The Rest, Only Noise

"Are you such a father? The child has been crying for a long time and still has no response!"

The old mother's Hedong Lion's Roar is always a more powerful bed calling tool than an alarm clock.

Louis rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"Just after dinner, I said why did you sleep so late?" Li Xuanbing's loud voice was about to ask Louis what was going on recently, but Louis had already got up.

He went back to bed at about eight o'clock and set an alarm for four hours, but he didn't really fall asleep until the last hour. It was about ten o'clock, and it was twelve o'clock in the morning, which means he only slept. about an hour.

Louis went to wash first, and then made milk for his son to drink.

Li Xuanbing cooked a table of side dishes, and Lorraine usually did not go home at noon, so there were only Louis, Li Xuanbing, the nanny and Lu Wuxia.

Louis ate by himself and fed the child at Li Xuanbing's strong request.

Louis could only pretend that the bottle was a plane and rumbled towards his son.

The moment the pacifier entered Lu Wuxia's mouth, he glanced at his father with a suspicious expression, and swallowed the milk with a complicated and strange expression.

Louis will never forget this expression of Lu Wuxia, which is the most similar thing between him and Lorraine.

Whenever Louis did something stupid, Lorraine looked at him with this look.

Then, all of a sudden, Lu Wuxia raised his hand to applaud his father, obviously he was still a baby without self-awareness, but his high five gave a heavy sense of irony.

Louis felt that he was being scolded by his son.

Or, his applause just now at least has this meaning: "Wow, Dad, you can actually find my mouth, it's amazing, I'm not afraid of your pride if I give you some applause."

To be honest, Louie suddenly found that it was more fun to go to the Blue Palace and scold Ewing than to feed the children.

At least to Ewing, he can scold him any way he wants. He can scold him in a combination of Chinese and Western style when he scolded him. To his own children, Li Xuanbing will not let him go.

Mr. You, I didn't think I needed you so much.

In the afternoon, Louis went to New York University to deliver dessert to Lorraine, and then rushed to the Blue Palace.

When Louis first arrived at the Blue Palace, Ewing was already sweating, Truk Robinson was practicing with him, and Spot Webber was in charge of passing.

He's working hard, but what he needs to work on is getting into the habit of looking for someone to slot when he sees a shot.

What he should endure will not be reduced by a single cent because of his efforts at this time.

Louis came to his office indifferently.

After a while, Tomjanovich came and took out the edited video.

Louis put it up in the office. He has watched this game three times from yesterday to now, and he has memorized all the details that should be remembered.

He fast-forwarded through it, then said to Tomjanovich, "A few clips missing."

Tomjanovich asked in surprise, "Which ones?"

"In the sixth minute of the first quarter, Patrick lost his mind when he was stuck in position, and Larry grabbed the rebound."

"In the seventh minute of the third quarter, Patrick just went on the court to prevent a pick-and-roll error, and in the eighth minute he was not stuck and was taken off the offensive rebound."

"Make up for these three shots."

Louis actually remembered so many details, Tomjanovich found that his work was still not in place, and quickly went to the editor to process it.

The players on the training ground did not know that Louis was going to throw a tantrum at today's resumption meeting.

Manute Bol promotes his draft story for the 101st time.

The 1985 draft wasn't his first draft, his first was in 1983, when he was selected in the fifth round by the Cleveland Cavaliers. As a result, he wasn't officially drafted into the NBA until 1985 because the league determined he was ineligible for the draft at the time.

Bol was a very interesting man, and everyone loved to hear him tell stories.

His favorite stories are about the tribal life of the Sultan, and how he and his family have amazed teammates time and time again with stories of how he and his family killed lions with spears, used cows as currency, and pulled out teeth in Dinka ceremonies.

Before the afternoon training session began, Louis held a review session.

In the video room, everyone on the coaching staff was there, and the players took their seats.

Louie first performed the stunt of filling a Coke with one hand, inserted a straw, and asked Tomjanovich to play the edited video.

The video is divided into two parts, one part is about how the team was beaten by the Celtics, and the other part is Ewing's "personal show".

Different from the collections in the popular sense, the collections shown to the audience always report good news but not bad news, while the collection of internal review is to report bad news but not good news.

The principle is that your 39 minutes of good shots shouldn't obscure the fact that you've played 9 minutes of bad shots.

"Manute, if you use half of your jokes to build muscle, these **** won't be knocked off." Louie pressed the pause button, and then let everyone see Bol being knocked off by Thomas head-on confrontation After finishing the layup, "You are 7 feet 4 inches tall, but you have been repeatedly humiliated by a guy who is as short as a dwarf in your eyes. I am really ashamed of you, and even a little doubt that you have killed a lion. the truth of the matter.”

The camera turns to Tony Campbell's stupid offensive options.

"Who will tell me why Tony dares to shoot like this?"

"Who are you? Michael Jordan? Or Bernard King? If you were mj, I'd trade you right away, and if you were Bernard, I'd pray you'd be like that next time you do something like this Wounded like a bad guy, don't you **** notice you've been attacking boston traps from start to finish?"

"what is this?"

A round of dry pulls and strong throws.

"what is this?"

Ignore the teammate's vacant fast break and get covered.

"And this!" Louie pointed out a round that Campbell had forcibly shot under the flank, "What the **** are you telling me?!"

Bol was scolded, Campbell was scolded, Wilkins was scolded... Except for Stockton, only Ewing has not been scolded.

But when Ewing in the episode becomes the protagonist, Jamaica's nightmare begins.

In the first picture, Bird missed a three-pointer, and Ewing was not stuck in position. Sampson behind him easily picked up the rebound, and because of his poor defensive choices, he was unexpectedly dunked by the opponent with his right hand from the middle.

"Patrick, are you obsessed with cleanliness? Why don't you lean up? What are you doing?" Louie asked, "What kind of defense is this? You look like the security guard at the Sampsons is welcoming him in!"

Picture 2, congratulations, Ewing is stuck in position, but he is not stuck in position. Because he put Sampson behind him, the confrontation he exerted was not enough to keep the opponent on the surface.

So Sampson jumped with all his strength, picked up the rebound and scored from behind him.

"I'm so **** sorry for your girlfriend, how could she find any pleasure in bed with you asshole?"

Louis roared: "Break up with her, you are nothing!"

Ewing was furious and got up to attack Louis and was stopped by his teammates.

"Let him go!" Louie yelled, "I'll see what this **** dares to do to me!"

In the next picture, Sampson grabbed the rebound from behind when he was not stuck.

Louie pressed pause, walked to Ewing, grabbed his clothes and pointed at the screen: "How many times do you want me to tell you the fuck? If you're an insider, confrontation is your duty in the game, but what are you doing? Do you have a confrontation? Do you have a slot? You look like an insufferable **** who can only rely on tools to satisfy your partner, and I feel more and more sympathetic to your woman!"

"It was an accident!" Ewing yelled with red eyes.

Louis let go of him and sneered, "Aren't there too many accidents?"

Next, no position, no position, French military salute, wrong defensive position, no position, no position, no position... What data can reflect a player who scored 12 rebounds in a single game? Did Man barely protect any of the rebounds he was supposed to be protecting?

"This is just the highlights of the first half! When our starting center, the most trusted guy in the team, and the highest-paid player in the league achieves this virtue, the fiasco is doomed!" Louie once again attacked Ewing, " Last night, the Bostonians humiliated every fan in New York City, humiliated the entire Knicks team, but you were the one who hurt us the most! What you did in the paint, your bad defensive habits, **** it , I don't know what to say, you **** ruined our game like a spy leading the way for the enemy!"

"This is the worst performance I've ever seen!"

"Shameful and hard to look at!"

"We paid the most money to this softball who didn't get stuck, and the New Yorkers still counted on him to lead the Knicks revival?"

Louie smashed the remote control at the TV and growled like a hyperthyroid attack: "I hope you **** revive New York basketball, it's better to hold a machine gun and let the players of other teams in the league line up and shoot! This is for you to lead the revival of New York basketball. The only way!"

The TV screen is cracked, but still plays.

Louie clicked play with the remote, just in time for a round in which Ewing opened his hands to bid Bird drive a layup in front of him.

Louie laughed, and he paused again.

"Except for Patrick, everyone else will go back to training for me!"

The players who heard this sentence fled like a prisoner who had been pardoned.

"You don't have to train today." Louie put the remote control in Ewing's hand, "you watch this tape right here, watch it over and over, remember every turn, remember how incompetent you are in front of them, remember What an ugly gesture you have in here, at the end of the tape you will see my face, you will see a face of disappointment and pain, but helpless."

When Louis walked to the door, he turned his head and said, "If you don't have the courage to face it, I can accept it, after all, soft eggs like you have the same characteristic~www.readwn.com~ that is, they don't dare to look back on themselves. The past of shrinking eggs."

"You guys don't stand around here either," Louie told his assistants. "Give our Mr. Softball some privacy."

The teaching assistants came out, and they followed Louie back to his office.

Louie bought a bottle of Coke straight from the vending machine and asked his teaching assistants, "Did I go a little too far?"

Phil Jackson smiled flatly: "I heard that the director of "Salo, or the 120 days of sodom" made the actors eat real feces in pursuit of authenticity. Do you think this is too much?"

"Too much?" Louie had heard of the movie.

Jackson laughed: "What you just did, it's almost there."

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