The Rest, Only Noise

"Do you **** know how many complaints I've received?!"

Auerbach's loud voice almost deafened Louis.

Louie picked his ears, "What are you complaining about? Isn't it called a timeout?"

"Damn, how many more time-outs are you calling to kill you? Did you know that you need to put in commercials during the live broadcast? Did you know that they always insert ads during the pauses? Did you know that the ads are broadcast during the game. The number of advertisements is related to the advertising fee? Who will watch advertisements except for the game time?”

Auerbach's face was like the dog's leg of a capitalist, and Louis could only spread his hands: "So, is the alliance putting pressure on it?"

"Who's going to have a hard time with money?"

"Money is a bastard!"

Unless they're willing to share the advertising dollars with Louie, Louie doesn't care more about the league losing advertising dollars because they don't call a timeout than the fluidity of the game.

Auerbach shivered with anger when he heard Louis say that money is a bastard.

He remembered how ugly Louie's face was in order to get more money before, and now he is talking such nonsense with red lips and white teeth.

"Are you going to be mad at me before giving up?" Auerbach stopped smoking cigars. "Do you know how much my blood pressure has gone up because of you these days? I'm **** dizzy right now!"

"I'll call 911 for you."

Turns out, Louis really wanted to call 911, but Auerbach was just acting.

Louie realized that he was using his talent in the wrong place, and instead of playing intrigue with other general managers in the office, it was better to test the waters of the show business.

If the acting skills pass the test and the media appreciates it, then a movie like "Old Boy" will not be able to legally have a skin-to-skin relationship with Elizabeth Olsen...

"You're old, don't get angry at every turn, and I think it's time for you to think about the future." Louis avoided the topic.

Anyway, Auerbach scolded him not once or twice.

Amazingly, Auerbach scolded, reminded, reminded, and never forcibly interfered with Louis' work.

What's even more amazing is that although Louie is shouted by everyone in the coaching circle, he has a high reputation in the higher-level management.

Because he is young enough and has sharp scouting skills, the players he has been interested in since his debut are the prospective All-Star players such as John Long and Sleep Floyd who average 20 points per game.

If a professional sports manager who debuted at 40 can stay in the industry for 30 years.

That, 24-year-old Louie, played a major role in the Celtics rebuilding effort, is taking a monster 73-win team to the playoffs.

Question: How long will his career last?

Assuming he debuted in 1950, he was "only" 68 until 2000.

Hot knowledge: Auerbach was born in 1917 and is 67 years old this year.

This is the beauty of being young, especially in a career like management and coaches, which do not depend on age, but only on ability and brain capacity.

If you have real talent and learn, and you are smart enough, you can stay in this field for a long time.

Louie's future is widely optimistic.

So Auerbach is also very worried that he will not be able to keep this good seedling in the future.

Hearing Louis taking the initiative to care about himself, Auerbach followed his words and said, "Did you know that my general manager contract expires this year?"

"Mr. Gaston's contract extension should have been delivered to you long ago?" Louie didn't believe they would not renew Auerbach, or let him retire.

Moreover, he has the impression that Auerbach gradually faded out of the line in the 1990s.

Auerbach smiled mysteriously: "Yes, but I refused, you are right, I am old, I should think about a way out."

No way? Louis couldn't help asking: "Are you going to retire?"

This question made Auerbach see Louis' ambitions.

If it was Jane Volcker, his first reaction would have been to ask him to stay, detailing how much this team needed him and how much it couldn't live without him.

Louis's first reaction was surprise, and then confirmed.

He wondered if he was really going to abdicate.

"It can't be said to be retirement. I will continue to serve as the chairman of the team, but the job of general manager will be handed over to Jane." Auerbach smiled flatly, "He is a little older than you, not as big as me, You should be happy to work together."

Louis laughed without saying a word.

Don't be the general manager, but continue to be the team president?

It's like in 1966 he ceded the head coaching job to Russell and focused on being general manager.

Moving from the front to the back, Russell's excellent leadership and Auerbach's mastermind behind him doesn't mean he has the same worries as other coaches in the league. So he could lead the team to two more championships while being both a head coach and a core player, and then the Celtics entered the 1970s. The nightmare of Heinsohn and others has come. Just like the mission of Kobe James’ generation is to dispel the ghost of Chicago, Heinsohns have never been able to downplay Auerbach’s influence in Boston.

Now, Auerbach took another step back, leaving the general manager to Volcker and becoming the chairman of the next level.

I ask, will the Celtics management perform an operation without Auerbach?

The answer is not known.

Auerbach must have given up part of his power, but the most important decision-making power, the hammer that sets the tone, is still firmly in his hands.

Someday in the future, when Louie or Volcker is going to make a big deal, if he doesn't agree, it can't be done.

So, the Celtics are still Auerbach's team.

"Lu, what are you thinking?" Auerbach asked.

"I was wondering if I should call a timeout tonight." Louie laughed.

Auerbach said with a sullen face: "Will calling a timeout kill you?"

"Although this has affected advertising revenue, smooth games have increased viewership. I believe that when the league signed a contract with CBS, there should be relevant clauses. For example, when the viewership rate of our game reaches a certain value, we should There are corresponding rewards.”

"What if not?"

"If not," Louie scoffed mercilessly, "it's only Larry O'Brien's mental retardation, David Stern's incompetence, and all the bosses and negotiating consultants who are idiots."

Auerbach smiled and shook his head: "Your mouth!"

Why didn't he notice that Louie's mouth stinks so much? Also, he stinks quite rightly.

Who the **** made him like this?

Don't think about it carefully, if you think about it, it will be very scary.

Because there is only one answer, Louis is now successful and has no fear, and no longer needs to hide his true nature.

K.C. Jones said that Louis had different faces to different people, and that Auerbach had seen two faces of Louis. He wasn't sure which one was the real Louis.

Maybe not. He is a hypocritical person, and he is also a person who can't figure out what his real self is.

Only such a person can meet thousands of people and have thousands of faces.

About the game, Auerbach didn't want to talk to him, he also wanted to understand, no longer care whether Louie called a timeout or not, whether it would ruin the opponent's coach if he didn't call a timeout to play a weak team, let alone the league's efforts for it. economic losses.

"Lu, you have done an excellent job."

Auerbach abruptly dropped the subject, as if he were negotiating seriously.

"Oh..." He pretended to be stupid.

"72 wins is unprecedented, and in another 10 years, it is estimated that there will not be any." Auerbach held a cigar in his hand, which was his attitude when he made a decision.

His dark and deep eye bags are surrounded by a pair of sharp eyes that see people: "Even if you don't win the championship this year, I will give you a contract according to the highest standard in the market."

Louis' eyes instantly moistened: "Thank you, Reed."

"I can say that I watched you grow up, and I know what you are capable of." Auerbach believes this is the best time. "Your future is limitless."

Louie seemed very emotional.

"Then... I'm going to supervise the training of those bastards." Louis looked at a loss, and found an excuse to slip away.

He met Walker outside the office.

Seeing Louis' red eyes, Volker thought he was scolded by Auerbach and cried.

"Lu, Reed is in a bad mood recently..."

"Congratulations, Mr. Jane." There were tears in Louis' eyes, "You can finally show off your grand plans."

Having said that, he continued to move forward.

When his eyes were staggered from Walker, and when there was no second person in front of him, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, which were tears without any emotion.

He was still moved a second ago, but now he has returned to normal.

As soon as he got to the field, he saw Ranbir sitting there drinking beer.

Louie picked up a ball and threw it at him: "You bastard! There's a game to play tonight, what the **** are you doing?"

"Coach, didn't I keep my energy so I could do my best to kill those trashy fish in Washington." Laimbeer's ability to open his mouth to make excuses was the strongest among the people Louis had ever met.

"Okay! You better get more than 25 points tonight. If you don't get it, I'll put anesthesia in your dinner and throw you into the **** club!"

"No way, coach!"

Ranbir wailed.

It's hard to say which one is the real Louis, the frivolous and conceited LittleLu in front of the media? A **** who is arrogant and does not understand manners in the eyes of his opponent? A coach who has no quality in the eyes of the players, swears words, and speaks a yellow accent faster than Chamberlain hits base? Or the rebellious young man in front of Auerbach?

Or is it this person?

Tomjanovich habitually brought Louis a bottle of Coke~www.novelmt.com~ Louis took it and smiled: "Thank you, Rudy, this thing always effectively relieves my anger."

A reliable colleague in the eyes of Tomjanovich, he respects everyone in the coaching staff, carefully considers their opinions, and doesn't give them too much work, just let everyone do what they are good at and perform their own duties. .

Louis took Coke and went back to his office to listen to the message.

There was only one message, it was from his girlfriend Lorraine.

"I'm going to the garden to watch the game tonight, you will definitely see me in that familiar position, and God can't stop me!"

Louie replied with a smile: "I've asked the security guards in the garden to remember your season ticket number, and they all recognize you, they won't let you in. Malena, at least tonight, I'm bigger than God ."