the rest, only noise

Chapter 552 The Birth of the King of Fear (2)

45 is better than 38
Playing such a performance away, in any case, the Knicks should be satisfied.

But Louis was not satisfied.

Because of the weakness of the players, they didn't dare to use violence against Lambiel's vicious dog, and didn't dare to take the initiative to attack.

He is not just dissatisfied, he is very, very dissatisfied.

When Louis was interviewed at halftime, the expression on his face was as ugly as if someone had robbed him of his money: "No matter how strong the Celtics were, I never gave up. But if my players are still as sissy as they were in the first half, even if we win this game, it is impossible to complete the reversal."

For the first time in his career, Louie attacked his own players in front of the media.

Calling them sissies was out of his style.

Louis and Auerbach are very similar, not in their coaching style, but in their excellence as a team architect.

If there is anything about Louis like Auerbach in terms of coaching, it is that he never shifts the responsibility to the players.

He is a person who will take the responsibility on himself even if a player makes a huge mistake and loses the game.

But today, his reaction was so intense.

"I can understand Little Lu's reaction." Billy Cunningham, who has always been on the opposite side of Louis, said a rare fair word, "The failure of tactics is the coach's problem; the players have no tacit understanding, and the coaching staff can also blame the low quality of training on weekdays; the rotation is chaotic, the response is not timely, and the wrong person is matched. Bill duels, but his players don't respond!"

Tom Heinsohn didn't continue to attack the Knicks because the Celtics were on the unsportsmanlike side.

He echoed Cunningham, "Yes, there is no cure for hypochondriac."

Louie's face was heavy, and when he walked into the aisle, the fans in the stands splashed water and threw things at him.

Fortunately, none of them are sharp weapons. Although the NBA is the first basketball league, the lethality of fans is obviously not as good as that of the CBA.Back then, in the finals between Liaoning and Sichuan, some Liaoning fans wanted to attack Sichuan players, but they accidentally hit their own players in the face.Well, I believe that fans are so remorseful—don’t think that Liaoning fans are tough, Sichuan fans are equally as good. During the final, they formed a team outside the field to mock the Liaoning team, which eventually led to a fight between Guo Ailun and his son (how could it be you again) and several Liaoning players and Sichuan fans.

The NBA fans just ridicule a little harder⑴, if they really want to cause substantial damage, my big CBA fan is invincible in the world.

Louis is not in the mood to compare the combat effectiveness of Chinese and American fans. He is thinking about how to scold those soft bastards who dare not fight back in the locker room.

When he came to the door of the locker room, he took a deep breath, then took a deep breath, and then opened the door of the locker room.

"About this game, who of you will tell me, what room do we have for adjustment?"

The assistants didn't speak. Louis faced the players and asked the players.

"We should have fought harder."

Cooper's eunuch-like tone made it hard to believe he could play any harder.

"Yeah, we can't let them continue to ride and shit on us!" McHale had just finished speaking, and Louie got angry.

"Michael, you said you want to play aggressively, and then you only fouled once in the first half, so that's aggressive? Now I know why the Lakers couldn't win against the Celtics, it's because you guys are too soft and rotten!" Louie immediately glared at McHale, "Kevin, how dare you say this? Who told me just now, 'If he messes up again, I'll beat him up'? What happened? Lambiel stepped on Dell's foot in front of you, what the hell did you do?"

"I" McHale tried to explain his behavior, "I was patronizing to stop you!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense with me!"

Louie roared: "If all of you didn't react like idiots, I need to rush up? If you knocked down that bastard Lambiel to me on the spot, I wouldn't do anything, because you didn't do anything, because you didn't dare to resist as if you were cut off, so I'm going to fight for Dell, you cowards, I'm really ashamed of you, you've been beaten to this point, what are you afraid of?"

McHale trembled and dared not speak back, Louis saw the worried Oakley, he knew that he did not protect Ellis well, and he was confessing.

If confession worked, the death penalty would not exist.

"Oke, I want you to tell me, what have you been doing for so long?"

"Nothing to say? Then let me tell you, you are only responsible for grabbing a few rebounds and scoring a few opportunities on the field, and then watching your teammates being bullied by those bastards. You stand there indifferently and watch Dell being black-footed. I don't know what else you can do. You said you wanted to protect these people. Who did you protect?" Louie asked, "You fucking tell me, who are you protecting?"

"I'm not!"

Oakley defended: "I didn't respond because of Kevin. Kevin said that if they do black hands again, they will give them a good look, so I didn't respond. I am because of."

"What the hell are you talking about with me here? Since when did Kevin become everyone's bodyguard? Don't forget this is your job!"

Louis took a step forward and yelled furiously, "I've seen it since the third game, you're not fucking good enough, you can't protect anyone, you can't do anything offensively except catch a few rebounds, you have brute force but don't know how to defend, if you can't even fight, I really don't know what else I can expect from you, you've acted like an incompetent piece of trash from the beginning to the end, like..."

"Enough!" Oakley pushed Louis away, "I've had enough of your accusations!"

"Have you heard enough? I haven't finished yet. You bastard who only knows how to push people, now you have the strength to push people? Where were you when Lambiel hurt your teammates on the field just now? What do you want to do now? Hit me? Come on, your fists only greet your own people, right?"

"I've had enough of you bastards!"

Oakley was scolded by Louie to tears, and he shouted hoarsely: "I'm the one who gets booed by the fans in every arena! Because I need to fight hard when I foul, and I have to stand up and beat people when you are bullied. His closest person is Kevin, why should it all be blamed on me?"

Louie's ferocious face suddenly relaxed.

"Oak, you are right." Louis sneered and looked at the others, "Why are you not willing to try? The Celtics are all villains, and it is impossible for Oak to kill them all by himself. Why, why don't you give it a try?"

"Don't want to, or don't dare? If it's the former, I think after seeing what they did to Dell, you should have some awareness; if it's the latter, then I really feel sad for Dell, disgusted for you, and sorry for the fans who have always supported us."

Louie was so hoarse that he couldn't yell anymore.

Therefore, his tone became calm: "We are leading now, but if you don't show the same aggressiveness as Boston, we will never win. Can any of you tell me, can you foul them like a man for the rest of the game?"

"What can't be done!" Alex Stevens volunteered, "Let me set an example for everyone!"

"No, let me be the first!"

Ewing exclaimed, "I'm definitely going to give them a strong foul!"

"Let me do it," Stockton said.

So, everyone wanted to do it.

Anger, fire of vengeance, such intense emotions as salt in a wound, floated in the Knicks locker room.

In this stuffy, humid space with bad vents and an unbearably foul smell, something is changing inside the Knicks.

Sometimes failure makes you a better person.

But the Knicks had already failed, and for Louie, the only thing he longed for was success.

He has this mentality, what about his players?Before halftime, no.

But just now, under the bombardment of Louis Nan's elegant language, they felt ashamed, possessed anger, and the fire of hatred shone in their eyes.

If you've ever wondered how a frightening team came into this world.

Well, here's the answer.

The sports world is not like a real war, but the ultimate champions are always those teams with stronger hearts and more desires. .
As shown in this round of the series.

The champion and the goddess of victory always harshly choose the right man to go to bed, and the rest are the fuel for the winner.

⑴Even if it is ridicule, I don't think American fans are so strong.Taking domestic as an example, Tianjin fans booed the national basketball team at the Asian Championships and insulted Tianyi, and then there were fans in Beijing who said the classic "replace Su Wei" and made the person suffer from mental illness. Last year, XJ fans suffered from Zhou Qi's PTSD like Louis and went to watch the game. They took advantage of the quietest time of Zhou Qi's free throw scene and cursed "Polish garbage" (XJ blamed him for Zhou Qi's departure). PS: Of course, football does not count.Basketball fans hurt the body and mind most of the time, but football kills people at every turn, it is incomparable, it is worthy of being the number one sport in the world.

(End of this chapter)