The Rest, Only Noise

Chapter 46: The devil won't drink blood tonight

How sensitive Bird is, anyone who knows him knows.

Before he entered the NBA, he wanted to avoid big cities, so that people would not find out that he came from a rural town with a population of less than 1,000. He never liked the limelight of big cities, so he would call himself a hillbilly. He calls himself a hillbilly, but it doesn't mean that others can call him that too.

It's like the black people are long and short, and those of other skin colors are too long for their lives.

Louie knew Bird, but he knew Fitch better. As long as Fitch is the head coach, Bird won't be able to get all the authority to play. Therefore, Louis would often go to pluck birds to get mad at Bird.

Once he gets angry, he may just take the ball and play by himself regardless of tactics.

It worked especially well tonight.

Bird scored 7 points in a row and evened out the difference.

If it weren't for Dr. J's stealing and passing, the Celtics would have a chance to overtake before the end of the first quarter.

28 to 26

The first quarter ended with the 76ers leading by 2 points.

"Good fight Larry, I shouldn't have called you that." Louie handed the towel and water with a smile, "I'm sorry."

How Bird looks at Louis now is not pleasing to the eye, but when Louis apologizes, because his smile is too bright, he seems to dance on his eyelids with thick eyebrows of the soul.

Bird, lest he would laugh, snorted coldly and looked away.

"Listen, it's going to be a tough game!"

Fitch screamed.

After the training, Bird, who played the first quarter, did not have to rest and continued to play.

Another thing Louie didn't like about Fitch's coaching was the overuse of his core players.

This is a bad habit that has been passed down since the 1960s. At that time, as long as it was a superstar, when he was young, he basically played every game.

Fitch is a person from that era. He not only advocates core players to play more and take more responsibility, but also encourages players to play with injuries. He also said that this is a duty.

In the second quarter, under the persuasion of Louie, Fitch asked Maravich to come to the No. 1 spot.

Fitch rarely listened to his advice, and Louis still followed Maravich after Fitch's instructions and carefully instructed: "If you have a chance, make a decisive move, use our high-level cover more, play the tactical attack that the captain likes, and make a few more. , he will change your mind."

"Don't tease Louie!" Maravich's belief in basketball has been destroyed by Fitch, "When will the devil not drink blood?"

Louis could not have imagined that this product was so fragile, so he could not help but argue: "Maybe he just wants to drink water tonight?"

"Who wants water?"

Laimbeer was replaced. He fouled a lot. Hearing Louis mentioned drinking water, he remembered that he had the opportunity to play the first quarter tonight thanks to his recommendation.

The wicked dog immediately wanted to be courteous.

"Go and cool off, it's none of your business!" Louis was distracted by Maravich's dejection.

Louie underestimated how traumatized the psychological gap of Maravich as a superstar who took the initiative to shoot and was treated like a scoundrel.

He's already a walking dead on the court, with no apparent desire to play.

"I said earlier, he can't!" Fitch looked annoyed.

Maravich had no desire to show, passed the ball to Bird and stood aside.

After playing the first quarter, Bird played the most exquisite goal since the opening against Dr. J, who also played the first quarter.

Bird dribbled to the right, not enough to get away, but slammed the ball with both hands to confuse the Doctor.

Dr. J's center of gravity was only shaken for a moment, and as long as he created that moment's opportunity, Bird was enough to throw the ball.

"Shh!"

This amazing hillbilly!

Bird's ability to control space is amazing!

He was the strongest one-incher Louie had ever seen. Almost every time he takes advantage of the one-inch gap left by his opponents.

Also, Irving hits when he's jumping, so the terrific round ends with a 3-pointer for Bird's field goal and Irving's foul.

"Good fight, Birdking!" Louie shouted bluntly. "Those who say you're a hillbilly are idiots. You really don't need to pay attention to them!"

Bird is getting so annoyed by him that he is so stupid all the time...

Bird had no doubt that as long as he didn't play well, Louie would talk to him with a different face, and he could do it.

It's not like everyone in the Celtics don't know Louie's style, but during the regular season, his symptoms were not so severe, and at most he was talking about a few words. This is going into the playoffs, especially the start of the series against the 76ers. In the future, his condition is simply "clear card + super double", becoming a terminal illness.

"You've got to control yourself," K.C hinted. "Bill is the head coach, and you're making it hard for him."

"Looks like you have to get used to my presence."

Louie wants to communicate, of course, but the past season has shown that when it comes to communicating, no one cares what he says, and only roaring can get people to notice him.

And his approach did change the atmosphere on the court.

Looking at that Bird, with his murderous look, he didn't know who he wanted to kill after the game.

Halfway through the second quarter, the Celtics led by 5 points from behind at the start to the second quarter.

The biggest hidden danger for the 76ers began to appear.

Although their defense ranks among the top three in the league, and they also have a basketball face named Dr. J, their entire team cannot find an offensive killer that can start the dominant mode in the stalemate stage.

"L Train" aspires to be this number one.

He elbowed Maravich over and the referee didn't blow the whistle.

When he reached the inside line, Cowens came out to defend, and everyone stuck. Hollins didn't believe in evil, he just put up his hands and elbowed Cowens in the face when he was shooting.

This is a double-yolk-like blow.

"Isn't this a foul?" Louie shouted. "Isn't this a foul?"

Cowens watched as he was elbowed to death! If this is not a foul, then Kobe is really born in the wrong era. With his black elbows of heroes all over the world, who will compete with him in this world?

Hollins' serial-elbow case was pending, and his shot was blown out of the rim by the celestial Naismith—and missed a few laps.

It is conceivable that Dr. Naismith in the sky is not willing to be granted what he wishes by such a ruthless person.

Cowens stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood, "Isn't that a foul?"

Louie also wondered if it was a foul, but the referees didn't want to know him in the same way, and no one wanted to be the next Jack Madden.

"You can find someone to fight back, and then we'll know if it's a foul." Louis came up with a bad idea.

In the frontcourt, Bird once again used his pointing technique and passed the ball beautifully to Maravich.

Maravich, who was already a dead bone in the mound, still had the desire to perform in his blood. He subconsciously passed the ball back, causing the Phillies to scream subconsciously. The ball was passed to the perimeter and was caught by John Lang.

After practicing with Louie for most of the season, the three-point shooting has a role to play.

He stabilized his mentality, lowered his focus and shot.

"Shh!"

This is a round that can be put in an NBA promotional video~www.novelmt.com~ If Cowens retaliated and elbowed the "L train" in the camera, it must be very beautiful.

Taking ten million steps back, the iron elbows that Hollins gave Maravich and Cowens could also be said to be an inertial action in an offensive state. Having practiced the right elbow swing, there is no room for people to even help him.

"You **** call a foul, right?" Louis thought.

Thank goodness, the referee blew it, otherwise Louie would suspect that he was not participating in a basketball game, but an unrestricted fighting game with basketball links.

Louie didn't know what he was happy about, but Cowens complained loudly, and he didn't understand that it was an elbow strike to strangle Louie. The legitimate response is actually "unsportsmanlike foul"?

Does this make sense?

"If you don't know how to whistle, come and blow my ass, **** Mediterranean cerebral palsy!"

In this way, Cowens was honored to be the first player to be ejected by the referee in this game.

Fitch, K.C, and Bob McKinnon were all dumbfounded.

After a few seconds, they looked at Louis together.

"Look at what I'm doing? You can't blame me, right?" Louis was about to quibble.

"Little brat!" Cowens came by such an unfortunate coincidence, "I really shouldn't have listened to you, the referee has something wrong with his brain!"

That moment was really embarrassing!

Louie pushed Cowens aside, "Hurry up when you leave, don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to say with a scum like you who is unsportsmanlike!"

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