the rest, only noise

Chapter 132 The Ferocious Dog
Louis rested for two months. Apart from getting tired with Lorraine, he was not completely idle, and he had been reviewing the Celtics' games last season.

Now that he is taking over the team, he has to carefully understand the characteristics of each Celtic player and formulate a corresponding tactical system.

When he came out to fight the fire last season, he moved out of an offensive system with Bird as the core of the low-post offense.

Rely entirely on Bird's personal offense to create opportunities.

At that time, the situation was urgent, Louis didn't have many choices, and there were only two tactical branches with Bird as the core of the low-post attack.

Inside cuts and outside shooters spot up.

Looking at it now, this is an existence that can be used as a guaranteed tactical system.

Once the conventional tactical system loses its effect, let Bird go to the low position to break the deadlock.

Every team has a way of playing when tactics fail. For a team with Jordan and Kobe, just hand the ball into their hands and let them take over; during the Cavaliers 2.0 period, James' roll call tactics shocked the league.

Teams with high tactical literacy can use smarter ways to guarantee the bottom line.

Although Bird's personal ability is enough to single out like these people, Louis doesn't want to use such a low-level method.

Therefore, he regards Bird's low-post offensive system as his hole card, but this alone is not enough.

He also needs a rigorous tactical system that can make Isiah Thomas, Ralph Sampson, Lambiel, John Long, Maxwell, Danny Ainge and others play a role.

This is a big project.

It took him two months to sort out his thoughts.

He was already preparing for this before, but now that it has entered the implementation stage, the difficulty of implementation is completely different.

At the beginning of September, the language school in Lorraine hadn't started yet, but Louis' work became busy.

This year's preseason training camp is still held at the Greek Academy. This is Louis's first training camp as the head coach, and there is no room for loss.

Since the Celtics don't go out for training like other teams, players can still go home and sleep after a day of training.

Louis came to the gymnasium of the Greek Academy. In addition to the officially signed players, there were also a dozen unsigned fringe players who wanted to compete for the only official seat.

This is bound to be an uphill battle, as only one person can qualify for the main election.

Louie found Lambiel practicing a high jumper.

In Louie's impression, Lambiel can shoot three-pointers. When he was watching the Bulls game video, he could occasionally see him throwing three-pointers outside, with a good shot.

But in the four years since he came to the Celtics, his long-range progress is 0.

"Bill, have you considered extending your shooting range a little bit?" Louis asked.

Ranbir looked back at him and asked, "How much longer?"

"If you can make a shot from that spot, you should be able to make it a few steps back," Louie said.

Lambiel stands behind the free throw line, which is considered outside the three-point line according to the current FIBA ​​game.

"If you can shoot it here, you can shoot it from farther," Louie continued.

Lambiel moved impatiently to one step inside the three-point line. "What about this?" He rolled his eyes.

"Since you are standing here, why don't you take a step back and go beyond the three-point line? Can I teach you the math problem that three points are one point more than two points?" Louis mocked meanly.

Lambiel said angrily: "If you want me to shoot a three-pointer, you just say it and it's over?"

"I'm giving you a chance to use your brain." Louis said with a smile.

"Thank you, I won't fucking play basketball if I'm willing to use my brain!" Lambiel complained, "Do you think it's fun to compete with my dad, holding a funny ball and having intense physical contact with a group of sweaty men in order to earn some bad money?"

"In short, if you want to get more tactical status, you'd better listen to me." Louis said with a smile, "By the way, I remind you that I am the head coach now, pay attention to your title."

"Yes, Master Coach!" Lambiel shouted mockingly.

"Oh, so good." Louis touched Lambiel's head and wiped his hands full of sweat, so he wiped it directly on his body, "Keep working hard."

Seeing this scene, John Paxson didn't know how to react.

"Damn it!" Lambiel gritted his teeth and looked at Louis's back, "I will kill him sooner or later!"

Let me just say one more thing, Lambiel makes N threats verbally every day.

It is impossible to accurately count how many people have been verbally threatened by him, but the number of times he has achieved is 0.

"What about your mother?" Ranbir yelled at his junior Paxson, "Didn't you see that I was sweating all over? Buy me some water!"

Paxson accepted the old bird's bullying, and a few minutes later, he was even more insulted for buying water instead of the water (wine) that Lambiel knew.

"If you keep your fucking brains in the University of Notre Dame, you should stay in that damned school and continue @￥!" Lambiel pointed at Paxson's nose and said angrily, "It's not here to spoil my drinking!"

No matter how good-tempered Paxson was, he couldn't help it: "I'm here to realize my dream, not to be insulted by you!"

Lambiel sneered heartily and said, "You'd better be damn lucky that I'm the one who insulted you now. If you let that brat come, I'm afraid he'd be so disappointed that he would commit suicide by jumping off a building. I've been playing here for several years, bleeding and sweating, and won the championship. What right do you have to yell at me?"

After all, he pushed Paxson down.

Paxson was furious, ready to make a big difference with a small one.

The war here quickly attracted the attention of others, and the marginalized people who did not sign the contract turned into peace envoys and came to pull them away.

"Aren't they alumni?" KC Jones was puzzled, "How did this happen?"

Louis said clearly: "Do you think that vicious dog will not bully the newcomer just because he is his junior?"

"probably not."

"So, it's normal." Louis didn't even look there, "The offal will be harvested, we don't need to worry about it."

KC was moved with compassion, "Isn't it okay to let him bully the newcomers?"

"Didn't you get bullied when you first came to Boston?" Louie asked.

"No," KC said proudly. "At that time, the skin color was a red line. Russell came a year earlier than me, and the team was still ruled by Kuz and Willie (Sharman). Reid strictly forbade us from conflicting, so we basically did not offend each other."

Louis is not interested in how the Celtics were in the early years, what is important is how the team should be now.

Louis didn't care how Lambiel tortured the newcomers. In theory, as long as he didn't break these people, it would be good to train them properly and let the rookies know the rules and don't make mistakes.

The premise is that Lambiel has to know the correct meaning of the word "proper".

Now that everything has been done, Louis naturally wants to ask.

He put his things away and called Lambiel and Paxon to his office.

"I heard that you just had a 'friendly' exchange in public?"

Louis sat in the office, crossing his legs and asking.

"Anyway, I wasn't the one who made the first move." Lambiel actually bit back, "This rookie doesn't know the rules. I just said a few words to him and then he swung his fist. If this goes on, who else can cure him?"

"QNMD!"

Lambiel's magic lies in the fact that the first time he met Paxson, he made this man of good character and learning, who was called a gentleman by all scouts, lose his composure in public.

And this QNMD is Louis's long-term intuitive feeling towards Lambiel.

"Coach, look, am I right? Not only does this kid not accept the discipline of the old players, but his quality is extremely poor. How can there be such a person in our team?" Lambiel's medal should be purple.

"He's talking nonsense, Coach!" Paxon was about to burst into tears. "I went to buy water as he ordered, but he didn't tell me what he wanted was wine. He humiliated me severely because of this. I was so angry that I just replied a few words, and he roughly pushed me to the ground. The responsibility lies with him, not me!"

"Okay, I get it."

Louie pointed to Lambiel's nose and said, "You vicious dog caused me trouble on the first day! It seems that you can't do it unless you are properly repaired! Today you are not allowed to participate in group training, go to shoot 3000 three-pointers, and you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish your shots!"

"Drinking head office?"

"If I see a fucking bottle in the arena!" Louie said savagely, "I guarantee that bottle will end up all over your ass!"

Lambiel felt a chill.

"get out!"

Lambiel didn't dare to show his face to Louis. Before leaving, he smiled at Paxon charmingly and said, "Student, we will have a bright future."

Paxson and Louis remained in the office.

"John, you are my general. I strongly recommend you to Reed, and the team will choose you, but this does not mean that I will take special care of you."

Paxson listened to Louie in awe.

He didn't seem to know that he and Louis were of the same age, they were both born in 1960.

"I don't need a softie. I dealt with that vicious dog today because he didn't pay attention to the influence and caused me trouble before the training camp started. But if he wants to tease you in the future, I hope you will be smart and don't make things too ugly."

"What if he continues to humiliate me?" Paxson asked.

"Verbal insults are the easiest personal attacks in the world." Louis smiled coldly, "Let your mouth play other functions besides eating and drinking and making your girlfriend comfortable."

Paxson left Louie's office trembling.

When he came outside the door, he seemed to be reborn.

He knew that the head coach of the Celtics was the same age as him, very young, but the opponent entered the league at the age of 18, and it only took five years to climb from the bottom scout to the head coach position.

This astonishing ascent speed is enough to show that he is not an ordinary person.

Lambiel's attitude towards him just now, and what he said to himself, made Paxson unforgettable.

It was an astonishing majesty, obviously he was just a rookie in the coaching position.

When Paxson returned to the court, he saw that Lambiel had already started to shoot three-pointers, but this vicious dog was very lazy, and he entangled another rookie, Guy Williams.

Poor William had to be his caddy unconditionally.

Thinking of what Louis called Lambiel—"vicious dog", it can be seen how bad this person is on weekdays—Paxson decided to stay away from him, what kind of senior alumni, he now wishes that Lambiel would die.

(End of this chapter)