The rest is just noise

The Knicks' record ranked second in the Eastern Conference, which allowed them to meet one of their enemies, the Chicago Bulls, in the first round of the playoffs.

They are the most active team at this year's trade deadline.

In order to strengthen the team's strength, Krause sent away many young people on the team. There was no need to be so anxious, but the Bulls' first-round pick this year is in the hands of the Knicks.

Jerry Krause didn't want to work for Louis under any circumstances. It was a matter of principle.

However, even after reinforcements, the Bulls only finished seventh in the Eastern Conference, and Dennis Johnson and Joe Barry Carroll were both deteriorating players.

They are likely to experience a significant decline next season, and by then, how Barkley alone can support the situation will become a point of concern.

On the eve of the playoffs, the Knicks practiced as usual.

Although the Bulls are a strong team, they are not a strong team to worry about, especially not a team that the Knicks need to seriously consider how to play against.

This idea is not out of arrogance, but a conclusion drawn from a rational analysis of the gap between the two parties.

The time came to April 29, 1988, which was Game 1 of the first round of the playoffs.

Louis noticed the team's disorganization but did nothing to correct it.

Perhaps, having such an attitude of belittling their opponents will cause them to lose. If they really lose, he can use the situation as an excuse.

The Bulls were not going to sit back and let the Knicks take over the game.

At the Knicks' home court, the Bulls raised the intensity of the game to a new level.

The consequence of the increased intensity of the game is that the Knicks will also increase their intensity.

Neither team was prepared to play a game of this intensity, and as a result, the offensive efficiency of both teams collapsed.

This was a game that was broadcast live across the United States, and it was also an ugly game.

In the end, the total score of both sides was less than 150 points.

At this point in the competition, some people feel passionate and passionate, while others feel constipated and suffocated, and novices are pecking each other.

The offensive efficiency of the two teams is their respective lowest in the playoffs this season. Even including the regular season, they are also the lowest.

The effective field goal percentages of both teams are also the lowest of the season.

The Knicks like to shoot three-pointers, and as a result they shot 14% from three-point range, and the cry from the basket was clearly audible.

Even the basket shooting rate and mid-range shooting rate are very low, while the turnover rate is very high.

These data directly reflect the issue of competition intensity.

Only high-intensity games will make people lose touch, and high-intensity games will often lead to many confrontational mistakes.

Although the Bulls made a lot of efforts to win, the Knicks were still the better team.

In the end, the Knicks relied on their familiarity with hand-to-hand combat to win the game forcefully.

79 to 77

The most outstanding player in the Bulls is not star player Starbucks, but Joe Barry Carroll who "doesn't care about anything". The fierce confrontation seemed to make him open his sleepy eyes. On the offensive end, he got the highest score for the Bulls, and on the defensive end, he got the highest score for the Bulls.

Duan also performed brilliantly.

This was a game in which neither side found their touch. The shooting percentage was terrible and the true shooting percentage was also a mess. But Louis believed that the key was that the two sides did not let go. The intensity of the game was indeed high. Both sides defended fiercely, but it was not a perfect defensive game.

Game. The Knicks started off feeling surprisingly poor. The Bulls' high-intensity confrontation added fuel to the fire and successfully integrated themselves into the opponent's segment.

Therefore, this is a game shaped by defensive intensity, suffocating atmosphere, general status and randomness. In this kind of game, the center naturally becomes the dominant player. The respective MVPs of both sides are Ewing and Carroll, the former 11

There are 14 frontcourt boards, 5 backcourt boards, and 5 big blocks. The latter has 7 frontcourt boards and 8 backcourt boards, which causes a lot of interference. They all fight desperately. It is really the one who wins the center who wins the world.

"Although we won, I didn't like the content of this game." Louis shook his head at the reporters, "I just didn't like it."

When Ewing was interviewed, he said some very controversial things.

"Our tactics focus too much on the outside." Ewing's tone was very calm, but what he said was enough to set off headlines. "Tonight, the inside advantage was great, but I could only catch the ball a handful of times."

He himself provided the comments, and reporters were naturally eager to ask for them.

Josh Fickell, an emerging reporter at the New York Weekly News, asked: "Patrick, if I understand you correctly, were you unhappy with the ball tonight?"

Ewing had already noticed Louis's smiling face, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

"I didn't say that." He changed his words on the spot.

Fickell captured his preface: "But you said that the Knicks' tactics tonight were too focused on the outside, and you have a great advantage inside and only a handful of catches. This is what you said, right?

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"Our tactics have always focused on the outside. Everyone familiar with the Knicks knows that this is not a problem." Louis interjected.

If Ewing continues talking, there will be big problems.

"But"

"No but, this is a fierce game, Patrick played 37 minutes, which is rare. He is exhausted, so he will say some unintelligible words. I hope you don't mind."

Fickell's expression as if he had caught prey told Louis that there would definitely be big news tomorrow.

Although he performed a world-class goal clearance, as a world-class center in the media room, he believed that he did not let any bastard who actually shot in the name of reporters kick the ball in front of him tonight.

The goal, but it’s hard to guard against thieves day and night, this beast Ewing

Even if he looks like an orangutan, why do he often do things that even orangutans may not be able to do? Have you seen the documentary "Dynasty"? The orangutan in it is so smart, and he knows how to join forces in the documentary.

The orangutan who has formed a clique to consolidate his position is here, and his performance is definitely much better than Ewing.

Well, if Ewing were placed as the leader of the gorilla chapter of "Dynasty", he would definitely be killed.

He doesn't have the brain!

Louis' resentment towards Ewing suddenly rose to the highest level.

Ewing thought he would be fine after being saved by Louis, but the trouble was still to come.

After the press conference, Louis looked gloomy.

Entering the corridor from the visiting room, Louis walked about 50 meters and was far away from the door of the visiting room before he stopped and turned to look at Ewing: "Are you dissatisfied with your possession of the ball?"

"No." Ewing knew the correct answer.

"No?" Louis sneered, "Then what do you mean by what you said in front of reporters? You are so tired from fighting tonight that your brain is short-circuited and you can't even speak human words? You won't really be killed by a gorilla.

Bar?"

"I don't!"

"Since you are not dissatisfied with the distribution of ball rights and have not been taken over by a gorilla, then I would like to ask you, what is the purpose of your words?"

Louis' questioning put a lot of pressure on Ewing. He himself didn't care about the ball, but tonight his outside touch was amazing. He was in excellent condition but had little chance to take action, so he thought about giving him the ball early so he wouldn't have to delay the game.

to the end.

However, Jabbar was suffering from illness and did not know how to express his thoughts in a more tactful way.

So he said that.

"I just feel that if I were given more shots in this game, I would have ended the game earlier," Ewing said with a guilty conscience.

Louis asked frantically: "Then why didn't you say that in front of reporters?"

Ewing's answer only made him even more crazy: "I just thought it would be more appropriate to say this."

"Fuck the grass!"

Louis cursed.

Ewing didn't understand the meaning of "fuck", but the word appeared in Louis' mouth as frequently as "son of a bitch", so it was basically not a good word.

"What's next?" Ewing knew he was in trouble.

Louis calmed down his mood and looked at him angrily: "What should I do? I want to dig a hole and bury you. From now on, there will be peace in the world."

"Then the Knicks will have no center." Ewing put all his sense of humor aside for Louis. "I can't imagine Brad or Song protecting the penalty area. I will definitely not be promoted smoothly because I am worried about you."

go to heaven."

Louis looked at him carefully, as if he was studying a special corpse: "I can't tell you, a bastard of a bitch, still know your own weight."

Ewing has become accustomed to being called a "bastard" by Louis. In his opinion, the "bastard" in Louis' mouth is like the way black people call each other "Nigo". In some cases, it is a curse, and in other cases, it means

Intimate.

"Well, I don't expect you to say anything. During training tomorrow, I want you to review the mistakes you made in front of reporters in front of the whole team, especially to apologize to the outside players, because of your words.

It will bring them a lot of trouble, and some reporters will use this to determine that there are conflicts within the team with ulterior motives."

"We do have internal conflicts"

"Open your dog eyes and look at my expression!" Louis pointed angrily at his face that was distorted with anger.

Ewing was shocked: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at my expression, does it look like I want to discuss the conflicts within the team with you?"

"Not like"

"Then what is your father saying to me about destroying his father?"

Ewing saw that Louis was not giving him a chance to reason, so he went straight to the point: "How to review?"

"I will give you a manuscript tomorrow, just read it and you're done."

"Do you still need to prepare the manuscript in advance?"

"Don't you think that just saying something like the Japanese would cause trouble to everyone and then just bowing? Let me tell you, if this affects the team's chemical reaction, I will forgive you even if you kneel on the ground and kowtow.

I can't help you!" Louis said harshly, "You must be sincere in your review, and you must express your emotions when reading the manuscript!"

Ewing finally struggled: "Wouldn't it be more sincere if I wrote the review myself?"

"Your speech? Haha."

Louis' face was filled with racial slurs, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Ewing couldn't write anything good.

Ewing remembered Louis' expression, and that face remained in his mind, making him keep thinking about it. Until nightfall, when he closed his eyes in bed, he still had that face. He finally realized that that face was still there.

Discrimination against his IQ and EQ is written all over his face.