the rest, only noise

Chapter 342 Extreme Humiliation
"Is there such a father as you? The child has been crying for a long time and there is no response!"

The old mother's Lion's Roar is always a more powerful weapon than an alarm clock.

Louis rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's just dinner time, I said why did you sleep so late?" Li Xuanbing was about to ask what happened to Lu Yi with a loud voice, but Lu Yi had already got up.

He went back to bed at about eight o'clock and set the alarm clock for four hours, but he didn't really fall asleep until the last hour. It was about ten o'clock at that time, and it is twelve o'clock in the morning, which means he only slept for more than an hour.

Louis went to wash up first, and then made milk for his son.

Li Xuanbing cooked a table of side dishes, and Lorraine usually didn't go home at noon, so there were only Louis, Li Xuanbing, the nanny and Lu Wuxia.

Louis ate by himself, and even fed the child under Li Xuanbing's strong request.

Louie could only pretend that the bottle was an airplane and rumbled towards his son.

The moment the pacifier entered Lu Wuxia's mouth, he glanced at his father with a suspicious expression, and swallowed the milk with a complicated and strange expression.

Louis will never forget Lu Wuxia's expression, this is the most similar place between him and Lorraine.

Whenever Louie did something stupid, Lorraine would look at him with that look.

Then, suddenly, Lu Wuxia raised his hand to applaud his father. He was obviously a baby without self-awareness, but his high five gave people a heavy sense of irony.

Louis felt that he was being scolded by his son.

Or, his applause just now has at least this meaning: "Wow, Dad, you can actually find my mouth, it's too amazing, I won't be afraid of your pride if I give you some applause."

To be honest, Louis suddenly found that it was more fun to go to the Blue Palace to scold Ewing than to feed the children.

At least he can scold Ewing as much as he wants, and he can scold Ewing with a combination of Chinese and Western styles. Li Xuanbing will not let him off if he scolds his own child with just a word.

Mr. You, I never thought I needed you so much.

In the afternoon, Louis went to New York University to deliver desserts to Lorraine, and then rushed to the Blue Palace.

When Louis first arrived at the Blue Palace, Ewing was already sweating, Truke Robinson was practicing with him, and Spot Weber was responsible for passing the ball.

He works hard, but what he needs to work on is developing the habit of finding someone to block when he sees a shot.

What he should bear will not be reduced by his efforts at this time.

Louis came to his office indifferently.

After a while, Tomjanovich came and took out the edited video by the way.

Louis put it up in the office. He has watched the game three times from yesterday to now, and he has memorized all the details that should be remembered.

He went through it in fast-forward and said to Tomjanovich, "A few parts are missing."

Tomjanovich asked in surprise, "Which ones?"

"In the 6th minute of the first quarter, Patrick was distracted when he got stuck, and Larry took the rebound."

"In the 7th minute of the third quarter, Patrick just entered the field to defend against a pick-and-roll error, and in the 8th minute he was out of position and was taken off the offensive rebound."

"Add these three shots."

Louie memorized so many details, Tomjanovich found that his work was still not in place, so he hurriedly went to an editor to process it.

The players on the training ground didn't know that Louis planned to throw a tantrum at today's replay meeting.

Manute Bol promotes his draft story for the 101st time.

The 1985 draft was not his first draft. His first draft was in 1983, when he was selected by the Cleveland Cavaliers in the fifth round.As a result, he did not officially enter the NBA through the draft until 1985 because the league determined that he was not draft-eligible at the time.

Paul is a very interesting man, and everyone loves to hear his stories.

His favorite story is about the tribal life of the Sultan. The stories about how he and his family killed lions with spears, used cattle as currency, and pulled teeth in Dinka ceremonies surprised his teammates time and time again.

Before the afternoon training session started, Louis held a review meeting.

In the video room, everyone from the coaching staff is present, and the players are seated according to their seats.

Louis first performed a stunt of opening a Coke can with one hand, inserted a straw, and asked Tomjanovich to play the edited video.

The content of the video is divided into two parts, one part is about how the team was beaten by the Celtics, and the other part is Ewing's "personal show".

Different from the collections in the popular sense, the collections shown to the audience always report good news but not bad news, while the collections of internal replays report bad news but not good news.

The principle is that your 39 minutes of good play shouldn't overshadow the fact that you played 9 minutes of bad play.

"Manute, if you spend half of your time telling jokes on building muscle, these balls won't be missed." Louis pressed the pause button, and then let everyone see the picture of Ball being knocked away by Thomas head-on confrontation and then completing a layup. "You are 7 feet 4 inches tall, but you have been repeatedly humiliated by a guy who is as short as a dwarf in your eyes. I am really ashamed of you, and I even doubt the authenticity of the fact that you killed a lion."

The camera pans to Tony Campbell's stupid offensive choices.

"Who will tell me, why does Tony dare to shoot like this?"

"Who are you? Michael Jordan? Or Bernard King? If you were MJ, I'd trade you right away. If you were Bernard, I'd pray you get hurt like that hapless guy before you do something like this next time. Don't you fucking realize you've been attacking Bostonians like a pig from start to finish?"

"what is this?"

A dry pull-and-throw round.

"what is this?"

Ignore the open space of his teammates, fast break and get blocked.

"And this!" Louie pointed to a round where Campbell forced a shot under the flank. "You tell me what the fuck is this for?!"

Ball was scolded, Campbell was scolded, and Wilkins was scolded. Except for Stockton, only Ewing has not been scolded.

But when Ewing in the collection became the protagonist, the nightmare of Jamaica King Kong began.

In the first screen, Bird missed a three-pointer, Ewing was out of position, and was easily taken off the rebound by Sampson behind him. Because of poor defensive choices, he was dunked by the opponent's right hand from the middle.

"Patrick, do you have a clean freak? Why don't you lean in? Why are you standing still?" Louis asked, "What kind of defense is this? You look like the security guard of the Sampson family welcoming him in!"

Screen [-], gratifying to celebrate, Ewing got stuck, but not stuck.Because he put Sampson behind him, the confrontation he exerted was not enough to control the opponent on the surface.

So Sampson jumped with all his strength, took the rebound from behind him and put it in for a basket.

"I'm so fucking sorry for your girlfriend, how could she find a little pleasure in bed with you, a softie?"

Louis roared: "Break up with her, you are useless!"

Ewing was furious and got up to attack Louis personally but was stopped by his teammates.

"Let go of him!" Louie yelled, "I want to see what this jerk dares to do to me!"

In the next picture, Sampson grabbed the rebound from behind without getting stuck.

Louis pressed pause, walked up to Ewing and grabbed his clothes and pointed at the screen: "How many times do I have to tell you? If you are an insider, confrontation is your obligation in the game, but what are you doing? Do you have confrontation? Do you have a slot? You look like a wimp who can't get an erection and can only use tools to satisfy your partner. I feel more and more sympathetic to your woman!"

"It was an accident!" Ewing shouted with red eyes.

Louis let go of him and sneered, "There are too many accidents, right?"

Next, no position, no position, French military salute, wrong defensive position, no position, no position, no position, what data can reflect a person who scored 12 rebounds in a single game but hardly used his position to protect any of the rebounds he should have protected?
"This is just a highlight of the first half! When our starting center, the most trusted guy in the team, and the highest-paid player in the league play this virtue, the fiasco is doomed!" Louis once again attacked Ewing, "Last night, the Bostonians humiliated every fan in New York City and the entire Knicks team, but you are the one who hurt us the most! What you did in the paint, your poor defensive habits, damn, I don't know what to say, you fucking Like a spy leading the way for the enemy and ruining our game!"

"This is the worst performance I've ever seen!"

"Shameful, hard to look at!"

"We paid the most money to this unfit jerk, and New Yorkers still count on him to lead the Knicks' revival?"

Louie smashed the remote control at the TV and roared like a hyperthyroidism attack: "If you expect you, a bastard, to revive New York basketball, it's better to hold a machine gun and make players from other teams in the league line up to shoot! This is the only way for you to lead the revival of New York basketball!"

The TV screen was cracked, but still playable.

Louie clicked play on the remote, and just in time, a round in which Ewing opened his hands to welcome Bird's layup from in front of him.

Louie laughed, and he paused again.

"Except for Patrick, everyone else go back to training!"

The players who heard this sentence fled in all directions like prisoners who had been pardoned.

"You don't need to practice today." Louis put the remote control in Ewing's hand, "You just watch this videotape here, watch it repeatedly, remember every round, remember how incompetent you were in front of them, remember how ugly your posture is in it, at the end of the videotape you will see my face, you will see a face that is both disappointed and painful, but helpless."

When Louis walked to the door, he turned around and said, "If you don't have the courage to face it, I can accept it. After all, softies like you all have the same characteristic, that is, they dare not look back on the past when they condensed their eggs."

"Stop watching here, too." Louis told his teaching assistants, "Give our Mr. Softball some personal space."

The teaching assistants came out, and they followed Louie back to his office.

Louie bought a Coke straight from the vending machine and asked his teaching assistants, "Did I just go a little too far?"

Phil Jackson smiled flatly: "I heard that the director of "Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom" (Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom) made the actors eat real feces in pursuit of authenticity. Do you think this is too much?"

"Isn't it too much?" Louie had heard the movie.

Jackson smiled and said, "What you did just now is almost the same."

(End of this chapter)