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Chapter 529 I am so fucking proud of him

Chapter 529 I'm so fucking proud of him
When the Knicks entered the garden, the boos were fierce.

As usual, the gardens were not well lit, and the green floor with the strange lights felt odd.

Before the start of the game, the fans who entered the stadium drank a lot of alcohol, and there was no qualified ventilation and air conditioning in the garden, so the away game became a purgatory on earth.

The same situation, the Knicks have seen last year.

"Shoot, don't worry about the rest."

Louis asked the players to move on their own to find out the hand feeling, and then he went to say hello to tonight's referee.

I don't know what the league thinks, but tonight's referees are Paul Mihalak and Earl Strom.

If you want to list a list of referees that each team hates the most, a piece of paper will definitely not fit.

Even for the option "The referee you hate the most", you have to list at least three names in order to list almost all the referees you hate the most.

Michalak and Systrom will definitely be mentioned by many fans and coaches. One of them blows the whistle to see his mood, and the other is a well-known home killer.

The home team wins less than the away team in the games that Systrom referees.

Michalak, who whistles to see his mood, does not have strict and unified standards, as if he has schizophrenia. No one can figure out his thoughts and standards. Maybe after he maintains the standard for a period of time, he suddenly feels bored and changes the standard.

Inexperienced players will suffer a lot, and even veterans can't stand his style of whistling standards one quarter at a time.

"Both, you are newcomers, and you have worked hard all the way." Louis said kindly.

Michalak asked defensively, "Lu, what's the matter?"

"I'm sure you guys hate the Celtics as much as I do."

"Stop." Michalak regarded himself as a prestigious referee, determined to enforce justice, "I will not violate my principles for you."

Do you have principles?Your principles are fucking farts.

"Of course, the principles of the two of you are the most important X factor in this game. I don't intend to point you out. You all have more experience than me, and you will definitely be able to play a good game. I just think that if you can be more lenient in the confrontation, it will be fine."

Louis didn't greet the referee every game, only when he encountered a mental disability, he would negotiate a few words.

Let's salute first and then fight. When the game starts, if they have a brain attack, it won't be too late for Louis to roar.

KC Jones, unlike Louie, has given up communicating with the referees.

He himself is not used to communicating with referees, so this is a strange scene.

The coach of the visiting team came to the referee and asked for some convenience in a tactful manner. The coach of the home team didn't say a word, and didn't even pay attention to the referees.

The most dramatic thing is that there are three narrators today.

The unshakable Dick Stockton, Billy Cunningham, who clearly showed the attributes of Lu Hei, and Celtic star Tom Heinsohn, who has ended his cooperation with CBS and attended as a guest today.

"This time, the Knicks have met a real opponent." Heinsohn insisted on his crooked butt for 100 years, "The Celtics are different from the mediocre teams they encountered before."

Cunningham agreed: "The Celtics are stronger, and the Knicks are relatively weaker. In this case, the coaching staff needs to play a role."

He's already getting the rhythm.

According to him, if the Knicks eventually collapse, the responsibility must be Louis.

It is true that Heinsohn is brainless and stands on the Celtics. He recognizes Louis’ ability, so Cunningham is not allowed to talk nonsense: “Little Lu’s ability no longer needs to be proved. Whether it is when he was coaching in Boston or in New York for four years, we have seen his outstanding side. The Knicks and the Celtics are two completely different teams. In New York, he is both the head coach and the general manager. Reid's work in the 50-60's, it's amazing!"

"Uh, so-so." Cunningham just couldn't face up to Louis' results.

Dick Stockton smiled: "Okay, now let's put the camera on the scene, the game is about to start."

Tonight, the Celtics chose a little girl who survived the shooting to sing the national anthem with humane care.

After the national anthem is sung, all the preludes are over.

The game is about to start.

The two sides made their debut.

The Knicks' starters are Stockton, Miller, Wilson, McHale and Ewing.

The Celtics side is no different from the past, consisting of Thomas, Harper, Bird, Sampson, and Lambiel.

"Let's win the jackpot all at once!" Louis patted Ewing's butt hard.

Ewing touched his buttocks, suspecting Louis was gay 1 times.

But if he's gay, it's impossible to find a girlfriend as beautiful as Lorraine.

Ewing came in with a strange idea and won the jump ball for the Knicks. He didn't know if it was a jackpot.

The Knicks' standard N.UCLA position, Ewing and McHale came up to screen at the same time.

Stockton has been repeatedly targeted by opponents as a weak point in previous games. This time he wants to get the field back by himself.

So, with the help of Ewing and McHale's Horns Screen (Horns Screen), Stockton broke through Thomas' defense and pulled up a jumper from the right.

2 is better than 0
"Quick back and defend!"

After watching countless Celtics game videos, Thomas' dribbling action made Louie smell the danger.

That's right, Thomas is going to play a quick counterattack.

Moreover, he saw that the Knicks players hadn't tensed up and retreated fast enough, so he rushed to the frontcourt like a rocket, surpassed everyone, and completed a difficult layup leaning on Wilson who came over from the defense.

2 is better than 2
"Aren't you awake? The game has started!" Louie shouted, "Retreat quickly!"

Before Louie finished speaking, Wilson ran forward at the same speed.

The young Knicks believed that their speed was no worse than that of the Celtics. Wilson and Thomas were even more contradictory about the All-Star Weekend freezing incident, not to mention that they all came from the streets of Chicago, which is one of the worst cities in the United States. There is no black star who grew up there without a quack air.

Wilson wants to go fast, and the Knicks' pass is in place.

However, Bill Lambiel did not give him this chance.

Just as Wilson was about to attack, Lambiel violently raised his hands to attack him.Everyone's attention was attracted by his French military salute defense, but he didn't notice that his thigh deliberately pushed against Wilson's knee, thereby disrupting the latter's balance in the air.

"Beep!"

Wilson fell hard to the ground, and the referee blew his whistle, giving Lambiel a common foul.

In the era when there were no criminals, it was either an ordinary foul or a T. Neither Michalak nor Systrom had a pair of sharp eyes enough to spot Lambiel's little tricks.

"Bill, clean your fucking feet!" Louie yelled.

Lambiel spread his hands harmlessly, but fortunately Wilson was unharmed.

Louis knew that Lambiel, a bastard, would not be effective only by threatening and scolding, and he couldn't play, so he could only rely on the players, referees and himself to solve the problem.

It is also a good idea to replace thugs such as Oakley, but the game has only started now, and breaking the rotation too quickly will affect the rhythm of the game.

Lambiel's foul played a role.

Wilson made the first free throw and missed the second free throw, giving the Celtics a chance to counterattack.

Harper dribbled the ball forward, and Miller got in front of him, barely stopping the Celtics' quick counterattack.

He saw Miller's inexperience, so he took the initiative to seek physical contact.

Sure enough, Michalak blew his whistle and gave Miller a body hair, warning the rookie not to do anything.

The Celtics also took the opportunity of the timeout to reorganize.

Suddenly, they lined up and Bird served Thomas.

Thomas called Sampson's pick-and-roll, accelerated casually, and passed the defense. Ewing and Stockton's attention was all on him.

All Thomas has to do is pass the ball to Sampson behind him.

Outside the three-point line, the [-]-meter big man made a shot.

Now, except for the three-point line from the bottom corners on the left and right sides, Sampson has no dead ends on the court.

Corner [-]s don't make sense to him because he can't stand in the corner.

The existing skill set is enough for him to dominate the court.

5 is better than 2
"I really shouldn't have reminded him to develop three-pointers!" Louie scolded, "Now I can't even find a fucking dead corner!"

Zen Master encouraged him in the opposite direction: "You personally led out the most talented center in the history of basketball, you should be proud."

"Can't you see?" Louie said through gritted teeth. "I'm so fucking proud of him!"

(End of this chapter)