The Rest, Only Noise

"First it was Portland."

The first team Louis analyzed was the Blazers, which, he knew, was the team Sampson was most interested in.

"From the perspective of winning the championship, the Blazers are the closest team to the championship. If you join them, their combat effectiveness will directly change qualitatively. Maybe even the Knicks will not be your opponent."

Sampson was drawn to the kind of prospect Louie described: "Coach, can you be more specific?"

"Of course." Even if Sampson didn't mention it, Louie would have been more specific, because Portland wasn't the best home for him. "MJ is the player with the most outstanding individual ability in the league, and Charles is the 4th position with the strongest offensive presence in the league. Your addition will cover up Charles' problems on the defensive end. Moreover, the Blazers' flank group will help you to the greatest extent possible. Dominate the restricted area."

Sampson was heartbroken.

"Sounds like Portland is the best option?"

"That's where being in Portland is in your favor."

"Is there any downside?"

"Of course, there are good and bad everywhere."

"Please explain in detail."

Sampson felt that if Portland's downside wasn't unacceptable, he felt like he didn't need to hesitate any longer.

"The first is the training intensity they are known for in the league, take us, the Knicks, for example. Normally, our training session is 30 minutes of shooting practice, 30 minutes of special practice, 30 minutes of tactical movement practice, 20 minutes of practice. Minutes for competition, 10 minutes for training."

Sampson nodded and said, "Very scientific distribution, worthy of the Knicks."

Louie laughed: "And Portland just takes two hours a day to shoot."

"Uh?"

Stars should be given preferential treatment, right? Sampson had a fluke.

"In addition, in order to motivate the role players, Coach Riley requires the core players in the team to take the lead in training and complete the daily training volume without compromise." Louis asked with a smile, "I don't know if you can bear this training volume. ?"

Sampson's back started to sweat, and the most important thing he's been able to maintain for that long is that there are very few injuries.

In addition to the training that he should have, what he pays most attention to is personal flexibility training, and this does not take long.

If he practiced at the intensity that Louie said, he felt that he would have to retire before the age of 35.

"Coach Riley has been transferred to general manager, does that mean... uh... uh...their training intensity will be reduced?"

Louie was not sure, but he just wanted to scare Sampson: "I'm no longer the coach of the Knicks, is the Knicks no longer the Knicks of the past?"

Sampson's fantasy is shattered by Louie.

"That's one of the hidden dangers of joining Portland."

"Is this just one of them?"

"Yes." Louie continued, "The second is Charles Barkley. He and Pat are irreconcilable. If you choose to join them, maybe Charles will stay because of this, but he will definitely become a problem for the team, so This is not a team that makes you feel comfortable."

"Any more?"

"Yes, assuming you are charismatic and can control the conflict between Charles and Pat," Sampson shook his head repeatedly, he couldn't control it. "Then you should be the No. 1 contender."

"Isn't that bad?"

"It's really good, and if you play as well as I imagined, you have a good chance of beating the Knicks."

Because of the loss of Wilson and Rodman, the Knicks are no longer a perfect team.

"However, the final FMVP may be MJ, or Charles."

Sampson asked unexpectedly, "Will I be the third pick?"

"Yes, because MJ will get the most comprehensive stats, and Charles will take your rebounding stats. At the awards ceremony, the judges will no doubt give that trophy to the one who has been in Portland for 11 years and finally achieved his dream of a championship. MJ, or the prodigal son, Charles, who brought Portland a second championship, is you in the end."

"Because you're just an old man from Boston, everyone knows you can't do it without you, but you already have the Finals MVP. All you want is championships, trophies, etc. Give it to those guys who have nothing, they need it more than you."

Sampson's mouth moved a few times, not knowing what to say.

"Aren't you unhappy?"

"A bit."

"Just a little bit?"

Sampson wondered if his thoughts were appropriate.

"To tell the truth, if I can win a championship, I am willing to endure the high-intensity training in Portland. This matter is more important than anything else." Go to a title contender that treats me as an absolute core."

Louie wisely didn't interrupt, he could see through Sampson's mind at a glance, but some things had to be said by the parties themselves.

Sampson continued: "I've been caught between Isiah and Larry for so many years, the media always said, Isiah was jealous of Larry and me, Isiah got nothing, but, I Why don't you get anything?"

"Can I understand that you're complaining, Ralph?"

"No, like you said, coach." Sampson said, "I'm not reconciled, I don't want to be told when I retire, I'm fortunate to be teammates with Larry and Isiah to achieve so much. I want a championship trophy with my name on the front and people can't say I can't do anything without Isiah and Larry."

Louis smiled with satisfaction: "So, you really can't go to Portland."

"I think so."

"Fortunately, you still have two options."

Sampson asked frustratedly, "Will Golden State and Miami be better than Portland?"

"From a championship perspective, no."

"But you can get the kind of status you want on these two teams."

"Golden State is a lot like Miami, they lack real superstars. Gary Payton is too aggressive and needs someone to get him on the gas. Pence has potential but is too young and needs time to grow, Don Nelson, you know, he's a very experienced coach, willing to give everything to get the chance to coach you, and he'll give you enough respect."

"Miami's situation is similar to Golden State. They are already the top team in the East, but they can't go further because they are blocked by the three-man wall of Manning, Ewing and Benj."

"Manning?"

Sampson asked, "That young man in Indiana?"

"Not young anymore."

"So...which of the two teams is better?"

Louie said with a smile: "Golden State's immediate combat capability is better, but their boss is not a rich person, so I would recommend you to join Miami."

Lewis Shafir, please accept my last ripples.

"The most important reason why I recommend Miami to you is that I have a close relationship with their president, Mr. Lewis Shafir, who often asks me some questions, and when necessary, I will provide some help within my ability. .I think this factor may be able to make up for some of Miami's lack of combat effectiveness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Besides, they have a very complete and deep lineup, Hank Gaithers is a very great power forward, does not account for The ball, the tough defense, he needs a superstar like you to guide him."

After listening to Louis's words, Sampson was a lot clearer about his next choice.

He knew where to choose.

At the same time, he did not forget to tease Louis: "Coach, I heard that you are looking for a new home. If you don't mind, maybe I can help you choose a good place."

Louie knew that Sampson was joking, so he followed his words and asked, "Wouldn't it be Houston?"

"Of course not, a place like Houston deserves a coach like you." Sampson's disparagement of Houston made Louie comfortable.

The team that dared to offer him five years and five million dollars is really not worthy of a coach like him.

Sampson said humorously: "I think the best team for you is the Miami Heat, because there is a complete lineup there, a president who is very close to you, and more importantly, there is me. Seriously. , I miss 1984, it was the most fulfilling year I've ever had, I don't need to worry about anything, under you, I just need to play with peace of mind, and I don't have to think about other things at all."

"By the way, I almost forgot to say the most important thing." Sampson pretended to raise his right hand over his head, "I swear, I am definitely more obedient than Patrick."