The rest is just noise

Twelve million Americans tuned in to watch the game.

Bearing in mind that cable TV was just beginning to become popular, this figure means that two-thirds of Americans with cable TV watched this game.

As for those who can't watch it on TV, they can listen to the radio.

In the 1984 NBA Finals, officially called the World Championship Series, the Celtics defeated the Lakers 118-104.

The big score is 1-0.

"There are only three games left to end this perfect season. Are you confident?"

A reporter from CBS interviewed Louis intimately.

Louis dislikes these reporters very much. They laugh at you today, but they don't know how to blackmail you in the news tomorrow.

Although he hated this group of people, he couldn't really fall out with them.

Louis smiled lightly and said: "The Lakers haven't used all their strength yet, so the top priority is to prepare for the next game."

Louis' rare modesty surprised reporters.

At the press conference, it can be called an award for weird journalists.

Louie had thought Bob Ryan's questions were strange enough.

Ryan asked him: "Does Celtic have a playing philosophy where they profit from creating conflict on the pitch?"

Is this a question the Boston media should be asking?

"No, next one." Louis didn't even give him a good look.

Ryan prides himself on being an NBA prosecutor and having a selfless style, but Louis just doesn't like this kind of neutral party who seems to be willing to kill relatives at any time.

The New York Times, which Louis DISS'd a million times, also sent reporters.

They had always focused on smearing Louis before.

Even if their words are tougher than Da Sima's, facing Louis' record of 84 wins and 11 losses, they can only brag along with other media.

Ryan is weird enough, but the reporter representing The Times today is even weirder.

"Little Lu, are you an egalitarian?"

"Excuse me???"

"According to our observation, the Celtics always distribute the ball equally to everyone in their games. Does this mean that the Celtics are playing egalitarian basketball?"

This made Louis laugh.

Is this a question that carbon-based organisms can think of?

"John Wooden, Adolph Rupp, Reed Auerbach, Bob Knight...all the successful head coaches, mark my words, I'm talking about all the successful head coaches, including

Respected coach Reid Holzman (godfather of the Knicks), they all advocate the coaching philosophy of equal opportunities. In the final analysis, basketball is a team sport. Chamberlain, who averaged 50 points per game, was the most popular in his personal ability.

This season, we fought a life-or-death battle with the Celtics, but only scored 2 points more than Russell. What does this mean? It means that one person cannot win. To win, we must spread the ball and let everyone play.

come out."

Louis looked at the Times questioner like an idiot: "According to your point of view, these coaches I mentioned are probably egalitarians. Before I spread egalitarianism to the Celtics, they had already put the same

The concept has spread into the league. Therefore, I can only be regarded as standing on the shoulders of giants."

There will only be more and more weird reporters.

They are not stupid, and they know that their problems are easily criticized.

But they will still ask, because this can attract attention and attract attention, which will give them a second life, comparable to reborn parents.

For the Lakers, Pat Riley fiercely criticized the team's style.

"Not hard enough!"

"Not decisive enough!"

"Not hard enough!"

"Not enough belief to win against Celtic!"

He criticized the team from four aspects, but did his best to protect Magic, who performed poorly in the second half.

When a Boston reporter asked him what he thought of the Magic scoring only 4 points in the second half, Riley laughed: "Irvin never needs to score to reflect his value."

So the reporter then asked: "But basketball games still have to count points in the end."

"Yeah, is there anyone better than him at helping his teammates score?"

"Larry Bird?"

"Larry probably could, but if you look at assists, Irvin would win easily."

Avoiding the important and ignoring the core issue at all, only talking about the value of the Magician on the offensive end.

The problem is that Magic was repeatedly given free shots today. His shooting could punish the Celtics in the first half, but not in the second half.

Moreover, he knows that he is not good, so he passes the ball more.

This irresponsible blame-shifting behavior was beautified by Riley.

He knew he had to protect Magic, and he didn't want to become the second Westhead.

When he saw the weird reporters not only making things difficult for himself, but also making things difficult for others, Louis' mood improved.

Human sorrows and joys may be difficult to communicate, but the art of taking pleasure in misfortune is not that complicated.

As long as it is your opponent, you will be happy to see him suffer misfortune.

That night, everyone on the Lakers got another gift.

In the middle of the night, while they were sleeping, a fire alarm suddenly sounded outside the hotel.

All the Lakers players were woken up, and they were forced to come outside the hotel in a strong state of sleepiness. It turned out to be a prank.

The magician looked at Riley sleepily, trying to figure out what was going on.

"That old bastard!" Riley cursed with a livid face, "It must have been Auerbach!"

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar said indifferently: "There is a reason why I don't like the Celtics."

Wilkins seemed even more angry. He didn't play well today and failed to show his characteristics. He also let Bird penetrate him, and the problem of poor defense was once again exposed.

The Lakers covet Wilkins' offensive ability, but if he is on the court with Magic, defense becomes a thorny problem.

If he plays power forward, the Celtics will be happy.

Because Bird can go to the fourth position at any time, let him and Bird face off. As long as the space cannot be opened, Bird's defense is enough to deal with him at this stage.

The Lakers can currently only utilize Wilkins' talent, but cannot use tactics to guide him to use his skills.

The magician rubbed his eyes, saw the bluff fire alarm, and lamented that Auerbach was so powerful that he could even invite such an institution.

"They really know how to play!" the magician said with a wry smile.

Someone asked: "Can we 'entertain' them like this when we return to our home court?"

The answer is no. The Lakers do not have as strong a relationship as the Celtics in Los Angeles.

This kind of off-court discouraging is one of Auerbach's tactics.

He wants the Lakers to have a bad rest, and the fire alarm is just a slap in the face.

Anyway, they know where the Lakers hotel is. It is located in Boston and there is no secret about Auerbach. So, this time it was a fire alarm, and the next time it was all kinds of fake takeaway guys coming into the hotel and knocking on the door.

They don't need to poison Jordan's pizza like the Utah courier did in 1998, they just need to rattle the Lakers.

The night Game 1 ended, Louis and his players didn't know that the Lakers would have to battle Auerbach when they returned to the hotel.

They were very happy after winning the first game and thinking about winning the second game.

In this way, there will be no psychological burden when playing the third game away from home with a 2-0 advantage.

Louis drove home from the garden.

There were basically fans in the neighborhood, drinking and celebrating. Some of them sent flowers directly to Louis' doorstep for this victory.

Various gifts were piled outside the door, as if they had won the finals.

When Louis arrived home, Li Xuanbing was going to bed.

She also watched tonight's game. You must know that she knows nothing about basketball, so she was completely prompted to watch the game by her neighbor.

She didn't want to talk about last night's game when she went out to chat about home affairs tomorrow, but she didn't know anything about it.

So, Louis told her some ways to watch the game without showing shyness in front of the neighbors.

Watch the score and pay attention to the performances of Bird and Magic. In front of Boston people, remember to treat Magic as a spoiled black man and Bird as God. In fact, as long as you remember the third point, you will basically not be wrong.

"No. 32 of the Lakers looked average tonight." Li Xuanbing was blind to the ball, but he hit the nail on the head when he provoked problems. "He didn't even dare to shoot."

Louis found the dumplings made by his mother in the kitchen, and he happened to be hungry.

"What else did you find?" Louis asked.

Li Xuanbing thought carefully about it.

"Bird is more confident and dares to show off. The No. 32 named Magician is very hesitant." Li Xuanbing said sympathetically, "It's like me hesitating whether to wrap leeks or mushrooms when making dumplings."

"Mom, dogs won't eat mushroom dumplings."

"Why do you talk about that brat?" Li Xuanbing glared at him, "I just like to eat stuffed mushrooms!"

Louis smiled awkwardly: "Sorry...Mom, you know what I mean, I just expressed my disgust for mushroom filling."

"You'd better keep your mouth shut when you're out there!"

Louis no longer knew which elder had complained about him.

"I know." Louis was about to heat the dumplings when he suddenly remembered something important, "Mom, what's the filling of tonight's dumplings?"

"It was specially left for you, what kind of stuffing do you think it is?"

"I'm going to bed!"

A child may forget his mother's taste, but conversely, a mother will never forget what her child likes to eat.

Louis has now fully embraced his new identity.

He is Louis and no one else.

Because Louis was often beaten by his mother when he was a child, he was a little afraid of Li Xuanbing, but as long as the conversation started, Louis' nature would be suppressed by him. At this time, he would find that Li Xuanbing was not that scary.

She is just a single mother who must arm herself to live well in the United States.

Having said that, her old man's evaluation of magicians was extremely sharp and accurate.

He was hesitant and had no confidence in long-range shooting, so he disappeared from the court.

Does this description sound particularly familiar?

Well... Louis hasn't heard anyone talk about Mr. Zhan's invisible appearance in the last few games of the 2011 Finals in six or seven years.

Invisibility is nothing, the magician became invisible in the finals long before Mr. Zhan became invisible.