The rest is just noise

If Louis wanted to find some reasons for himself to be angry, then he has undoubtedly found it now.

Drinking Pepsi is like seeing Louie Saotome being defiled by Yoshimura Taku. Considering that Louie's name is so similar to Louis, how can Louis not feel disgusted by this?

But everyone hasn't arrived yet, and no matter how angry Louis is, he won't attack those few people who came to the Blue Palace for training an hour early.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was here.

When Zhao Yuanzheng came to report, Louis looked like "I finally waited until today."

The Knicks are on the verge of collapse. They will either die completely or come back to life because of something. In short, Louis needs to become a pressure monster and add an unbreathable pressure to this gloomy atmosphere.

He stood up and kicked out the door without even looking at Zhao Yuanzheng.

It is a pity that when Louis kicked the door, there was no photographer nearby, otherwise it would have caused an uproar similar to Lucian's kicking incident. The difference is that Lucian's kick was manually photoshopped by a master, while Louis' kick was clean and neat, including

Looking at his true feelings at this moment, Zhao Yuanzheng couldn't help but lament that if he had kicked the referee when he punched him, the referee would have returned to the embrace of God.

"You look good, you bastards!"

Louis came out with an angry look on his face.

Many times, Louis' anger is just a performance art, just like Ewing, he has long been used to it.

But today, his anger was so real.

"Before today's game begins, I would like to know which of you had a good sleep last night?"

Stevens believed that there was no right answer to this question, and Louis would scold them whether they answered yes or no.

But it came at the right time, they needed this scolding.

"No way?" Louis sneered, "Isn't it just me who didn't sleep well?"

At this time, Ewing remembered his role as a leader.

He took the initiative and said: "I didn't sleep well either."

"Oh, why didn't you sleep well?" Louis performed a classic fishing law enforcement, "I think the data is that you played well, and Hubie Brown even praised you."

Ewing tried to establish a correct view of statistics: "Data that doesn't help us win is just a bunch of shit."

What he said was so good. If it were normal times, Louis would have given him some applause to encourage him.

"Since your data is good and I feel your performance is impeccable, why can't you sleep?"

Louis' questions gradually became more acute.

If Ewing has no problem playing, who has the problem?

"Because I can't win on my own," Ewing said.

"Then tell me, who else has questions?"

Louis encouraged Ewing's teammates, as he has done in the past.

But after the Eden Garden incident, Ewing clearly felt the change in the atmosphere within the team, so he became much more restrained than before.

In the past he was too aggressive, almost inhumane, like an emotionless winning machine - and ugly - and now he's gone too far.

Louis asked him to point out the problems of his teammates. He looked at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Wilson.

He did not push any of them in front of Louis to be scolded, but took everything on himself.

"I didn't play well, and I didn't lead others," Ewing said.

"If you don't know what's wrong, don't stand up and waste my time. Go to the side and cool off, you idiot!"

Louis was dissatisfied with Ewing's performance and immediately "kicked him off" and walked to the others.

"Sean, do you fucking regard Charles Barkley as one of those inferior power forwards in the Eastern Conference? What have you been playing in the past few games? You will never be the best power forward in your life!"

"Don't look at me like that! You let Charles Barkley average 22 points per game in the Finals and shoot over 60% from the field. You should be ashamed, Sean. You can no longer use the naive excuse of being a high school rookie.

Comfort yourself, if you continue to fight like this, I'm sure you will never be able to catch up with Barkley in your life!"

Starting with Kemp, the Knicks' starters began to be criticized by Louis.

Miller was scolded by Louis and his face turned red.

Louis called him a bad guy because he could only guarantee his touch in the first half, and his efficiency in the second half was very unstable.

"Hell no! If they can't pass the ball comfortably, I can't guarantee the hit rate!" Miller retorted with reason.

"So you're trying to put the fucking blame on the guy who passed the ball? You want to say John or Muhammad? Everybody knows they're the best passers, and now you're trying to fucking tell me about their passing.

The quality is not high, but it also prevents you from shooting the ball into the damn basket? Reggie, Reggie, you are so fucking shameless. The U.S. Department of Defense should use your donkey face to research new types of body armor.

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The biggest difference between Miller and other players is that he has an extremely fiery temper. He cannot allow himself to be accused like this when he has done nothing wrong.

"If they can pass the ball well and I can't make the ball, then I'll take all the blame, but they just can't fucking pass the ball, especially Benj!" Miller yelled, "I'm sick of them.

It’s an unstructured game!”

"Okay, let's see if there is any problem with their passing!" Louis pointed to the court, "Start today's match immediately, Benj, you better pass the ball well to me and let Reggie know that he

How much you look like a useless loser in the competition!"

When everyone thought Louis was targeting Miller and Kemp, Wilson made a passing error and everyone discovered that there was no one he was targeting.

"Benj, Reggie is right. Is your passing bad enough? Are you looking at your teammates? You can't compare with MJ offensively. Are you not even as good at passing the ball?

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This is basically lining up people in rows and firing machine guns indiscriminately.

When Ewing was grabbed an offensive rebound by Yu Tiancan, Louis sneered: "This is why we were so embarrassed by that Lithuanian with a head as big as a fucking buffalo. Our starting center was even a rookie.

indefinite!"

Then Yu Tiancan encountered the black four minutes.

For four minutes, he couldn't touch the ball, couldn't get into position, and couldn't protect the rebound at all.

Ewing pushed him over multiple times like crazy.

Since the Knicks' intra-team competitions adhere to the principle of no blood and no blowing of the whistle, the intensity of the competition is often greater than in actual combat.

In many cases, the two sides fouled less than 5 times in a game.

The only body whistle is when someone completes a wonderful goal from behind, blowing "and one".

At one point the intensity suddenly dropped, and Louis stood on the sidelines and laughed.

"So this is your attitude in the competition? No wonder we are so embarrassed by the Portlanders. You are not even willing to work hard in training. How can we expect you to go out and fight on the field? What a bunch of shameless stupid dogs. You don't want to

If you hit me, get out of here, Sean Kemp, do you call that a fucking slot? Do you want to go back to the bench after being in the starting lineup for a long time?"

Stockton, the Knicks' most stable player, dropped the ball after being knocked to the ground by Wilson.

This blameless mistake was the opportunity that Louis had been waiting for for a long time.

"John, you always complain about why you are replaced at critical moments. Now you know, this is the answer. You are too soft. Although you look like an old-school tough guy, you are actually a softie.

When others challenge you, you just want to fall down and get a foul, but how can the referee call a foul for you? Who do you think you are? You are not MJ or Benj, so the referee will not call a foul for you..."

In the Blue Palace, no one is immune.

As long as there is a mistake, Louis will scold him.

Even if Yu Tiancan makes a mistake, Louis will say, "I think the Chinese team has no hope depending on you."

It's like the Knicks assistants are invisible.

Tom Thibodeau, who didn't understand the situation yet, wanted to persuade Louis to go back to the office, but he was a little too excited.

But he was stopped by Zhao Yuanzheng.

"Tom, we don't have to do anything today."

"But..."

Zhao Yuanzheng said: "Coach Lu knows it well."

Do you know what's going on?

This is the most incomprehensible thing Thibodeau has ever heard. In this scene, every player looks like he is about to break with Louis. Does he still know something about it?

After being beaten to match point 3-2, shouldn't the top priority be to revive the team's morale to fight for the sixth game? What is this?

After it was done like this, Zhao Yuanzheng also said that Louis knew what was going on.

Tomjanovich, who has partnered with Louis for many years, has long been used to it. Although there was no order from Louis, he silently stood on the sidelines and watched, circling the names of those players who were not affected by Louis and were strong-willed players.

In 1988, when the Knicks were trailing the Celtics 3-1, Louie was there, and then in a life-or-death Game 5, he started those "guys who still wanted to win."

If nothing else, there will be a similar process this year.

But it is now recognized that the Knicks cannot beat the Trail Blazers, rather than losing confidence or no one wants to win.

Louis has his own reasons for doing this. Tomjanovich will not interfere, he will only record the valuable information.

The intensity of this competition is unimaginable.

In the full 20 minutes, the two teams fought 24 to 23, and the Jamaica Stars, led by Ewing, won.

"Benj, you can't even win this. I really can't imagine what I will do against the Trail Blazers tomorrow!"

Louis left these words and turned around and left.

The atmosphere at the training ground of the Blue Palace was deathly silent, as if the end of the world was coming, filled with an atmosphere of despair.

But in this despair, there is still some incredible anger burning in the eyes of some people.

Ewing followed Louis and was scolded badly, but he felt that Louis' performance in the Blue Palace today was a bit deliberate.

He came to Louis' office.

"What, haven't you been scolded enough?" Louis didn't even look at him.

"I know what the problem is!" Ewing said, "Benj has changed. He no longer plays like he used to, and he no longer communicates with us. This problem must be solved, otherwise we can't beat Portland!"

The corners of Louis' lips raised unconsciously: "What's the use of telling me this?"

"If I don't tell you, who else can I tell you?"

"Go to hell! Did I slap him? Since you can slap Benj crazy, give me another slap to bring Benj back!" Louis, who was smiling just a second ago, suddenly

Baoqi roared, "I don't care whether you kowtow in front of him to admit your mistake or lick the soles of his shoes with your tongue, this is what you should do. It starts because of you and ends because of you, do you understand?!"

"Any question?"

"Gone."

"Then get out of here and don't be an eyesore!"

Just as Ewing was about to leave, he was stopped by Louis again.

"Wait!" Louis said in a commanding tone, "Let John Salley come over."

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Do you know what day tomorrow is?

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