the rest, only noise

Chapter 788 You are so scary

This year, the Knicks returned to Stony Brook for preseason training camp.

Compared with the past, the Knicks coaching staff has some small changes.

Strength trainer Daniel Dillon, who had played for the team for many years, was poached.

Shooting trainer Bobby Sherif, who also worked for the team for many years, was also poached.

Moreover, it was the same team that poached them-the Portland Trail Blazers.

When they were poached, Louis was in China, and the Blazers offered twice the price. Baylor thought they were not worth spending so much money, and it was not a big deal, so he didn't say hello to Louis.

The loss of two trainers has a noticeable impact on training.

Louis first recruited strength trainers through the media, but not everyone wanted it.

Louis has requirements for trainers, they must have their own theory and training plan.

If someone who was a good shooter in his player days wanted to teach people how to shoot, Louis would definitely not agree.

This is like asking Jordan to be a coach. There have been too many cases of "the lore is so difficult, you stay in the air for half a second to avoid the blocker and then throw the ball in." There have been too many cases.

If there is no solid theoretical foundation, no specific training plan, and no spirituality to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, then they are mediocre, and inviting them will also affect the quality of training.

Until the trainer is in place, you can only make do with it.

As in previous years, Louis put forward the need to defend the title, so that the newcomers give up fantasy.

"The training environment here is completely different from what you have been exposed to in the past. How different is it? You will know this after the first match."

After Louis finished speaking, he nodded to Tomjanovich.

Tomjanovich stepped forward and said: "Take a few minutes' rest, and the 1991-1992 New York Knicks draft will begin."

"What team draft?" Jack Sikma asked curiously.

John Sely explained it to him enthusiastically.

Another new aid, Vernon Maxwell, said excitedly: "Is there such a thing? You are doing well."

Chris Jackson was silent, and it was obvious that he wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one he knew.

Kevin McHale saw that he was troubled by this, and immediately played the role of team captain: "Don't worry about not finding friends here, we are not friends in private."

"Not friends?" Jackson said incredulously, "Can we win so many championships together?"

"That is, our goals are the same. Although we are not friends in private, we are both very competitive." McHale is obviously exaggerating.

Among other things, Ewing has many friends in the team.

For example, Stockton, Ewing and him are iron-like buddies, and Reggie Williams, a junior from Georgetown, if it weren't for renewing the relationship with the senior, the Knicks would never be able to lock him with such a small contract.

Wilson was also a notorious courtesan.

But Jackson doesn't need the truth right now, he needs to be comfortable with the Knicks.

This year's Knicks draft is similar to last year's.

Ewing and Wilson have changed from robbing people in the early days to only choosing to befriend themselves.

Like newcomers Maxwell, Sikma and Jackson, only Sikma was drafted.

Sikma has the good character of McHale and Rohaus, and he can quickly adapt to any environment.

Maxwell and Jackson were not selected.

"Can you not be so narrow and exclude newcomers!" Brad Rohaus joked.

Ewing said coldly: "I only want these people."

Wilson's emotional intelligence is obviously higher than his. He explained with a smile on his face: "You just came here today, and we are not very familiar with it. After a few days, I will be familiar with your technical characteristics and invite you to join my team."

"No problem, I know the rules." Maxwell glanced at Rohaus, "If I remember correctly, Brad has been in New York for many years, why didn't you choose him?"

"What do you know? I'm a nuclear weapon!" Rohaus yelled brazenly, "Do you understand the gold content of a seven-foot guard?"

Ewing continued his words mockingly: "That's right, our distribution is fairly evenly matched. If he joins in, the situation will be out of balance."

"Is he that strong?" Maxwell said in disbelief.

The truth can only be discovered slowly by Maxwell himself.

By the time Game [-] began, Maxwell, like Jackson, was astonished by the Knicks' internal competitiveness.

Confrontation, physical contact, wrestling, scrimmage, trash talk.

Everyone is trash talking.

Jackson thought about how the Knicks bullied other teams on the court.

So they were like this during training?
What Maxwell saw was another message.

This team can't tolerate cowards and softies, otherwise, not only will it be difficult to play, but they will not even be able to play in the team match.

Ewing's Jamaica star and Wilson's giant shoulders, the five people they selected into the team are all tested and trustworthy people.

Neither of them will be drafted until they are endorsed by Ewing or Wilson.

"CJ," Louie yelled.

Chris Jackson turned around.

"What about?" Louis asked.

"My pleasure, sir." He followed Louie politely.

Louie and Jackson stayed away from intra-team rivalry.

"Are you used to it in New York?" Louie asked.

Jackson replied as usual: "Everything is better than I imagined."

"What about your family?" Louis asked tentatively.

"Very good." Jackson hesitated before reluctantly answering.

Louie knew Chris Jackson's life inside and out, not only that he was one of the most insane college basketball players in the history of Louisiana State University (hereinafter referred to as LSU), but also that his family, mainly his mother, strongly opposed him going to LSU.

Jackson's mother, who preferred him to go to Georgetown and Las Vegas, forged his signature and falsely claimed that he was ready to commit to one of those two schools.

So Jackson broke up with his mother and spent two years alone at LSU before entering the NBA draft.

"I didn't get along well with my mother." Louie saw through Jackson's mind. "She kept hitting me, and I couldn't understand it. In fact, I still can't understand why she hit me so often. Sometimes I just made a small mistake. She was holding a belt like my dad. Have you ever had this experience?"

A rare smile appeared on Jackson's face: "No, my mother wouldn't treat me like this."

"Really?" Louis asked in surprise.

"Well." Jackson is most proud that he has never been beaten since he was a child. "You know I have a little problem. If I am emotionally unstable, I will attack, so my mother rarely stimulated me until that time."

Louis asked seriously: "So have you really dealt with the relationship with your family?"

Hearing this, Jackson fell into silence again.

Worse than that was his emotional ups and downs, after which Louie saw him blink rapidly, the corners of his mouth twitch, his fingers tremble.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

"what?"

Louis couldn't believe that a person who knew how to use honorifics to seniors would suddenly burst out with foul language.

"Fuck!" Jackson stomped his feet with wide eyes, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck"

Only then did Louie realize that he was sick.

He tried to reach out to control him, but Jackson shook him off: "Fuck! Don't touch me, you bastard!"

"Bastard! I can't help myself, you bastard, son of a bitch, @%#%"

For the first time after Louis crossed, he didn't respond after being scolded face to face.

He now knows how serious the problem is.

Jackson had a fit for a few minutes, then slowly calmed down.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just now."

"I know, that's not your intention." Louis faced Jackson's eyes, "To avoid misunderstanding, you must tell everyone that you have this problem."

Jackson nodded: "I will."

"CJ, I made this deal knowing you had this problem." Louis said without changing his face, "but I didn't know the situation was so serious."

Jackson's eyes and face darkened.

"However, I still have expectations for you. I will suggest that you take medicine. If you disagree, I will respect your personal wishes. However, if your condition affects training or competition, I will prohibit you from participating in training and will not let you play." Louis said, "Unless you take medicine."

Jackson nodded in agreement.

"I may be the only person in this world who still has expectations for you. I know you can play a special game, so, starting today, I will be your trainer."

"When you are emotionally stable, I will arrange for you to train. As long as you can complete my training targets without compromise, I will let your talent bloom in the league."

"thank you, sir."

"Listen to me, take some medicine." Lu Yi said earnestly, "You were really scary just now."

Even though Louie tried hard to persuade him for a long time, Chris Jackson still decided to leave this matter to the Lord.

Louie couldn't fucking understand. Does the Lord not talk about science?
It stands to reason that he should be the least scientific person on earth, because he is a time traveler.But even he believes in science. No matter how fucking you believe in the Lord, you have to proceed from reality, right?
Although Louie was full of Zaun words, he didn't intend to use them to greet Chris Jackson.

After all, he had just experienced the other person's illness, blinking, twitching, trembling, and uncontrollably violent outbursts. Seriously, who wouldn't be scared after seeing that scene?
Why on earth did he make that deal with the Celtics?Why do you have to be greedy for a little bit of cheapness?

Louis began to regret, and sincerely thought that the revenge against Dave Gavitt was not enough.

Isn't it just for the Celtics to exchange two All-Stars for two parallel imports?How could this be compared to the horror that Louis had just experienced?

Louie decided that as long as Gavitt, a bastard who had a son with no ass hole and lacked the virtue of his ancestors, stayed in Boston for a day, he and the Celtics were irreconcilable. What the fuck is it to repay the old love? He has read it for so many years. What about the other party?Sending a psychopath backhanded to him, what old love is there?
The more Jackson frightened Louie, the angrier Louie was for making the deal.

By this time, whether Reid Auerbach knew the inside story was not important. There was only one important thing. He was not comfortable, and neither was everyone in the Celtics management team.

(End of this chapter)