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Chapter 539 I want to kill the Celts!

"Are you fucking awake?!"

Lambiel yelled at Sampson, which was unexpected.

Sampson didn't expect Lambiel to get angry at him. Everyone was responsible for their poor play in the second quarter, but he must be the least responsible.

He worked hard enough on both ends of the offense and defense, and every time he got the ball, he was defended by at least two or three people from the Knicks.

Under the treatment of being double-teamed when he got the ball, he made no mistakes, and he successfully passed the ball to the open teammate.

He created opportunities, found opportunities, and passed the ball accurately.The only thing he didn't get right was not being able to put those passes into the rim with his mind.

Is Lambiel going to blame him for those passes?

"Calm down, Bill," Sampson said.

"Calm down? What time are you fucking telling me to calm down!" Lambiel snarled with a blue face: "Larry is hurt, Isiah is useless tonight! To beat the Knicks, who do you think we rely on, and don't you fucking rely on you? But look at what the fuck you did, you fucking pass the ball, you fucking keep passing the ball. You think you have a lot of fucking chances, and we The bastards didn't make the ball, and then you can slap your ass and push the blame away What are you kidding, you are the fucking MVP! You and Larry make 200 million a year, a lot of people on our team don’t get as much money as yours, and the team gives you 200 million a year, not to make you pass the ball here like a fucking coward! You should just concentrate all the balls in your own fucking hands, let us fuckers get out of your way! Then you go and kill them!!”

Sampson pushed Lambiel away with a straight face, and said coldly: "You don't need to tell me this kind of truth, you... you fucking."

"Has anyone counted it? How many 'fuck' did that vicious dog just say? Can't he be a qualified person like me?" Louis complained, "This person's self-cultivation is really fucking worrying."

Louis put that interpretation of the reality version fifty steps and laughs at a hundred steps, and Zhao Yuanzheng is responsible for bringing Louis back to the players.

"Coach, I think Ralph is going to attack."

"It's time for me to see Boston lose."

Louis said.

What he said was surprising.

Everyone looked at him, wondering what this meant.

"Usually, after Lambiel's vicious dog motivates Ralph with 12 fucking dogs, Ralph will usher in a big explosion." Louie laughed. "And, I believe KC will be happy to see his explosion. But I, myself, have the habit of spoiling the plot."

Louie laughed and said, "If Ralph can't catch the ball, it's useless to have fighting spirit."

Tomjanovich listened carefully to what Louis had said, and said with a look of disbelief: "I really admire you. Under such circumstances, you actually have the mood to count how many fucking times Lambiel said."

"It can't be helped, that vicious dog scolded so heartily, it moved my DNA." Louis thought of the days and nights he scolded Ewing.

Time is gone forever.

On the other side, the commentators tried to predict what would happen after Lambiel lashed out at Sampson.

Everyone wants to dance the prophet, and the commentary seats on the CBS national broadcast have the best stage.

"I've commented on so many NBA games, but this is the first time I've seen players on the same team berate their teammates with so many expletives that need to be silenced." Dick Stockton turned to his partner. "Billy, what do you think?"

Cunningham tries to create a sense of "dude saw this" exhilaration.

"Dick, you know who Ralph reminds me of in the second quarter? Wilt."

"The quitter?"

"Yes, although the time was short, Ralph did behave like Wilt at a critical moment just now. He knew that he could change the situation, but he chose to pass the ball to his teammates."

"Just now, Bill Lambiel played the role of Alexander Hannum. In order to correct Wilt's mistake, Alex wanted to duel with Wilt, which finally won Wilt's respect and helped the 76ers end the Celtics dynasty. Ironically, the problem with Alex and Wilt is that Wilt occupies too much possession of the ball and is unwilling to pass the ball to activate teammates. Lambiel's anger at Ralph is that he passes too much and refuses to take responsibility."

"After that, though, things will resume and I'm sure Ralph will be the 'Mr. One' we've come to know by the end of the timeout."

The game is watched by more than 700 million Americans.

In front of 700 million people, Cunningham predicted: "The resurgent Ralph is a problem that the Knicks cannot solve. We will see a legendary reversal!"

Then, everyone saw the Knicks lineup.

Wilson, Cooper, Stevens, Saley, Ewing.

"Oh my God! Little Lu really picks the time!" John Moster said worriedly, "The notorious murder is coming!"

"It's just this time!"

The reason Most and others are concerned is simple.

Isiah Thomas sat on the sidelines and Bird rested.

How can Ainge and others break the Knicks' press?
What's more, tonight's referee is Dick Bavita, who has had conflicts with many Celtic elders!

The first round was brutal.

The Knicks let Ewing wait in the backcourt, Sely stood in the midfield like a spider spinning a web, and the other three pressed in the frontcourt.

In less than three seconds, Harper was knocked to the ground.

Basketball is also out of control.

The ball looked like it was going out of bounds, and Stevens made a bold dash to save it back to his teammate.

Wilson stopped on the weak side and made a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

41 is better than 23
"A gap of 18 points! The Knicks' defense is crazy!"

KC and Auerbach, together with the fans at the scene, put pressure on the referee.

They were really going crazy with Baveta.

Then, the Knicks' defense was fierce but not dirty, tight but not entangled.

They avoided all contact that could be called a foul.

With physical confrontation, wingspan, strength, and tacit cooperation, he broke the Celtics' ball.

It was a moment that reminded Bostonians of the horror of murder looming.

Nobody knows this defense better than the Celtics.

Murder Press was created to deal with the Celts.

Within 2 minutes, the point difference was pulled to 23 points.

The Celtics had to request the second timeout of the second quarter.

"Next, they're definitely going to bring in Isiah Thomas."

Louis said with a smile.

Let alone those who didn't know him, even those who knew him would shudder when they saw this kind of smile.

Louie called out Dale Ellis and replaced John Saley.

"Dell, although you are a member of the pressing team, your task is not to participate in the pressing. Of course, you need to defend, but you only need to defend normally as usual. In addition to defending, what you have to do is to ambush in the frontcourt. Once our people grab the ball, they will pass it to you as soon as possible." Louis glanced at the scorer. "In this case, every three-pointer you make may kill the game. Let everyone see, your true strength!"

Ellis played with a grateful heart.

In his eyes, Louis is like a family existence.Because Louie has embraced his identity in an era where every coach treats the three-point shot as heresy, making it an accepted, feared weapon.

Louis has the grace of rebuilding him, and he can't repay him no matter what he does.

If Louie's greatest wish is to beat the Celtics, he will give his all for it.

He regrets what he did off the court.

He completely ruined his relationship with Louie, and when Louie accepted his apology before the deal was finalized and gave him another chance, he decided, no matter what... No matter what, he was going to pay Louie back in the playoffs.

If Lambiel is the Celtics player who did not want to lose to the Knicks in this game.

Here in the Knicks, the one who showed the least desire to lose to the Celtics is definitely Ellis.

He didn't listen to Louis - Louis asked him to defend normally as usual, to stabilize his touch.Make shooting threes your number one priority.

He didn't do that.

He saw himself as part of a murderous pressing team, pressed like crazy, and fouled twice in a minute.

Unlike the members of the Murder Squad, he had no special training.

So he doesn't know how to avoid fouls in this situation.

The anxious defensive action made Louis dizzy.

"If you get yourself fouled out and don't even make a three-pointer, I won't spare you!" Louie yelled.

Isiah Thomas hit chicken blood like chicken blood, broke through the Knicks' backcourt blockade, rushed to the frontcourt, forcibly withstood Ewing's body and scored a layup.

"Isn't this a foul?" Auerbach yelled.

Bavita ignored them.

Ewing picked up the ball and threw it forward.

Wilson took the long pass, didn't stop, and passed the ball directly to Ellis on the outside.

Ellis, who had already tried his best defensively, completed the whole process of shooting, and the Celtics' help defense also came in front of him, but it was useless.

He forced the shot against the defense.

"Shh!!!"

Seeing this tense scene, Louis' blood pressure rose more than ten degrees.

After Ellis made the goal, he looked towards the auditorium at the scene.

The always silent assassin roared loudly: "I want to kill the Celtics!!!"

If Louis wanted to rate all the goosebump moments he had encountered in his life, Dale Ellis would score at least 99 points for this roar.

Louis was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

(End of this chapter)