The Rest, Only Noise

Karl Malone can't understand why so many routines have evolved from what seems to be such an ordinary pick-and-roll.

The Knicks' pick-and-roll was like math for him.

He thought McHale was going to run the high pick-and-roll down to the low post again to find the wrong spot, but this guy ran down to the basket and used his flexibility to hit Mark Eaton.

Few dare to do that.

Eaton's restricted area deterrent is the best in the league, but he is brave.

Moreover, it is not the kind that looks reckless, but comes to the basket with certainty, and then uses various offensive methods that seem reluctant, but are actually very easy.

When Malone was familiar with this routine, it changed again.

This time, it was changed to a high pick-and-roll, and the left and right wings were indiscriminately catching the ball and shooting.

McHale's versatility allows him to catch and score from anywhere. There was nothing Malone and his teammates could do about it.

More and Louie's trash talk.

"Karl, do you have a tingling feeling in your scalp? If you have, I understand. After all, Kevin's style of play is too shameless. He doesn't play against you at all. He always uses pick-and-rolls to find opportunities and score directly. Not very angry? Do you want to do something to change the status quo?"

As soon as Louis' words came out, Malone nodded again and again.

"Honestly, you can't do anything." Louis brutally reminded Malone of a fact.

"Because you don't have a pick-and-roll, you don't have a good teammate, and more importantly, you don't have John Stockton, and Kevin has it, so he can blow you up easily."

Malone didn't want to waste time listening to his well-known nonsense: "I don't want to listen to you **** anymore, my teammates are just as good. Can pass the ball to me too."

"Well, but still not as good as Stockton."

"are you crazy!"

The referee Jack Ness stared at Louie again: "Shut your mouth, Lu."

"Jack, don't be so sensitive, you know? I'm also studying some psychology recently. I feel that there must be some problems with Karl Malone's psychology. As a kind person, I feel obligated to help him, and I want to enlighten him. He, let him know it's all going to pass. No matter how bad things are here... But wouldn't you feel guilty and remorseful if you didn't let me talk to him and made him sicker?"

Louie makes Tomjanovich laugh by pinning the guilt out of thin air on Nice.

His laughter was too harsh, too strong.

Even Deng Chao in "The Mermaid" heard the bell smirk after he walked out of the police station, it couldn't compare.

I don't know what the reason is, and I don't know what the rules are.

Jack Ness angrily calls Louie two technical fouls.

Louie was expelled for the first time in his coaching career.

However, to be fair, he didn't do anything too much. Even if he was flirting with Ma Long, it was a slight flirtation. If Nice insisted that he shut up, he would shut up too.

"Are you serious?" Louis couldn't believe it.

Malone cheered loudly, feeling that God opened his eyes and heard his prayer.

Louie's reaction was intense, because he really didn't do anything that warranted being called for two technical fouls in a row. If he was expelled like this, he would definitely not be convinced.

The referee's whistle has been blown, the penalty has been issued, and the result cannot be changed.

Even if he is wrong, he can only wait until the end of the game to pursue his fault. This is the influence of the referee.

In theory, they could throw a key player from one of the teams out of the game in a Finals tiebreaker, thus breaking the balance between the two sides.

Although no referee has ever dared to do such a thing, you have to know that they can.

If some day in the future some crazy gambling dog who loses the game kidnaps the entire family of the referee and asks him to blow the black whistle, things may happen.

"Jack, I won't let it go."

Louie to Jack Ness before leaving.

The audience at the Salt Palace sent him off with the loudest cheers since the opening.

It's hard to find another visiting coach with so many followers.

Everyone likes to see Louis unlucky.

After Louie left, who went crazy?

The answer is Benjamin Wilson.

Tonight, he was placed at the shooting guard position, and his touch off the ball is already quite hot, but his physique is slender, lacking in confrontation, and his movement is not as well-organized as Dale Ellis, and he is extremely good among swingmen. Pace and agility, when placed in the NBA's old guard group, is like an elk falling into the trap of a hunter, and even when he breaks through, he is afraid to land the ball with confidence.

Therefore, I am often afraid of being caught in a hurried shot when I get rid of it. When I make a breakthrough, I hurriedly do not plan a breakthrough route. I often plunge into the crowd and I don’t know how to throw it. But fortunately, the talent is indeed outstanding. He always gets some points.

Therefore, in today's Wilson, scoring methods are no longer complicated, and the most important ones are the ones that make up the most - catch and shoot without the ball, pass the ball from teammates in the fast break, and then use the size to end in transition.

There are many problems with him right now, but none of them are serious enough to affect his ability to play.

He can be a dangerous player when he gets emotional, like that 50-point game against the Celtics.

You know, he often comes emotional.

One of the things Louie values ​​about him is that he played peak Tracy McGrady-style games with the attitude of Kevin Garnett in the NCAA and high school.

Louie came off at the end of the first quarter, with Wilson sitting off the court.

He watched as the coach he respected only amused his colleagues by saying a few quips to the referee, and the referee thought that Louie was making fun of him on purpose.

Not to mention whether Louis made fun of him, even if he did, he wouldn't be called two technical fouls, would he?

Wilson started to get angry.

When Tomjanovich took command, he basically followed Louis' tactics.

But there is one difference with Louis.

Louie likes to let McHale blow up Malone's offense in a fancy way. Tomjanovich doesn't play with his opponent's mentality. He just wants to win the game slowly and steadily. So he pays attention to the offense that blossoms inside and outside, which is the original appearance of the system.

Wilson took the initiative to fight, and Tomjanovich let him start in the second quarter.

At the beginning of the second quarter, the Knicks called Wilson the waist ISO. Facing Bob Hansen's focus and biting the lower plate, he turned his back, leaned to find space, and quickly turned over.

There is a strange phenomenon about Wilson, he is not afraid of these wings that are about his height, or taller than him.

What he fears are the small defenders who are short and strong enough to hold his bottom plate and have all kinds of small moves that threaten his ball.

He is often switched over by some short defenders when calling the pick-and-roll, and he can't move the ball smoothly, and he can't get rid of the embarrassment without the ball-this is a problem of strength and insufficient skills, so Louis often said, when he Being able to deal with the smaller guys as you please is pretty much another level of player.

Facing the Jazz's starting No. 2 Hansen, Wilson was not in a panic. His teammates cleared the right wing to give him a heads-up. He continuously moved the opponent's center of gravity with probing steps, tricking Hansen into shaking his defense, breaking through, and making an emergency stop at the bottom line, which was solved in an instant. .

Louie watched the game afterward on the TV in the locker room.

Wilson's shot put him in a good mood.

Many of his problems are true, but those problems are destined to be solved in the future.

As far as this ball is concerned, Wilson's offensive awareness has been completed.

Concise, fast, and precise, those who are familiar with the six-time Bulls and the two-time Lakers should be no strangers to Jordan Kobe's starting style. The second task that all super scorers have to do is how to make themselves more hidden and concise.

Wilson was young and already understood the truth of the epee without a sharp edge.

He always uses the most direct, most effective, and least energy-intensive method to attack.

Such awareness and **** of technology cannot be taught.

When Jordan and Kobe were young, they were all beasts with sharp and sharp arrows, but when they were around 30 years old and led the team to win the championship, they were too lazy to even move the ball. They just integrated into the game at ordinary times, and it was time to take over - Che Out-catch-quick adjustment immediately connect to a tentative step or post-cut to the rim or a dry pull.

Because they are a strong solution and a bottom-up weapon in a tactic, they usually have to devote themselves to the system to make the team run smoothly. When the critical moment is not smooth, they will come back out of nothing - so they should be concise enough and consume the least foreplay and pre-resources, so that they can be used anytime, anywhere. Able to pick up a heads-up; it must be fast and violent, as quiet as a virgin and as a rabbit, so that there is no chance of double-teaming.

That's exactly how Wilson played before entering the NBA.

In the Knicks, Louie worked **** his off-ball skills and asked him to cut down on heads-up.

His singles accounted for a low percentage of points, and those off-ball offenses taught him that sometimes scoring can be easy.

So, it only took him two months to walk the road that Jordan and Kobe took years to do.

Next, Wilson's touch starts to explode.

A three-pointer in the frontcourt, a pick-and-roll from Ewing at the top of the arc, and a false pass to confuse the defense to a three-pointer; then the backcourt push~www.wuxiaspot.com~ jumped and pulled on Hansen's head, and the opponent also helped His waist hit, but it was useless—it had nothing to do with technique, just a display of talent.

In the fourth quarter, Wilson rushed in with the ball to face Mark Eaton's defense, and when he scored 2+1 on the mammoth's head and was lifted up by McHale, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

That smile gives people a feeling.

I can't control myself anymore.

It was his second big game in his rookie season.

No second person on the Knicks can play this offense.

McHale's ceiling is a superstar, and Ewing's offense will never get to that level, let alone anyone else.

And that's just Wilson in his rookie season.

"The expedition, go and tell Rudy, let Benj not fight too crazy!" Louie was worried about the injury.

The rookie who is playing the state is afraid of this.