The rest is just noise

At the end of the timeout, Jackson took the initiative to change the opponent defending Ewing.

He put Oakley and Ewing to face off, and then asked Ball to help defend.

This basically locked up Ewing's hope of playing hard inside, and he could only turn around and shoot a jumper or attract Bol's help to feed Orr the ball.

Oakley, like many thugs, is a strong rebounder and has a bad reputation, but his defensive end can only be regarded as passable.

However, Oakley's bottom line is obviously stronger than Ewing's.

In the head-on confrontation with Ewing, his strength prevailed.

Ewing entered the league with the label of an emperor star, how could he be at a disadvantage in the intra-team confrontation? His self-esteem and pride, as well as his confidence in his own strength, made him choose to take the position to the end.

However, his strength is far inferior to Oakley.

The price of forcefully seizing the position is that his position is unstable. When catching the ball, his center of gravity looks like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.

Oakley is only 2.03 meters tall, and Ewing is ten centimeters taller than him. Coupled with the difference in physical fitness, turning around and pulling out is a good choice.

As a result, Oakley's confrontation caused Ewing's shot to miss.

"Isn't this a foul?" Ewing asked.

Louis said from the side: "We don't have a referee here, Patrick! If you want to commit a foul, you have to wait until the official game starts."

Ewing ran back dissatisfied. This confrontation not only defeated Ewing's momentum, but also built Oakley's confidence.

Ewing is not that strong, at least not impossible to guard against.

Once such an idea occurs, his next actions will only get bigger and bigger.

In this match without a referee, Oakley fought hard, and Bol, with his superhuman height and arm length, formed a protective shield on the inside that was comparable to Mark Eaton.

He doesn't have the mammoth figure of Eton. Bol, who has only gained 3 pounds in a few months, still has good agility.

As long as there is no fierce physical confrontation, with his height and wingspan of 2.59 meters, everyone who enters the penalty area will only feel despair when they see him.

Ewing began to grow annoyed.

Oakley is a complete roughneck and extremely cruel.

Dave Anderson said in disbelief: "Patrick was silenced?"

"Is it strange?" Louis asked with a smile.

Anderson couldn't believe what he saw: "He is a center of the level of Ralph and Kareem."

"He is far from as good as you think." Louis said earnestly, "Maybe he will be great in the future, but now, he has too many problems. Dave, I hope you will record this section truthfully, Patrick

Ke has enough halo around him that some people almost regard him as God, but this is not the actual situation."

Ewing suffered greatly in the physical fight with Oakley.

Finally one time, Oakley forgot about Ewing's status in the team, counterattacked fiercely, and knocked him to the ground on the spot.

Just when Ewing was about to stand up and figure things out with him, Louis took out a whistle from his pocket and blew: "Beep!!!"

"Do you deserve $3 million, Patrick?" Oakley challenged.

Ewing said solemnly: "If you have any objections, go to the coach!"

"You two, shut your mouth!" Louis said with a whistle, "I thought that you two should have known each other for so many years in college, and knew the severity of each move, but I didn't expect that it would still end up like this. This situation before

There was no referee in every game, but now there is one. Please make every move clean!"

Ewing complained: "He elbowed me ten thousand times. What were you doing before?"

"What a sissy that looks like an orangutan." Oakley sneered.

So Louis saw indescribable anger on Ewing's face for the first time: "What did you say?"

"Now I know why the coach wants to give you 3 million for one year. He must be afraid that you will cry because you are a showman. Do you know? I can beat you up on this court!" Oakley said, bumping

He opened Ewing's body and walked away proudly.

At this moment, Ewing looks very much like a gorilla.

He glanced at Louis, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't look at me, I won't call a foul for that sentence, Patrick, respect is not given to you by others, it is earned by yourself." Louis smiled lightly.

If Ewing had considered some of his teammates' feelings before and didn't want to go too far, then from now on, all worries have disappeared.

That nigger named Charles Oakley was the person he most wanted to execute in the world.

Louis whistled and returned to Anderson.

"Are you really not going to cool down this conflict?"

From the opening to the present, Louis is just doing one thing over and over: arching the fire, arching the fire, arching the fire.

This is contrary to common sense. Ewing and Oakley are obviously players from the same class. Even if they have a bad relationship, they should not become enemies. If Louis had called a few more fouls to control their confrontation, things would not have reached the stage just now.

"Patrick must adapt to this kind of thing in advance." Louis smiled sinisterly, "Being the player with the highest annual salary in the league requires real ability."

Anderson agreed with Louis' words, and they agreed that Ewing was a person with unlimited future.

But his first-year salary was higher than that of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Malone, Magic, and Bird. This is outrageous.

"Can he handle Oak?" Anderson asked.

The writer has endless questions, he is a living person with a hundred thousand whys.

"If he can't handle it, I may have to re-evaluate his potential." Louis said helplessly.

It turns out that Ewing can handle it.

As a power forward, Oakley and Ewing are complementary, but as a matchup, he is not a suitable candidate.

At first, he was able to use his strength to fight with Ewing, but now that Ewing knows that his strength cannot match Oakley, he will naturally stop and do other things.

Louis knows Ewing's weaknesses. What he wants to know is how much his offense can be used in an extreme confrontation environment?

The ball rights given to him by Georgetown University were too limited, and it's not that Louis looked down on college basketball, where Ewing could score at will based on his talent.

That kind of game can't push Ewing into a corner.

So Louis doesn't care how Oakley increases his intensity today. He just wants to see how Ewing's current offensive methods are.

The result satisfied him.

Stockton and Ewing played the first pick-and-roll tactic of the game.

Ewing passed the pick-and-roll, and Stockton's ball was accurately passed. Facing Bol's defense, he violently dunked. His speed, impact, ability to withstand strong opponents, and rebound speed are all top-notch midfielders.

The top.

Completely irritated, he got stuck like a mad dog.

Although his strength is not as good as Oakley's, his talent is too good.

Oakley, a rebounding maniac with a historical level, was actually taken off the board by him one after another.

Ewing tried his best and then hit the best goal of the opening game.

He started to shake Oakley's defense, turned around and adjusted his position, suddenly rose up, and slammed with both hands through Boll's paper-like body.

Poor Bol just wanted to defend, but he was vulnerable to Ewing in a furious state.

"It's too tyrannical. Even if Manute is three meters tall, he can't stop him." Truk Robinson's hindsight is commonplace.

Louis said to him: "Patrick has a very bad habit of blocking positions. I will leave him to you in the next few years."

"Don't worry, within a year, I will pass on all my life's knowledge to him!" Robinson said exaggeratedly.

The game entered a rhythm dominated by Ewing.

He is the only star on this field. No matter how many flaws he has, his talent is visible to the naked eye.

When Oakley pissed him off, the outcome of the game was doomed.

He went all out and beat Oakley, scoring 28 of the 39 points in the game, plus 14 rebounds and 6 blocks.

Counting all the centers in the league, it is estimated that only Sampson, Olajuwon, Malone, and the unpredictable Kareem Abdul-Jabbar are better than him.

If he is provoked, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is no match for him and can compete with Malone and Olajuwon.

The problem is that as a player, you can't play with anger, you can't go all out every time, you have to learn to protect yourself, especially since Ewing is not strong enough at the moment.

At the same height, the average weight of the league's insiders is 122 kilograms, and he is only 111 kilograms. He has already suffered a big loss in confrontation and has various bad habits.

Louie remembers Ewing wearing thick knee pads in the 1990s.

He definitely suffered a knee injury early on, and the impact of knee injuries on a player's athletic ability in this era is devastating.

Louis saw Ewing running around the court as fast as Garnett. As long as he pounced too hard, he could sweep the entire free throw line. His agility was even better than Sampson.

At the end of the game, Oakley took the initiative to come to Ewing and said: "I apologize to you and take back what I just said. You are a real superstar."

Ewing controlled his emotions and simply said a perfunctory polite word: "You played well too."

This game didn't reveal too many problems with Ewing.

Perhaps Oakley angered him prematurely, and Ewing's anger dominated his will, turning on superstar mode.

"Good game, Patrick, I knew you could do it." Louis gave Ewing a bottle of sports drink.

Ewing took the drink and said, "You don't seem happy."

"How could it be? I'm sincerely happy for you." Louis said sincerely, "If you play like you did just now in every game, we will definitely be able to return to the playoffs in the new season."

Ewing did not drink the sports drink given to him by Louis. He was condescending and looked at Louis with a complicated look: "Do you still think my four years in Georgetown were a waste of time?"

"Don't worry, Patrick, the training camp is still very long." Louis smiled, "You have plenty of time to prove me wrong."

Unfortunately, it only turned out that Louis was absolutely right.

Perhaps one day, fans in the 21st century will open a thread and ask: If Ewing had not wasted three years in college, how high would his ceiling be?

The chapters of "The Remaining, Only Noise" will continue to be updated.