the rest, only noise

Chapter 124 I just want this team to be what it should be

That night, Louis returned to the hotel and knocked on the doors of Thomas and Sampson one after another. He wanted to know how the two felt after being paired up by the reporter.

Sampson is still calm, after all, many of his performances tonight cannot be seen from the statistics.

Thomas acted frankly: "I won the game, why should I be sad? It's their business that they like Larry, why should I be angry? I will do my best on the court, and there is no need to be sad if I try my best, that's it."

Louie doesn't know Thomas, but he knows Thomas' nemesis, Jordan.

On Jordan, Thomas did a lot of double-faced things, but this was only aimed at Jordan, and there were many things Louis didn't understand.Therefore, he will not trust Thomas' one-sided words.

It's just that he refused to admit it, and Louis couldn't say any more, so he took it as the truth.

Back in his hotel room, Louie received a voicemail from Auerbach.

"Congratulations on your victory, I would like to know the details about this game, please call me back as soon as possible."

Louis originally wanted to call Auerbach back, but the signal to Boston was very bad, so he could only reply to Auerbach by voice message.

The next day, the Celtics returned to Boston.

Being able to bring the game back to the home court is enough for some fans.

In this turbulent season, many people have been exhausted physically and mentally.

Before the new labor agreement was reached, many teams had already made plans not to play in the playoffs.

Later, a labor-management agreement was successfully reached. Although the season continued, the damage caused to the team during the season was irreparable. Many teams performed far below expectations in the playoffs.

The Celtics are just one of them.

It can be said that this season is the most accidental, most influential, and relatively least competitive season since 1976.

Only the Philadelphia 76ers are ready to hit the championship.

Big favorites like the Celtics are falling apart long before the playoffs.

Louis immediately rushed to the general manager's office of the Greek Academy to report the situation to Auerbach.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the morning. When Louis arrived at Auerbach's office, the air conditioner wasn't even turned on. The old man was eating fried noodles and a bottle of beer that had just been delivered.

Louis consciously took the Coke out of the refrigerator.

He was too thirsty, so he opened it and drank it, but found that the taste was not right.

"What is Pepsi?" Louis asked.

Auerbach gave him a blank look, "It's all Coke, you still pick and choose!"

"Is that Pepsi for people to drink?" Louis took a sip before putting it back in the refrigerator.

"Damn it, pay attention to your quality!" The fried noodles in Auerbach's mouth flew all over the mouth, and the whole mouthful spewed out. "What do you mean after you opened the bottle and took a sip and put it back?"

Louie said: "The taste makes me want to throw up, but I'm not sure if others like it or not. I just took a sip, didn't eat anything in the morning, brushed my teeth, and have no bad breath. I'm healthy and absolutely clean. Who can dislike me?"

"Throw it away if you don't drink it, I don't need you to save money for me!"

Seeing Louis's virtue, Auerbach suddenly felt that fried noodles and beer were not tasty.

"You asked me to report to you, but you didn't even give me a drink." Louis shook his head in disappointment, "Reed, do you have a good conscience?"

Auerbach picked up the chopsticks again.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll eat mine, you talk yours!"

Louis took the Coke out of the refrigerator and put it on the table. If he was too thirsty later, he would take a few sips to deal with it.

"What do you want to know?" Louis asked.

"I want to know the details of the game, your thoughts." Auerbach said decisively.

"There are no details to speak of. I can't think of any link that deserves attention." Louis said casually, "We won because our execution ability was greatly enhanced. The better they performed, the more it shows that they deliberately didn't work hard when Coach Fitch was around."

Auerbach knew this was the case.

At this time, he was not angry.

"It's the head coach's job to set up the locker room and make the players willing to play for him. Bill screwed up." Auerbach said decisively, "He deserved it."

Louis smiled lightly: "Yes, I think so too. I can understand it logically, but from a professional attitude, this is unacceptable. They can't deliberately lose just because they hate Bill."

For Auerbach, it was an accident that Fitch dismissed midway through the get out of class, but being able to help Louis get on the horse in advance is also considered to have made the right choice at the wrong time.

He watched the game last night, and he could see that the Celtic players trusted Louis and were basically able to implement his tactical intentions.

"Next, what are your plans?"

Auerbach wondered about Louie's follow-up plans.

"I will try my best to win the fifth game, but I believe the Bucks will win this round of the series." Louis said lightly.

Auerbach dissatisfied: "If you can win two games, you can win four games. Why do you say such frustrating words?"

"Because I took over a team full of contradictions, I don't have time to transform them. I can only adopt a bold strategy to win. This can work in one or two games, but as the series deepens, a defensive-based team like the Bucks will show their fangs." Louie said calmly, "They only need to give us everything to fight us one game to go to the conference finals. We need to win four games."

Auerbach understood what Louis meant.

It is indeed too difficult to win four life-and-death battles in a row.

Louie still took over temporarily. He didn't have time to build his own system, and he didn't have the opportunity to instill his game philosophy into the players. Strictly speaking, the Celtics still played Fitch's set, but Louie cleverly adjusted his offensive and defensive styles of play.

"So it seems that Bill's resignation is still a bit late." Auerbach said a sneer.

Louis took a sip of Coke, the sugary Pepsi made him unbearable.

"I still can't drink this shit!" Louie put the almost full bottle of Pepsi in the trash.

Auerbach asked another question: "What do you mean when you say that the team has many internal conflicts?"

"White stars are sought after by millions, black stars are jealous but don't say a word, reporters take it all for granted, and it's hard to say whether our white stars will realize this, although I remind him, but that hillbilly is too difficult to deal with."

Although Louis didn't directly call the names, what he said was no different from reading someone's ID number.

"You mean Larry and Isiah?"

"You're so smart, Reed!"

Auerbach heard Louie's ridicule, and snorted: "This kind of contradiction is not a specialty of the Celtics, nor is it a specialty of your generation. Russell and Kuz (Cousy) came here in the same way; Hondo, the big red-haired man, JJ (Jojo White) and Paul (Silas) also came here in the same way."

"Even the teams that win the championship are not immune to this kind of problem. This is not our specialty. This is a social problem in the United States since ancient times." Auerbach reminded, "This is not something you and I can solve, understand?"

"Isn't it?"

"What's wrong?"

"If Larry is a racist who opens his mouth and shuts his mouth, then it really can't be solved." Louie said seriously, "But he's not, he's just a hick with high self-esteem and low self-esteem. He doesn't like the spotlight, but how can the great white man hope that there is no spotlight? I just want him to let his teammates, especially those teammates who have a racial string stretched a few times, feel proud when he enjoys the spotlight."

Auerbach was very worried about Louis, and he said cautiously: "Promise me, don't say those few sensitive words outside."

"thanks for reminding."

How could Louis not know how sensitive racial strings are? He doesn’t even use the word “black” outside. Shouldn’t the correct term be “African-American”?Look at how politically correct this is.

"I don't think you can handle this matter. Russell brought us [-] championships, but before he publicly announced that he would apply for a gun, someone would still open his house and shit on his bed; before Kurz retired, the media always ignored Russell's contribution and regarded white people including Kurz as the soul of the team." Auerbach said slowly, "That's why I like those low-key players. Only this kind of people can endure the neglect of the media."

"Unfortunately, Isiah Thomas wasn't that kind of guy, not even Cedric Maxwell."

"So what you have to do is reassure them, not blow them up."

Auerbach spoke earnestly, and he wanted Louis to know how difficult it was.

He felt that Louie was not American, so he couldn't understand.

But Louis came to the United States since he was a child. As a British Chinese at the bottom of the discrimination chain, he knows better than anyone how the tumor-like virus of racial discrimination has divided American society.

This is a congenital disease inherent in immigrant countries, and he does not intend to go against the sky.

"I'm not interested in being a nanny, and I don't want them to self-destruct." Louie suppressed the smile on his face and said seriously and unquestionably, "I just want this team to be what it should be."

Auerbach's eyes see through the minds of countless people, but he can't always see what Louis is thinking.

Not this time either.

But he saw a young man full of vigor, and the ambition in his heart was manifested on his face. He thought he could change the problems that had existed since the blacks entered the league.

Auerbach exhaled, "Then just let it go and let me see what this team should look like."

(End of this chapter)