The Rest, Only Noise

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Louie and Pat Riley, their strategies are both directed at the defensive end.

Because they don't have absolute certainty about whether they can beat the opponent by letting the team go all out to attack.

Therefore, the Lakers use the long-arm forest to block the penalty area to control the pass, forcing the opponent to keep the ball and hit the mid-range - the Celtics are precisely the jumper team with a lot of ball-handling and mid-range pulls.

The Lakers used a luxurious lineup to guide the Celtics to jump shots, and the Celtics chose a transition lineup with full offensive firepower: Thomas started the ball quickly, Ainge, Laimbeer, and Long were all three-pointers, and Maxwell was Of all the teams making the playoffs, the best wing.

If you don't know enough about his style, you can imagine him as a stronger version of Zhai Xiaochuan with enhanced ball-handling ability.

In fact, Louis wanted to compare Abdusalamu to Maxwell, but Maxwell did not have the Inzaghi-like ability to seize opportunities that Abdusalamu had. Moreover, his three-point shot has never been a sign, although he said he would practice, but in the end he only practiced a ghost.

This lineup, the defense is very weak, especially the interior defense.

If the Lakers boldly attack the Celtics' penalty area, the Green Army will probably not be able to hold it.

Louie is betting that the Lakers can't use their talent to break down their interior defense, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, who can do it, has gone to rest.

Magic saw at a glance how weak the Celtics' interior defense was. Against John Long, he dribbled the ball with his hands low, and then pulled the ball behind his back to change direction.

It's just a change of direction that doesn't seem that powerful, and it actually swayed Lang one meter away.

The magician's pulling the ball behind his back and changing direction, in Louie's view, is a unique move comparable to Iverson's swaying left and right. Iverson wins in the amplitude and explosiveness of the shaking, while the magician is completely advantaged by his physique.

His range is not large, but his body is already very large, and he doesn't seem to shake much. In front of the defender, it is no less than the "killing change" of any master changer.

Then there is his outstanding touch and the ability to synergize his hands and feet that should not be his size. Lang was swayed, and the magician stepped on the free throw line and jumped up. Before finishing the attack, his right hand holding the ball gave After four or five hints of "I'm going to pass the ball" from Laimbeer and Maxwell, they succeeded in making the two brothers have scruples, and the defense was not in place. Instead, he penetrated the defense alone.

23 to 24

"Is this defense serious?" Louie growled.

"What are you guys doing?"

Louis almost rushed into the arena and punched Ranbir: "Bill, do you want me to change a skirt for you? Are you defending? You weren't as gentle as you just now when the door-to-door mounted paper touched my bird!"

Ranbir's face was red, and he didn't dare to look at Louis at all.

Tomjanovich asked in a low voice, "Did you dare to say that because Lorraine didn't come?"

Louie gave him an angry "you know it all" look.

Thomas responded immediately to the Lakers.

His personal friendship with the magician was something that Louis had never imagined.

Today, he specifically told Thomas that he and Magic are forbidden from kissing each other's cheeks before games.

Thomas was initially puzzled and resentful, but when he saw Magic blow up their defenses, making the audience furious, he began to understand Louie's request.

Perhaps the personal relationship between the Celtics and Lakers players wasn't so bad.

But in the big context, it's like a war between two countries. If two people meet on the battlefield on behalf of their own country, can they show mercy because of their personal relationship?

With disdain for the Lakers' spider web, Thomas dribbled sharply to the left wing for a jumper.

Ranbir Maxwell's pick-and-roll contribution can be regarded as making up for the mistake just now.

Wilkins got a shot from the high post, and Maxwell, who was his matchup, almost retreated into the paint.

This humiliation made him angry.

Wilkins chose a high jumper, which felt stiff and couldn't get in at a glance.

The offensive rebound was grabbed by Magic, who passed the ball to Wilkes. Wilks has a reputation for shooting as smooth as silk, so at one point he swivels Angie, who has been switched in front of him.

He dribbled the ball straight to the basket.

Then, Angie, who was catching up from behind, fouled him viciously from behind and turned him to the ground.

"!%@%..."

When Laimbeer and Ainge are on the floor at the same time, if there is no conflict in the game, the Celtics are weak.

Angie's foul on Wilks sparked the Lakers' ire.

Wilkes made one of two free throws, and in the next round, Laimbeer was also viciously committed.

Hatred of each other, anger flooded the stadium.

Fans roaring "niggers", they want Celtics **** to kill Lakers niggas.

"Nigger" here is a cathartic tone particle, just like the group of people in the game who threatened to hunt your mother, they didn't really want to hunt your mother, the "your mother" in their mouths is just a nihilistic existence .

Laimbeer missed all two free throws, and Magic wanted to break fast and was directly fouled by Maxwell's tactics.

Maxwell's foul left a blood-red handprint on Magician's body, and he complained, "Don't get too excited, man!"

Captivated by hatred and Louie's will, Maxwell knows that Magic has good intentions, but he must not be friends with any **** wearing a Lakers jersey right now.

He said like a bully, "I **** care about you so much!"

This Celtic team under Louis has never appeared in history.

No Celtics are more talented than them, no Celtics are more hated than them, and no Celtics can gather Bird, Thomas, Laimbeer, Ainge and Karl have a "dirty, bad, black, ruthless" lineup that no second team in history can match.

Playing around with people like that, it's hard to be clean.

Either be assimilated, or appear to be arrogant on the surface, and show an ugly face when the situation is critical.

In the playoffs, when the two sides are torn apart, when the whole country is watching you, when blacks hate whites, and whites hate blacks, the game is no longer a simple game.

A terrible war is imminent, a magician's smile can purify California, can make him a hero in "Midsummer Night", can play 5p with whites, blacks, Asians, Latins in one night, but he can't Let your opponent be merciful.

The Celtics beat the Lakers with terrifying intensity and intensity.

Half down, 39 to 34 lead by 5 points.

Riley called a timeout.

He roared furiously: "You guys are like a bunch of bullied nerds!"

"Real men are supposed to get their dignity back on the court, but I don't see you doing that! What do you think we're doing? Playing games? It's a game, but it's not a game, look at those **** in Boston! They know what is this!"

Riley's anger returned to anger, except to replace the old and frail Wilkes who could no longer adapt to the intensity of the finals with Rambis, there was no other arrangement.

Off the court for the Celtics, Louie said with a smile: "I want to say to some people, don't think that after a fight on the court, I can forgive you for that series of bad defenses at the beginning of the second quarter. Let's not talk about that now, we will settle the account with you after the game!"

When Louis said this, he kept his eyes on Ranbir.

Ranbir deftly used laughter to defuse Louie's murderous aura.

"Obviously the Lakers have a lot of confidence in their talent, just like we have no confidence in your ability to protect the rim, when Ralph rests on the court, the willingness of other teams to attack the basket will greatly increase. The data can prove it.”

Louis saw that the pause was about to end, and stopped talking nonsense.

"From now on, any Lakers player, remember, any one -- as long as they want to shoot from 20 feet away, let him!"

Referee O'Donnell shouted, "littlelu, time out is over!"

"Use your strength, confrontation, the greatest malice in the world!" Louie said fiercely, "Stop them from attacking the basket!"

After they returned to the game, Louie said to the others sitting off the court, "That's the same for you, no matter who you are on the court, the most important task is to stop them from scoring inside, which is an iron rule! Whoever gives me a discount on this matter~www.novelmt.com~ will lose the chain!" Louis bared his teeth like a vicious dog guarding food, "I'll **** him!"

Not far away, the owner of the Celtics saw Louis with a grim expression.

"Lu doesn't seem to be in a good mood tonight," Gaston said.

Auerbach beside him sneered: "Look at this guy, you can't just look at the surface, you can't see anything on the surface."

"You mean, he's acting?" Gaston asked in disbelief.

"I'm not sure, if he's really angry, it's not incomprehensible." Auerbach couldn't stand the smell of the home court himself. "The garden vents are hell!"

Louis was indeed irritable today, and, moreover, was hit by Auerbach. His mood is closely related to the game environment.

He was wearing an expensive suit and smelled the most unpleasant smell in the world, and the sweltering environment would even stir people's emotions.

So, if he sees something that doesn't go his way, his negative emotions will go straight out.