The Rest, Only Noise

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During the preseason, Auerbach will visit from time to time.

Some players feel fresh, while a veteran like Maxwell is not surprised.

Because of Bill Fitch's exaggerated desire to control the team, he banned Auerbach from visiting the team's practice during the season. So, even though Auerbach's office is just a few minutes' walk from the Greek academy arena, players rarely see him on the training ground.

Louis debugged various lineups and found that the problem was still very serious.

Mainly the allocation of playing time.

In the schedule he showed Sampson, only eight people rotated, and just after the first week of training camp, he found that at least ten people needed to be scheduled.

It is a waste of extravagance to let someone who can play the main force play the sixth man.

It is a serious challenge to make the rotation that can play the main force.

If the players who can compete for the main force in the weak team do not even have playing time, the locker room will explode.

"You look worried."

Auerbach plays tennis with Louis.

The tennis court is in the Greek Academy. It is not a regular standard tennis court. The venue has been reduced and it is more suitable for old men like Auerbach to move.

Louie doesn't know how to play tennis. He plays it like badminton. He doesn't play light or heavy, and often hits scores that make Auerbach unstoppable.

"If you have a young team and three of them need more than 34 minutes of playing time, but the whole team has at least seven people to arrange, do you think you will be annoying?"

With that said, Louie delivered a good shot that hit Auerbach out of reach.

"It depends on your ability. You have to know who is the soft mud and who is the hard rock. Find the soft mud to bully and give the hard rock a chance."

"Do you think I'm someone who bullies the soft and fears the hard?"

Auerbach really doesn't see it that way. He has long heard that Louis and his team members often greet each other's mothers.

In particular, the interaction with Bird is the most intense.

Ordinary coaches can't hold Bird in their palms in time, so why would they fall out with him?

"I said, depending on your ability, if you have the ability, you can settle this group of people with me. If you have the ability, do as I say, and squeeze it softly." Auerbach said, in the next round , find an opportunity to score.

"I won this game," he declared openly.

Louie rolled his eyes: "If I remember correctly, this is your first point."

"You remember wrong, I got a lot of points before, this is a lore." Auerbach said like a rogue.

Because Auerbach has his own way of scoring, and he's an unquestioned authority, he's still the Celtics' all-age Open tennis player, even though he can score at most one point in an inning. Victory General.

Louis and Auerbach went to buy drinks together after the fight.

"Is it that good?" Auerbach asked curiously.

He was referring to Louie's love of Coke.

"Medically speaking, I'm caffeine dependent."

"WTF?"

"It's addictive." Louis took the can of Coke. "If I can't drink it in a day, I'll get angry and lose my spirits."

"So exaggerated?"

"Would you try it without smoking a cigar for a day?"

Auerbach, who smoked at least three Cuban cigars a day, instantly understood Louis' position, "You're killing me."

"What do you think next?" Auerbach asked casually.

He asked casually, and Louis answered carefully.

"Next week, I want to have a media meeting at the Greek Academy," explained Louie. "I want to let the local media know about us, increase confidence in us, and cheer up these guys by the way."

Auerbach has always kept a distance from the media. He hates the media, and does not like those who use a pen to decide who is good and who is bad.

"You've figured it out, once you bring in the media, it's not easy to drive them out." Auerbach knew the virtues of those people.

"The alliance hopes to get more publicity and promotion. By the same token, we should also follow the pace. Small business is not a long-term solution." Louis's tone was like a boss.

Auerbach never thinks beyond his purview.

"You're the head coach, and if you think it's good for the team, I'll support you," Auerbach said gloatingly, "I can't wait to see how Bob Ryan taunts you in the Globe. ."

Louie laughed: "If he dared to speak ill of me, I would never give an interview to the Globe again, and the Herald should be excited about that."

They were talking vigorously, and in the distance, Dave Cowens trotted all the way: "Lu, something happened... something happened!"

"What's the matter, the earth exploded?"

"It's not that serious!" Cowens said urgently. "Isiah and Bill are fighting!"

"Bill Ranbir?"

"Who else dares to fight with Isiah except that vicious dog?"

"Who won?" Louis asked curiously.

"My darling, Coach Lu, when are you still talking nonsense?" Cowens didn't expect Louis to be so calm, "Go back and have a look, although people have been pulled away now, they still have an appointment. Work it out in private."

Louie patted Cowens on the shoulder: "BIGRED, next time they fight again, you'll have to deal with it yourself, don't come to me, what a big deal."

After speaking, Louis asked Auerbach: "Would you like to go see the lively?"

"These boring, rough days are just pointing at your little shit." Auerbach just hated that he didn't bring his cigar with him.

When Louis and the others arrived at the arena, the conflict had subsided.

They got everyone together.

"I heard you guys had a fight, we'll talk about that later, and I'm going to announce one thing right now - next week, the Greek Academy will be open to the media, and then the media from all over Boston will be here to interview us. So I Hope you guys cheer up, train hard, and let the outside world see your spirits—now let's talk about the fight."

"I understand that you often get angry about training, and you lose control and fight for it. I understand what you do, but if you affect other people's training, or even smear the team on media day, Reid will Stick his cigar down your throat and take my word for it!"

Louie's eyes turned to Thomas.

"The two **** who fought just now, come to my office now!"

Auerbach didn't let the players spot him, he watched from a distance.

Louie's words were just barely audible.

He believed that Louis would properly resolve the matter.

The age structure of the Celts is too young, and there are arrogant and mean country bumpkins, contemporary Napoleons who are self-improving and take their skin color and status very seriously, there are rebellious, vicious and cunning dogs, and there are yin and yang who are eager to get seniority. There are old people who play more time, unicorns who are talented but unable to become the core and suffer, there are silent people who are in a foreign land but have not found even a single friend on the team...

They have only one thing in common: youth.

Young people get angry easily.

From the opening of the training camp to today, there have been three direct conflicts and two conflicts that did not start.

And Ranbir alone arranged three of them.

It is no problem to say that this vicious dog is the source of the plague.

"Tell me, why are you fighting again?" Louis asked.

Ranbir sneered: "Isaiah, it's the man who made it clear."

"A seven-foot-tall guy runs outside all day and shoots three-pointers like a watch. How dare you say that a man is not a man?" Thomas laughed, but his shallow dimples made it impossible to resemble the love song sung by JJ Lin Think of a beautiful picture.

Laimbeer said fiercely: "I practice three-pointers every day is the coach's order, the team needs, not to be ignored by you stupid, the next time you see me empty and don't pass the ball, I will definitely beat you on the spot. !"

"Would you try?" Thomas laughed.

Louis patted the table lightly: "No, you want to fight in front of me?"

Ranbir stopped talking, Thomas kept a hypocritical smile, and Louis first said to the former: "You have the strength to fight, it shows that our training volume is not enough, follow the old rules."

Ranbir walked out of the office.

"Why not pass him the ball?"

With only Louis and Thomas left in the office, he chose to go straight to the point and ask straight to the point.

"I'm not in the habit of passing the ball to centers to shoot 3s."

"You're deaf?" Louie asked coldly. "What I'm asking you is, why don't you pass the ball to Bill?"

Thomas' smile disappeared. "I didn't see it."

"Fuck you!" Louie stood up and yelled, "I'll ask you again, why didn't you pass the ball to Bill? You either tell me now or never!"

Thomas was silent for a while.

"He called me a nigger," Thomas said.

Louis smiled flatly, as if it were a matter of indifference.

"Do we have to do this? I mean, do we have to hurt each other's feelings like this before we can be honest with each other? I'm your coach anyway, although there is no emotional foundation, you can just tell me if you have any problems. Why make me angry?"

Thomas asked in a deep voice, "How are you going to solve this?"

"Why should I solve this? You don't think that evil dog will apologize to you, do you?" Louie sneered, "Don't expect me to solve this, I can solve this and I won't be your coach here. You're angry, since you're not happy about this, you should make it clear to him, have you communicated with him?"

"no?"

"Since you don't say anything about it, of course he will humiliate you even more, I'm not excusing him, I just want you to know how to communicate with a dehumanizing dog, if you make it clear to him, he still Disrespect you, and continue to call you that word, I support you to beat him." Louie's smile is getting colder, it is the same as Thomas, but the meaning is completely different, "If you choose to keep silent, in Dividing within the team, deliberately neglecting him during the game, such as deliberately skipping his chances and not passing the ball when you see him, if you really do that, don’t say that guy will humiliate you, and I will not let you go, because you end up Just proving that you really are a **** who doesn't deserve anyone's respect."

Thomas clenched his fists, thinking he had ever seen the most hateful coach ever—Bob Knight~www.readwn.com~ And today, Louie surpassed Knight in his heart.

But as hateful as that, he's definitely above Knight.

He seems to have a hundred faces. He jokes and laughs with you one second, and then turns his face and verbally insults you. Thomas will never be able to grasp what Louis is thinking, just like today, he is on an extremely sensitive matter told him the right thing to do.

And the way he did it was so unpleasant.

"If nothing else, just train."

Exactly, Thomas didn't want to stay here any longer for a second.

Thomas walked a few steps, and Louis, who was sitting in the office chair, sent him another sentence: "Open your heart, Isiah."

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