The Rest, Only Noise: Chapter 132 you have to get used to

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The so-called contradiction between Ranbir and Paxson is all too common.

Louis is not at ease. The people have not arrived yet, and he will meet everyone later.

Several of his teaching assistants came to the office one after another.

"Young people these days are all follicles!" Dave Cowens came in scoldingly. "Their card position habit gives me a headache, and Bill is okay, but this guy is too ruthless."

Hearing this, Rudy Tomjanovich said an interesting thing: "I played against him when I was still playing. He is very good at making small moves under the eyes of the referee, and he always succeeds."

"Yes!" Cowens said indignantly. "Now this vicious dog is still practicing three points. I really don't know what he is thinking."

Louie laughed: "I asked him to shoot three-pointers."

"You..." Cowens choked, "You must have other intentions?"

Louie smiled and asked K.C. Jones, "Is everyone here?"

"It's all there," K.C replied.

"Rudy, go get them together. Except for Bill, the others are in two teams by height."

Louis ordered, and Tomjanovich went out to work.

"This is my first season as coach. There are many things I don't know. If I make some low-level mistakes, please correct me in time." Louis said sincerely.

K.C doesn't believe Louie makes low-level mistakes.

"You know I speak directly." Cowens said implicitly that he would point out all of Louie's mistakes.

"That way I'm relieved." Louis laughed.

After a while, Louie walked out of the office with them.

In the arena, more than 20 players lined up in two rows.

Looking at the physical condition of the players, Sampson seems to be a little stronger than before.

Bird couldn't see the difference.

Others, Louis did not pay special attention.

He still comes to the arena dressed like a high schooler, just like he used to be, but no longer as a scout, assistant coach, or any other support job.

"Some of you have known me for three or four years, and some of you are seeing me for the first time. I have the same requirements for you as other coaches."

"Be obedient."

Louis emphasizes this point.

"Don't think it's an easy thing to do, if any of you don't listen to me, don't play my way, or even go against my orders, then, whether your name is Larry Bird, Either Isaiah Thomas, or Ralph Sampson, and I'll get you off the court."

There are still people who remember how Louie was furious at the end of last season.

When I saw his face, I remembered those words.

"Be obedient, play my tactics, unless the tactics don't work and you need to use your personal abilities, you have to follow what I say. Remember this sentence, I will emphasize it countless times, if you don't listen, I will To reiterate to you, if you really can't do it, then you will sit on the court and serve tea and water, and if you feel that your talent has more room to display, I welcome you to apply for a trade."

The atmosphere was already tense, and Louis's tone suddenly eased.

"Apart from this, we can discuss other things. I'm also a young man. Some of you are older than me. I think we can be very good friends." Louis laughed, "However, friends are friends, and coaches are coaches. , you can't feel like you're entitled to a privilege with me just because I'm your friend."

K.C and Tomjanovich are used to Louie creating tension in the team.

"Is he all right?" Cowens asked.

K.C laughed, "Calm down, Dave, there's going to be more things going on than this in the future."

"Now, let's talk about something else."

"Our loss in the playoffs last season was considered a huge upset by many people. As for how we lost, you must be well aware of it."

"In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy, we are here to make three chapters of the law."

Louie walked up to the players and said, "Larry, Isiah, can you please represent white players and black players?"

"Why are you trying to separate us?" Bird asked.

"Obviously if you're not colorblind, you should be able to see the difference in skin color between you and Isiah. You don't like each other. Isaiah longs for the attention and favor you do, and you don't care about it at all. While it's nothing for your deep-rooted racism in America, the color of your skin is the main reason why you can't be siblings, am I right?"

"Fuck!" Cowens said, "Aren't you going to stop him?"

Bird was speechless, and Isaiah Thomas' smile disappeared from his face again.

"Please two representatives, on behalf of the players behind me, reach a consensus - if any of you don't want to play for me, please come to me directly. If there are differences, we will resolve them. If there are conflicts, we will resolve them. If it cannot be resolved, I will Suggest Reid to send you away. If more than half of the team doesn't want to play for me, please tell me directly, stop negative games, and as long as the number exceeds half, I will resign immediately."

Last season's playoffs have become a disgrace to Bird.

Hearing Louie's story revisited, he said angrily, "I wish you resigned now!"

"Very well, it seems that you are very prejudiced against me. Come to my office later and let's talk." Louis smiled, and then let the marginal people who have not signed the contract start training in the form of a confrontation. Official players gather in the video analysis room.

Tomjanovich had come to the video room ahead of time to arrange the seats and videotapes.

"Thanks to our assistant, Rudy, you did a great job," Louie shouted.

Tomjanovich waved embarrassedly.

Louis turned on the videotape, "What I'm going to say next, please remember, there are pens and notebooks in front of you, please write down the key points I said."

On the TV screen, a clip of the game appeared.

Listening to the language of the commentary, it seems to be a European basketball game.

The white guy inside is on the ball, playing the pick-and-roll with another big white guy.

The white player moves steadily, shoots when he has the opportunity, and attacks without any ambiguity. He chose a pull-up jumper in this clip.

For the next few clips, the ball is in the hands of the white insider.

He sometimes pretended to hand off the ball to fool the defender into making a sudden shot.

Sometimes he pretends to pass the ball to the screen, again tricking the defender into choosing to drive to the rim with the ball.

Other times, he first handed a hand to screen the pass, then cut out to the three-point line, the ball handler passed him the ball, and he made a three-pointer from the start.

No shots were made, but it was a game from the '70s.

This is unimaginable by the Americans, the pick-and-roll attack system under the leadership of the former Soviet national team coach Vladimir Radkanshin (Владимир Кондрашин).

Many people don't know Rad Conshin, but they must know that he led the Soviet Union to defeat the United States in the 1972 Olympic men's basketball final in Munich.

"Isiah, if you were the white guard, would you have a better offensive option than him?" Louie asked.

Thomas hesitated and said: "He has more confidence in shooting than me, but my breakthrough threat is far above him."

"Obviously you know where your strengths and weaknesses are, keep working hard."

Louie looked at Bird again, "Larry, if I ask you to do this with Isiah, do you think you'll do better than this big white guy on the tape?"

This is nonsense.

Bird can do far more than the white insider on the videotape.

"No difficulty," Bird replied.

"Everyone, this is our future direction." Louie turned off the video tape and took out the tactical board, "Isiah, as the ball carrier, I want you to play a high position with Larry for more than 50% of your offensive launches in every game. The pick-and-roll combination. I allow you to handle the ball in your field of vision, and if you don’t see an offensive opportunity in your field of view, you have to pass the ball back to Larry.”

Thomas has no objection.

Louie then looked at Bird, "Larry, starting from the new season, I want you to be in the high post a lot, pick-and-roll, screen, help your teammates in any way, after performing the pick-and-roll screen, you have to break out and retreat to the three-point line. "If they give you an open spot, you shoot it, and even if they don't give you a chance, you have to take at least five 3-pointers per game."

"Must?" Bird looked at him in disbelief. "At least?"

Louis Ruya smiled casually: "I'm a reasonable person. If you can't do it, I'll change someone."

"I'm fine," Bird said.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation, we have a good start. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Louis said with a smile.

Cowens' mouth was dry, and he whispered to K.C. Jones: "I hear it all over my head, this is just the beginning?"

"Don't make such a fuss, like a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world." K.C gave him a roll.

"What I said just now is our starting offensive system in the new season. If we can use this offensive system to deal with our opponents, it is naturally the best. If not, there are other solutions."

"The next thing I'm going to talk about is the second set of attacking systems."

Louie drew a sloppy half-court position and then a pig's head.

Pointing at Bird and saying, "Larry, this is you."

"QNMD!" Byrd exploded on the spot.

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