the rest, only noise

Chapter 137

During the preseason, Auerbach will visit from time to time.

Some players feel very fresh, while veterans like Maxwell are not surprised.

Because of Bill Fitch's exaggerated desire to control the team, he banned Auerbach from visiting the team's practice during the season.So even though Auerbach's office is just a few minutes' walk from the Greek Academy arena, players still rarely see him on the practice field.

Louis debugged various lineups and found that the problem was still serious.

Mainly the allocation of playing time.

In the schedule he showed Sampson, there were only eight rotations, and just after the first week of training camp, he found that at least ten people needed to be scheduled for playing time.

It is a waste of luxury to let someone who can play the main force play the sixth man.

Letting players who can play the main force play rotation is a severe challenge.

Let players who can compete for the main force in weak teams not even have playing time, and the locker room will explode.

"You look worried."

Auerbach played tennis with Louie.

The tennis court is in the Greek Academy. It is not a formal tennis court. The venue has been reduced, which is more suitable for old men like Auerbach to move.

Louis doesn't know how to play tennis. He plays it like badminton, and his hands are neither light nor heavy.

"If you have a young team and you have three guys who need to play 34 minutes or more, but there are at least seven guys on the team, do you think you will be annoyed?"

After Louis said that, he sent a strike and hit it out of Auerbach's reach.

"It depends on your ability. You have to know who is the soft mud and who is the hard rock. Find the soft mud to bully and give the hard rock a chance."

"Do you think I'm a bully?"

Auerbach really didn't think so. He had heard that Louis and his team members often greeted each other's mothers.

Especially the interaction with Byrd is the most intense.

It's too late for ordinary coaches to hold Bird in their hands, so how could they fall out with him?
"As I said, it depends on your ability. If you have the ability, you can settle this group of people with me. If you don't have the ability, do as I say. Be soft." Auerbach said, and in the next round, he found a chance to score.

"I won this game." He announced openly.

Louie rolled his eyes. "If I remember correctly, this is your first point."

"You remember correctly, I scored a lot of points before, this is a lore." Auerbach said rascally.

Because Auerbach has his own scoring method, and he is authoritative, unquestionable, so although he can score one point at most in one game, he is still the Celtics team's regular winner of all-age tennis open tournaments.

After playing, Louis and Auerbach went to buy drinks together.

"Is it that delicious?" Auerbach asked strangely.

He was referring to Louie's love of Coke.

"Medically, I'm caffeine dependent."

"WTF?"

"It's just addictive." Louis held a can of Coke, "If I don't drink it for a day, I will get angry and lose my energy."

"So exaggerated?"

"You try not to smoke a cigar for a day?"

Auerbach, who smoked at least three Cuban cigars a day, instantly understood Louis' position, "You are killing me."

"What do you think next?" Auerbach asked casually.

He asked casually, and Louis answered carefully.

"Next week, I want to hold a media meeting at the Greek Academy." Louis explained, "I want the local media to understand our situation, increase their confidence in us, and cheer up these guys by the way."

Auerbach has always kept his distance from the media. He hates the media and those who use pens to decide who is good and who is bad.

"Think about it, once you invite the media in, it's not easy to drive them out." Auerbach knew the virtues of those people.

"The alliance hopes to get more publicity and promotion. Similarly, we should follow up. Small business is not a long-term solution." Louis' tone was like a boss.

Auerbach never thought beyond his remit.

"You're the head coach, and if you think it's good for the team, I'll support you," Auerbach gloated. "I can't wait to see how Bob Ryan taunts you in the Globe."

Louie laughed: "If he dares to speak ill of me, I will never do an interview with the Globe again. The Herald should be excited about that."

They were talking vigorously, and in the distance, Dave Cowens trotted over: "Lu, something happened!"

"What happened to make it so urgent, the earth exploded?"

"It's not that serious!" Cowens said urgently, "Isiah and Bill are fighting!"

"Bill Lambiel?"

"Who else would dare to fight Isiah except that vicious dog?"

"Who won?" Louie asked curiously.

"My darling, Coach Lu, when are you still making sarcastic remarks?" Cowens didn't expect Louis to be so calm, "Go back and have a look. Although they are pulled away now, they still have to make an appointment to resolve this matter in private."

Louis patted Cowens on the shoulder: "BIG RED, next time they fight, you can deal with it yourself, don't come to me, what a big deal."

After finishing speaking, Louis asked Auerbach: "Do you want to go and see the excitement?"

"I'm just pointing at your silly things for fun in this boring and rough life." Auerbach wished he didn't bring his cigar with him.

When Louis and the others arrived at the arena, the conflict had subsided.

They get everyone together.

"I heard that some of you are fighting. We will talk about this matter later. I want to announce one thing now-next week, the Greek Academy will be open to the media. At that time, the media from all over Boston will come here to interview us. So I hope you will cheer up, train hard, and let the outside world see your spirits-now let's talk about fighting."

"I understand that you often get angry because of training, lose control and fight for it. I understand your actions logically, but if you affect other people's training, or even discredit the team on media day, Reid will stick his cigar down your throats, remember my words!"

Louie's eyes turned to Thomas.

"The two bastards who fought just now, come to my office now!"

Auerbach didn't let the players spot him, he stood watching from a distance.

Louie's lecture was just audible.

He believed that Louis would handle the matter properly.

The age structure of the Celtics is too young. Moreover, there are arrogant and mean country bumpkins, contemporary Napoleons who are self-improving and value skin color and status, rebellious, vicious and cunning vicious dogs, old men with yin and yang who are eager to gain more game time with their seniority, unicorns who are talented but unable to become the core and are struggling, and silent people who are in a foreign land but have not found even a friend in the team.
They have only one thing in common: young.

It is easy to get angry when you are young.

From the opening of the training camp to today, there have been three direct conflicts and two non-fighting conflicts.

And Lambiel arranged three of them alone.

It is no problem to say that this vicious dog is the source of the plague.

"Tell me, why are you fighting again?" Louis asked.

Lambiel sneered and said, "Isaiah, it's a man who should explain everything clearly."

"The seven-foot-tall man runs outside all day like a watch and shoots three-pointers, how dare he say that a man is not a man?" Thomas laughed, but the shallow dimples made people unable to think of beautiful pictures like the love song sung by JJ Lin.

Lambiel said fiercely: "I practice three-pointers every day. It's the coach's order. It's what the team needs. It's not for being ignored by you idiot. The next time you see me open and don't pass the ball, I will definitely beat you on the spot!"

"You try it?" Thomas laughed.

Louis patted the table lightly: "No way, want to fight in front of me?"

Lambiel stopped talking, Thomas kept a hypocritical smile, Louis said to the former first: "You have the strength to fight, it means that our training is not enough, follow the old rules."

Ranbir walked out of the office.

"Why don't you pass him the ball?"

Only Louis and Thomas were left in the office, and he chose to go straight to the point and ask questions straight to the point.

"I'm not in the habit of throwing the ball to the center for the [-]."

"Are you deaf?" Louie asked coldly. "What I'm asking you is, why didn't you pass the ball to Bill?"

Thomas's smile faded. "I didn't see that."

"Fuck you!" Louie yelled, standing up. "I'll ask you again, why didn't you pass the ball to Bill? You either tell me now or never!"

Thomas was silent for a while.

"He called me a nigger," Thomas said.

Louie smiled flatly, as if it was an insignificant matter.

"Do we have to be like this? I mean, do we have to be honest with each other after hurting each other's feelings like this? I'm your coach anyway. Although I don't have any emotional foundation, you can just tell me if you have any problems. Why make me angry?"

Thomas asked in a deep voice, "How are you going to solve this?"

"Why should I solve this problem? You don't think that vicious dog will apologize to you, do you?" Louis sneered, "Don't expect me to solve this problem. If I can solve this problem, I won't be angry with your coach here. Since you are unhappy about this matter, you should make it clear to him. Have you communicated with him?"

"no?"

"Since you have nothing to say about this, of course he will humiliate you even more. I'm not trying to excuse him. I just want you to know how to communicate with a vicious dog who is devoid of humanity. If you make it clear to him and he still doesn't respect you and continues to call you that word, I support you to beat him up." Louis's smile is getting colder and colder. It's the same as Thomas, but the meaning is completely different. Opportunity to pass the ball, if you do, don't say that guy will humiliate you, and I won't let you go, because you just end up proving that you really are a nigga who doesn't deserve anyone's respect."

Thomas clenched his fists. He thought he had seen the most hateful coach ever-Bob Knight.

And today, Louie surpassed Knight in his heart.

But for the hateful, he's definitely above Knight.

He seems to have a hundred faces, joking with you one second, turning around and verbalizing you the next second, Thomas will never be able to grasp what Louis is thinking, just like today, he told him the correct way to do it on an extremely sensitive matter.

And the way he did it was so unpleasant.

"Go to training if you have nothing else to do."

As it happened, Thomas didn't want to stay here for a second.

After Thomas walked a few steps, Louis, who was sitting on the office chair, sent him another sentence: "Open up your heart, Isaiah."

(End of this chapter)