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Chapter 210 The Resentment of the Ultimate Winner
"I'm not sure if there's any short-sighted guy on our team who's jealous of Larry because of it."

As soon as Louie's words came out, Russell smiled.

Isiah Thomas sat impassive, as if what Louie said had nothing to do with him.

"It seems that you are really in trouble." Russell said arrogantly, "Unfortunately, I have never had this kind of trouble. The team has its own consensus on my strength. I don't need other people's approval. I only need their approval. And their approval of me is better than the whole world for me."

Louis was about to say a few more words when the cook brought the food himself.

The dish Louis and Thomas ordered together was called "niculi pig diced".

Louis had never eaten this thing, Russell said it was a traditional black food, and judging from its appearance, it looked a bit like Chinese braised large intestine.

So with such a curious name, it is actually braised large intestine?
"What is this?" Louis wanted to ask clearly before he spoke.

"Just eat with confidence." Russell's laughter was shocking again, "Hey, this is the crystallization of the wisdom of us black people for hundreds of years!"

Blacks say in front of the Chinese that what they eat is the crystallization of wisdom?so funny.

Louis wanted to laugh but couldn't, he could only try a sip himself.

Something suspected to be braised large intestine was sent into the mouth through a knife and fork, and Louis confirmed that it was large intestine.

But the taste is completely different from braised large intestine.

Chinese stewed large intestine, with good technology, is always fresh and sweet in the mouth, crisp and tough, without losing the feeling of fat. When the teeth are bitten down, it seems to be stuck in pig intestines, and a lot of marinade is squeezed out. It is chewy and slippery. The teeth are good and can be chewed until it squeaks, and the more you eat, the more you want to eat.

And this stuff.
For a moment, Louis blushed.

The burning taste buds reminded him that when he went to the toilet to drop a bomb tomorrow, it must be a chrysanthemum.

"How?" Russell was still a face-saving person.

Louis couldn't tell the truth, he could only eat a few mouthfuls and perform live: "It's delicious!"

"Looks like you've got a black taste bud!" Russell said happily, "A few more bites!"

"No problem, I'm hungry!"

Louis missed his mother inexplicably and missed the authentic Chinese food. He shouldn't have come.

"Where were we talking?" Thomas didn't want to interrupt such a serious topic for a little food.

"Speaking of the issue that the media pays more attention to white people." Louis returned to the topic.

He had already shed tears. It was spring and the temperature was low, but he was sweating a lot.

"The times are different. The salaries of players a few decades ago are less than one-tenth of what they are today. Fans don't like this sport, and there is no national broadcast. The media will not pay so much attention to the stars of this sport."

"Now, with millions of dollars in contracts, historical status, who is better and who is stronger, various issues and titles, and various stakes, the presence of the media is far greater than in the past, and they control the wind vane."

"So, whoever they like can become a superstar. On the contrary, those guys who are not liked by the media, even if he is as strong as Isiah, many people think he is not as good as Bernard King." Louis once again made a side note.

Thomas glanced at Louis, he knew that the other party had seen through all his thoughts.

Russell is a master of psychology, he can hear the words in Louis's words, he knows who those words refer to, and he knows what Thomas is messing with.

"So, sometimes it has nothing to do with skin color. Bernard King is outstanding, but not as outstanding as the New York media touted. Do you know that after they won the two championships in the 70s, hundreds of writers published books for them, but how many people paid attention to us?" Russell asked unfairly.

Louis smiled and said, "I remember the Knicks in those years were also dominated by blacks, right?"

"Yes, Willis Reed, Kaz Russell, Walter Fraser and later Earl Monroe."

Russell was a little envious.

"Skin color is not an issue at all as long as it's in the right place."

"So," Thomas asked, "Boston isn't the right place?"

"Never."

Louis numbly ate black "food" and he had to finish it.

This is not Russell's request, but a basic etiquette. When someone treats you to a meal, even if it doesn't suit your appetite, you have to force yourself to eat more.

"If what I do will never win me applause, why should I keep doing it?"

As if Thomas had a showdown, he no longer expressed it euphemistically, but directly used the No.1 title.

"It depends, what you want."

Russell let out a few more laughs that made people uncomfortable both psychologically and physically.

"Hey, just like Wilt and I, he wants statistics, countless women, and a comfortable life, while I just want fairness, honor, and defeating all opponents!"

Louis still has the same view, the times are different.

It is impossible for Thomas to fight for pure honor like the players 20 years ago.

And this is Russell's values. He demands equality, respect, and honor.

This is the foundation of his success.

Thomas never had his sense.

As far as the future of the Celtics is concerned, if Thomas can't get his head around it, or if he just can't accept that he has done so much for the team, but Bird is the only one in the eyes of the media, maybe a different environment is better for him?

Louie discovers that he doesn't know Thomas that well.

Because he wasn't sure which was more important to Thomas, honor or fairness.

Louie was so hot that he was unconscious, and he finally finished the black food on the plate.

Russell asked enthusiastically if he wanted another serving.

Louis pursed his lips that were red from the heat and said, "I'm full."

"The appetite is too small, Coach Lu, I can eat three big plates in a row." Russell said proudly.

Louis noticed that Thomas had only eaten a few bites. Obviously, even for a black man like him, the food in Russell's restaurant was not good.

Fortunately, eating is only a temporary task for this trip, which can be completed or not.

Louie is a man of quality, so he delivered without compromise.

Thomas had come to brainwash him, and he had learned about Russell's situation in Boston.

When he found that even Russell, who made the Celtics dominate for an era, couldn't get the fairness he wanted, would his concept change?

Before parting, Russell mentioned something.

"Do you guys remember 1981?" Russell asked.

At that time, Thomas was still at Indian University, and Louie was just a teaching assistant, but he remembered what happened that year.

"Of course, the second-year Larry overwhelmed the doctor, won the MVP of that year, and won the FMVP in the finals." Louie said.

This makes Bird become another player who won double MVPs in the second grade after Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Russell said with a sour smile: "Some people are really forgetful. Just because Larry won that championship, they think that Larry is the best player in the history of the Celtics. I admit that he is very versatile, just like Big O, but the team is the strongest? Not necessarily, he is not even better than Hondo now."

Although Louis doesn't think that Havlicek has any season better than the current Bird, it is nonsense that Bird at this stage has a higher status than the former.

The meaning of Russell's words is that if Bird can't compare with Havlicek, how can he be better than him?
The Lord of the Rings keeps saying that he doesn't pay attention to the Celtics, but it can be seen from his words and deeds that he always cares about the troubles in Boston.

He even remembered what the media said about Bird three years ago.

Before leaving Russell's store, Thomas thanked him solemnly: "These words mean a lot to me tonight, Bill, thank you."

"By the way, do you have any suggestions for improvement regarding Nicoli Pig?" Russell finally asked.

Louis was full of praise: "It's perfect, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time, I will definitely come again when I have time."

"It seems that I have to send you a VIP card." Russell laughed.

Louie then left with Thomas.

While waiting for a taxi on the side of the road, Thomas asked, "Do you really think Bill's Niguli Pork is delicious?"

"No, it's not delicious at all. I feel like throwing up now thinking of that taste."

Thomas is also used to Louis's indecisive behavior.

"Why did you send me to see Bill?" he asked.

"Why, you know it in your heart. If you still can't see it, then I can't help it. I hope your demons won't hinder our playoffs." Louis looked completely enlightened. He had already lost his mind because of the Nicoli pig diced in Russell's restaurant.

After eating that, his fighting spirit was gone.

"Demon? I don't have that stuff."

"Hmph, better not!"

　Who knows how many days the best-selling selection will last?

　　


(End of this chapter)