the rest, only noise

Chapter 256 Never
Louie returned to the locker room from the hallway, and many people were celebrating. They beat the Lakers again.

If you count the two matches in the regular season, the Celtics are now on a four-game winning streak against the Lakers.

For an opponent who has lost to them four times in a row, they believe that they will definitely lose to themselves the fifth time.

"If the record in the regular season can be counted in the playoffs, we have already won the championship." Lambiel said arrogantly, "Los Angeles is nothing but mediocre!"

Louis looked at him with a smile: "If the record in the regular season can be counted in the playoffs, we don't even have to play in the playoffs, just award the awards directly."

"Yes, that's what I thought!"

"The playoffs are not challenging at all!"

He looked excited, as if the championship was already a certainty.

Most of the people in the locker room had similar thoughts with Lambiel. Louis did not pour cold water on them here, and there were conditions to pour cold water on them.

For example, the Celtics have signs of being defeated by the Lakers.

However, they have won four games in a row against the Lakers.

Even if Louis spoke out loud and lost his temper and stopped the group of people, they would not believe that they would be bitten badly when they went to Los Angeles in a few days.

So Louis simply didn't say anything.

He also picked up on Isiah Thomas' low spirits, and he and Louie had clashed in half-time.

He is at an absolute disadvantage. If the Celtics lose because he didn't play in the second half, he can still say a few words. Now, the team won the game without him.

It pained him, creating an unwanted frustration in him.

"Since you think the series will be won, I allow you to celebrate tonight. After tonight, everyone must be ready to go to Los Angeles to end the Lakers."

"I hope BEAT LA is not empty talk."

After Louis said plainly, several stupid idiots led by Lambiel had already started shouting long live Louis.

This is something that has refreshed the cognition of KC Jones, Cowens, Thurmond, and Tomjanovich.

Let the players let go of the pressure and celebrate before the finals are over?This is too dangerous!
So when most of the players left, KC, as the second head of the coaching team, took the initiative to communicate with Louis: "Lu, is it too much for them to celebrate now?"

"Where did it go?"

"The series is not over yet, now should be the time to adjust your state and recharge your spirits." KC said worriedly, "We still have two tough battles to fight."

"No, not two."

Louis stretched out four fingers: "There are at least four more tough games. If the Lakers are tough enough, it is not impossible to play seven games."

"Then why are you."

"I don't understand why you think it's a dangerous thing to let players relax." Louis can never understand the martial law as soon as the playoffs arrive, prohibiting players from venting their unsatisfied feelings at the end of the game, and being highly vigilant about anything that has nothing to do with the game.

Louis has always felt that as long as the players take part in the training seriously and come to the game site on time, it doesn't matter what they do in their spare time.

But some coaches don't think so.

They feel that NBA players are a group of wretches who seriously lack self-discipline and professionalism. As long as they relax, they can no longer tense their nerves.

is this real?
If not for one exception, Louie might believe this to be true.

But as far as he knew, there were at least two exceptions.

Exception one, in the 1993 Eastern Conference finals, Jordan had decided to retire to play baseball after winning that year's championship, in order to get rid of the identity of "Michael Jordan" that made him restless for 24 hours.But Pat Riley's New York gang is hell-bent on taking them down.Riley was swept in four games by the ruthless Pistons in the 1989 Finals after he injured Cooper and Magic.

His Lakers career came to an end, and he himself fell in love with the Pistons' style.So, when he came to New York, he wisely gave up Show Time, because he knew that there would never, never, ever be the next magician.Without a magician, there would be no Show Time.The magician is Show Time.So he can't count on Show Time, which has made him successful in the past, to be successful again.

In fact, just thinking about how Ewing is going to play Show Time makes people shudder.

The introduction of malicious fouls has limited the Pistons' iron-fisted defense, but Riley has seen the core and focus of this defensive system.Muscle sticks, physical contact, hand-to-hand combat everywhere, and madmen who are not afraid of Jordan.So a dark team that rounded up the Bulls, especially against Jordan, was born. After two years, they played seven games against the Bulls in 1992, and lost two home games to the Bulls in the Eastern Conference Finals in 1993.You must know that the only team that can recover after losing two home games in a row is the Lakers in 1969.

Jordan was affected by the image crisis brought about by the book "Jordan Rules", and he couldn't focus on the court. The Knicks' defense reminded him of the three years he was tortured by the Pistons. Therefore, in the first three games of the Eastern Conference Finals, the Knicks led 2 to 1. Jordan did not shoot more than 40% in one game.Everyone thought the Bulls were going to die, but in the fourth game, facing the most brutal defensive team ever, Jordan blasted 60 points on 54% shooting.

It was the only "I'm going to fuck you all" game Louie had ever seen.

Another example, not so complicated, came from the Bulls, no way, the non-modern team Louie knew best and the only one that proved his concept.Rodman took the initiative to find Zen Master during the finals to explain that he was about to be driven crazy by the status quo, and he had to vent.Zen Master surprisingly agreed, and Rodman appeared on the WWE stage.

Participating in WWE during the finals?

Imagine that Chasing Egg Green also does this, will Kumi spray him so that he quits the Internet.

These two examples are enough to provide some help to Louie's actions tonight. The game they should lose will not be lost just because he lets the players go crazy in nightclubs.

They should win the game, and they won't lose it just because this group of people went crazy in a nightclub.

"If you are a group of fighters who have just finished two battles, are you willing to stay nervous and prepare for the next battle in three days? Don't you think you can go to the city to do some crazy things, because you may not be able to come back alive in the next battle." Louis gave an inappropriate metaphor, "When they are crazy, they will still play seriously. The martial law in the playoffs will only bring them more pressure and troubles."

Louie is the head coach, he does what he says.

"If we lose."

"I know," Louis laughed, "the media will be online."

Tomjanovich asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid?"

"If you're going to lead the team in this series, if we lose a few of them, do you want the media to attack the players and put unnecessary pressure on them, or do you want the media to attack you?" Louie asked.

Cowens asked suspiciously: "So you are doing it for them?"

"Don't be funny! I don't plan to take everything by myself. Didn't they say that I will win? Now that I have won, let's relax. If we go to Los Angeles and lose the battle, I will be scolded by the media, and these bastards will not be good!" Everyone around Louis knows that he can change his face, "Don't think I will be so talkative then!"

KC, Cowens, Tomjanovich, Thurmond, none of them can understand Louie.

He's had a lot of daring improvisations and surprises that ultimately prove to be useful.

This time, it was a decision that challenged everyone's perception. During the finals, the players were allowed to spend their energy. If this spread, with Louie's reputation, he might be blackmailed by the media.

Louis didn't care at all about it.

"Lu, I don't know whether I should admire you or scold you." KC smiled wryly, "You are definitely doing something very, very excessive."

Louis just wanted to leave, but found Thomas changing clothes behind them.

"Did you hear what we just said?" Cowens asked.

Thomas said without changing his face, "I heard you."

The whispers of the coaching staff were heard by the players, and everyone was inexplicably embarrassed.

Lu Yi asked casually, "How's your foot?"

"Good."

"Can we play next game?"

"Do you need me?" Thomas asked.

Louis didn't fall for his tricks at all: "If you can fight, I will let you fight. If there is a risk, just continue to rest."

"So, do you need me?" Thomas clings to an answer.

Louis' face never changed. People were always puzzled by his sternness and harshness towards Thomas. They didn't know how good this man who always had a smile on his face was good at backstabbing.

"I don't need you, Isaiah. I don't need your disgusting smiling face, nor your inflated self-esteem, nor your unquenchable jealousy." Louis said ruthlessly, "I don't need you to create discord in the locker room every now and then. You always don't understand what I need you to do. In the end, you need me. You need me to give you a stage to perform. You need me to trust you. You need me to give you a better role. Never as good as you think, you are more selfish and asshole than I imagined, I have no patience with you."

Louis' words made the locker room as cold as ice, without any gentle atmosphere, and there was no room for relaxation.

He literally killed Thomas and turned him into an ice sculpture.

Thomas sat there motionless.

Louie said to his colleagues, "See you tomorrow."

Then he left, and the rest of the coaching staff looked at each other, hoping for someone to comfort Thomas.

But today, Louis' words were like Michael Tyson's KO punch, shattering all the fantasies in Thomas' heart.

He never got Louie's approval, never.

(End of this chapter)