The Rest, Only Noise

September 10, 1986

The New York Knicks' preseason training camp, like last year, is set at the Blue Palace.

In this way, players do not need to be away from home for a month, and they can relax nearby after training during the day and at night.

Many teams want players to be isolated from the world during training.

Louis never believed in this set, he believed that the best way to maintain the state was to combine work and rest.

Louie came to the Blue House with a natural face, Benjamin Wilson had arrived, and, in a duel with fellow student John Selly.

Choosing Sally was the decision that Louie made after watching his college game.

At first, Louie only knew that Sally was a member of the Bad Boys Corps. After watching his games, he was first attracted by his physical condition.

With a height of 6 feet 11 inches and 211 meters, and an untested wingspan, the visual length is close to 225 meters.

He looks thin, runs like a deer, is very light, and is the most popular athletic power forward.

Louie decided to draft him almost immediately, one of him, one of Rodman, and Alex Stevens, and the core lineup of murder pressing already had.

The three Spider-Man with immortality, amazing athletic talent, and long arms, as long as they are well polished, when their bodies are strong, their defensive details are done well, they have a tacit understanding, and after a chemical reaction occurs, these three will be the core of the murder pressing. On the stage, Louis does not believe that any team's second team can withstand it.

Sally's body can cover Wilson.

However, Wilson's ability to handle the ball doesn't feel like a player his size should have.

The rhythm is so good, he doesn't need to use explosiveness to dribble open space.

Sely couldn't defend him, because Wilson was so hot that his hands were on his face, and he still made the shot.

"Come on, John!"

Wilson played well, and shaved his head 11-0 for Sally was not satisfied.

The people around him booed and started placing bets to see if Salley could guard Wilson next.

The majority of those who believed that Sally could not defend.

Rodman sat shyly in the crowd without saying a word, but he looked eager to get involved.

"Hit his ass! Touch his little brother! John, you have to take on the challenge like a man!"

McHale excitedly tossed between the two.

"coach!"

Stevens said hello.

"Why didn't you go to teach our champion?" Louis believed that Stevens should cause some trouble for Wilson.

"No, I'm no match for him at all," Stevens said modestly.

"That's because you let him, that kid is a little swollen, let's teach him a lesson."

Louis asked, and Stevens complied.

Stevens joined the fray after John Salley was once again killed by Wilson.

Unlike Sally, Stevens came to guard Wilson as an official game.

You can tell from his actions that he is playing for real.

No matter how good Wilson's skills are, Stevens' confrontation can effectively interfere with him without the influence of the referee.

When it was Stevens' turn to attack, he just used a back hook to score.

Wilson was a little anxious, missed consecutive shots, and only started to break when Stevens was leading by 6 goals.

As Stevens said, Wilson is stronger.

He got angry behind him, and every time he threw off Stevens' breakthrough, it ended with a dunk.

Also, when the dunk is completed, there will be a roar.

"This kid really doesn't deserve his reputation." McHale sighed.

Sally, who had his head shaved for two consecutive games, said aggrievedly: "I said earlier that you don't believe it."

"Kevin!"

Louie called out to McHale.

"Please come with me."

McHale followed.

McHale was wearing normal casual clothes the last time we met, but now he's wearing training clothes.

His exaggerated physique looked so wrong.

"Coach, aren't you trying to tell me I was traded?" McHale asked jokingly.

"As I said, you're our long-term plan," Louie asked. "Would you like something to drink? I've got everything in the vending machine."

McHale asked hilariously, "What about the vending machines?"

"Don't talk shit."

"Give me a bottle of Sprite, thank you."

Louis tossed the coin.

At his economic level, he could have a vending machine that doesn't require coins, as long as people come to stock up regularly.

The main reason why he needs a vending machine that requires coins to pick up the goods is that he likes the process of buying things with coins.

He especially likes the sound of putting a coin in, selecting a Coke, and the Coke rolling out of it.

The secondary reason is to avoid some people coming to him to eat and drink.

After all, not everyone in the Blue Palace carries coins with them like Louis.

Louis gave Sprite to McHale and asked casually, "Kevin, you've been with us for a while, do you have any thoughts?"

"Everything is good, really, I grew up in Minnesota and New York is heaven to me!"

Louie habitually twisted open the snap button with one hand and asked, "I mean, what do you think of this group of people in the team?"

"It's all good, just one problem," McHale said with a wry smile. "I feel like I'm getting old with these guys. I'm only 29, but the oldest of the bunch is 26, Ellis. ."

"That's why we need you," Louie told McHale about last season's playoffs. "We had a chance to overtake Detroit, but at a critical moment, young people don't know how to end the game."

McHale didn't seem to understand what Louie meant, and began to self-deprecating: "Coach, you're really looking for me. I've been in Chicago for so many years, and I've never made it to the second round."

"Kevin, I don't believe there are players in the world who don't want to win. I want you to be the leader of this team." Louis took out the captain's armband. "What do you think?"

McHale's smile disappeared when Louie took out the captain's armband.

The smile was replaced by a nervous expression.

He has an instinctive resistance to this burden of team responsibility.

"Coach, I can't." McHale refused directly. "I wasn't a leader when I was in Chicago. When Chuck came, I was relieved that I finally didn't have to take responsibilities that didn't belong to me."

Louis snorted softly, "Then how do you think your second-in-command is doing?"

McHale is self-aware: "I'm here now, and while I'm happy, I know that Chicago isn't happy with my performance."

"So, you are an unqualified second-in-command."

McHale's face darkened.

"You don't want to be the boss, you don't want to take on the responsibilities of a leader, but you can't do the second-in-command job well, Kevin, what do you think you can do?" Louis asked rudely.

Louie asked McHale ashamed and embarrassed, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Coach. What should I do?"

"Accept the captain's armband, become our captain, and use the captain's standard to demand yourself. I don't need you to take on too much, I just need you to take the lead. I hope that when these young people become headless on the field, Sometimes you can stand up and demand the ball and lead them to victory."

Louie isn't trying to humiliate McHale, he's trying to make McHale understand what this team needs him to do.

Louie looked directly into McHale's eyes, his tone was steady but as if a heavy stone fell on the opponent's back: "Patrick is our defensive core~www.novelmt.com~ will be the team's key offensive ace, organizer of the attack. The responsibility belongs to John, even fighting for his teammates, there are Oaks to do. Kevin, I don't need you to take on a lot, I just need you to be a reliable captain and pat young people on the back when they are confused , lead them to win the game."

"If you think you can accomplish this mission, accept my armband. If you think you can't," Louie said, resisting the urge to burp, taking a gulp of Coke, "I can tell you for sure that you will not. The future of the Knicks. Play hard from now on because you could be traded by me at any time."

Louie didn't hide and tuck with McHale, he went straight, what he needed to do, what would happen, all said.

It was already a threat, but it was a way to move McHale forward.

McHale has been wasted for six years, and the Knicks don't have a Larry Bird-esque figure to push him. Louie needs to wake up his fighting spirit and sense of responsibility.

McHale stood up and picked up the captain's armband from the table.

"I can give it a try," he said.

"If you think you can't do it, you can give it back to me at any time." Louie laughed, "Before you give it back to me, you are our captain. I will ask you and restrain you according to the captain's standard. If you are reprimanded by me for not meeting the standard, I hope you will understand that it is not against you, I am just scolding a disappointing captain."

"Understood, coach, I've heard your 'story'."

At that time, Louis really wanted to look at him with wise eyes and ask, "Have you heard my story?"