The Rest, Only Noise

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Rohaus was the closest to the battlefield, he quickly stepped forward and hugged Oakley.

McHale was in a stable mood. Even if he was upset by being hit with a ball, he didn't intend to expand the incident.

Louis behaved indifferently, and after Luo Haosi controlled him, the idlers gradually came to appease him.

"Have you finished the match?" Louis asked.

As their representative, Ewing said: "I think this matter is more important."

"Wait until you come to the rescue, Kevin's brains will be blown out, okay?"

Tomjanovich inexplicably felt a chill in the back of his head, as if the fist fell on his face again 11 years ago.

"That's too much of you!" said Tomjanovich displeased.

"Talk to lose weight with me, I'm foolishly eating bread that's worse than pig food, and you're eating a double-layer beef burger by yourself, who is more excessive?"

"I…"

"If I have a bad temper, you have already returned to the ICU, do you know?"

Louis stood on the moral high ground to denounce Tomjanovich, and then ruthlessly drove away the onlookers.

"In this game, the outcome has already been decided."

Louie looked at McHale: "Kevin, what should you do?"

"As for you, shameful bastard, come to my office!"

Louis snorted coldly.

"And you!" Louis glared at Tomjanovich, "Go buy me a hamburger as a reward!"

"No problem, what flavor do you want?"

"You and I have worked together for so many years, don't you even know my taste? You can figure it out!"

Zhao Yuanzheng asked something that shouldn't be asked: "Coach, don't you want to lose weight?"

The oxygen in the air seemed to be pulled out instantly.

Everyone felt suffocated.

"I understand. Compared with losing weight, eating a good meal is the most important thing. You can't just refuse delicious food to lose weight. You will get depressed. Coach Lu, today's meal is your cheat meal!"

"That's right, Xiao Zhao, you really understand me!"

Louis finally looked at Oakley: "Do you want to stay here and fight, or go to my office to explain the problem?"

Oakley could lose his temper to anyone, but it was impossible to Louis.

Angry Louie was the scariest carbon-based creature he'd ever seen.

When Louis came to the office, Oakley was about to speak.

"You take it easy and don't talk until my dinner is delivered."

What is the most embarrassing thing in the world? Being called by the head teacher to drink tea in the teaching office, but the other party didn't say a word, creating an unspeakable atmosphere and destroying you psychologically.

Louis had been tortured like this many times before crossing.

So now his mouth is harder than Da Sima, so he doesn't speak.

"coach…"

"Shut up."

Oakley sat there, dissatisfied with McHale having turned into fear of Louie.

It took Tomjanovich 11 minutes to bring Louie's burger.

The aroma of roasted meat came from the beef interlayer of the bread.

Louis felt that he might be the happiest person in the world.

"You said that I am also a person, big and small, and I have the urge to cry after eating a hamburger. What do you think I am working so hard for? Isn't the purpose of life in this world is to enjoy? Why should I want to eat like this?" Burgers all carry the rewards of a sinful mind?"

Tomjanovich looked flattering: "Lu, your figure is the best I've ever seen, and you don't need to lose weight at all."

"well…"

Even if everyone in the world is complaining about Louie's belly, he won't blink.

However, one night before the training camp, when Lorraine was slapping Louie on the bed, he suddenly said: "Honey, you should lose weight, how many times have Lun's steamed buns hit your fat? "

That was the most collapsed time since Louis traveled.

He disarmed on the spot.

"Coach Lu, can I go?" Oakley naively thought that Louis only had fish memories.

"Stop for me!" Louis scolded, "You stinky and shameless bastard, you can't afford to lose, you're **** the outside and soft on the inside, don't you **** think this is all about it? forget it?"

It's all Oakley's fault, Louis feels that his quality is low.

"You talk." Tomjanovich chose to avoid it.

Louie had given Oakley so much time to reflect that he had already figured out how to defend himself.

"Coach, I am also a player, and I also want to be called out by the DJ when the game starts." Oakley's thoughts are common to all players. "I don't want to play 20 minutes at an age where I can play 40 minutes."

His request is reasonable.

On any team without a star four, Oakley could start.

But not in the Knicks.

The Knicks only need his fists and the rebound protection he can provide when he is a murderous tight end. When there is a conflict on the court, he can be the first to save the field.

Fighting was indeed a very important task in the first few years when Louis first arrived in New York.

As far as punching Oakley, everyone has an advantage. Louis undoubtedly regards him as the team's long-term plan.

But today is different from the past. In this era, Ino Sora Cang, who is popular all over the country, is just a mediocre child-faced superpower, and today's Knicks, the need for Oakley to fight is not as urgent as in the past.

Because they are really all villains now.

"I understand, Oak," said Louis, "I understand your wish, but I cannot grant your wish."

There was some frustration on Oakley's face.

"I can tell you the truth, even if Kevin dies in training camp, you won't be the starting four in the new season."

Those words hit Oakley right in the chest.

Like poor Spinks, he was hit hard by Tyson and couldn't get back up.

"What do you mean, I can only play as a substitute?" Oakley asked unwillingly, "I can only **** sit on the bench as a beast forever?"

Louis asked seemingly ruthlessly: "Don't you think this is the way to maximize your value? You are a top-notch student, and all I can do is let you do what you are good at."

"I don't think I can do it, coach." Oakley said excitedly, "I'm still young and I can play for many years. I don't want to sit on the court all the time!"

Louis asked: "Even if it is to continue to win the championship, can't it?"

"I have a championship, Coach Lu." Oakley's current situation is the secret of the collapse of those teams that failed to defend the championship title.

In Louie's previous life, Pat Riley called this phenomenon "sickness".

He wants more possessions, he wants more playing time, he wants more rebounds, he wants more contracts — these are the appeals of the heart that tear apart great teams.

This is also the biggest difference between the salary cap era and the pre-salary cap era.

In the pre-salary cap era, rich teams could use big contracts to motivate the bench to work hard.

In the salary cap era, every contract symbolizes the player's level within the team.

Players who identify with their own class will play well.

Players who don't agree will quickly dissipate.

That speed is faster than the fans themselves imagined.

"So, I can understand that as long as you can start, even if you can't win the championship, you can accept it, right?"

Louis asked seriously.

Oakley didn't know what his next answer meant.

Be traded? Or Louie's stormy rage?

Whatever it was, Louie gave him enough time to think, and he figured he could live with any consequences.

"Coach, I've tasted winning, it's sweet, but I want to fight for myself now."

Louis was silent for half a minute.

He knew New York would lose Oakley before long.

And, they will lose more people for the same reason.

"Oke, I do not think there is anything improper in your request. You deserve it, and I understand it."

What does this mean? Louie doesn't look like he's going to grant his wish.

"I'll give you two choices." Louie said, "One, play seriously, give your all and make a good name for yourself, and if a team wants you, I'll make a deal and send you to New York. A place to start."

"Second, endure a season like Dell, no matter how much time I give you, what kind of tactical position, you have to play with all your strength as long as you play. When the season is over, I will send you away and guarantee that you will be in the new team. Get a starter, and, you're going to win a second ring."

Louis smiled and said: "These two options, no matter which one you choose, are a win-win for everyone. If you don't want these, and show resistance, or even become a cancer in the locker room and affect the team's chemical reaction, I don't think so. There is a third option."

Oakley listened carefully.

"If you want to compete for cooperation, I will make you disappear completely. I guarantee you will not even get a second of playing time, and I will send you to the Los Angeles Clippers at the end of the season, and then wish you luck .”

Louie gave Oakley the option.

He is torn between options one and two.

Three is impossible, he has no reason to fall out with the team, he just wants to have a better future for himself.

"Coach~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know." Oakley begged, "Please help me make a decision."

"If I were you, I would choose the second."

Louis said with reason: "You have just signed a new contract, so there is no need to increase your value with performance in the short term. If you choose the second one, I will still regard you as an important member of the team and rely on you in many cases. .The current situation, needless to say, you should also understand that unless we kill ourselves, no team can stop us from defending the championship. If you get your second ring as a major player in New York, no matter where you go They're going to respect you like a champion."

"That's all I'll say, and the rest is up to you to decide."

What Oakley wanted was a certain future.

Louis has shown the way.

He has no reason to reject this man.

"Coach, I'm staying and finishing the season."

Louie said with expectation: "I hope you will let the fans see the best of you like Dell did last year."

"I definitely will!"