The rest is just noise

Chapter 136: One person has a thousand faces

During the preseason, Auerbach will come to inspect from time to time.

Some players feel it's new, while veterans like Maxwell are used to it.

Because of Bill Fitch's exaggerated desire to control the team, he prohibited Auerbach from visiting team practices during the season. Therefore, even though Auerbach's office is only a few minutes' walk from the Greek Academy arena, the players still

It's rare to see him on the training ground.

Louis debugged various lineups and found that the problem was still serious.

The main thing is the allocation of playing time.

In the schedule he showed Sampson, there were only eight players in rotation, and as soon as the first week of training camp ended, he found that at least ten players needed to be scheduled for playing time.

Letting someone who can play the main role play the sixth man is a waste of luxury.

It is a severe challenge to let someone who can play the main role rotate.

If players who can compete for the main spot in a weak team don't even get playing time, the locker room will explode.

"You look worried."

Auerbach asked Louis to play tennis.

The tennis court is located in the Greek Academy. It is not a regular standard tennis court. The venue has been reduced, making it more suitable for an old man like Auerbach to move around.

Louis doesn't know how to play tennis, so he plays it like badminton. His shots are neither light nor heavy, and he often scores scores that make Auerbach unable to get off the stage.

"If you have a young team and three of them need more than 34 minutes of playing time, but the entire team still has at least seven people to arrange, do you think it will bother you?"

After Louis said that, he fired a good shot and hit it out of Auerbach's reach.

"It depends on your ability. You have to know who is the soft mud and who is the hard rock. Find the soft mud to bully and give the hard rock a chance."

"Do you think I'm a bully?"

Auerbach really didn't think so. He had heard for a long time that Louis and his team members often greeted each other's mothers.

Especially the interaction with Bird was the most intense.

Ordinary coaches can't even hold Bird in their hands, so why would they fall out with him?

"I said, it depends on your ability. If you have the ability, just deal with this group of people for me. If you don't have the ability, just do as I say and use the weak ones." Auerbach said, in the next round

, find opportunities to score.

"I won this round." He declared openly.

Louis rolled his eyes: "If I remember correctly, this is the first point you got."

"You remember wrongly, I scored a lot of points before, this is a killer shot." Auerbach said like a rogue.

Because Auerbach has his own way of scoring, and he is authoritative and unquestionable, so although he can score one point in a game at most, he is still the all-age tennis player in the Celtics team.

A victorious general.

After Louis and Auerbach finished playing, they went to buy drinks together.

"Is it that delicious?" Auerbach asked strangely.

He was referring to Louie's love for Coke.

"Medically speaking, I have caffeine dependence."

"WTF?"

"It's just addictive." Louis held a can of Coke, "If I can't drink it for a day, I will get angry and lose my energy."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"Why don't you try not smoking a cigar for a day?"

Auerbach, who smoked at least three Cuban cigars every day, instantly understood Louis' position, "You are trying to kill me."

"What do you have in mind next?" Auerbach asked casually.

He asked casually, and Louis answered carefully.

"Next week, I want to hold a media meeting at the Greek Academy." Louis explained, "I want the local media to understand our situation, increase their confidence in us, and at the same time cheer up these guys."

Auerbach has always kept a distance from the media. He hates the media and doesn't like those people who use pens to decide who is good and who is bad.

"You have to think clearly, once you bring the media in, it's not easy to drive them out." Auerbach knew the virtues of those people.

"The alliance hopes to get more publicity and promotion. In the same way, we should also follow up. Operating on a small scale is not a long-term solution." Louis sounded like a boss.

Auerbach never considered matters beyond his purview.

"You are the head coach, and if you think this is good for the team, I will support you." Auerbach gloated, "I can't wait to see how Bob Ryan ridiculed you in the Globe.

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Louis laughed: "If he dares to say bad things about me, I will never give an interview to the Globe again. The Herald should be excited about this."

They were talking vigorously when, in the distance, Dave Cowens trotted over: "Lu, something happened!"

"What happened? The earth exploded like this?"

"It's not that serious!" Cowens said urgently, "Isiah and Bill got into a fight!"

"Bill Laimbeer?"

"Who else would dare to fight Isiah besides that vicious dog?"

"Who won?" Louis asked curiously.

"My dear, Coach Lu, how long have you been making sarcastic remarks?" Cowens didn't expect Louis to be so nonchalant, "Go back and take a look. Although they are separated now, they still want to make an appointment.

Settle this matter privately."

Louis patted Cowens on the shoulder: "Big Red, next time they fight, just handle it yourself. Don't come to me. What a big deal."

After speaking, Louis asked Auerbach: "Do you want to go see the excitement?"

"This is the only way to entertain you in this boring life." Auerbach just wished he didn't bring his cigar with him.

When Louis and the others arrived at the arena, the conflict had subsided.

They gathered everyone together.

"I heard that some of you were fighting. We will talk about this later. I want to announce something now. Next week, the Greek Academy will be open to the media. At that time, the entire Boston media will come here to interview us. So I hope

Cheer up, train seriously, and let the outside world see your spirit. Now let’s talk about the fight.”

"I understand that you often get angry over training matters and lose control and get into fights. I understand your approach rationally, but if you affect other people's training or even discredit the team on media day, Reid will

Stick his cigar down your throats and mark my words!"

Louis' eyes turned to Thomas.

"Those two bastards who were fighting just now, come to my office now!"

Auerbach did not let the players find him, he stood and watched from a distance.

Louis' lecture was just enough to be heard clearly.

He believed that Louis would resolve the matter properly.

The age structure of the Celts is too young. Moreover, there are arrogant and mean country bumpkins, contemporary Napoleon who is constantly striving for self-improvement and values ​​skin color and status very seriously, there are unruly, vicious and cunning dogs, and there are yin and yang who are eager to gain through qualifications.

There are old people who have more game time, there are unicorns who are talented but unable to become the core and are struggling, and there are silent people who are in a foreign land but have not found even a single friend in the team.

They have only one thing in common: youth.

It’s easy to get angry when you’re young.

From the beginning of the training camp to today, there have been three direct conflicts and two non-fighting conflicts.

And Ranbir managed three of them by himself.

There is no problem in saying that this evil dog is the source of the plague.

"Tell me, why did they start fighting again?" Louis asked.

Ranbir sneered and said: "Isiah, if you are a man, just tell the truth clearly."

"A seven-foot-tall man who runs outside and shoots three-pointers like a cousin all day long dares to say that a man is not a man?" Thomas laughed, but his shallow dimples made it impossible to be like the love song sung by JJ Lin.

The same beautiful pictures come to mind.

Laimbeer said fiercely: "I practice three-point shooting every day because of the coach's order and the team's needs. It's not just to be ignored by you idiot. If you don't pass the ball next time you see me open, I will definitely beat you up on the spot."

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"You try it?" Thomas smiled.

Louis patted the table gently: "No, you want to fight in front of me?"

Lambir stopped talking, and Thomas kept a smile full of hypocrisy. Louis first said to the former: "You have the strength to fight, which means our training is not enough. Follow the old rules."

Ranbir walked out of the office.

"Why don't you pass him the ball?"

With only Louis and Thomas left in the office, he chose to go straight to the point and ask straight to the point.

"I don't have the habit of passing the ball to the center for three-pointers."

"Are you deaf?" Louis asked coldly, "What I'm asking you is, why didn't you pass the ball to Bill?"

Thomas's smile disappeared, "I didn't see it."

"Fuck you!" Louis stood up and yelled, "I ask you again, why didn't you pass the ball to Bill? You either tell me now or you never tell me!"

Thomas was silent for a long time.

"He called me nigger," Thomas said.

Louis smiled flatly, as if it was an unimportant thing.

"Do we have to be like this? I mean, do we have to hurt each other's feelings like this before we can be honest with each other? I am your coach after all. Although I have no emotional basis, if you have any problems, just tell me directly.

Why make me angry?"

Thomas asked in a deep voice: "How are you going to solve this matter?"

"Why should I solve this matter? You don't think that evil dog will apologize to you, do you?" Louis sneered, "Don't expect me to solve this matter. If I can solve this matter, I won't be your coach here."

You are offended. Since you are unhappy about this matter, you should make it clear to him. Have you ever communicated with him?"

"no?"

"Since you have expressed nothing about this, of course he will humiliate you even more. I am not excusing him. I just want you to know how to communicate with a vicious dog that is inhumane. If you make it clear to him, he will still

If he disrespects you and continues to call you that word, I support you in beating him up." Louis' smile became colder and colder. It was the same as Thomas, but it had a completely different meaning. "If you choose to remain silent, in the future

Create divisions within the team and deliberately ignore him during the game, such as deliberately skipping the ball when you see his opportunity. If you really do this, let alone that guy will humiliate you, I will not let you go, because in the end you will

It just proves that you really are a nigger who doesn’t deserve anyone’s respect.”

Thomas clenched his fists. He thought he had seen the most detestable coach in history, Bob Knight.

Today, Louis surpassed Nate in his heart.

But in terms of being hateful, he's definitely above Knight.

He seems to have a hundred faces. He is joking with you one second, and turning against you and verbally insulting you the next. Thomas will never be able to grasp what Louis is thinking, just like today, he was on an extremely sensitive matter.

Told him the correct approach.

And the way he did it was so unpleasant.

"If there's nothing else, just go train."

It just so happened that Thomas didn't want to stay here any longer.

After Thomas had walked a few steps, Louis, who was sitting on the office chair, sent him another message: "Open your heart, Isiah."