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No matter what, the Knicks should be satisfied with such a performance on the road.

But Louis was not satisfied.

Because of the weakness of the players, they did not dare to use violence against Laimbeer's vicious dog, and they did not dare to take the initiative.

He is not just dissatisfied, he is very, very dissatisfied.

When Louis was interviewed at halftime, the expression on his face was as ugly as if someone had robbed him of his money: "No matter how strong the Celtics are, I have never given up. However, if my players are still like the first half,

The game is so sissy, even if we win this game, it is impossible to complete the comeback."

For the first time in his career, Louis criticized his players in front of the media.

Calling them sissies is not in line with his usual style.

Louis is very similar to Auerbach, not in coaching style, but in his excellence as a team architect.

If Louis is like Auerbach in terms of coaching, it is that he never puts the responsibility on the players.

He is a person who will take responsibility for himself even if a player makes a huge mistake that leads to a loss.

But today, his reaction was so intense.

"I can understand Little Lou's reaction." Billy Cunningham, who has always been on the opposite side of Louis, rarely said a fair word, "The tactical failure is the coach's problem; the players can also blame the coaching staff if they don't have a tacit understanding.

The quality of training here is not high; rotations are chaotic, responses are not timely, and the wrong people are matched up for many problems. You can blame the coach, but not this one. If the players show weakness in the face of fists, what can the coach do? LittleLittle

Lu almost rushed up to duel Ranbir just now, but his players didn't react at all!"

Since the team showing unsportsmanlike behavior was the Celtics, Tom Heinsohn did not continue to attack the Knicks.

He echoed Cunningham, "Yes, there is no cure for rickets."

Louis' face was heavy, and when he walked into the aisle, fans in the stands threw water and objects at him.

Fortunately, they are not sharp weapons. Although the NBA is the first basketball league, the lethality of fans is obviously not as good as that of the CBA. Remember, during the finals between Liaoning and Sichuan, there were Liaoning fans who wanted to attack Sichuan players, but accidentally hit their own players in the face.

If you want to know who the person who was hit is, of course I can tell you and use it to add a few words to Guo Ailun. Well, I believe that the fans are so regretful that their intestines are green. Don’t think that the Liaoning fans are tough, and the Sichuan fans are equally clueless.

Not inferior, during the finals, they formed a team outside the court to taunt the Liaoning team, which eventually led to a fight between Guo Ailun and his son (why is it you again), several Liaoning players, and Sichuan fans.

NBA fans are just taunting a little harder⑴, but if they really want to cause substantial harm, I, the CBA fans, are invincible in the world.

Louis is not in the mood to compare the fighting power of Chinese and American fans now. He is thinking about how to go back to the locker room and scold those weaklings who dare not fight back.

When he came to the door of the locker room, he took a deep breath first, then took a deep breath, and then opened the door of the locker room.

"Regarding this game, can any of you tell me, what room for adjustment do we have?"

The assistant coaches didn't speak. Louis was facing the players and asking questions about the players.

"We should fight harder"

Cooper's eunuch-like tone makes it hard to believe that he could hit harder.

"Yes, we can't let them continue to shit on our heads!" As soon as McHale finished speaking, Louis became angry.

"Michael, you said you wanted to be tougher, and then you only committed one foul in the first half, so that's tougher? Now I know why the Lakers can't beat the Celtics, it's because you guys are too soft and bad!

Louis immediately glared at McHale, "Kevin, how can you have the nerve to say this? Who told me just now, 'I will beat him up if he does anything else'? What happened? Laimbeer did it to Dell in front of you."

Feet, what the hell did you do?"

"I" McHale tried to explain his behavior, "I was just trying to stop you!"

"Stop fucking talking to me!"

Louis yelled: "If all of you hadn't reacted like cowards, would I have had to rush forward? If you had knocked down Ranbir, that bastard, on the spot, I wouldn't have done anything because you didn't do anything.

, because you don’t dare to resist as if your eggs have been cut, so I’m going to fight for Dale. You cowards, I’m really ashamed of you. You’ve been beaten to this point, what are you afraid of?”

McHale was too scared to talk back. Louis saw the worried Oakley. He knew that he had failed to protect Ellis and he was repenting.

If confession worked, the death penalty would not exist.

"Oke, I want you to tell me, what have you been doing on the court for so long?"

"Nothing to say? Then let me tell you, you are only responsible for grabbing a few rebounds and scoring a few chance goals on the court, and then watch your teammates being bullied by those bastards. You stand there indifferently and watch Dell being beaten.

Blackfoot, I don’t know what else you can do. You kept saying you wanted to protect these people, but who did you protect?” Louis shouted, “Tell me the hell, who are you protecting?”

"I'm not!"

Oakley defended: "I didn't respond because Kevin said he would give them a good look if they tried again, so I didn't respond."

"What the hell are you talking to me about here? Since when did Kevin become everyone's bodyguard? Don't forget this is your job!"

Louis took a step forward and cursed angrily: "I've seen it since the third game, you're not fucking qualified at all, you can't protect anyone, and you can't do anything on the offensive end except grabbing a few rebounds.

You have so much brute strength but you don't know how to defend. If you don't even dare to fight, I really don't know what else I can expect from you. You behave like an incompetent waste from the beginning to the end, like"

"That's enough!" Oakley pushed Louis away, "I've had enough of your accusations!"

"Have you heard enough? I haven't finished yet. You, a bastard who only knows how to fight, now have the strength to push people? Where were you when Laimbeer hurt your teammates on the court? What do you want to do now?

?Hit me? Come on, your fists will only hit your own people, right?"

"I've had enough of you weaklings!"

Oakley was scolded by Louis and cried. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "I am the one who is booed by the fans in every arena! Because I need to be harsh when I commit fouls. When you are bullied, I

If you want to stand up and beat someone, I will push down whoever is on a fast break, and I will wrestle with whoever rebounds well. Which of you has ever done this to me? Bird spat in Benj’s face, who of you is going to do it?

Stand up for him? Ranbir hurt Dell, but the person closest to him is Kevin, why should I be blamed for everything?"

Louis' face that turned ferocious suddenly relaxed.

"Oak, you're right." Louis sneered and looked at the others, "Why aren't you willing to give it a try? The entire Celtics team is a villain, and it's impossible for Oke to kill them all alone.

People, why, why don’t you try it?”

"Do you not want to, or do you dare not? If it is the former, I think you should have realized something after seeing what they did to Dell; if it is the latter, then I really feel sad for Dell and feel disgusted for you.

I feel sorry for the fans who have always supported us."

Louis spoke until his voice became hoarse and he could no longer shout.

Therefore, his tone became calm: "We are in the lead now, but if you don't show the same aggressiveness as Boston, we will never win. Can any of you tell me, in the remaining half of the game, can you be like

Like a man, foul them hard?"

"What can't I do?" Alex Stevens asked, "Let me set an example for everyone!"

"No, let me be the first!"

Ewing said loudly: "I will definitely give them a powerful foul!"

"Let me do it," Stockton said.

So, everyone wanted to do this.

Anger, the fire of revenge, intense emotions like rubbing salt on a wound, floated in the Knicks locker room.

In this hot, humid, tight space with bad vents and a stench so foul that it's hard to breathe, something is changing within the Knicks.

Sometimes, failure makes you a better person.

But the Knicks have already failed. For Louis, the only thing he longs for is success.

He has this mentality, but what about his players? Before halftime, they didn't.

But just now, under the bombardment of Louis' words that could not be called elegant, they felt ashamed and angry, with the fire of hatred in their eyes.

If you ever wondered how a fearsome football team came into this world.

Well, this is the answer.

The sports world is no different than real war, but the final champions are always those teams that are stronger and more eager.

As shown in this series.

The champion and the goddess of victory are always strict in choosing the right man to go to bed with, and the rest are fuel for the winner.

⑴ Even if it’s a mockery, I don’t think American fans are that strong. Take China as an example. Before the Asian Championships, Tianjin fans booed the National Basketball Team and insulted Tian Yi. Later, a Beijing fan used the classic “Change Su Wei” to get rid of the person involved.

It caused mental illness. Last year, XJ fans suffered from Zhou Qi's PTSD like Louis and came to watch the game. They took advantage of the quietest moment when Zhou Qi's free throw scene was quiet and cursed "Polish trash" (Zhou Qi's departure from XJ was all his fault). Fans

When it comes to living, the CBA is invincible. PS: Of course, football cannot be counted. Basketball fans can harm the body and mind the most, but football can kill people at every turn. It is incomparable. It is indeed the number one sport in the world.