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Chapter 179 Humiliated the score difference of the whole city

What is the experience of losing 40 points at halftime?
For Dick Motta, the experience must have been bad. He even omitted the handshake with Louie, and he did not accept half-time interviews and went straight to the player tunnel.

42 is better than 82
The Mavericks suffered the most humiliating half of the game in team history.

"Coach Lu, how do you comment on the first half of the game?" There were only Dallas local media present, and interviewing Louis was a difficult task for them.

Who can feel better when their own team is beaten like this at their own home court.

Moreover, Motta has repeatedly criticized Louis.

No matter from which point of view, this is a very embarrassing thing.

"The Mavericks are very tenacious. At first I thought they would lose 50 points, but as you can see, they only lost 40 points under the leadership of Coach Motta." The reporter's face darkened as soon as Louie's words came out, "They won my respect."

"Thank you Coach Lu for accepting our interview."

"Actually, you can ask a few more questions, because I'm not in a hurry to go back to the locker room." Louie didn't seem to have tortured enough.

"no thank you."

"Really? I mean, a rare opportunity."

"Coach Lu, we won't take up any more of your time."

"Do you usually occupy less? Why are you so polite today? Don't be polite to me, isn't this treating me as an outsider?"

Are you the co-author or are you on your own?

Seeing that the reporter's mouth was twisted by his anger, Louis knew that the other party would not ask him any more questions, so he withdrew and went back to the dressing room.

"I thought that winning the opponent by 40 points would not be completed until the end of the game. It seems that I underestimated you."

Louie didn't let the locker room roar.

Now that he has won 40 points, he will not be satisfied with it. Isn't life all about climbing the peak?At least for now, winning 58 points is a very feasible goal.

"We must continue to win and not give them a chance to breathe, because their coaches disrespect your dear head coach outside, that is, me." Louis is very confident in his image in the hearts of the players, "I believe you are also very angry after hearing those words."

"Not at all." Byrd immediately dismantled the stage, "It's more my heart than Woody Allen's movie."

Louis said disgustedly: "Larry, Larry, I didn't expect you to like that pedophile. It just refreshed my understanding of you again."

The locker room exploded.

The black people sneered: Sure enough, that bastard Woody Allen is not a good guy.

White people are screaming: Woody Allen is a pedophile?What evidence?
"I don't have proof, but I remember him saying in an interview that we wouldn't be surprised if we saw him in a relationship with a 13-year-old girl. Isn't that alluding to his ugly, despicable fetishes?" Louie asked.

KC Jones saw that the topic was about to go off track: "We still have business to do."

"That's right, that's right!" Louis said, "You bastards, you've made me forget business again! Especially you, country bumpkin! Don't think I'll thank you for making the last three-pointer!"

"You're welcome," Bird said deadpan, "You still owe me $3000."

"Can someone with a salary of 60 a year stop being so fussy?"

"Want to renege?"

Seeing that Louis was about to write the check on the spot, KC stopped him again: "It's important, Lu."

Louis gripped the pen tightly, "Do you think there is anything more important than a country bumpkin who is so stingy that the bartender despises him, short-sighted enough to make the tramp laugh at him, and loves to take advantage of things so that Reed goes crazy?"

KC let go of Louis tremblingly.

Louie gave Bird the check.

He accepted it happily, the kind with a beaming face.

Then Louie said relaxedly, "Now, let's get down to business."

"Damn it, he should be an actor. This change of expression is amazing." Ranbir whispered to the people around him.

Carl chimed in: "Who said it wasn't? What a freak."

"Damn, I like to watch him change his face." Lambiel was muttering and suddenly heard Louie yelling, "Bill, do you think I can't hear you barking if you keep your voice down?"

For Lambiel, selling a teammate is only a matter of whether it is suitable or not.

When the timing is right, it is beneficial to him, and it can help him share the pressure, so he will sell his teammates.

"Report to the coach, MLC complained about your moodiness, I can't help but speak out for you!" Lambiel deliberately didn't breathe and his face turned red, as if he was aggrieved by being treated as a bad person for doing good things.

"WTF!" Carl yelled, glaring at Lambiel, "You bastard!"

"Shut up!" KC almost fainted.The halftime break is almost over, and the game plan for the second half has not been mentioned yet.

Just as Louis was about to talk about the arrangement for the second half, the staff in front came to remind: "You can prepare to go back to the scene to warm up and prepare for the second half."

"Damn it, it's all your fault for causing me to waste so much time!" Louis said angrily.

Everyone's faces were cloudy and uncertain, and there was no need to communicate. Everyone obviously agreed on the culprit of wasting time.

"Our goal is to expand the lead. This can be done without tactics, but the more it is like this, the more you need to play tactics. I don't want to see you play the second half laxly." Louis became serious in a second. In order to hurry up, he spoke very fast. "I have a preliminary idea about the start of the second half."

Louie set up a starting lineup he had never used before.

It can be said that he is working hard, and it can also be said that he despised the Mavericks' inside line. In short, this is not a regular lineup.

Center: Bird.

Power Forward: Maxwell.

Small Forward: Sampson.

Shooting guard; Long.

Point guard; Thomas.

Letting Bird play center is already an extremely insulting arrangement, and letting Sampson play small forward is even more contempt for the Mavericks' flank.

More specifically, the humiliation of Marc Aguirre.

According to Louie's observations in the first half, he found that Sampson's athleticism was just enough to keep up with Aguirre.

Aguirre is a swingman of 198 cm, but he is not the type who flies into the sky and hides from the ground. He likes to play rhythm ball facing the basket and can also work in the low position. His speed is just the type for Sampson to keep up with.

So it was a tragedy.

What is even more unexpected is that Louis' revamped lineup produced dramatic and amazing effects.

Bird's single defense on the inside was like Duncan's, and the two white insiders of the Mavericks wanted to prove themselves desperately.

Even if they have a few balls to drive Bird, Sampson, who is at the small forward position, can also help the defense from the wing.

Their offense was either blocked by Bird, or interfered/blocked by Sampson's help defense, and they did not score in the entire third quarter.

Maxwell achieved a link between the preceding and the following.

He and Sampson's defense is mainly around the paint area. In addition to watching their opponents, they also switch defenses in various ways, forcing the Mavericks to play singles, forcing them to make long-range shots, and forcing them to carry out difficult offenses.

Louis changed the lineup, but broke the dignity of the Mavericks.

Their inside can't beat Bird, shame;

Their No. [-] pick, Aguirre, who is also the starting small forward, has nothing to do with the [-]-foot-[-] guest small forward Sampson, the shame of shame;

The head coach said harsh words before the game, but now he is helpless by Louis, the shame of the shame;

Trailing by 40 points at halftime at home, the clay figurines had to be angry by three points. As a result, in the third quarter, the stronger the Celtics offensive, the weaker the Mavericks. At the end of the third quarter, they trailed by 58 points.

"The Mavericks must cheer up. More and more spectators have left the field. They cannot accept such a game."

At the end of the third quarter, only 1/3 of the home court was filled.

Louis was surprised that there were still people left.

Presumably these people are no longer looking forward to winning. They just want to see how low the home team's lower limit can be-do you dare to lose by 100 points?

Dick Motta's only hope now is to pray that Louie and his team will show mercy. Losing by 58 points has already taken their underwear off.

Isn't it over yet?
When Mota saw Louis courting him from afar, he felt a little uneasy.

Yes, that was by no means a sign to stop.

This is indeed not a signal to stop.

Louie decided to kill his opponent.

In the fourth quarter, the Celtics' lineup was adjusted to John Paxson, Long, Scott Weidman, Bird, and Sampson.

Weidmann is a striker who is not appreciated by Louis.

Because the Celtics have too many players who can play, although Louis really wants to give him a chance, he really can't give him a chance.

Tonight was just right, he wanted to score as much as possible, so he put on a lineup with all stars.

His instruction to Bird's perimeter shooting is that if he has the opportunity to shoot three-pointers, he must widen the point difference and not leave any face for the opponent.

For a team whose morale has fallen to the lowest point, meeting the five Celtics is a disaster.

When Bird opened the fourth quarter with a three-pointer, Mota's heart sank.

Four of the Celtics' first five offenses in the fourth quarter were three-pointers, and their shooting percentage was 50%.

Motta roared and ordered the players to strengthen their defense, but the players who were beaten unconscious had no motivation to defend.

Losing 58 points and 68 points is a loss for them.

It was this kind of thinking that allowed the Mavericks to be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

This game will also become Dick Motta's worst nightmare in his life.

160 is better than 79
Horrific, sinful, desperate, an 81-point deficit that put everyone in Dallas to shame, Louie took a bottle of Coke from Tomjanovich at the end of the game.

He couldn't wait to open it, drank 200ml, and belched with great satisfaction.

Then he saw an angry Dick Morta.

"You scum, you have no professional ethics at all!" Mota roared.

With a Coke bottle in his hand, Louis, who is always elegant in front of his peers, suddenly revealed his true colors: "If you have such a grudge against me, you arrogant rotten jib, why not use your uric acid, which can poison even mice, to splash your players. The group of trash under your turtle head has no blood at all. I really don't know how you usually teach them. Oh, right, I forgot that you are called Dick. How can you teach players with an ugly thing that can only pollute and ****?"

"Goodbye, Coach Dick, if I can see the news of your expulsion tomorrow, it will not be in vain for my players to fight hard in garbage time." Louis waved his hand and took another sip of Coke.

(End of this chapter)