The rest is just noise

Now Louis must seriously think about a question, how important is Phil Jackson to Jordan?

Because in the second half, when the Trail Blazers fell behind by a big score, Jordan was like Kobe, refusing to believe in his teammates. Of course, his performance was unmatched.

Jackson is not around, and there is no Winter, the father of the triangle offense, in the assistant coaching staff. Louis can be sure that Jordan will not be exposed to this classic tactic that made him the goat.

Jordan didn't realize there was a problem with their tactics because Rick Pitino was already a top coach.

So he thought the problem lay with himself. During the offseason, he not only strengthened his three-pointers, but also gained 5kg.

As early as two years ago, the Knicks made him understand that if he wanted to win the game at the hands of these butchers, his body was too thin and he needed to arm his whole body with muscles.

It can be seen from the game that the Knicks were able to target his outside shortcomings two years ago, but now they deliberately force him to leave the right wing at a 45-degree angle. In the past, strengthening physical confrontation could effectively reduce his shooting percentage. Now the Knicks have to switch to the season.

The post-match mode knocks him off his feet, otherwise giving him extra confrontation may allow him to gain strength.

All his enhancements are his shortcomings.

Jordan alone stopped the sinking situation and allowed the Blazers to cling to the game.

He was capable of everything, breakthroughs, jump shots, low post plays, 2+1 at the basket and a ground-breaking dunk over Sam Bowie.

Even New York fans couldn't help but think to themselves when they saw this kind of offensive attack, this guy is really better than Benj!

Wilson's progress has been great enough, but compared with Jordan, he is still one level behind.

Just like Jordan and Drexler in the 1992 Finals, at first glance it was a competition of the same level, but anyone who has watched the game knows that the influence of the two on the situation is not of the same magnitude. After that round of finals,

The controversy over who is better, Jordan or the Glider, was swept into the trash.

After a fight, Wilson admitted: "I'm not his opponent yet."

Louis nodded in agreement: "You probably need another year or two to catch up with him."

"But," Wilson smiled confidently, "he can't win like this."

It's hard to believe that these words came from a 22-year-old. At Benj's age, many players are preparing for their senior season, but he is already a veteran who has played three professional seasons.

What's even more amazing is that he knows how to win like a veteran who has been playing the game for many years.

He doesn't care about his role, he doesn't care who the spotlight is on, he's willing to do anything that Jordan isn't willing to do, and that's the difference.

Wilson scored 14 points in the first quarter and 12 points in the second two quarters. In the fourth quarter, under the guidance of Louis, he scored another 10 points, totaling 36 points, 8 rebounds and 8 assists. In comparison, he was definitely not as amazing as his opponent Jordan.

He scored 55 points, 8 rebounds and 7 assists. After all, he had almost the same assists and rebounds but scored nearly 20 points more than Wilson.

However, watching Jordan's games is like watching the works of the company FALENO. Even if there are superstars such as Ningning Jigao, Moe Angel, Yuko Ono, etc., if there is no corresponding planning and supervision to utilize them, then what is presented will be insignificant.

It's basically rubbish like "Spring Pictures in the Rich Mountains".

116 to 108

Judging from the score, the battle between the two sides was fierce. Jordan tried his best but couldn't carry him away.

But if Louis was asked to write a game report, he would write like this: "Jordan tried his best, but he did not lead his teammates."

He has no excuse because his teammates are not weak.

This is not only Jordan's own problem, but also related to the coaching staff.

The Jordan in this life is different from the one Louis knew. He is a ball-handling core, just like James Harden.

, they all have a problem, that is, they lose powerful teammates.

The reason is easy to understand. You occupy most of the hemisphere, and the role of others can only be marginalized. Therefore, the forwards in the first team become marginalized, and the power forwards in the third team suddenly cannot even grab rebounds. Although Jordan's statistics are perfect, his teammates

However, there have been varying degrees of decline, and he has been accused of performing rubbish and not bringing enough help to the Flyers.

After all, he scored 55 points on the premise of a 50% shooting rate. It is unreasonable to say that he took too many shots.

"Michael is undoubtedly the most aggressive player." Louis complimented Jordan politely, and then said, "However, Benj, Larry and even Irvin (The Tragedian) are the best players in my heart."

The CBS reporter who interviewed was Sally Kudo, who was familiar with Louis. She deliberately gave Louis a difficult question: "Where is Patrick? He is not the best in your mind?"

"Who is Patrick? I don't know him." Louis pretended to remember suddenly, "Oh, you mean the guy who is recuperating from his injury. No, he is not, just a second-rate center, not worth mentioning."

If Louis had said this a few years earlier, all media outlets would have taken the lead and turned things upside down.

Now, everyone knows that Louis and Ewing have a close relationship, and this kind of talk is as normal as a couple flirting.

They think it's normal, as for Mr. You.

No, he doesn't think so.

The next day he went to the Blue Palace to hold him accountable: "I am a second-rate center? Have you ever seen a second-rate center who has won both teams? Or have you seen a second-rate center who has won MVP and FMVP?'

Louis was sitting in the office drinking Coke, but now he was disturbed by a noisy orangutan.

"With your mentality, calling you second-rate is too conservative." Louis shook his head in disgust, "Not first-rate!"

Ewing said angrily: "I'll come back the day after tomorrow! Let's see who doesn't make it!"

"Does the doctor agree?"

Ewing almost smashed his physical examination report and doctor's advice on Louis' desk: "Look, he said I am strong enough to kill a cow and suggested that I come back immediately!"

Louis took a look at the physical examination, and it did say that all of Ewing's indicators had returned to normal, but there was absolutely no claim that he could kill a cow.

"You only hurt your leg, why don't you rest for a few more days?" Louis asked conservatively.

Ewing said angrily: "I have only rested for a few days, and I have already become a second-rate center in some people's eyes. If I continue to rest, I might not even be able to play as a substitute, right?"

"You have a big face and a strong body, but you have a small mind. Didn't I just mention it casually? Do you think anyone takes it seriously?"

Ewing said angrily: "Brad! He takes it seriously!"

"He is a bitch, you don't know that, right?"

"Then what is the identity of the person who said this?"

"He is definitely a good person!" Louis said proudly. "If you don't believe me, you can ask around. From Miami to Los Angeles, from Los Angeles to Charlotte, and then to Utah, whoever mentions this coach will not give a thumbs up to praise him as a loyal person?"

people?"

Ewing didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

"Okay, I want to come back! Tomorrow night!" Ewing said firmly.

"No." Louis rejected his application, "Tomorrow night's opponent is the Celtics, you can't come back."

Ewing proudly asked: "Who else can compete with Ralph Sampson but me?"

Louis didn't realize that this guy was so thick-skinned. It was as thick as a city wall, thicker than a bulletproof vest, and thicker than the surface of the earth. How thick-skinned do you have to be to say such shameless words?

Fighting against Sampson? When did he play against Sampson and didn't he get punched in the face?

Of course, any current center who encounters Sampson will be slapped in the face. Either he is not as tall, or he is not as fast, or he is not as physically as good, or his skills are not as good, or he is not as good in all aspects. Ewing is worse than Sampson in only one way, then It's just defense, but not good enough to limit the opponent's offense.

Watching Ewing take on Sampson is like watching Muttom guard O'Neal.

Except for sharks, Mutombo can guard anyone. Oh, there are sharks on the opposite side, so that's okay.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you have just recovered and you should choose some weaker opponents to get a feel for it. Ralph is too difficult for you."

The Celtics must be the biggest obstacle for the Knicks to break out of the Eastern Conference.

Not only is Sampson in his prime, but Bird is officially back.

"If the opponent is too weak, I won't bother to come back. I'm just here for Ralph. As long as I defeat him, I will truly be the number one center in the league!" Ewing said ambitiously.

"Are you beating your father? A mere second-rate center wants to play hell difficulty? I don't agree. Get out of the office now. You have no place to speak here!"

Ewing couldn't understand why this coach suddenly lost his temper.

"Discuss and discuss?"

"Do you think I mean to discuss it with you? Get out of here! You bastard, don't make me angry!"

Ewing had a Jamaican slang that he didn't know whether to say or not. He looked at Louis' expression seriously and decided not to say it.

Ewing came outside and met Zhao Yuanzheng.

"Be careful, Coach Lu is not in a stable mood lately." Zhao Yuanzheng's reminder came a step too late.

Ewing asked: "Why?"

"Do you remember that he lost weight last year?"

"Remember, it didn't work?"

Zhao Yuanzheng smiled lightly and said: "In just half a year, I regained my belly."

"Retribution! This is retribution! He deserves it!" Ewing went downstairs happily. Before Zhao Yuanzheng reminded him to keep it secret, the news of Louis' success and failure in losing weight spread throughout the team.