louis, and he was scolded miserably, but he felt that Louis' behavior in the Blue Palace today was a bit deliberate.

He came to Louie's office.

"Why, haven't you been scolded enough?" Louis didn't even look at him.

"I know where the problem is!" Ewing said, "Benj has changed. He no longer plays like he used to, and he no longer communicates with us. This problem must be solved, otherwise we will not be able to beat Portland!"

The corner of Louis' mouth raised unconsciously: "What's the use of telling me this?"

"If I don't tell you, who else can I tell?"

"Fuck it! Did I fucking slap him? Since you can drive Benj crazy with one slap, then slap me again and bring back the old Benj!" Louie, who was still smiling a second ago, suddenly roared, "I don't care whether you want to kowtow in front of him to admit your mistake or lick his sole with your tongue, this is what you should do. It starts because of you and ends because of you, understand?!"

"Any question?"

"Gone."

"Then get out, don't be an eyesore here!"

Just as Ewing was about to leave, Louis called to stop him again.

"Wait!" said Louie in a commanding tone. "Send John Selley over here."

　Do you know what day is tomorrow?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)