The rest is just noise

Louis rested for two months. Apart from talking to Lorraine, he was not completely idle. He has been reviewing the Celtics' games last season.

Now that he is taking over the team, he must carefully understand the characteristics of each Celtic player and formulate a corresponding tactical system.

When he came out to put out the fire last season, he introduced an offensive system with Bird as the core of the low-post offense.

Completely rely on Bird's personal offense to create opportunities.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Louis didn't have many options. There were also only two tactical branches with Bird as the core of the low-post offense.

Cutting inside and spot-up shooting from outside shooters.

Looking at it now, this is a tactical system that can be used as a guarantee.

Once the conventional tactical system loses its effectiveness, let Bird break the deadlock in the low post.

Every team has a way of playing when tactics fail. Teams with Jordan and Kobe just need to hand the ball to them and let them take over; during the Cavaliers 2.0 era, James' roll call tactics shocked the league.

Teams with high tactical literacy can use smarter ways to protect the bottom line.

Although Bird's personal ability is enough to challenge these people in a duel, Louis does not want to use such a low-level method.

Therefore, he regards the low-post offensive system dominated by Bird as his trump card, but this alone is not enough.

He also needs a rigorous tactical system that can allow Isiah Thomas, Ralph Sampson, Laimbeer, John Long, Maxwell, Danny Ainge and others to function.

This is a big project.

It took him two months to sort out his thinking.

He had already been preparing for this before, but now that he has entered the implementation stage, the difficulty of execution is completely different.

In early September, Lorraine's language school had not yet started, but Louis' work became busy.

This year's preseason training camp is still held at the Greek Academy. This is the first training camp hosted by Louis as the head coach, and there is no room for failure.

Since the Celtics do not go to other places for training like other teams, players can still go home and sleep after the day's training.

Louis came to the gymnasium of the Greek Academy. In addition to the regular players who had signed, there were also more than a dozen unsigned fringe players who wanted to compete for the only regular seat.

This is destined to be a tough battle, because only one person can qualify for the main selection.

Louis spotted Laimbeer practicing his high jump shot.

Louis had the impression that Laimbeer could shoot three-pointers. When he was watching Bulls game videos, he could occasionally see him throwing three-pointers from outside, with good accuracy.

But after coming to the Celtics for four years, his long-range shooting progress is 0.

"Bill, have you ever considered extending your shooting range?" Louis asked.

Ranbir looked back at him and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Since you can make a shot from that position, you should be able to make a shot a few steps back," Louis said.

Laimbeer stood behind the free throw line. According to current FIBA ​​competition, that position is considered outside the three-point line.

"If you can shoot here, you can shoot farther away." Louis continued.

Laimbeer impatiently came to a position one step inside the three-point line. "What about this?" He rolled his eyes.

"Since you are standing here, why don't you take a step back and go outside the three-point line? Do you need me to teach you the math problem that three points is one point more than two points?" Louis mocked harshly.

Laimbeer said angrily: "If you want me to shoot a three-pointer, can't you just say it and that's it?"

"I'm giving you a chance to use your brain." Louis said funnyly.

"Thank you, if I were willing to use my brain, I wouldn't play basketball anymore!" Ranbir complained, "You think you can compete with my dad just to make a few stinky money while holding a funny ball and a bunch of sweaty guys?

Is it fun for men to have intense physical contact?”

"In short, if you want to get more tactical status, you'd better listen to me." Louis said with a smile, "By the way, I remind you that I am the head coach now, so pay attention to your title."

"Yes, Coach!" Ranbir shouted mockingly.

"Oh, you're so good." Louis touched Ranbir's head until his hands were covered with sweat, so he wiped it directly on his body, "Keep working hard."

When John Paxson saw this scene, he didn't know how to react.

"Damn it!" Ranbir gritted his teeth and looked at Louis' back, "I will kill him sooner or later!"

One more thing, Ranbir makes verbal threats N times every day.

It is impossible to accurately count the number of people whose lives he has verbally threatened, but the number of times he has implemented it is 0.

"Look where is your mother?" Ranbir yelled at his junior Paxson, "Don't you see I'm sweating? Buy me some water!"

Paxson accepted the bullying from the old bird, and a few minutes later, he was even more seriously insulted because he bought water instead of the water (wine) that Laimbeer believed.

"If you had left your fucking brain at the University of Notre Dame, you should have stayed at that damn school and continued to attend @￥!%" Ranbir pointed at Paxson's nose and said angrily, "instead of ruining my drunkenness here.

!”

No matter how good-tempered Paxson was, he couldn't help it anymore: "I'm here to realize my dream, not to be insulted by you!"

Ranbir laughed heartily: "You'd better be damn lucky that I'm the one insulting you now. If you let that brat come, I'm afraid you won't be so disappointed that you jump off the building and commit suicide. I've been fighting here for several years, and I've been bleeding and sweating.

If you have won the championship, what qualifications do you have to yell at me?"

After that, he pushed Paxson down.

Paxson was so angry that he was ready to use his small means to gain a greater advantage.

The fighting here quickly attracted the attention of others, and the marginalized people who had not signed the contract transformed into peace envoys and came to pull them away.

"Aren't they alumni?" K.C. Jones was puzzled, "How could this happen?"

Louis said clearly: "Do you think that vicious dog will not bully the new person just because he is his junior?"

"probably not."

"So, this is normal." Louis didn't even look there, "The offal will be harvested by nature, we don't need to worry about it."

K.C felt pity, "Wouldn't it be better to let him bully the newcomers?"

"Weren't you bullied when you first came to Boston?" Louis asked.

"No," K.C said proudly, "At that time, skin color was a red line. Russell came a year earlier than me, and the team was still dominated by Kutz and Willie (Sharman). Reid strictly prohibited us from conflicting.

So we basically keep the water in the well and the river in the river."

Louis is not interested in how the Celtics were in the early years. What is important is how this team should be now.

Louis didn't care how Ranbir tortured the newcomers. In theory, as long as he didn't make these people collapse, it would be good to train them appropriately and let them know the rules and not make mistakes.

The premise is that Ranbir needs to know the correct meaning of the word "appropriate".

Since they have already taken action, Louis naturally wants to intervene.

He put his things away and called Ranbir and Paxson into his office.

"I heard that you just had a 'friendly' communication in public?"

Louis asked sitting in the office with his legs crossed.

"Anyway, I wasn't the one who made the first move." Ranbir actually bit back, "This rookie doesn't know the rules. I said a few words to him and then he punched him. If this continues, who else can cure him?"

"QNMD!"

Laimbeer's magic is that when he first met Paxson, he made this man of good character and academics, who was called a gentleman by all the scouts, lose his temper in public.

And this QNMD is Louis’ long-term intuitive feeling towards Ranbir.

"Coach, look, what I said is correct, right? Not only does this kid not accept the discipline of the old players, but his quality is extremely poor. How can there be such a person in our team?" The medal that Laimbeer knocked down should be purple.

"He's talking nonsense, coach!" Paxson was so anxious that he almost cried. "I followed his instructions to buy water, but he wanted wine without telling me clearly. He humiliated me severely because of this. I couldn't be more angry.

After replying a few words, he roughly pushed me to the ground. The responsibility lies with him and not me!"

"Okay, I get it."

Louis pointed at Laimbeer's nose and said: "You evil dog caused trouble for me on the first day! It seems you won't be able to do it if you don't fix it properly! You are not allowed to participate in group training today. You are going to shoot 3,000 three-pointers. You can't shoot."

You are not allowed to eat at all!”

"Drinking at the main office?"

"If I see a fucking bottle in the arena!" Louis said harshly, "I guarantee that the bottle will eventually be shoved into your ass!"

Ranbir felt a chill.

"get out!"

Ranbir did not dare to show his face to Louis. Before leaving, he smiled evilly at Paxson and said, "Junior, we have a long time ahead."

Paxson and Louis were left in the office.

"John, you are my pick. The team chose you because I recommended it to Reid, but that doesn't mean I will take special care of you."

Paxson listened to Louis' lecture with fear.

He didn't seem to know that he and Louis were of the same age, and they were both born in 1960.

"I don't need a softie. I dealt with that vicious dog today because he didn't pay attention to the impact and caused me trouble before the training camp started. But if he wants to tease you in the future, I hope you will be smarter and don't make things worse."

It’s too ugly.”

Paxson asked: "What if he continues to humiliate me?"

"Verbal insults are the easiest personal attacks in the world." Louis smiled coldly, "Let your mouth play some other role besides eating, drinking and making your girlfriend feel comfortable."

Paxson left Louis' office tremblingly.

When he came outside, he seemed to be reborn.

He had known that the Celtics head coach was the same age as him and very young, but he entered the league at the age of 18, and it only took five years to climb from the lowest level of scout to the position of head coach.

This astonishing rate of rise is enough to prove that he is no ordinary person.

Ranbir's attitude towards him and what he said to himself just now made Paxson unforgettable.

It was an astonishing majesty, and it was obvious that he was just a rookie in the coaching position.

When Paxson returned to the court, he saw that Laimbeer had started to shoot three-pointers, but this vicious dog was very lazy and entangled another rookie Guy Williams.

Poor William must caddy for him unconditionally.

Thinking of Louis calling Ranbir "evil dog", it shows how bad this person's behavior is on a daily basis. Paxson decided to stay away from him. What a senior schoolmate, he now wants Ranbir to die.