The Rest, Only Noise

Louie came back to the locker room from the hallway, and many people were celebrating, and they beat the Lakers again.

If you count the two games in the regular season, the Celtics are now on a four-game winning streak against the Lakers.

For opponents who have lost to themselves four times in a row, they believe that they will also lose to themselves the fifth time.

"If the regular season record can be counted in the playoffs, we'd have won the championship now." Laimbeer said arrogantly, "Los Angeles is nothing!"

Louis smiled at him: "If the regular season record can be counted into the playoffs, we don't even need to play the playoffs, so let's just award the prizes."

"Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"The playoffs weren't challenging at all!"

He looked excited, as if the championship was a certainty.

Most of the people in the locker room had similar ideas to Laimbeer, and Louis didn't pour cold water on them here, and it was conditional to pour cold water on them.

For example, the Celtics have signs of being defeated by the Lakers.

However, they won the Lakers four games in a row.

Even if Louie broke the news and stopped the group of people with a tantrum, they wouldn't believe that they would be bitten hard when they went to Los Angeles in a few days.

So Louie simply said nothing.

He also found a low mood in Isiah Thomas, who had clashed with Luiz in midfield.

He is at an absolute disadvantage. If the Celtics lose because he didn't play in the second half, he can still say a few words. Now, the team will still win the game without him.

It pained him and created an unwanted depression in his heart.

"Since you think the series is a win, I allow you to celebrate tonight. After tonight, everyone should be ready to go to Los Angeles to finish the Lakers."

"I hope BEATLA is not an empty phrase."

After Louis said it plainly, the stupid idiots led by Ranbir had already started shouting long live Louis.

This is something that refreshed the perceptions of K.C. Jones, Cowens, Thurmond, and Tomjanovich.

Let the players put down the pressure and celebrate before the finals are over? This is too dangerous!

So when the players left most of the time, K.C, as the second head of the coaching team, took the initiative to communicate with Louis: "Lu, is it too much for them to celebrate now?"

"Where did it go?"

"The series is not over yet, and now should be the time to adjust your state and keep your spirits up." K.C said worriedly, "We still have two tough battles to fight."

"No, not two."

Louis stretched out four fingers: "There are at least four tough games. If the Lakers are tough enough, it is not impossible to play all seven games."

"Then why did you..."

"I don't understand why you think it's a dangerous thing to let players relax." Louie will never understand martial law as soon as the playoffs arrive, prohibiting players from venting their unfinished feelings at the end of the game, and treating anyone with Be on high alert for things unrelated to the game.

Louie has always felt that as long as players take part in training seriously, come to the game on time, and do what they do in their spare time, it doesn't matter.

But some coaches don't think so.

They feel that NBA players are a group of shrewd people who seriously lack self-discipline and professionalism.

is this real?

If there were no exceptions, Louis might have believed it to be true.

But as far as he knew, there were at least two exceptions.

Exception one, in the 1993 Eastern Conference finals, Jordan had decided to retire to play baseball after winning that year's championship, in order to get rid of the "Michael Jordan" identity that made him restless for 24 hours. However, Pat Riley's New York gang is bent on bringing them down. Riley was swept by the ruthless Pistons in four games in the finals after injuring Cooper and Magic in 1989.

His Lakers career came to an end, and he himself fell in love with the Pistons' style. So, when he came to New York, he wisely gave up on ShowTime because he knew there was never, never, never the next magician. There is no ShowTime without magicians. The magician is ShowTime. So he can't expect ShowTime, which has made him successful in the past, to be successful again.

In fact, just thinking about how Ewing is going to play ShowTime makes one shudder.

The introduction of malicious fouls limited the Pistons' iron-fisted defense, but Riley saw the core and focus of this defensive system. Muscle sticks, physical contact, hand-to-hand combat everywhere, and a madman without fear of Jordan. So a team that rounded up the Bulls, especially against Jordan, was born. After two years, they played seven games with the Bulls in 1992, and the 1993 Eastern Conference finals went straight to the Bulls in two home games. To know that the team that can recover after losing two home games in a row is only the Lakers in 1969.

Affected by the image crisis brought about by the book "Jordan Rules", Jordan couldn't focus on the court. The Knicks' defense reminded him of the three years he was tortured by the Pistons... So, in the first three games of the Eastern Finals, the Knicks 2 Leading by 1, Jordan never shot more than 40 percent from the field, and was caught on a private jet to Atlantic City to gamble during the game. Everyone thought the Bulls were doomed, but in Game 4, Jordan hit 54 points on 60 percent shooting against the rudest defensive team ever.

It was the only "I'm going to rub you all" game that Louie had ever seen.

Another example is less complicated, still from the Bulls, no way, this is the non-modern team Lou knows best, and the only team that proves his concept. Rodman took the initiative to ask Zen Master during the finals to explain that he was about to be driven crazy by the status quo, and he had to vent. The Zen master surprisingly agreed, and Rodman appeared on the WWE stage.

Participating in WWE during the Finals?

Imagine if Chasing Egg Green also does this, Kumi will spray him out of the net.

These two examples are enough to provide some help for Louie's practice tonight. The game they should lose will not be lost because he let the players go crazy in the nightclub.

The game that they deserved to win, and it wasn't because this group of people went crazy in the nightclub, they couldn't win.

"If you're a group of fighters and you've just fought two battles, wouldn't you want to keep your nerves ready for the next battle in three days? Wouldn't you try your best to go to town and do some crazy things because you're very It’s possible that they won’t be able to come back alive in the next battle.” Louis gave an inappropriate analogy, “When they are done going crazy, they will still play seriously, and martial law in the playoffs will only bring more pressure and trouble to them. "

Louie is the head coach and what he says is what he does.

"If we lose..."

"I know," Louis laughed, "the press conference will be outlined."

Tomjanovich asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid?"

"If you're going to lead the team through this series, and if we lose a few of them, do you want the media to attack the players, put unnecessary pressure on them, or attack you?" Louie asked.

Cowens asked suspiciously, "So you did it for them..."

"Don't be funny! I'm not going to take it all alone, didn't they say we're going to win? Now that we're going to win, let's relax. If we go to Los Angeles and lose the battle, I'll be scolded by the media, these dogs. The **** won't be good either!" Louie's face-changing ability, everyone around him knows, "Don't think I'll be so good at talking when the time comes!"

K.C, Cowens, Tomjanovich, Thurmond, none of them understand Louie.

He has had a lot of daring on-the-spot designs and amazing moves that have all proven useful in the end.

This time, it was a decision that challenged everyone's perception. During the finals, the players were allowed to flex their energy. If this were to spread out, with Louis's reputation, it might be blacked by the media.

Louis didn't care about it at all.

"Lu, I don't know if I should admire you or scold you to wake you up." K.C smiled bitterly, "You are definitely doing something very, very overdone."

Louis was about to leave, but found Thomas changing behind them.

"You heard what we said just now?" Cowens asked.

Thomas said without changing his face, "I heard it."

The coaching staff's whispers were heard by the players, and everyone was inexplicably embarrassed.

Louis asked nonchalantly, "How is your foot?"

"Good."

"Can you fight next time?"

"Do you need me?" Thomas asked.

Louie didn't fall for his tricks at all: "If you can fight, I will let you fight, and if there is a risk, continue to rest."

"So, do you need me?" Thomas insisted on an answer.

Louie's face never changed. His strictness and harshness towards Thomas was always incomprehensible. They didn't know how good at backstabbing this man who was always smiling.

"I don't need you, Isiah. I don't need your disgusting smiley face, nor your often inflated self-esteem, nor your inexorable jealousy." Louis said ruthlessly. , "I don't need you to create discord in the locker room every now and then~www.novelmt.com~ You always don't understand what I need you to do. In the end, you need me, you need me to give you a stage to perform, You need me to trust you, you need me to give you a better role, but let me tell the truth, you've never been as good as you thought, you're more selfish and **** than I thought, and I've treated you I'm running out of patience."

Louie's words made the locker room frosty, there was no gentle atmosphere at all, and there was no room for relaxation.

He literally killed Thomas and made him into an ice sculpture.

Thomas sat there motionless.

Louie said to his colleagues, "See you tomorrow."

Then he left, and the rest of the coaching team looked at each other, hoping someone would comfort Thomas.

But today, Louie's words are like Michael Tyson's KO punch, shattering all the illusions in Thomas' heart.

He never got Louie's approval, never.