The Rest, Only Noise

Chapter three hundred and nineteen strong and weak

PS: Yesterday, Chapter 3 entered the small dark room.

"Coach, the Times reporter is here."

Zhao Yuanzheng said after getting the news.

Dave Anderson walked into Louie's office "fully armed" with his office bag, notebook, and pen, ready to take notes.

"I hope my presence won't affect your training," Anderson said flatly.

"No, we just want the media friends to see a real Knicks." Louie said with a smile.

Anderson agreed: "I'm going to write everything I see, good and bad."

"Compared to those who only see bad in their eyes, your approach is a professional example." Louie smothered Anderson's peers, and then walked to the court with his coaching staff.

The players have stopped in two rows.

Ewing, who has gained 6 pounds, doesn't seem to have changed significantly.

Bol, who has gained 3 pounds, still doesn't look like a human being, and his height of 231 cm makes him too much attention in the crowd.

Anderson pulled out his camera and took a picture.

Louie cleared his throat and said: "Before training camp, I would say that only Patrick's position is solid on this team, everyone else is likely to linger back and forth between the starter and the bench, only the best players. Only then can you get the upper hand, understand?"

"Next, we play a match, and I pick up the jersey when I read my name."

Louie looks improvised: "Patrick, John, Tony, Gerald, Louis."

"You are the white team."

"Charles..."

Just as Louis was about to sign up, he was interrupted by Oakley: "Coach, you can call me Oak."

"Okay, Charles Oak." Louie continued, "Sport (Webb), Dyer, A.C, Manute, you are the black team."

Louis didn't realize until he read the big list, there are still a lot of insiders.

Antoine Kyle asked: "Coach, what about me?"

"Next time?"

"Why did you exclude me?"

"It's not your fault, Antoine," Louis explained. "I was looking at you, but I was actually thinking about who was on this team, and I just didn't think about you."

Kyle complained, "I don't want to play alone."

"You're a grown man, and you should know that sometimes you can have a good time alone."

"How to play?"

Louie was running out of patience: "Go to a room without a second person, play whatever you want, just set yourself on fire, don't **** talk nonsense!"

Louie's sudden turn of face shocked Kyle.

This is Louie's first exposure since he took office as the Knicks.

Last season, he basically didn't care about the team's record, so he didn't put much effort into coaching. Now that Ewing is in place, he is a cornerstone player. Now that he has the cornerstone, he naturally begins to pay attention to the construction of the system.

Kyle ran away timidly, and Louis looked back at Anderson: "Will my last not-so-gentle words be written in?"

Anderson affirmed: "I'll write everything."

"Dave, you'd better think clearly, your book is for all ages, do you want children to learn to swear in your book?" Louie tried to make Anderson forget about his swearing.

Anderson laughed mockingly: "That's your responsibility too, not me, I'm just an honest recorder."

This old boy who is insufferable makes Louis feel helpless.

The two sides changed their jerseys, and Louis gave them 10 minutes to warm up by shooting.

Ewing made jumpers in the left and right short corners successively.

"Bobby, do you think Patrick's shooting needs to be changed?"

Louie asked the shooting coach on their team.

Sharif's opinion: "We'd better do nothing until his shot is severely limited by his shooting motion."

Mid-range and long-range shooting needs are different.

Louie doesn't want Ewing to go the same way and become a mid-range threat only.

If it is from a long distance, Ewing's action, in his opinion, the CD time is too long, and it is difficult to catch the ball after the pick-and-roll is pulled.

The game started, Ewing easily won the jump ball.

The white and black coaches are Tomjanovich and Phil Jackson, respectively.

Because it is only a match within the team, the coaches of both sides call a timeout at most.

The first goal of the white team, Tony Campbell showed the attributes of the ball.

He knew that Louie liked players to shoot threes, so he took the ball from the perimeter and shot with open hands.

He clearly misunderstood the word "like".

What Louis likes is not this kind of reckless throw, but a shot that creates opportunities through tactical cooperation.

Campbell's kind of ball is the prerogative of Larry Bird and Dale Ellis.

One is a superstar, and the other is a 40% 3-pointer when he first entered the league. This kind of person shoots casually, and Louie doesn't care.

Campbell's words, his first goal made Louie frown.

His three-pointer popped head-on, Ewing didn't have a card position, and he predicted that the ball would not go in, so he chose the middle route, ran in, and used his unparalleled athletic ability to jump head-on.

A.C. Green couldn't stand him at all. Ewing grabbed the ball and dunked violently across Green's body.

This goal reminded Louie of Porzingis' top ten goals in his rookie season - grabbing the rebound with his right hand at Madison Garden and making a dunk across Aldridge.

Anderson asked Louie, "Coach Lu, how was Patrick's goal?"

"generally."

This kind of ball that relies on physical force, unless it reaches Carter's leap to the French center, or James' historical status of "The Block", he will not be shocked.

After all, it is from the future, and I have seen all the balls.

After Ewing made the dunk, the black team's defender Tudou Weber used his speed to pass Stockton, who was unable to hold down the center of gravity. Unexpectedly, he stabbed the white team's heart like a stinger.

The speed was so fast that Ewing saw someone coming inside, because he was brainwashed by John Thompson day and night at Georgetown University "you have to play like Bill Russell", so he saw any opponent who wanted to break the basket, It's like looking at the enemy.

He actually ignored A.C and jumped out to help defend.

Webb was small and tough, but his brain wasn't broken.

Seeing Ewing staring at him, he naturally took advantage of it to throw the ball to Louis Orr's hand.

A.C hits a jumper.

"John Thompson is a bastard!" Louie cursed.

Anderson smiled and said, "Do you mind if I include this sentence as well?"

"Better not." Louis was helpless.

"Unless you tell me why John Thompson is a bastard," Anderson said.

"When this game is over, I will answer all your questions." Louis wanted to open the black, but now is not the time.

Anderson is looking forward to it: "Yes."

The White team's offense was handed over to Ewing again.

Stockton didn't know that he had missed his perfect lover on the court, and Malone, who was a perfect match for his talent and beauty, couldn't come to him. His current partner is Ewing, who is expected by everyone to dominate the NBA like Sampson, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and others.

Stockton hit the ball to Ewing.

In the low post, facing A.C, Ewing made a classic Georgetown University turnaround jumper, "Whether you are 1.7m or 2.7m, I Ewing/Morning will show you with skills today".

Ewing hits a jumper.

"Patrick, are you so polite when you play? The person defending you is A.C. Do you want me to tell you his height and weight data?" Louie couldn't hold back, "He's even a virgin!"

"Damn it, is it true or false?" Robinson was surprised when he heard the words.

Louis smiled and said, "This news is true, he is a devout believer."

"Whether it's true or not, it's not ordinary people who can spread this kind of information." Robinson paid more respect to A.C.

Black team, Weber is obviously not only fast and courageous, but also clear-headed.

His speed is too fast, Stockton chose to open the two-meter defense.

Webb dropped the ball to Oakley.

Oakley has always been a hitter and rebounding machine in the minds of fans. In fact, his mid-range shooting is very good.

You can think of him as Reggie Evans with a height of 2.03 meters, a mid-range shot, and a little support.

He fired a shot and shook Orr.

Hit the ground for Bol who cut in.

Ewing decided to use his talent to fight Bol's height.

The results are ugly, Bol has a length of 231+259, and no one on the planet can stop him from hitting the basket high.

Ewing's defense failed, and Bol made a basket.

"Monster, how did this guy fall into the second round?" Robinson was shocked by Bol's height.

Louis hummed softly: "Until he finishes gaining weight, he won't become a monster, at most a strange creature that looks like a monster."

This time, the black team asked Bol to guard Ewing.

Ewing knew very well that in front of the altitude of 231+259, if he turned around and made a jumper, he would take a cap, so he hit a hard top, turned around, walked the baseline, jumped to the basket, and scored.

At this point, Phil Jackson requested a timeout.

"Phil, do you want to win so much?" Louie joked~www.readwn.com~ Jackson was smiling, but he was absolutely serious about the game: "Since it's a confrontation, we should play more quality."

After all, he led his players off the court to discuss how to deal with Ewing.

As the team's chief assistant coach, Tomjanovich doesn't care as much as Jackson, he doesn't care about winning or losing.

This matchup has only one use, which is to let Louis see clearly the strength and characteristics of the players.

Since Tomjanovich has taken over the team with Ewing, every attack of the White team must be around Ewing.

It is necessary to use a game to let Louie see Ewing's weight.

Jackson called a timeout in the stalemate in order to win, and may have played more from Ewing.

Louie supports them in doing so, and now it's time to see what Jackson does.

At the end of the timeout, it was unclear what move Jackson made. Ewing himself first exposed his most painful shortcomings in front of the big reporters.