The Rest, Only Noise

"Lu, in your opinion, how can these old guys be effective?"

Auerbach had been out of the line for a long time, and he didn't mind handing over command to Louis.

The Legendary Tournament is about to start, but Louis is in a bit of trouble, and celebrities are looking at him one after another.

"I want to know which of you still maintain systematic training after retiring." Louie whispered, "I want to hear the truth."

Heinsohn said arrogantly: "At our level, we can fly them without training!"

"Okay, Tom, you're on the bench."

"Why!"

"You're a substitute!" Auerbach said fiercely, "I said so!"

Robertson said lightly: "You can do whatever you want."

Louie singled out five who appeared to be in the best physical condition: Maravich, Robertson, Thurmond, Havlicek and Sam Jones.

"I don't think your physical strength is as good as when you were young, so take it slow and don't fight them fast." Louis only drew two tactics, "Oscar, this routine shouldn't be a problem for you."

"I can hit with one hand," said Robertson proudly.

Then, as the game began, Louie's expression was wonderful when he saw Petit, with his big belly, beat Thurmond with a wingspan of more than 2.4 meters in a jump ball.

Pettit played high, Lou Hudson interspersed.

Louie had heard about Pettit's reputation, but he didn't even count as a liquid when the opponent played. At this point, looking at Pettit's belly is like looking at Jokic. Pettit delivered a penetrating pass that Hudson didn't expect from a low-level line.

Hudson almost missed it, not because of poor quality, but unexpectedly.

Hudson, who got the ball, turned around and made a jumper, contributing to the Western Legends team.

The Eastern Legends followed Louie's arrangement and gave the ball to Thurmond in the low post.

In Louie's memory, when Thurmond came to the Cavaliers at the end of his career, he was already a pure blue-collar worker who only defended and protected rebounds. He didn't know how good Thurmond's offense was, so he only let him cooperate.

As a result, his level of support is also average.

Can only rely on teammates to move, and then give the ball.

A counterpoint without an autonomous attack threat, like Green in the high post, is not very useful.

As a result, the few people who Louis thought were in good physical condition started to perform worse than the other.

Maravich is too modest. He has only retired a few years ago. The game should feel good, but he keeps passing the ball to find teammates.

"Am I worse than them?" Heinsohn said dissatisfiedly, "Besides, even if it's close, I have something they don't have. I dare to die when I play, look at how well those old guys played on the field. What shit?"

Louis honestly surrendered command.

Coaching the Legends is no fun at all, he can't figure out the state of these people.

The match was 13, and Louis suddenly felt that there was no point in holding a legend match.

"They were top players when they were young, and it's understandable that they can't play when they're old," Louie told Auerbach, "but letting them play in this state will easily make fans feel bad about the older generation of players. misunderstanding."

Auerbach is hot and hard to attack. After all, it is a legendary game, and they are all old people who have retired for many years. Wouldn’t anyone really have expectations for their level?

However, the Western Legends play fiercely and confront each other with their lives. Why do the old comrades bully the old comrades so much?

Seeing that the score was about to be opened, Alex Hunnam, the head coach of the Western Legends and one of Auerbach's nemesis in the coaching era, laughed complacently.

"GTMD!"

Auerbach called a timeout and threw a tantrum.

"Don't be like a sissy even in an exhibition match!" During the entire pause, Auerbach didn't arrange a single word of tactics.

Louie sees who the Eastern Legends really hold on to through the low-quality games during this period.

Maravich's game feels the best, Jones has the most accurate shooting, Havlicek has the strongest physical strength, and the others, one is counted as one, including Robertson, who has a high self-esteem, is a rusty and rotten fish. shrimp.

"Pete, be tough!" Louie yelled at Maravich.

Maravich looked back at him. Last year, he almost became an assistant coach for the Celtics. Now that he is rarely back on the court, he needs to impress a new generation of fans.

Back in the game, Maravich made a backhand layup first.

Dolph Schayes, whose belly was bigger than Pettit's, could only bluff.

Then, he fired a long-range shot from a step inside the three-point line on the right.

Maravich consciously took over the game, and Western Legends' Connie Hawkins flew on the counterattack.

He played a hanging basket that only a trapeze like Dr. J could play.

Considering his age, it's incredible.

Maravich fouled him, but couldn't stop the basketball from hitting the basket.

Maravich continued to shoot from a distance, and he saw that the legends of these players' era, or their peers, can no longer affect his shooting.

His long-range mid-range shot made it again.

The game began to smell of grievances. Lou Hudson, who was a teammate with Maravich during his playing days, also made a free throw line jumper.

Hudson was jealous of Maravich's sky-high rookie contract, and envied that he was regarded as a savior by fans before he even played an NBA game. There was some unpleasantness between the two sides, and finally broke up. Hudson's jealousy is to blame for Maravich's disappointing journey in the NBA.

Maravich was heavily surrounded and suppressed by Western legends.

This frees up Sam Jones on the wing.

Maravich is not only an attacker, but also an excellent playmaker.

He intentionally uses his defensive gravity to create opportunities for teammates who can help.

Jones received his pass and hit a long-range shot no less than Maravich.

"This **** is still so accurate!" From Auerbach's reaction, it can be seen that Jones in his playing days was a player he relied heavily on.

In the second half, Auerbach played an extremely outrageous lineup.

Maravich, Jones, Heinsohn, Unseld, Thurmond.

Thurmond is now a jump ball but Pettit's level;

Heinsohn has little use but a cannon;

Unseld looked sturdy and mighty, but slow and undefended and unable to attack, a cumbersome existence.

Louis was extremely down on Heinsohn, and soon after, was slapped in the face.

Heinsohn had a floor-flowing sky hook at the free throw line. When the ball went out, his body might be less than 10 cm above the ground.

He hit the skyhook and hasn't had any memorable moments since.

In the second half of the game, the legends' competitive mentality appeared.

Although the level is not enough, he is ruthless and dares to fight, and the game is like the final of a community basketball game.

The game has become real. Although there is a certain respect for the elderly in defense for some very old players, in this game, many future Hall of Famers including Barry and Debusschere They all fought so hard that they had to end up taking oxygen. And in the final moments of the game, Auerbach and Hunnam both arranged tactical fouls to fight for the ball.

When Maravich pushed Barry out of bounds for the ball, the commentator yelled rudely: "Look! Even Pete Maravich is playing hard! God, I don't even remember him being in I used to defend seriously when I was in service!"

In the final moments, the Eastern Legends trailed by 2 points.

They only have 6 seconds.

"Lu, draw a tactic for Pete!" Auerbach handed the tactical board to Louis.

Louie aimed at Thurmond and Unseld, who were tall and short, strong and thin, suitable for tactics.

"Nate, Wes, when Pete starts to run, I need you two to suddenly pull up a wall at a forty-five degree left to help him block people," Louie said simply. "Pete, once your defender is blocked, all you have to do when you get the ball is aim well and kill them with threes!"

Auerbach's typical borrowing doctrine: "That's a good idea, just do as Louis says!"

The pause is over, the last six seconds, the level is not high, but the extremely intense legendary game is coming to an end.

The Legendary Game and the All-Star Game show fundamentally two completely different styles: in the future, a group of players led by Jordan will put more emphasis on individual performance and play in the All-Star game. The old comrades in the legendary game are more classical, with textbook-like pick-and-roll hands handing over layups, and the point guard shouting tactics before each ball is advanced. The attitude of these old men who built the NBA legend base towards the game Just like NCAA coaches.

Maravich began to run, and the Western Legends knew that the Eastern Legends would only assign the lore to Maravich or Jones.

Looking at Maravich's state, it must be him.

Old teammates, but also old enemies.

Lou Hudson pursued Maravich with all his might, but in the end, his desire to guard Maravich was shattered by the extremely solid cover of Unseld and Thurmond.

Maravich successfully received the ball~www.readwn.com~ and transported it to the top of the arc, no one came to defend, because the speed could not keep up.

Within a few seconds, Maravich shot and fired a lore three-pointer from the top of the arc - shhh! !

"Tonight, Pete Maravich is a legend of legends!"

Louie let out a sigh of relief. No matter who is the head coach next time, he won't come.

The state of these old guys is really like a roller coaster, there is no accurate.

Auerbach lit his cigar with satisfaction and waved to Hunnam not far away.

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