the rest, only noise

Chapter 865 I wanted a crown, but you gave me a kingdom

Louie was standing behind Benjamin Wilson when he made that shot.

Louis smiled, and his feet felt a little weak.

The nerves that had been tensed all night were finally able to relax. His excitement was not fully vented because Wilson was injured.

But his teammates were not as thoughtful as Louis thought.

Regardless of the relationship with him, after that goal was scored, teammates on and off the court rushed to him.

Louie exhaled, unlike others, his excitement and pride rose with the certainty that the Knicks had won the game.

Maybe because he's the coach, not the player in it, he won't have such an emotional outburst.

For him, there would be no peace without reaching the summit.

Only at this moment, when the final whistle blows and the season is over, does he feel that way.It's never felt this strong before.

The Blazers presented an amazing challenge, and they overcame all odds to get through this one.

It had been a long time since Louis had felt the peace and glory of his life so much as tonight.

It was an emotion that no one else could understand.

Compared to his current mood, the cheers and surges in the garden are just noise.

His opponent, Pat Riley, walked to midfield.

It was also Riley's eighth time in the Finals, and he has as many runner-ups as he has tragedies.

"Coach Lu, congratulations on winning five consecutive championships."

Riley, who caused Louis a lot of trouble, said with a sincere smile.

Louis took his hand.

Riley, who was smiling, suddenly put away his smile: "Enjoy it, Coach Lu, give us another year, and the Knicks will not be our opponent at all."

Louie could have taunted Riley with his championship numbers, could have humiliated Riley with the outcome of this series, but he didn't.

Next year, the Blazers will be tougher to deal with, that's for sure.

"I'm a little tired, I just want to enjoy myself, so I wish you all the best of luck." After Louis said, he turned and left.

He went back to the assistant, and Tomjanovich opened him a Coke.

"If you don't drink this, I always feel that something is missing."

"Thank you so much."

Louie's mouth was parched and his body was weak. Coke was like a drought to him.

The Knicks players were celebrating. As a defeated general, Jordan restrained all kinds of unwillingness and painful emotions, and forced himself to accept the interview calmly.

He made no excuses for failure.

"New York played better."

At the same time, he believes that the Blazers' failure stems from the inside.

"When facing Patrick, we have no countermeasures."

Of course, the most sensitive question is unavoidable, passing the championship, and it can even be said that Jordan is only one goal away from the first championship of his career. How does it feel?
"Not getting a championship ring is of course disappointing, but my career will never, never be frustrating. The friends I have met along the way, the stories I have experienced, and the achievements I have accomplished will always be interesting and memorable to me. I will definitely win the championship, but if I can't win, I will never assert that my career is a failure because I don't have a championship."

Jordan said the words forcefully, then walked into the tunnel.

They didn't bless the Knicks, didn't say hello, but just left.

It's a tradition started by the Celtics in 1988.

After losing the bloody battle at the end, they also didn't bless the Knicks, they just turned around and left, leaving each other to entertain themselves.

In Louie's previous life, this head was opened by a piston.To be precise, it was Lambiel who started it.Lambiel suggested that his Pistons teammates leave early, and so happened a scene that Jordan will never forget.

In this life, Lambiel plays for the Celtics. When this kind of thing happens to the Celtics, the public opinion they face is not as bad as the Pistons.

No, not even bad.

After random arguments by the mainstream media, the practice of the Celtics not shaking hands with their enemies has become a "glorious tradition", as if it is shameful to shake hands with their opponents.

The Blazers did the same today, but understandably so.

New York and Portland do hate each other.

Ewing didn't celebrate. For him, this round of the series was not easy at all. At the end of the game, he just exhaled lightly.

Finally, he glanced at Louis.

Too bad his coach seemed to be in some weird mood and didn't notice him at all.

Ewing admitted that he had caused a lot of trouble for Louis, and he also knew that Louis had worked hard for the relationship between him and Wilson, but some things were beyond their control.

After Wilson's teammates went crazy, they realized that he had an injury on his foot, so they quickly dispersed.

He was freed and came to Louis' side.

Louis hugged Wilson, "If I have to make a new decision, I won't let you play."

"I understand, coach."

"I'm sorry, Benj, I didn't take responsibility for your future tonight."

Wilson said sincerely: "No matter what the result is, this is my willingness."

The five consecutive championships did not directly hit Louis' soul, but Wilson's words made his eyes warm.

"What's the matter, Coach?" Wilson laughed. "You're not going to cry, are you?"

There was mist in Louis' eyes, which he couldn't control.

"When I chose you, I just hoped to get a crown from you." Louis took a deep breath, only in this way, the tears would not "run" out of his eyes, "But, Benj, you gave me a kingdom."

Louie's gaffe made the conqueror who looked down on Jordan and despised Portland flustered.

"Coach, no matter what I do, I should do it." Wilson said sincerely, "Without your teaching, I would not be able to succeed; without your guidance, I would be lost in the journey; without you, I might have been beaten to death by gangsters. Coach, you gave me a new life. These things I have done are not enough to repay what you gave me."

Seeing Louis who was more and more prone to break the defense, Tomjanovich was worried that this guy would make a fool of himself in front of Wilson, so he hurried over to let Wilson go for an interview, and then gave Louis a towel.

"I hope you weren't acting just now," Tomjanovich joked.

Louis rolled his eyes at him, "You think I'm an Oscar winner?"

"Aren't you? Who is?"

"Screw you!"

The players were interviewed individually and returned to the locker room one after another.

Inside the locker room, the festivities started early.

Champagne can be used to make rain, or it can be used as a gun to attack people around you.

Louie is very experienced, he took off his suit early and went in to bear the hail of bullets.

This is the best time for the Knicks team this year. There is no selfishness, no intrigue, no conflict of interest, and only the joy of winning.

As they got dressed and returned to the court for the awards ceremony, Jordan and Barkley came to the Knicks locker room in plain clothes to congratulate them.

When Jordan arrived, Wilson's legs were in the ice bucket and he couldn't get up.

Jordan held out his hand to him, "See you in the national team."

Wilson on the court despised Jordan, but off the court, he couldn't disrespect this opponent who scored 53 points in the tiebreaker and averaged 40+ per game in the series.

"I can't wait to be your teammate."

Wilson held Jordan's hand, and the two leaned close to each other and patted each other's shoulders as a greeting.

Barkley is the most natural one. He seemed to let go of the fact that he was only one goal away from the championship.

After greeting everyone in the Knicks, Jordan and Barkley left.

Louis sent them out of the locker room, turned around, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "Now you should know that I'm talking nonsense about those bastards in Boston every day, right? Look at them and find that it's wrong not to shake hands with us after the game. Why don't you come over immediately to make amends."

"The difference between people is bigger than the difference between Patrick and Benj sometimes."

"Is it just a fucking difference?" McHale's words made the audience burst into laughter, "I always think that these two people belong to two different species!"

(End of this chapter)