the rest, only noise

Chapter 195 Not Just a Game

The next day, Louis and Lorraine went to the hospital for a re-examination.

In fact, it has been confirmed, and Louis just wants to know when it was done.

Then he can recall which company's hat he was wearing that day, and stay away from this bad brand from now on, and refuse to like to be a father.

Finally, although the probability is very low, it is also to avoid the possibility of a piece of green grass growing on the head.

The answer given by the hospital was that Lorraine had been pregnant for almost three weeks. During that time, the Celtics played a series of home games. Louis ruled out the possibility of green hair on his head and scolded Durex again.

He didn't tell his mother about it immediately, he didn't know if her old man could accept it.

After all, Li Xuanbing doesn't like Lorraine. If she knows that the child is pregnant, there must be two results, being mad, or forcing Louis to marry someone back home.

So Louis decided to hide it for a while.

On February 2, the Celtics will face the Lakers at home.

In order to promote the game between the Celtics and the Lakers, CBS worked hard and made an extremely attractive short video introducing the grievances of the two teams, so that laymen can feel how deeply the long-cherished wishes in history are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

When Lakers general manager Jerry West said to the camera with red eyes: "I still hate green."

The empathy of countless Lakers fans was aroused.

Next, there is the black and white dispute fueled by the alliance.

You're white, support Byrd.

You are black, so naturally you have to support the magician.

Byrd is so overrated, if he's black, he's an average character.

Magic is overrated because he's teamed with the best center ever, what doesn't he get?

The two kinds of public opinion fermented together. Although it was only a regular season, a sharp hostile atmosphere had been provoked.This kind of thing is out of the players' control. They have been forced to become part of the black and white confrontation and the feud of Hu Kai.

According to the usual practice, every time he encounters a strong opponent, Louis will hold a detailed pre-match meeting to arrange the style of play for that night.

But this afternoon, Louis didn't let the players go to the video room for a meeting, except for letting people step up the training against Sampson.

This puzzles many people.

"The coach doesn't seem to care about such an important game?" ML Carr asked.

Lambiel took the opportunity to kneel and lick at a corner that Louis couldn't see: "This is our coach. He has never been led by the nose by the media. What kind of battle between old enemies, what kind of dispute between black and white, bah! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

Thomas sneered and said, "If you tell him something, he won't hear it."

"Do you think I look like you? I wouldn't flatter him in person!" Lambiel said proudly.

"Bill, come here."

Louis shouted from a distance.

"Alas!" Lambiel responded, "Yes!"

All the teammates shook their heads. This guy looks like a man from a distance, but a dog up close.

Thurmond also just joined the team today. He is wearing short sleeves, and his hairline has soared to the point of flying freely, uncontrollable.

Louie called all the insiders in the team or those who could play inside.

Lambiel was the last one, and there were Sampson, Maxwell, and Bird on the scene.

Louie suddenly found that their inside line was a little thin.

While four ensure at least two players at each position are available, the rotation could be in trouble if there are injuries.

Thurmond glanced at the inside line of the Celtics, and said contemptuously: "Those who are not fast can go."

Lambiel and Byrd walked away.

"Larry, stop!" Louie explained to Thurmond. "This bumpkin is not fast, but he has a good brain."

Thurmond held back a smile and said, "The brain is useful? You haven't seen how Karim raped Wes. Wes's brain is also very good, but the body can't stand it, so it's useless."

"Yes, it would be a disaster for Larry to guard Kareem." Cowens nodded in agreement.

Since the two people who have defended Kareem Abdul-Jabbar personally said so, Louis wants to use Bird's BQ to honor his physical fitness.

All he could say to Byrd was, "Well, now you can go."

"QNMD!"

Thurmond just arrived yesterday, and he doesn't know much about the Celtics. Hearing Bird's local accent sound so fragrant, he looked at Louis in surprise: "I didn't expect your internal relationship to be so harmonious."

"Well, just get used to it. Larry is a countryman and has no quality. I also get along with him with a tolerant heart." Louis winked at Cowens, and must maintain his image in front of his new comrades.

Cowens could only talk nonsense: "Yeah, Coach Lu is also troubled. Larry is not a good stubble."

"Who said it wasn't? That's why I need you so much, Nate." Louis said with red lips and white teeth that made Maxwell and Sampson roll their eyes. "You don't know how difficult it is for a high-quality person like me to get along with a low-quality person like Larry."

Thurmond said sympathetically: "I can't say I empathize with you, but I do understand you because I was teammates with Rick Barry."

"I said how I feel very kind when I look at you. It turns out that we are in the same disease." Louis said, and he and Thurmond were about to remember each other's bitterness and sweetness.

Cowens couldn't stand it any longer. He patronized this, so he still had to do his business?

"Lu, take it away." Cowens said, "Nate, if you have any unique skills, just tell me."

Thurmond had to control his emotions and said to Maxwell and Sampson: "Those who are not tough enough can go."

Maxwell and Sampson exchanged glances.

They are all insiders who are not hard enough.

Sampson was embarrassed to leave, and Maxwell wanted to leave but didn't want to be looked down upon.

"Cedric, are you still planning to stay?" Louis' voice was like an alarm clock that woke people up on time every day.

Maxwell was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a place to sneak in.

"I'm already tough!" Maxwell said sternly, "Everyone who has experienced it is good!"

"Who the hell told you this, are you tough on the field? Can you play as a substitute if you're tough?" Louis pretended for a long time, then failed in a second, "Get out, don't let this cause trouble!"

Maxwell was more qualified than Bird, and he left aggrievedly, just took a few steps to look back, probably wishing to kill Louis with his eyes.

Thurmond began to look suspiciously at the self-proclaimed high-quality head coach in front of him.

"Nate, this is the only person on our team who is physically fit and tough enough." Louie smiled, "Just tell me what you have."

"Ok."

Anyway, regardless of Louis' quality, his salary is indispensable.

Thurmond said: "Actually, defending against Kareem is very simple. Nine out of ten hooks are right-handed. Therefore, what we have to do is to support his left shoulder and not support him. When he chooses to turn over, you must have enough physical fitness to jump up to interfere with him while resisting him."

Thurmond put it simply.

"There are only two requirements for this defensive method. The body is good enough, and you have to dare to fight and foul." Thurmond said firmly, "You have to know that Kareem doesn't like physical contact. Once you let him get rid of it, you must dare to foul, and the foul must be timely."

Thurmond speaks very well, the problem is that he speaks too well, there are no examples, and no video to help understand.

Louie suggested: "Ralph will imitate Karim, Nate, how about you demonstrate how to defend?"

"That's a good idea." Cowens laughed.

Next came young men beating up old comrades.

Thurmond's defense is completely incomparable to when he was in service. Even if Sampson can't skyhook, he can blow him up with casual force.

But defense is something engraved into Thurmond's bones. Even if the game feels vague, the awareness of defense is still there.

Seeing that the two of them practiced and discussed with each other, and seemed to have gained something, Louis walked away slowly.

"Isn't this temporary homework copying, useful?" Cowens asked pessimistically.

The best way for this kind of bastard who poured cold water on him before he even started is to use him as cannon fodder.

"You'd better pray that he is useful, and when it doesn't work, you change your jersey and go up against Karim!" Louis made a perverted suggestion.

"How can I stand it now?"

"I can't stand it, I have to stand it!"

With the game approaching, Louis felt much more relaxed than before.

At the end of the training that day, Louis gathered everyone together to give a lecture.

"You can rest for a while, and we will get on the bus to the garden later." Louie said loudly, "I really want to treat tonight's game as an ordinary game. The history claimed by the media and the league has nothing to do with us, but obviously, if we think this way, we will be sorry for the clover on the jersey. The Lakers need revenge. What we have to do is to make them continue to hate us, because generations of Celtics smashed the Lakers' championship dream before you. If you see the blood and tears of the LOGO man in front of the camera, You should know it's not just a game."

(End of this chapter)