the rest, only noise

Chapter 393 I Heard Your 'Story'

1986/9/10

The preseason training camp of the New York Knicks, like last year, is set in the Blue Palace.

In this way, players do not need to leave home for a month, and they can relax nearby at night after training during the day.

Many teams hope that players will be isolated during training.

Louis never believed in this set, he believed that a combination of work and rest is the best way to maintain the state.

Louis came to the Blue Palace with a natural look, Benjamin Wilson has arrived, and he is singled out with fellow student John Sely.

Choosing Sely was a decision Louie made after watching his college games.

At the beginning, Louis only knew that Sely was a member of the Bad Boys Legion. After watching his game, he was first attracted by his physical condition.

6 feet 11 inches (211CM) tall, and untested wingspan, visually has a length close to 225CM.

He looks thin, runs like a deer, is very light, and is the most popular athletic power forward right now.

Louie decided to pick him almost immediately. One him, one Rodman, plus Alex Stevens, the core lineup of the murderous tight end is already there.

The three spidermen who can't run to death, have amazing athletic talent, and are tall and long. As long as they are well-polished, when their bodies become stronger, their defensive details are well done, they have a tacit understanding, and after a chemical reaction is produced, these three will appear as the core of the murderous press. Louis does not believe that any team's second team can withstand it.

Salley's body can cover Wilson.

However, Wilson's ability to handle the ball is not what a player of his height should have.

The rhythm is so good, he doesn't need to use explosive power to dribble and open space.

Selley couldn't guard him at all, because Wilson's hands were so hot that his hands were stuck to his face, and the shot still made a hit.

"Again, John!"

Wilson was on the rise, and it was not enough to shave Sely's head 11-0.

The people around him booed and started placing bets to see if Salley would be able to defend against Wilson's next goal.

Most people believed that Sely could not guard against him.

Rodman sat shyly in the crowd, not saying a word, but he looked eager to participate.

"Hit his ass! John, you have to take on the challenge like a man!"

McHale excitedly played a game between the two.

"coach!"

Stevens said hello.

"Why didn't you go to teach our champion man?" Louis believed that Stevens should be able to cause some trouble for Wilson.

"No, I'm no match for him," Stevens said modestly.

"That's because you let him, that kid is a little bloated, let's teach him a lesson."

Louis asked, and Stevens complied.

After John Selley was fucked by Wilson again, Stevens joined the fray.

Unlike Salley, Stevens defended Wilson as a game.

From his actions, you can see that he is playing for real.

No matter how good Wilson's skills are, Stevens' confrontation can effectively interfere with him without the influence of the referee.

When it was Stevens' turn to attack, he hooked with only one back and managed to score.

Wilson was a little anxious, missed consecutive shots, and only started to break through when Stevens led by 6 goals.

Like Stevens said, Wilson is stronger.

He got angry from behind, and every time he broke away from Stevens, he ended up with a dunk.

Also, he roars when he completes a dunk.

"This kid really doesn't deserve his reputation." McHale sighed.

Sely, who had his head shaved for two consecutive games, said aggrievedly: "I told you a long time ago that you don't believe me."

"Kevin!"

Louie called out to McHale.

"Please come with me."

McHale followed.

The last time we met, McHale was wearing normal casual clothes, but now he is wearing training clothes.

His exaggerated anatomy just doesn't look right.

"Coach, you're not trying to tell me that I've been traded?" McHale asked jokingly.

"As I said, you are our long-term plan." Louis asked, "Do you want something to drink? I have everything in the vending machine here."

McHale asked comically, "What about the vending machines?"

"Don't talk bullshit."

"Give me a bottle of Sprite, thank you."

Louis tossed a coin.

With his financial level, it is entirely possible to have a vending machine that does not require coins, as long as people come to load the goods regularly.

The main reason why he wants a vending machine that requires coins to pick up goods is that he likes the process of buying things with coins.

He especially likes the sound of throwing a coin in, selecting a Coke, and the Coke rolling out of it.

The secondary reason is that it can prevent some people from coming to him to eat and drink.

After all, not everyone in the Blue Palace carries coins with them like Louis.

Louis gave the Sprite to McHale, and asked casually, "Kevin, you've been here for a while, do you have any thoughts?"

"Anything, really, I grew up in Minnesota and New York is heaven to me!"

Louie habitually unscrewed the easy-release button with one hand, and asked, "I mean, what do you think of these guys in the team?"

"It's all good, there's only one problem." McHale smiled wryly. "With these guys, I feel old. I'm only 29 years old, and the oldest of this group is only 26 years old (Alice)."

"This is why we need you." Louis told McHale about last season's playoffs. "We had a chance to overtake Detroit, but at the critical moment, young people don't know how to end the game."

McHale seemed unable to understand what Louis meant, and began to blackmail himself: "Coach, you are really looking for me. I have been in Chicago for so many years, and I have never made it to the second round."

"Kevin, I don't believe there are players in the world who don't want to win. I want you to be the leader of this team." Louis took out the captain's armband, "What do you think?"

McHale's smile faded as Louie pulled out the captain's armband.

Instead of a smile, there was a tense expression.

He has an instinctive resistance to the burden of shouldering the responsibility of the whole team.

"Coach, I can't." McHale refused directly. "I was not a leader when I was in Chicago. When Chuck came, I was relieved. I finally don't have to force myself to bear responsibilities that don't belong to me."

Louis snorted softly: "Then what do you think, how is your job as the second in charge?"

McHale is very self-aware: "I am here now, although I am very satisfied, but I know that Chicago is not satisfied with my performance."

"So, you are an unqualified second-in-charge."

McHale's face darkened.

"You don't want to be the head of the family, and you don't want to take on the responsibilities of the leader, but you can't do the job of the second in command, Kevin, what do you think you can do?" Louis asked rudely.

McHale was ashamed and embarrassed by Louie's question, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Coach. What should I do?"

"Accept the captain's armband, become our captain, and demand yourself with the captain's standards. I don't need you to take too much responsibility, I just need you to take the lead. I hope that when these young people become headless chickens on the court, you can stand up and ask for the ball and lead them to victory."

Louie wasn't trying to humiliate McHale, he was trying to make McHale understand what the team needed from him.

Louis looked directly into McHale's eyes, and his tone was calm but as if a heavy boulder fell on the opponent's back: "Patrick is our defensive core, Benj will be the team's key offensive ace, and the responsibility of organizing the offense belongs to John. Even fighting for his teammates, Oak can do it. Kevin, I don't need you to take on a lot. I just need you to be a reliable captain, pat the youngsters on their backs when they are at a loss, and lead them to win the game."

"If you think you can accomplish this mission, accept my armband. If you think you can't," Louie said, taking a sip of Coke and resisting the urge to hiccup, "I can tell you categorically, you will not be part of the Knicks' future. Play hard now, because you may be traded by me at any time."

Louie didn't hide from McHale, just went straight to him, said what he needed to do, what happened, and said it all.

It was already a threat, but it was also a way to push McHale forward.

McHale has wasted six years, and there is no Larry Bird-like figure in the Knicks to force him. Louie needs to awaken his fighting spirit and sense of responsibility.

McHale stood up and picked up the captain's armband from the table.

"I can try it," he said.

"If you think you can't do it, you can return it to me at any time." Louis smiled. "Before you return it to me, you are our captain. I will demand and restrain you according to the captain's standard. If you are reprimanded by me because you can't meet the standard, I hope you can understand that it is not against you. I am just scolding a disappointing captain."

"Understood, Coach, I've heard your 'story.'"

At that time, Louis really wanted to look at him with wise eyes like the wise man in "The Richest Man in Xihong City" and asked, "Have you heard my story?"

(End of this chapter)