The rest is just noise

Chapter 882 Is it really impossible for this team to be defeated?

Louis and his dream team are training in Europe while on vacation to prepare for the Olympics.

In the United States, the rebuilding of the Knicks' coaching staff is also underway at a rapid pace.

Elgin Baylor continues to communicate with Louis on this matter.

First, Louis recruited another acquaintance, Tom Thibodeau.

Louis knew that Thibodeau was an assistant coach who focused on defense. After losing Jeff Van Gundy and Billy Donovan in succession, the coaching staff was in urgent need of defensive experts, and Thibodeau came at the right time.

There is also a surprise.

It was recommended by Xiao K, his assistant coach in the Dream Team.

Little K recommended his Duke protégé Quin Snyder to Louis.

Snyder was born in 1966. After graduating from Duke, he was unable to enter the professional circle due to his limited personal talent, so he transitioned to become an assistant coach.

Although Little K intended for him to come to Duke as an assistant coach, he wanted to develop in the professional circle.

Hearing that Louis was recruiting assistants and knowing that Louis had no strict age requirements for assistants, he recommended Snyder.

Snyder is a very good candidate for Louis, and he knows that this person will become the Jazz head coach in the future.

However, he is too young now and his ability to become a full-time assistant coach still needs to be tested, so Louis can only give him a trainer's contract.

Snyder therefore did not agree immediately.

As the best coach in professional basketball, many coaches who want to enter this industry hope to climb the big tree of Louis.

Since 1985, three assistant coaches under Louis have become head coaches of other teams.

Regardless of Louis' influence, it's an intriguing indicator.

The young Snyder didn't think long before he agreed.

A few days before leaving Monte Carlo, the tragedy master suddenly proposed to play a truly quality match.

"Imagine what would happen if we played seriously in the All-Star Game?"

Wilson thought this would be interesting and agreed immediately.

Others agreed.

As a result, the two teams formed two camps, with the Tragedy and Jordan, Bird and Wilson as the main teams, and the players decided which side to join.

Apart from Laettner, there is not a single useless player on the 12-man roster.

Wilson accepted the addition of Laettner, which allowed their opponents to obtain a higher-quality sixth man (Malone).

Each of these two teams has a coach.

Tragedy's blue team coach is Little K, while Wilson's white team coach is P-J Carlesimo.

As a fan, Louis didn't realize that he would be one of the few spectators of the greatest game in basketball history.

First, there are the blue team members: Tragedy, Jordan, Ewing, Barkley, Thomas, and Malone.

Followed by the white team members: Wilson, Robinson, Sampson, Bird, Laettner, Pippen.

The substitute for the blue team is Thomas, and the substitute for the white team is Laettner.

Seeing Thomas as a substitute, Louis said funnyly: "Isiah, why are you playing a supporting role here?"

Thomas responded with a smirk on his face: "I don't care."

In order to hold the match smoothly, the Dream Team hired a local referee from Italy.

In addition to the Italian referee, there is also temporary referee Tomjanovic.

These two people, just like the audience on the sidelines, had no idea that their lives would suddenly become difficult in the next 40 minutes.

Zhao Yuanzheng held the camera as usual.

Like everyone else, he had no idea what he was filming.

The Italian referee stood between Ewing and Robinson and threw the ball into the air. Robinson touched the ball first and pointed it to the white teammate Pippen.

As a result, Jordan grabbed the ball and passed it to his teammate Barkley. After a few fierce dribbles, Barkley passed through the defense of Wilson and Bird and made a layup. Wilson grabbed Barkley's wrist and the whistle sounded.

The ball goes into the basket.

"Benj, this defense can't even guard me!"

Louis shouted standing on the sidelines. On this morning, the stands of the arena were empty. But Louis wanted to create an atmosphere of the game because he wanted the blue team and the white team to have a real fight.

Wilson took a towel from Lightner's hand and wiped his sweat.

It was so humid in the arena that everyone's sweat seemed to be mixed with the alcohol they drank the night before.

Barkley made the extra free throw.

The greatest basketball game in history begins, but from beginning to end, no one will cheer for them.

Wilson and the Tragedian were in direct confrontation.

Wilson brought the ball to the backcourt and heard the tragedy master shout: "Be active and show your true skills to let these guys see who is stronger!"

For the tragedy maker, this is a long-lost feeling. He can finally play a significant game as the leader of the team.

Even if the tragedy master already understands that this is Wilson and Jordan's team, he often subconsciously regards himself as the boss. If someone has a bad training attitude, he will scold him on the spot. Although many people come to Monteca with the idea of ​​vacation

Luo, but the tragedian and others assured Louis that no one would be careless during training.

The smell of gunpowder first appeared when Sampson got the ball in the high post.

Ewing tried to challenge Sampson.

He has never succeeded in a challenge, and this time is no exception.

But he heard Jordan yell, "Get him, Patrick!"

As a result, Sampson hit a pull-up jumper and said to Jordan across Ewing: "Michael, let me tell you a secret, no one has ever been able to handle me."

Malone singled out Bird in the low post on the left, but his shot was affected by Sampson's defense and missed.

Wilson grabbed the rebound. When he reached the other end of the court, he broke through directly from the right wing. Ewing, who was guarding him, roughly knocked him out with his shoulder.

"You and I are not teammates here!"

Ewing flexed his muscles at Wilson as if he didn't understand the situation.

"Patrick, there is no need to act recklessly." The tragedy master educated his teammates like a mentor.

Wilson just stood up, his expression seemed to be a different person.

Louis could see that Wilson was "awakened" by Ewing in his own way.

Just now it was "the boy next door" Benj who was playing on the court, and now it is "the conqueror" Wilson who broke the hearts of the Celtics, Lakers and Trail Blazers.

After the inbounds ball came in, Wilson dribbled directly behind his back, squeezed through the defense of Jordan and the Tragedy Master, and rushed into the paint. Like all leaders, he dunked against Ewing's body and scored.

In an instant, the Italian referee's whistle sounded. No one knew why he blew the whistle, maybe even he himself didn't know.

But the tragedian protested vehemently to the Italians: "Where the hell is there a foul?"

This is a confrontational match, and the referee will not make things difficult for them. Therefore, the tragedy maker's protest was successful and the foul was called back by the referee.

This is the magic of the tragedy master. He is very good at using his aura and words to influence the referee.

"Where's the foul?" As an opponent, Bird asked the referee, "That one just now was obviously a defensive foul!"

The Italian referee wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, but the game continued.

Carlesimo said to Louis: "I have watched a lot of Lakers games, and I am convinced that Ervin has a special ability. As long as he protests, the referee's decision will be in his favor."

"That's why he couldn't beat us and Boston in the finals." Louis said sadly, "Because the referee listens to me more, and Boston doesn't care who the referee listens to. Hard fists are the truth."

A minute later, Wilson's defense forced a tragic turnover.

He rushed forward like a gust of wind, but was blocked by Jordan.

But Bird followed closely and picked up the ball for a layup.

Jordan ignored Bird and stared at Wilson with a chilling aura: "This is Game 8 between you and me!"

At this time, Wilson, who usually got along well with him, turned into a fussy bastard. He said harshly: "Michael, are you bad at math or have a bad memory? Isn't this Game 12?"

"Have you forgotten that I sent you and your team home for fishing in just four games in 1988?"

When Wilson walked past Jordan, he suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, no, it was at your home court. I dominated you at the Memorial Stadium, so you were already at home at the time."

"Stop talking trash to each other." Tomjanovich was really afraid that the two would fight like they did in the finals.

Wilson looked over coldly; "Rudy, do your own thing."

Tomjanovich was stunned. Wilson had no respect for him.

Only then did he understand.

Only in front of Louis is Wilson a good and obedient player.

For other coaches, it's a thorn in the side that's hard to tame.

Jordan then became serious, calling for the ball from the tragedy master, facing Wilson, and responded with a pull-up three-pointer from the left wing.

12 to 11

The blue team took the lead with this goal.

After Wilson broke through, he was blocked by Ewing's defense. He made a sudden mistake and the pass was destroyed by Jordan.

The tragedy maker was about to launch a fast break, but Bird stood in front of him and caused an offensive foul.

"What kind of offensive foul is this?" The tragedy master repeated his old trick.

Bird stared at the referee as if he wanted to eat someone: "Try to take the penalty back again!"

Tomjanovich wanted to give each of them a technical foul, but at this time he could only pretend that he didn't hear anything and just left.

"A game of this level," Zhao Yuanzheng looked around, "is actually being held in a rubbish arena with no spectators or even air conditioning?"

Louis was fascinated, just like the coaches of the blue and white teams.

This kind of game does not require coaching.

Just leave the game to the players and they will give the answer.

Louis believes that no other team in the world can allow the Dream Team to compete with this intensity.

But in his heart, a swollen ambition was envisioning the seemingly impossible.

Is this team really unbeatable?

Louis asked himself.

The answer is yes.

Even if the best players from other countries in the world are brought together to form a world team, they are still no match for them.

This answer frustrated Louis.

What made him even more frustrated was that he suddenly discovered that he would rather lead a team to defeat them than coach this team.

As a result, his frustration doubled.

Because there's no way he can build a team that's good enough to beat them.