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Chapter 286 I'm John Lang's Shooting Coach
Media day was Louie's most tortured day as a professional coach, second only to the fact that he ran out to the garden one day and headed straight to Auerbach's office only to find that there was no Coca-Cola in his fridge.

Blake Adrian of Independence Day asks a question Louie really doesn't want to answer.

"Since you came to New York, have you considered improving your relationship with the media?"

Louie was known to only have problems with the media in New York.

Adrian's words tied all the media to the chariot of the New York media.

Listening to his words, Louis said lightly: "Maybe, just like Elizabeth and Darcy in "Pride and Prejudice", some media people think I am arrogant, and I regard their views as prejudice. In all fairness, we have never had close contact."

"I mean, you have to wear the shoes to know whether the shoes fit your feet. In the same way, whether I can improve the relationship with the media depends not on me personally, but on the media."

"I will do whatever they want. If they don't want to (improve the relationship), then I can only continue to maintain my 'arrogance'."

Each of the 20 media present at the scene raised questions.

Moreover, as if colluding, each family asked differently.

Some are personal, some are about basketball, some are about Louie's public persona, and it's honestly driving him crazy.

Fortunately, the last media outlet to interview Louie was the New York Post.

The Post cleverly had Selvin Haley, the only reporter in New York City who had a personal relationship with Louie, attend the Knicks' media day.

Seeing his friend, Louis smiled and said, "Selvin, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He said this often, but more sincerely than now, no more than 100 times.

"Me too, Coach Lu, I never dreamed that you would become the head coach of the Knicks." Harry chatted with Louie like a friend.

"Come on, ask whatever you want," Louis said, "I'm sure I'll answer all your questions."

Unexpectedly, Harry came up with a headline question: "How is your relationship with Bernard King?"

A reporter asked me before, but Louis did not give a positive answer.

Harry asked it again now, Louis thought, perhaps he shouldn't have kept it hidden, and if he put the same question in front of King, would he hide it?
"There must be problems. We all have good professionalism and know what to do. This will not affect us." Louis said a lie.

His relationship with Bernard King will 100% affect the Knicks' preparation.

Harry asked five questions, and Louis answered each one positively.

It was one of his most relaxed moments of the day.

After the interview, he and Harry wandered around the Blue Palace.

Suddenly, they saw Bernard King doing his signature offensive moves under the camera.

Watching him put on a show is like watching Yang Chaoyue dance. It is painful to force yourself to do things you are not good at.

Kim answered many questions today, including Louie's.

He was not as reserved as Louis, and said very bluntly: "The relationship between us is very distant, and there will be no good results in the long run."

Their conflict is an open fact. King's answer on the media day shows that the training camp is halfway through, and the relationship between Louie and him has not made any progress.

Watching the Knicks' number one player put on a show in front of the media, trying to show his handsome side, Louis frowned.

King's dribble one meter away from the three-point line sparked cheers from the crowd.

"!#@￥%"

Louie shook his head.

Another reporter from the Times, William C. Rhoden, asked aloud: "Coach Road, are you not satisfied with Bernard's performance?"

Louie remembered him.

After All-Star break last year, a reporter from New York asked Louie why he humiliated Bernard King.Louie responded, and the reporter snarled, "That's an insult to the whole state of New York!"

Louis remembered this face. At this time, he deliberately provoked something to make everyone look over.

De Buschell wanted to smooth things over: "Lu definitely means nothing else."

"Dave, I want to hear what Coach Lu has to say." Jin said.

If he said that all the time, things couldn't be easily settled.

De Buschel glanced at Jin with dissatisfaction. Personal grievances are personal grievances, and the image of the team is the image of the team. What he is doing now is tantamount to exposing the internal conflicts of the team to all the media in New York.

This just makes people laugh!
"Bernard, you probably don't want to hear my answer." Louis laughed.

Kim said sullenly, "I want to hear it."

"If you want to hear it, of course I can say it." Louie said loudly with a joking tone, "I shook my head because the three-pointer has never been in your arsenal. It was just a lucky goal just now. We will not arrange any three-point tactics for you in the game. You have never been a shooter like Larry Bird."

Hearing this, Jin sneered.

"I admit that my outside shooting is not as good as Larry's, but it's not something that anyone can easily deny. I only recognize the evaluation of people who are stronger than me!" Jin's words made the atmosphere of the scene very stiff.

All the media became inexplicably excited. They didn't expect the Knicks' performance in the new season at all. This is a rotten team like shit. If they can find some valuable news from this shit, it will be considered good.

I didn't expect to encounter such headline-level news!

"It's possible that my outside shot is really better than yours." Louis said with a contemptuous smile.

"Then let's compete!" Jin said.

"It's been a while, Bernard?"

De Buschel doesn't want to see things continue to expand.

"Dave, this is not an exaggeration at all. I like this proposal." Louis stopped Debuschel, who wanted to forcefully control the situation, and took a few steps forward, "I don't like simple games, you have to bet something."

"What do you want to bet on?"

"How about your salary next year?"

Jin's face changed drastically, he didn't want to play so big.

"My annual salary is almost double yours, it's not fair!"

Louis sneered as if he saw the biggest embarrassment: "You averaged 28 points per game last season, and I haven't even played college basketball. Is this game fair? Or, you don't have the confidence to win?"

"Exactly! Bernard, Coach Lu can't play basketball at all!" Pat Cummings booed loudly.

Someone spoke, and others followed suit. Bernard King couldn't get off the tiger, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll bet on your and my annual salary next year!"

"I like your straightforwardness, and I believe that you are a person who keeps your word." Louis smiled and waved his hand, "There are all the staff of the team here, and the 20 most influential media in Apple City to testify!"

Jin was determined to compete, so naturally he would not play tricks. He asked, "How do you want to compare?"

"It's very simple, it doesn't need to be too complicated. You and I choose a shooting point at random, and each shoots five goals. The person who scores more wins. If the number of goals is the same, there will be an extra game." Louis said exaggeratedly, "I am so nervous that my fingers are shaking, please go first."

Jin snorted coldly, took the ball and walked to the top of the arc where he had just scored.

He has made 21 of 3 three-pointers so far in his career. He has no habit of practicing three-pointers, and he hardly shoots three-pointers in games. He shoots three-pointers based on feeling.

First ball, hit the iron, second ball, hit, third ball, hit the iron, fourth ball, hit, fifth ball, hit the board.

"Hmm~~~~" Pat Cummings boasted loudly, "That's great, Bernard! Looks like Coach Lu is doomed!"

There were many voices on the scene, and I must reiterate that this was 1984, when someone scored a three-pointer in a game, the home fans would be as excited as a climax.

A score of 5 out of 3 is not bad for a person who has never practiced three-pointers.

"That's great." Lu Yi stepped forward with a smile.

He turned to Stockton in the crowd and said, "John, could you please pass me the ball?"

"I'm more than willing to help." Stockton ran to the basket holding the ball and passed the ball to Louie.

As a result, Louie passed back and said, "Pass higher and harder."

"Coach Lu looks professional," Cummings said next to Kim. "Bernard, you're in danger."

"Hmph, it's just a bluff."

Kim and the crowd watched Louie catch the ball and shoot a three-pointer with his left hand, but he didn't even touch the basket.

About ten people snorted disdainfully at the same time, and thinking about Louis betting on his salary for next year, they began to look forward to how he would end up after losing this game.

Immediately afterwards, Stockton passed the second ball.

Louis caught the ball and adjusted it. This time, he actually shot a three-pointer with his right hand.

"Shh!"

The speed was so fast that everyone had no time to react. He turned around and explained: "Sorry, I just forgot that I am right-handed."

Every now and then Dave Anderson burst into a smile from his sad face like someone at a family funeral.

"A funny thing is going to happen."

"Lucky ball! That one just now was definitely a lucky ball!" Jin shouted, he wanted to disturb Louis like this.

Louis turned his head and smiled, "Bernard, at least in front of the reporters, please show some education, okay?"

The King of New York noticed his gaffe, and the scene suddenly became very quiet.

Louis raised his hand, the second ball.

"Shh!"

This time even Stockton was shocked. He caught the ball under the basket and passed the ball with the same force and direction.

"You know what? I went to Cleveland to interview scouts, but I didn't even meet Bill Fitch, and I was wiped out by a guy named Geeba."

Louis said, the fourth ball.

"Shh!"

"#!@%##￥......"

"If the next goal is also scored!"

"Bernard is about to lose next year's salary to Coach Road!"

"For so long, there have been quite a few people who have looked down on me, and I have been thinking about why." Louis put the ball on his waist, and looked back at the guy who was betting against him. "Today, Bernard made me understand that all those who underestimated me, all those who regarded me as a fool, lacked one thing - a brain. I admit that each of them has a head, but they have not used it properly from the beginning to the end, such as Bernard."

"Bernard, you think you're big enough to win this game easily, so you foolishly bet next year's salary, and that's a full $90."

"If I were you, at least before this game, I would figure out one thing, I would ask 'Coach Lu, what was your initial role on the Celtics coaching staff'."

"I will tell you for sure"

Louie's fifth ball, thrown with standard form.

"Shh!"

The reporters exclaimed in disbelief.

Louis turned his head and looked at the ashen-faced Bernard King: "I'm John Long's shooting coach."

(End of this chapter)