The rest is just noise

What is the experience of losing by 40 points at halftime?

For Dick Motta, the experience was definitely not good. He even skipped shaking hands with Louis and went straight into the tunnel without accepting a half-time interview.

42 to 82

The Mavericks suffered the most humiliating half-game in team history.

"Coach Lu, how do you... evaluate the first half of the game?" There were only local media in Dallas, and interviewing Louis was a difficult task for them.

Who can feel better when their own team is beaten like this in their home stadium?

Moreover, Motta had criticized Louis many times.

No matter from any angle, this is an embarrassing thing.

"The Mavericks are very tenacious. I thought they would lose by 50 points at first, but as you saw, they only lost by 40 points under the leadership of coach Motta." The reporter's face turned dark as soon as Louis' words came out, "They won my victory.

respect."

"Thank you, Coach Lu, for accepting our interview."

"Actually, you can ask more questions, because I'm not in a hurry to go back to the locker room." Louis looked like he wasn't tortured enough.

"no thank you."

"Really? I mean, it's a rare opportunity."

"Coach Lu, we won't take up your time anymore."

"Don't you usually take up less? Why are you so polite today? Don't be polite to me, aren't you treating me like an outsider?"

Co-authored by you or on your own...?

Seeing that the reporter was so angry that his mouth was twisted, Louis knew that the other party would not ask him any more questions, so he withdrew and returned to the locker room.

"I thought that beating the opponent by 40 points would not be completed until the end of the game. It seems that I underestimated you."

Louis didn't let the locker room get noisy.

Now that he has won 40 points, he will not be satisfied. Isn't life all about climbing to the top? At least now, winning 58 points is a very feasible goal.

"We must continue to win and not give them a chance to breathe, because their coach outside disrespects your dear head coach, that is, me." Louis is very confident in his image in the hearts of the players, "I believe

You were also very angry after hearing those words."

"Not at all." Bird immediately dismissed it, "It's almost more popular with me than Woody Allen's movies."

Louis said disgustingly: "Larry, Larry, I didn't expect you to actually like that pedophile. It just refreshed my understanding of you again."

The locker room exploded.

The black people sneered: Sure enough, that bastard Woody Allen is not a good person.

White people are screaming: Woody Allen is a pedophile? What evidence is there?

"I have no evidence, but I remember he once said in an interview that we would not be surprised if we saw him having a relationship with a 13-year-old girl. Isn't this a hint of his ugly and despicable sexual fetishes?" Louis asked.

K.C. Jones saw that the topic was about to go astray: "We still have business to do."

"Yes, yes!" Louis said, "You bastards made me forget about business again! Especially you, country bumpkin! Don't think that I will thank you just because you made the last three-pointer!"

"You're welcome." Bird said expressionlessly, "You still owe me $3,000."

"Can someone who gets a salary of 600,000 yuan a year stop being so fussy about it?"

"Want to default on your debt?"

Seeing that Louis was about to write the check on the spot, K.C stopped him again: "Business matters, road."

Louis held the pen tightly, "Do you think there is anything more important than a country bumpkin who is stingy enough to make the bartender despise, short-sighted enough to make the bum laugh, and loves to take advantage so much that Reed goes crazy?"

K.C let go of Louis tremblingly.

Louis gave the check to Bird.

He accepted it happily, beaming with joy.

Then, Louis said relaxedly: "Now, let's get down to business."

"Damn it, he should become an actor. The change of expressions is so amazing." Ranbir whispered to the people around him.

Carl echoed: "Who says otherwise? What a pervert."

"Damn, I like to see his face change..." Ranbir was muttering when he suddenly heard Louis yelling, "Bill, do you think I can't hear you barking if you keep your voice down?"

For Laimbeer, selling teammates is a matter of whether it's suitable or not.

If the time is right, it is beneficial to him, and it can help him share the pressure, he will sell his teammates.

"Report to the coach, MLC complained about your moodiness, I couldn't help but speak up for you!" Ranbir deliberately stopped breathing to make his face turn red, looking aggrieved that he was treated as a bad guy despite doing good deeds.

"WTF!" Karl shouted angrily at Ranbir, "You bastard!"

"Shut up!" K.C almost fainted. The half-time break was almost over, and the game plan for the second half was not mentioned yet.

Just as Louis was about to talk about the arrangements for the second half, the staff at the front came to remind him: "You can prepare to return to the scene to warm up for the second half."

"Damn it, it's all your fault for causing me to waste so much time!" Louis said unhappily.

Everyone's expressions were uncertain, and there was no need to communicate. Everyone obviously had the same view on the culprit who wasted time.

"Our goal is still to expand the lead. This can be done without tactics, but the more times like this, the more tactics are needed. I don't want to see you finish the second half casually." Louis became serious in a second, in order to rush for time.

, speaking very quickly, "I have a preliminary idea about the starting lineup for the second half."

Louis put together a starting lineup that had never been used before.

It can be said that he is rectifying his life, or he has despised the Mavericks' inside line. In short, this is not a regular lineup.

Center: Bird.

Power Forward: Maxwell.

Small forward: Sampson.

Shooting guard; Long.

Point guard; Thomas.

Asking Bird to play center is already a highly insulting arrangement, and asking Sampson to play small forward is even more contemptuous of the Mavericks' wings.

More specifically, it was the humiliation of Mark Aguirre.

According to Louis' observations in the first half, he found that Sampson's athletic ability was just enough to keep up with Aguirre.

Aguirre is a 1.98cm forward and guard swingman, but he is not the type who flies into the sky and escapes from the ground. He likes to play rhythm balls while facing the basket, and he can also work in the low post. His speed is just right for Sampson to keep up with.

type.

So it was tragic.

What's even more unexpected is that Louis' reorganized lineup produced a dramatic and astonishing effect.

Bird's one-on-one defense was like Duncan's inside, while the two white inside men in the Mavericks were angrily trying to prove themselves. They tried to hit the ball in the low post, but they were all blocked.

Even if they hit Bird a few times, Sampson, who is at the small forward position, can help defend from the wing.

Their offense was either blocked by Bird or interfered/blocked by Sampson, and they didn't score a goal in the entire third quarter.

Maxwell achieved the effect of connecting the past and the following.

He and Sampson's defense was mainly around the paint area. In addition to watching their opponents, they also switched defenses in various ways, forcing the Mavericks to play in isolation, forcing them to make mid-range and long-range shots, and forcing them to carry out difficult offenses.

Louis changed the lineup, but shattered the Mavericks' dignity.

Their inside can't beat Bird, shame;

Their No. 1 draft pick, Aguirre, who is also the starting small forward, has nothing to do with the 7-foot-4 guest small forward Sampson, which is a shame among shame;

The head coach made harsh words before the game, but now Louis has made him unable to do anything, a shame of shame; a shame of shame;

Trailing by 40 points at halftime at home, the Claymen needed to get three points fired up. As a result, in the third quarter, the stronger the Celtics' offense became, the weaker the Mavericks' momentum became. At the end of the third quarter, they were 58 points behind.

"The Mavericks must cheer up. More and more spectators are leaving the stadium. They cannot accept such a game."

At the end of the third quarter, only 1/3 of the home court was filled with people.

Louis was surprised that anyone could stay.

Presumably these people no longer expect to win, they simply want to see how low the home team's lower limit can be - do they dare to lose by 100 points?

Dick Motta's only hope now is to pray that Louis and his team will be merciful. Losing by 58 points has already taken off their pants.

Isn't it over yet?

Motta saw Louis showing his kindness to him from a distance, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Yes, that is definitely not a signal to stop.

This is indeed not a signal to stop.

Louis decided to kill his opponent.

In the fourth quarter, the Celtics' lineup was adjusted to John Paxson, Long, Scott Weidman, Bird, and Sampson.

Weidman is a shooter that Louis doesn't quite appreciate.

Because the Celtics have too many people who can play, although Louis really wants to give him a chance, he really can't.

Tonight happened to be the right time. He wanted to score as many points as possible, so he put together a star-studded lineup.

His instructions to the perimeter shooters led by Bird were to shoot three-pointers whenever they had the chance, and to widen the point difference and not leave any face to the opponent.

For a team whose morale has reached its lowest point, encountering these five Celtics players is a disaster.

When Bird opened the fourth quarter with a three-pointer, Motta's heart dropped.

Four of the Celtics' first five offensive attempts in the fourth quarter were three-pointers, with a shooting percentage of 50%.

Motta roared and ordered the players to strengthen their defense, but the players who were beaten until they were unconscious had no motivation to defend anymore.

Losing by 58 points or 68 points is a loss for them.

It is this kind of thinking that has nailed Mavericks to the pillar of shame forever.

This game will also become Dick Motta's most unforgettable nightmare in his life.

160 to 79

Horrible, sinful, desperate, and an 81-point deficit that made everyone in Dallas feel ashamed. At the end of the game, Louis took a bottle of Coke from Tomjanovich's hand.

He couldn't wait to open it, drank 200 ml, and burped with great satisfaction.

Then he saw an angry Dick Motta.

"You scumbag has no professional ethics at all!" Motta roared.

Louis was holding a Coke bottle in his hand. He had always maintained elegance in front of his peers, and suddenly his true colors were revealed: "If you, arrogant bastard, have such resentment towards me, why not use your uric acid, which can poison even mice?"

Spoil your players, these trash guys under your penis have no blood at all. I really don’t know how you usually teach them. Oh, by the way, I forgot your name is Dick, you only know how to sewage and **

How can something ugly teach players?"

"Goodbye, Coach Dick. If I can see the news of your expulsion tomorrow, it will be in vain for my players to dare to play hard in garbage time." Louis waved his hand and took another sip of Coke.