the rest, only noise

Chapter 133 You have to get used to it
The so-called conflicts between Lambiel and Paxson are all too common.

Louis didn't worry about it. Everyone hasn't arrived yet, and he will meet everyone later.

Several of his teaching assistants came to the office one after another.

"Young people nowadays are all follicles!" Dave Cowens came in cursingly. "Their positioning habits give me a headache. Only Bill is okay, but this guy is too ruthless."

Hearing this, Rudy Tomjanovich said an interesting thing: "I played against him when I was still playing. He is very good at making small moves under the nose of the referee, and he always succeeds."

"Yes!" Cowens said indignantly, "Now this vile dog is still practicing three-pointers, I really don't know what he is thinking."

Louie laughed, "I told him to shoot threes."

"You" Cowens choked, "You must have other intentions, right?"

Louie smiled and asked KC Jones, "Is everyone here?"

"It's all here." KC replied.

"Rudy, go round them up, and line them up in two lines by height, except Bill."

Louis gave orders, and Tomjanovich went out to handle errands.

"This is my first season of coaching. There are many things I don't know. If I make some low-level mistakes, please correct me in time." Louis said sincerely.

KC didn't believe Louie would make a low-level mistake.

"You know I'm a straight-talking guy." Cowens veiled that he would point out all of Louie's mistakes.

"That's how I feel at ease." Louis smiled.

After a while, Louis walked out of the office with them.

In the arena, more than 20 players lined up in two rows.

Looking at the physical condition of the players, Sampson seems to be a little stronger than before.

Byrd couldn't see the difference.

Louis didn't pay special attention to the others.

He still comes to the arena dressed like a high school kid, just like he used to, but he's no longer a scout, assistant coach or other support job.

"Some of you have known me for three or four years, and some of you are seeing me for the first time. I ask you the same as other coaches."

"Be obedient."

Louie emphasizes this point emphatically.

"Don't think this is an easy thing to do. If any of you don't listen to me, don't play my way, or even disobey my orders, then, whether your name is Larry Bird, or Isiah Thomas, or Ralph Sampson, I will let you roll off the court."

There are still people who remember how Louie blew up at the end of last season.

When I saw his face, I remembered those words.

"Be obedient, play my tactics, unless the tactics don't work and you need to use your personal abilities, otherwise you have to do what I say. Remember this sentence, I will emphasize it countless times, if you don't listen to it, I will reiterate to you, if you really can't do it, then you sit on the sidelines and serve tea and water. If you think your talents have more room to display, I welcome you to apply for a trade."

The atmosphere was already tense, but Louis' tone suddenly eased.

"Except for this, we can discuss everything else. I am also a young man. Some of you are older than me. I think we can be very good friends." Louis smiled. "However, friends are friends, and coaches are coaches. You can't think that you can get privileges from me just because I am your friend."

KC and Tomjanovich are used to Louie creating tension.

"Is he okay with that?" Cowens asked.

KC laughed and said, "Calm down, Dave, there will be more extremes than this in the future."

"Now, let's talk about something else."

"Our loss in the playoffs last season was considered a huge upset by many people. As for how we lost, I think you all know very well."

"In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy, we have made three chapters here."

Louie walked up to the players and said, "Larry, Isiah, can you please represent the white players and the black players?"

"Why do you want to separate us?" Bird asked.

"Obviously, if you are not color-blind, you should be able to see the difference in skin color between you and Isaiah. You don't like each other. Isaiah longs for the attention and love you have, but you don't care about it at all. Although this is nothing to the deep-rooted racial discrimination of you Americans, skin color is the main reason why you cannot become siblings. Am I wrong?"

"fuck!" Cowens said, "won't you stop him?"

Bird had nothing to say, and Isiah Thomas' smile disappeared from his face again.

"I ask you two representatives to reach a consensus with me on behalf of the players behind me. If any of you don't want to play for me, please come to me directly. If there are differences, we will resolve them. If there are conflicts, we will resolve conflicts. If it can't be resolved, I will suggest that Reid send you away. If more than half of the team does not want to play for me, please tell me directly, and stop playing negatively. As long as the number exceeds half, I will resign immediately."

Last season's playoffs have become Bird's disgrace.

Hearing Louis bring up the past again, he said angrily, "I wish you could resign now!"

"Very well, it seems that you are very prejudiced against me. Come to my office later, let's talk." Louis smiled, and then let the marginal players who have not signed yet start training in the form of a confrontation match, and the official players who have signed are gathered in the video analysis room.

Tomjanovich had come to the video room in advance and arranged the seats and video tapes.

"Thanks to our assistant coach, Rudy, you did a good job." Louie shouted.

Tomjanovich waved embarrassedly.

Louis opened the video tape, "What I'm going to say next, please keep in mind that there are pens and notebooks in front of you, please write down the main points I said."

On the TV screen, a segment of the game appeared.

Listening to the language of the commentary, it seems to be a European basketball game.

The white guy on the inside who handles the ball, plays the pick-and-roll with another big white guy.

The white player is solid, he shoots when he gets the chance, he's aggressive, he's unambiguous, and he's taking a pull-up jumper in this clip.

In the next few clips, the ball is in the hands of the white man inside.

He sometimes pretends to pass the ball hand-off, tricking the defender into a sudden shot.

Sometimes he faked a hand-off pass screen, and once again tricked the defender into choosing to drive to the basket with the ball.

Sometimes, he first hand-offs to cover the pass, and then cuts outside the three-point line, and the ball handler passes him the ball, and he starts with a three-pointer.

While not pitched, this is a game from the '70s.

This is a pick-and-roll offensive system led by the former Soviet national team coach Vladimir Radkonshin (ВладимирКондрашин) that the Americans could not have imagined.

Many people don't know Radkonshin, but they must know that he led the Soviet Union to defeat the US team in the men's basketball final of the 1972 Munich Olympic Games.

"Isaiah, if you were this white guard, would your offensive options be better than his?" Louie asked.

Thomas hesitated, saying, "He's more confident in his shot than I am, but I'm far more of a driving threat than he is."

"Obviously you know where your strengths and weaknesses are, keep working hard."

Louie looked at Byrd again, "Larry, if I asked you to do this with Isiah, do you think you'd do better than the big white guy in the video?"

This is nonsense.

Bird can do far more than the white guy in the tape.

"No difficulty," Bird replied.

"Everyone, this is our future direction." Louis turned off the video tape and took out the tactical board. "Isiah, as the ball holder, I want you to cooperate with Larry in high-position pick-and-rolls for more than 50% of your offensive launches in every game. Within your field of vision, I allow you to handle the ball yourself. Once you don't find an offensive opportunity within your field of vision, you must pass the ball back to Larry."

Thomas had no objection.

Louie then looked at Bird, "Larry, from the beginning of the new season, I want you to appear in a large number of high positions, pick and roll, screen, and help your teammates no matter what. After executing the pick and roll, you must split and retreat to the outside of the three-point line. If they give you an open shot, you take decisive shots. Even if they don't give you a chance, you must take at least five three-pointers per game."

"Must?" Byrd looked at him incredulously, "at least?"

Louis smiled elegantly and said, "I'm a reasonable person. If you can't do it, I will replace you."

"I'm fine," Byrd said.

"Very well, thank you for your cooperation, we have a good start." Louis said with a smile.

Cowens was dry-mouthed, and whispered to KC Jones: "My head is getting dizzy, is this just the beginning?"

"Don't make such a fuss, like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world." KC gave him a white look.

"What I just said is our starting offensive system in the new season. If we can use this offensive system to deal with the opponent, it is naturally the best. If not, there are other solutions."

"The next thing I'm going to talk about is the second offensive system."

Louie drew a sloppy half-court and then a pig's head.

Pointing to Byrd, he said, "Larry, this is you."

"QNMD!" Bird exploded on the spot.

(End of this chapter)