The rest is just noise

The so-called conflicts between Ranbir and Paxson are all too common.

Louis didn't worry, not everyone had arrived yet, and he would meet everyone later.

Several of his teaching assistants came to the office one after another.

"Today's young people are all follicles!" Dave Cowens came in cursing. "Their blocking habits give me a headache. Only Bill is okay, but this guy is too ruthless."

After hearing this, Rudy Tomjanovich said an interesting story: "I played against him when I was still playing games. He was very good at making little moves under the referee's nose, and he always succeeded."

"Yes!" Cowens said angrily, "Now this evil dog is still practicing three-pointers. I really don't know what he is thinking."

Louis smiled and said: "I asked him to shoot three-pointers."

"You," Cowens choked, "you must have other intentions, right?"

Louis smiled and asked Jones, "Is everyone here?"

"We're all here." replied.

"Rudy, go and gather them together. Except for Bill, everyone else should be arranged into two teams according to their height."

Louis gave the order, and Tomjanovich went out to do business.

"This is my first season as coach. There are many things I don't know. If I make some stupid mistakes, please correct me in time." Louis said sincerely.

I don't believe Louis would make a stupid mistake.

"You know I'm a direct person." Cowens said cryptically that he would point out all Louis' mistakes.

"That puts me at ease." Louis smiled.

After a while, Louis walked out of the office with them.

In the arena, more than 20 players lined up in two rows.

Looking at the players' physical condition, Sampson seems to be a little stronger than before.

Bird couldn't tell the difference.

Louis didn't pay special attention to the others.

He still came to the arena dressed like a high school student, just like in the past, but his identity was no longer a scout, assistant coach or other auxiliary job.

"Some of you have known me for three or four years, and some of you have met me for the first time. My requirements for you are the same as other coaches."

"Be obedient."

Louis emphasized this point emphatically.

"Don't think this is an easy thing to do. If any of you don't listen to me, don't play according to my wishes, or even disobey my orders, then, no matter your name is Larry Bird,

Call me Isiah Thomas or Ralph Sampson and I'll get you off the floor."

There are still people who remember how angry Louis was at the end of last season.

When I saw his face, I remembered those words.

"Be obedient and use my tactics. Unless the tactics don't work and you need to use your personal abilities, you have to do what I say. Remember this sentence. I will emphasize it countless times. If you don't listen, I will

Let me reiterate to you, if you really can't do it, then you can just sit on the sidelines and serve tea and water. If you think there is more room for your talents to be displayed, I welcome you to apply for a transaction."

The atmosphere was already tense, and Louis' tone suddenly relaxed.

"Except for this, we can discuss everything else. I am also a young man. Some of you are older than me. I think we can become very good friends." Louis smiled, "However, a friend is a friend and a coach is a coach.

, you can’t think that you can get special privileges from me just because I am your friend.”

And Tomjanovich is used to Louis creating tension in the team.

"Is that okay with him?" Cowens asked.

He smiled and said: "Calm down, Dave, there will be things even more extreme than this in the future."

"Now, let's talk about something else."

"Our defeat in the playoffs last season was considered by many to be a huge upset. As for how we lost, I believe you all know well."

"In order to avoid a recurrence of tragedy, we have made three rules here."

Louis walked up to the players and said, "Larry, Isiah, could you please represent the white players and the black players?"

"Why do you want to separate us?" Bird asked.

"Obviously if you are not color blind, you should be able to see that there is a difference in skin color between you and Isiah. You don't like each other. Isiah longs for attention and favor like you, but you don't even bother with it.

Although this is nothing to the deep-rooted racial discrimination among you Americans, the color of your skin is the main reason why you cannot become brothers and sisters. Am I wrong?"

"Fuk!" Cowens said, "Don't you stop him?"

Bird was speechless, and Isiah Thomas' smile disappeared from his face again.

"I ask you two representatives, representing the players behind me, to reach a consensus with me. If any of you don't want to play for me, please come to me directly. If there are differences, we will resolve the differences. If there are conflicts, we will resolve the conflicts. If it really cannot be resolved, I will suggest

Reed sends you away. If more than half of the team doesn't want to play for me, please tell me directly and stop playing passively. As long as the number of people exceeds half, I will resign immediately."

Last season's playoffs have become a shame for Bird.

When he heard Louis mention the old story again, he was so angry that he said: "I hope you resign now!"

"Very good, it seems that you are very prejudiced against me. Come to my office later and let's talk." Louis smiled, and then let the marginalized people who have not signed yet start training in the form of a competition. Those who have already signed

Official players gather in the video analysis room.

Tomjanovich had already come to the video room in advance to arrange the seats and video tapes.

"Thanks to our assistant coach, Rudy, you did a great job," Louie shouted.

Tomjanovich waved sheepishly.

Louis turned on the videotape, "Please remember what I am going to say next. There is a pen and notebook in front of you. Please write down the key points of what I said."

On the TV screen, a clip of the game appeared.

Listening to the commentary's language, it seems to be a European basketball game.

There is a white player in possession of the ball, playing a pick-and-roll with another white big man.

The white player moves steadily and takes action when given the opportunity. He attacks without any ambiguity. In this clip, he chose a pull-up jump shot.

In the next few clips, the ball was in the hands of the white insider.

He sometimes pretends to pass the ball hand-to-hand, deceiving the defender into shooting suddenly.

Sometimes he pretends to pass the ball hand-to-hand to cover, and once again deceives the defensive player into holding the ball and facing the basket to break through.

Sometimes, he first screens the ball hand-to-hand, then cuts outside the three-point line. The ball carrier passes the ball to him, and he makes a three-pointer from the start.

Although there was no field goal, this was a game in the 1970s.

This is a pick-and-roll offensive system led by former Soviet national team coach Vladimir Radkonshin (ВладимирКондрашин) that Americans cannot imagine.

Many people don't know Radkonshin, but they must know that he led the Soviet Union to defeat the American team in the 1972 Munich Olympics men's basketball final.

"Isiah, if you were this white defender, would your offensive options be better than his?" Louis asked.

Thomas hesitated and said: "He has more confidence in shooting than I do, but my breakthrough threat is far greater than him."

"Obviously you know where your strengths and weaknesses are, keep working hard."

Louis looked at Bird again, "Larry, if I asked you to cooperate with Isiah, do you think you would do better than the big white man in the video?"

This is nonsense.

Bird can do far more than the white insider on the tape.

"No difficulty," Bird replied.

"Everyone, this is our future direction." Louis turned off the video tape and took out the tactical board, "Isiah, as the ball carrier, I want you to initiate more than 50% of the offense in every game with Larry in the high post.

Pick-and-roll cooperation. Within your field of vision, I allow you to handle the ball on your own. Once no offensive opportunity is found within your field of vision, you must pass the ball back to Larry."

Thomas had no objection.

Louis then looked at Bird, "Larry, from the beginning of the new season, I want you to appear in the high post a lot, pick and roll, screen, and help your teammates no matter what. After executing the pick and roll screen, you must move outward and retreat to the three-point line."

.If they give you an open shot, you take it decisively. Even if they don't give you a chance, you must take at least five three-pointers in every game."

"Must?" Bird looked at him in disbelief, "At least?"

Louis smiled elegantly and said: "I am a reasonable person. If you can't do it, I will replace you."

"I'm fine with that," Bird said.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation, we have a good start." Louis said with a smile.

Cowens' mouth went dry and he whispered to Jones: "My head is spinning. Is this just the beginning?"

"Don't make such a fuss, like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world." He gave him a blank look.

"What I just said is our starting offensive system in the new season. If we can use this offensive system to defeat our opponents, it will naturally be the best. If not, there are other solutions."

"The next thing I want to talk about is the second offensive system."

Louie drew a sloppy half-court position and then a pig's head.

Pointing at Bird, he said, "Larry, this is you."

"QNMD!" Bird exploded on the spot.

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