The rest is just noise

Historically, dynasty teams have had three final outcomes.

Like the Celtics in 1969 and the Bulls in 1998, the core quit and naturally disintegrated.

Perhaps the first season after the disintegration will cause fans to suffer because of the huge gap, but at least they once had it.

There are also disgraceful collapses like the 2004 Lakers collapse.

The other is the most miserable result in theory. They tried their best and fell due to various reasons, such as the Celtics in 1988 and the Warriors in 2019.

The current Knicks give Louis a very disgusting feeling.

This was the first time he felt sick about this team.

Not to mention the perfect ending like the 1969 Celtics and 1998 Bulls, they don't even have the toughness to stand and die like the 19 Warriors.

It does have a strong flavor of the 04 Lakers.

Can this team really be saved?

Louis had doubts in his heart, and he called timeout three times, but it could not stop the Knicks from getting worse.

Laimbeer said: "Benjamin Wilson has become a problem for the Knicks, but Coach Lu seems to still have illusions about him."

In the second quarter, Wilson was not replaced for a second.

The better Jordan played, the more unwilling he became and his use of the ball became more and more selfish.

He stopped passing the ball.

Sometimes his teammates give him the ball, just hoping to use him as a transition point, but he dribbles the ball and attacks.

Wilson's mentality was completely out of balance, and his offensive efficiency dropped significantly. After the entire half, his overall shooting rate was less than 40%.

Leading 65 to 42 at halftime, the Knicks trailed the Trail Blazers by 23 points.

If it weren't for Ewing's domineering 8 offensive rebounds in the half, maybe the Knicks would be trailing by 30+ at halftime.

But as far as this life-and-death battle is concerned with the continuation of the dynasty, what is the difference between being behind by 20+ at halftime at home and being behind by 30+?

Louis stood up, with an unspeakable tiredness on his face.

This is the desperate situation he expected, but can this team be saved?

Even if the players wake up, can they get back a 23-point lead in the hands of the Blazers at their peak?

"Coach Lu, I'm still used to you smiling."

Riley greeted Louis, with a proud look in his eyes.

Of course he should be proud. If the Trail Blazers win this game, it will be the first complete victory between him and Louis in the past ten years.

"Coach Riley," Louis blinked, and when he opened it again, he looked at Riley with a pair of sharp eyes, "If you were me, what would you do in the locker room?"

Riley said naturally: "I will tell the players not to give up. The game is not over yet, but you and I both know that this game is over and this season is over. This is the result, Coach Lu."

Louis didn't expect that he would need Coach Anxi's chicken soup to cheer him up for the day.

If you give up, the game is really over.

"Coach Riley, I really hope the result tonight is as you wish." Louis walked past Riley, "This is your only chance. If the Knicks can win this game, I can guarantee you

, Coach Riley, we’re going to win Game 7.”

Hearing Louis' last words, Riley only felt ridiculous.

The Knicks have fallen into a trough, while the Trail Blazers are at their peak in terms of their players' individual abilities, chemical reactions, and morale.

How could the Knicks in this state win this game with a 23-point deficit?

How can it be?

Louis left, and he did not accept interviews with the media as required.

Riley glanced at the other person's back and felt a little uneasy, but his uneasiness was completely unreasonable.

The Knicks have no chance of winning back, not even 0.1%.

Louis is not afraid of failure.

There is no eternal winner. You have to enjoy the fun of winning but also taste the pain of failure. This is the real life.

Since 1988, the Knicks have been burdened with shackles, virtually trapping Louie, Wilson and Ewing.

If we cannot break free of this shackles, the Knicks will not be able to usher in a new life, Louis' coaching career will stop here, Wilson will always live in a hypocritical self, and Ewing will never become the contemporary Bill Russell.

Louis likes to lay out blueprints for others, but this kind of blueprint is usually not known to the parties involved - except for Sampson - and now his group of people have reached the end step by step, leaving only this last step.

Louis came to the door of the locker room and found it difficult to breathe.

With a bang, Louis pushed open the door of the dressing room.

The cemetery in the early morning will not be more peaceful than the locker room at this time.

"Everyone except the players and me should go out and close the door."

Louis said indifferently.

Tomjanovich was the first to react. He walked directly to the door. When he passed Louis, he patted him gently on the back.

He didn't think as much as Zhao Yuanzheng, and he didn't know the Zhenlong chess game in Louis' mind. He only knew that this man who was much younger than him was a trustworthy guy.

There is no other meaning in that shot. If there is any meaning to be conveyed, it would probably be "I am with you."

Knicks assistant coaches came outside the locker room one after another.

Tom Thibodeau asked in confusion: "What does Coach Lu want to do?"

"Shh!"

Zhao Yuanzheng interrupted his question.

"I turned on the camera inside. Everything that happens there will be recorded. We don't have to worry..." Zhao Yuanzheng paused, "Coach Lu will take care of it."

After the assistant coaches and trainers left, the locker room became much more spacious.

Louis faced his players, Ewing, Miller, Kemp, Ainge, Selley, Rodman, Rauf, Wilson, McHale, Stevens, Williams, Stockton,

Christie, Yu Tiancan, Wang Mukong.

"I have been in the industry since 1978 and have seen many teams fall apart. I know what is happening to this team." Louis said, "In the past 15 years, I have discovered a potential trend - all teams that go to the top,

We all experience these three trends. We are weak - we are strong - and we are a vulnerable strong. Now, the vulnerability deep within us has nowhere to hide. Portlanders have backed us into a corner, and some are counting on

I changed my destiny against fate, but I couldn't do it at all, because in the end, it's you who play the game, and if you can't do it, then I can't do it."

"No matter what happens in the second half, I don't care anymore. I just hope you can take this opportunity to say what's in your heart. No matter what opinions you have about this team or what you think about others, say it."

There was no tactical planning, no analysis of the enemy situation, no berating the players, and no outburst like the halftime outburst of Game 5 of the 1988 Eastern Conference Finals.

Louis is calmer than the players imagined.

This completely surrenders the initiative, because if the players cannot give positive feedback, then Louis's speech will have an effect that is extremely inappropriate at this time - the air will freeze and the atmosphere will be awkward.

"You really don't have anything to say?" Stevens asked.

"Okay, let me tell you!" Stevens broke the silence in the locker room, "It's completely unacceptable to play like this in the first half! The Trail Blazers are very strong, but we are not that bad. I don't think we have enough.

The sense of crisis, especially in the second quarter, when everyone was one-on-one, when did we become such a selfish team?"

It's not enough for Stevens to speak alone.

But Miller soon dispelled Louis' doubts.

"Why have we become so selfish? Alex, you ask a good question! The Celtics can't win four consecutive championships if Larry Bird just stares at the basket and ignores his teammates every fucking time!

If Michael Jordan was still as self-centered as he was in the past, the Trail Blazers would never be able to play such a good offense! The reason why we have become so selfish is simple, because our core players are selfish!"

Ewing turned to look at Miller: "Reggie, what do you mean?"

Miller stood up to Ewing and said, "You know who I'm talking about!"

"Is the game only about offense? What about our defense? That is our strength, but our defense tonight was a mess!" Rodman pointed his gun directly at the back line, "John, you are like a fucking watch

They are just like letting Isiah Thomas poke around, not to mention Mar's defense, but their defense is worse than a day or two. Why are we so embarrassed this time? Because we no longer defend like we did in the past! The offense is not good.

, we didn’t defend hard, and we didn’t grab rebounds, so we fucking lost so much!”

"I think if someone is messing up on the offensive end, I'm not going to put all my efforts on the defensive end because I don't know how much benefit my defense can bring." Kemp said sharply, "If we guard the Blazers with all our strength,

The attacker's offense was then wasted by Benj holding the ball in a one-on-three, so what's the point of defending?"

Miller was just insinuating, but Kemp directly named him.

"What did you say?" Wilson didn't expect Kemp to dare to accuse him like this.

Kemp also knows that Wilson has given him a lot of help over the years, but if he doesn't say these things now, he won't have the chance to say them in the future.

"This is what I think. You are no longer the same person as you were in the past. You are selfish on the court and only care about your duel with Jordan. You never thought that this was our game against the Trail Blazers. You regarded the game as a game.

Taking up one person’s stage is irresponsible to all of us!”

Wilson's emotions almost exploded. He lost everything on the court. Now even his teammates who have played alongside him for many years have abandoned him. He seems to have become the kind of player he hates the most.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do!"

Even if you know it is wrong, when you have no way out, you can only make the same mistake again and again.

Wilson's rebuttal of Kemp made him a target of public criticism.

"Benj, are you fucking crazy?" Rodman, who had always been on Wilson's side, also switched sides, "We never wanted you to do this!"

Wilson completely lost his mind: "All core players have the right to decide the direction of the game, why can't I?"

"Because you are neither Larry Bird nor Michael Jordan." Stockton said ruthlessly, "You can't compare to these two people!"

"It's far worse!" Miller said loudly, "These two people have never been a problem for the team, but you have become our top problem!"

Reggie Williams also said: "A leader's responsibility is to lead by example, and Benj has been demonstrating selfishness recently."

Dissatisfaction with Benjamin Wilson within the Knicks team broke out, and those who spoke were the senior members of the team.

Newcomers like Yu Tiancan didn't dare to speak at all.

His teammates made one-sided accusations, breaking through Wilson's defense. His self-esteem was distorted, and he no longer cared about his teammates: "So the responsibility for us playing like a piece of shit is on me? I was the one who made Isiah

· Thomas broke through our perimeter at will, allowing him to rush into the paint again and again to complete the offense? Is it me who allowed Charles Barkley to achieve dominance time and time again on the left and right wings? Is it me who made Sabonis act like Bill Waugh?

Damn? I was the one who made Portland's offense so unstoppable? I'm the scoring leader in the Finals, and I'm among the best in rebounds and assists per game. No matter how I perform tonight, you guys didn't make the game like this.

Reason, if you want me to be a scapegoat, I won’t fucking do it. If you have any objections, just go to the court and face off against MJ for 40 minutes!”

"So you think that we are in this situation, trailing 3-2 in the series and losing to Portland by 23 points at halftime at msg, because we didn't play well?"

Ewing, who remained silent and listened to his teammates silently, couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing Ewing speak, Wilson's pupils shrank: "I...that's not what I meant."

"You don't even have the responsibility now, Benjamin?"

Ewing suddenly shouted.

"I told you that's not what I meant!"

"I know I've never been a good leader!" Ewing said emotionally. "I know I've always been willful and incapable of empathy. I know I've always made it difficult for you. I know our relationship can never be better.

It's my fault that I can't go back to the past, and the responsibility lies with me, but now, we don't have time to worry about those crappy things!"

"I say I am the leader of the team, but that is just my vanity! You are the leader of this team! The media thinks you are, the fans think you are, and even more than half of the people in this locker room think you are.

You are the leader of the team!"

"If you are a leader, then you can't just think about yourself! You have to consider the consequences every time you take a shot, you have to look at the position of your teammates... These are always what Louis reminds me, when do you need us to fucking call you?

Did you pass the ball?"

Ewing's emotions were like a glacier collapsing and the waves roaring: "I will always object to others comparing you to MJ and Larry, because you are greater than them. You are a selfless ultimate player. Only you can tolerate me for so many years.

You have never been a problem for the team, you are always the coach's most trusted person, and you are always the one who reassures your teammates, but since the finals, you are no longer the same person as you were in the past!"

"You can't see me, you can't see Reggie, you can't see anyone else. You only have yourself in your eyes. You only think about winning the duel with Michael. You regard the finals as a stage for show, just like

Just like the pathetic loser Wilt Chamberlain -" Ewing became more and more excited as he spoke, and he was unconsciously moving closer to Wilson.

Every time he got closer, Wilson stepped back.

Before he knew it, Ewing had Wilson backed into a corner.

"We have no way out, and you are still thinking about fighting alone. They just point out the mistakes you have made these days, and you retort like a fucking mad dog. You dare not admit that your performance is ugly. You dare not

Face up to the selfishness of your style of play. You don't even have the courage to take responsibility for your failure. You have become a softie that makes me sick to my stomach. The best thing you can do is make the coach believe that you can't do anything.

You can do it, but in the end you are still the fucking sissy who is being played around by women, and you have no fucking basis..."

Shame, pain and anger were impacting Wilson's nerves. He was still the young boy with a fiery temperament. His arrogant self-esteem made him unable to bear Ewing's questioning. He reacted in response to shame and guilt.

Wilson punched Ewing in front of him.

"shut up!"

Ewing was knocked to the ground with a punch, and his teammates quickly stepped forward to prevent the situation from escalating.

But Ewing waved his hand to show them not to be nervous.

A little blood spilled from the corner of Ewing's mouth. He wiped it with his hand and said softly: "If you feel it's not enough to relieve your anger, you can punch me again."

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