the rest, only noise

Chapter 235 Damn Confidence

"Coach Lu, congratulations."

Chuck Daly still has to congratulate his opponent like a winner after a big loss to the Celtics.

Louie shook his hand in a friendly way and trash-talked in a joking way: "Hope the next three games go as smoothly as tonight."

Daly responded: "You're not going to get it."

"Hmph, who knows, Coach Daly." Louis walked to the scene with ease for an interview.

What he said was the same as before, and the way reporters asked questions had not changed.

"Coach Lu, your current record in the playoffs is 6 wins and 1 loss, what do you think about it?"

Louie knew that they counted the games he played as an acting coach last season.

"It's not my record, it's the Celtics' record. I have only a handful of credits. If you are interested in this, go and interview my players. They are the ones who won the game." Louie pushed down the halo imposed on him by the reporters too modestly.

Just kidding, if you claim these, how can you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in the future?
Louie hopes that the aura of "he's a rookie" will last as long as possible.

Although some important opponents have regarded him as a strong enemy, there are still many Gene Shu in the league, who are self-respecting because of their identity of cultivating professional basketball for many years.

This kind of person is often the object that Louis wants to destroy vigorously.

So he can't let the reporters who know nothing but bragging ruin his arrogant image in the eyes of the old comrades as "no one is arrogant, incompetent, and he can go to heaven after playing a full-level number".

The reporters saw his modesty, which was not the case when he offended the entire capital in Washington a while ago.

Lu Yi's sudden sex change made many people feel incomprehensible.

As Daly said, he is different off the court than on the court.

However, Louis under the light field has already seen many different images.

What the outside world doesn't know is that the real Louis is also a mystery inside the Celtics.

At the press conference, Louis gave the players all the chance to show off, and he only answered a few simple and boring questions.

Dozens of media have wasted nearly 30 minutes of their time.

Bird was impatient, and Thomas enjoyed being surrounded by the media.

Sampson's character is like lukewarm water. Reporters will not ask him too many questions, nor will they ignore him. Everyone will focus on Bird. The problem is that he always has an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

If his complexion were blackened, he would be labeled as "arrogant", "inhuman", "mean", "cold", etc., which are very correct and should have been attached to him long ago, but have never been attached to him.

Only black people are labeled with these labels.

White people don't, and Bird's low EQ behavior has been beautified by the media as "a superstar with a strong personality and self-esteem."

In all fairness, he's not as cynical and annoying as Kareem, he's just a country bumpkin unaccustomed to the spotlight and wary of the attention.

He simply doesn't like it.

But the more he disliked it, the closer the media got to him.

Even if Isiah Thomas became a fossil after death and was discovered [-] million years later, he may still have a smile on his face. Even if it is an eternal smile, it is impossible to replace Byrd's status in the eyes of the media.

The next day, Louis held a relaxing review meeting.

He listed the mistakes made by the Pistons at the meeting.

According to his calculations, if the Pistons don't make those mistakes, the two teams will be able to play at least until the fourth quarter, and it is very likely that they will not be able to win until the last minute.

Byrd had a different opinion.

It is not so much a different opinion as it is an argument.

"If the coaching staff didn't make any restrictions on their countermeasures, then your wages are too good to earn." Byrd deliberately stimulated Louis.

Louis was in a good mood, and he didn't think it was necessary for him to argue with the bumpkin on this topic, and there would be no result if the argument was won.

The realistic result is that they won, the Pistons didn't seize the opportunity, and it was over.

"Larry, if you give half of the critical thinking ability in the review meeting to the media, the journalist friends will be very happy." Louis said jokingly.

The meeting was friendly and harmonious. Even if Bird raised an argument, Louis did not take him seriously.

After the meeting, Louis asked for a targeted match.

The Pistons like to call the tactical point of pick-and-roll dislocation, which has attracted Louie's attention.

Because of this routine, the Celtics can also play around.

Thomas can play small to big, fast to slow; Bird can play big to small, relatively fast to relatively slow, smart to play reckless, smart to play big to stupid, low-quality to high-quality, thick-skinned to thin-skinned.

In the match that day, Louis asked Maxwell to imitate Worthy.

Although his speed was two gears behind Worthy himself, the effect was not bad when he fought.

Louis intends to use a mediocre matchup to help the team adapt to the Pistons' style of play.

There is no doubt that the strength of the Celtics is stronger than that of the Pistons. If you change to some unlearned coaches, you can directly shorten the rotation and use more than one level of offensive and defensive intensity A to push it flat.

If you do this, it will be easy, but Louis' coaching ability has not been exercised in any way.

He saw this very clearly.

He needs valuable actual combat to experience, and the playoffs are much more nutritious than the regular season.

The difference in strength is as big as the first round of bullets, so of course he doesn't have to work hard, but in the semifinals against the Pistons, the opponent is a future Hall of Fame coach like Daly. In the Eastern Conference Finals, he may meet the Bucks who eliminated the Celtics last season. Don Nelson is another opponent that makes Louie vigilant.

These "high-level" opponents are Louis' whetstones.

He would rather lose in the contest with these people than rely on the lineup to crush him.

Because it is impossible for him to have a full-level number all the time, if he wants to find another job in the future, he will definitely choose a "ruin" and start from scratch.

At that time, if his coaching ability has not been honed, he will be very sad.

Halfway through the match, Louis was in no mood to look down, let KC and Tomjanovich stare at him, and went to Auerbach's office to drink a bottle of drink by himself.

Seeing that Louis came uninvited, Auerbach said like a thief: "There is only Pepsi in the refrigerator."

Louis must find out.

He opened the refrigerator, and sure enough, he saw something that disappointed him.

"Reed, don't you know that even dogs don't drink Pepsi?" Louis asked disgustedly.

Auerbach snorted softly, "I'm just guarding against you!"

"You're so stingy, how much does it cost to drink your bottle of Coke every day?" Louis rolled his eyes and complained, "If you arrange a refrigerator for my office, I won't come to your place all the time."

Auerbach could hardly listen.

"Based on your monthly income, do you still need public funds to buy a refrigerator?" Auerbach asked angrily and disgustedly.

Louis sat down and found an excuse in an instant: "Don't you know that I'm going to be a father soon? You need to save some money for the child."

"Aren't you unmarried?"

"I'm only worried if I'm not married. You don't know my girlfriend. It's a lot of money to spend every month. When the child is born, my salary will not be enough." Louis believed his words, and Lorraine would never—ever—never hear.

Auerbach scolded: "Damn baby boomers! America will be destroyed by your generation sooner or later!"

"So, as the 'Greatest Generation', can you respect Chinese traditions? You like Chinese food so much, don't you even understand this rule?"

"What rules?"

"That's right. Actually, I feel embarrassed about this matter. When a child is born, as friends and elders, I have to give something like lucky money as a blessing to the baby."

"roll!"

It seems that today is not a good time.

Louie is a man who fights harder, especially when it comes to money.

Anyway, there is still more than half a year before Lorraine gives birth. During this period, as long as he comes to harass Auerbach from time to time, no matter how hard he is, he will take out a little.

Just as Louis was about to leave, Auerbach who told him to "get out" stopped him again.

"Wait!"

"If you don't have a red envelope, we can skip this process. You can just give me cash or a check, and I will thank you for the child." Louis' greedy face made Auerbach want to hit him with the insole.

Auerbach selectively ignored the red envelope.

"How many games do you expect the semi-finals to end?"

"What? Want to sell more tickets?" Louis sat down again, "If you can share some of the ticket revenue with me, I can drag this round of the series to Game [-]."

"Damn it! Be fucking serious!"

Louis looked at him inexplicably: "Is there anything more serious than talking about dividing up the spoils?"

"Who wants to share the spoils with you? I didn't mean that at all!"

Louis asked suspiciously, "Then what do you mean?"

"If it ends quickly, I think you should have time to go to the Olympic selection team." Auerbach has no doubts about Louis' vision, "There is a preliminaries for this year's draft."

Louie got serious.

"I know," Louie said confidently. "I'll close the series in five."

Auerbach asked: "Why not four games? Where is your goddamn confidence?"

"Isn't it good to give you a show and sell tickets?"

"Now, immediately!" Auerbach roared angrily, "Get out of my face! Get out!"

(End of this chapter)