The Rest, Only Noise

"You've just done it, and it's almost there."

Sometimes, Louie's anger and scolding are acting.

It was a kind of performance that he regarded as performance art, but just now, his performance was the anger accumulated by staying up late last night to review the game, and then seeing the unstoppable outbreak after seeing the client.

It's an outpouring of sincerity.

"Because I really care." Louis did not regret it, even if it caused a estrangement with Ewing, even if Ewing hated and hated him.

If Yoo changed those wrong habits and styles of play because of the people he hated and hated, Louie would have accepted it.

He doesn't mind being hated, what he minds is a person with a bright future who becomes mediocre under his nose, just like Zhou Qi.

He is responsible for Zhou Qi's mediocrity, but he can still find excuses.

For example, the general environment of CBA at that time was not suitable for training people, for example, he was not a member of the coaching staff.

If he has no direct connection with Zhou Qi's growth, then he should not be responsible for the other party's fall.

It's different now. Ewing is under his control. His performance determines not only his future, but also the future of the Knicks.

Before Jordan's rise, except for the Seattle SuperSonics in 1979, every championship team had a great inside player.

If Ewing develops normally, he could still be the cornerstone of a championship team.

But Louie was reluctant to make another flawed film like he never came.

Now that he is the director of Ewing's film, he can decide the whole process of this film. Since he has seen this film before, should the original problems of the film appear again in this film he directed inside?

Maybe, if you change to a traverser, it is estimated that he really will not care about anything. It is enough to build a space battleship based on the omniscient and omnipotent foresight, but he can't.

He has Zhou Qi ptsd (can't see the future of players falling), and he is not so omniscient and omnipotent. As for the NBA after 1985, he only knows it and doesn't know why.

So be careful and cautious every step of the way.

Ewing is his foundation, and he can't let anything go wrong with the foundation.

No one persuaded Louie again, Tomjanovich went to supervise the training, and Jackson asked if he needed to comfort Ewing.

"Don't go, what are you doing!" Louis said angrily.

Robinson asked, "So who am I practicing today?"

"Patrick doesn't train today, so you can train whoever you want, and don't make yourself too tired. If that guy has pursuits, he might let you stay and train with him."

In the end, this was what Louis said.

Louis was about to watch a movie to relax when suddenly, his phone rang.

It was Baylor.

"Seattle wants to make a deal with us," Baylor said.

Louis asked with interest: "What do they want?"

"Louis Orr."

"What is the offer?"

"George Johnson (;johnsonc) and Alex Stevens (alexstivrinssf) and 1988 first-round pick, but top-ten protection."

The Supersonics' desire to strengthen is urgent. Their first-round pick in 1986 was in the hands of the Celtics, and no matter how bad their record was, they would be a wedding dress for others.

"Elgin, what do you think?" Ask your colleagues for their opinions first. This is a basic respect for them, and it also shows that you are open-minded.

Baylor is positive about the deal.

"Although George Johnson and the Latvian are of no use to us, George is on an expiring contract, the Latvian is a rookie, has room for improvement, and has a future first round, but Orr is of little use to us."

Louie said lightly, "Let Wilkens call me."

"it is good."

Louie waited for a while when the Sonics' general manager, Lenny Wilkens, called.

"Hello, Coach Lu, Elgin should have told you about the transaction. Do you have any ideas?"

Louie had a hard time believing that Wilkens would negotiate a win-win tone.

"Lenny, you and I are old friends, let me just say it directly, if you don't give me more draft picks, I won't make a deal with you."

"Lu, I've given you two useful players and a first-round pick. What I'm going to replace is a player who doesn't have much use in your hands. It's a deal that's good for both of us."

Louis was used to the words of this group of people.

There are few win-win situations in the trading field, and one side wins twice. If it can't win twice, but neither side makes much profit, it is called stop loss.

If Louie agrees to this deal, he will give away a player who can play as a starter for nothing, in exchange for an old-fashioned center, and an international player whose historical significance is greater than practical significance - well, is Stevens really an international player? He forgot.

Oh, and an impossibly discounted pick.

"Lenny, this deal is only good for you, I don't see where it's good for us. Are you trying to say that George Johnson will be useful to us, or that it can be done when your international friends who don't have a chance come to New York. Revitalized and played like a qualified NBA player? As for the first-round pick you said you were going to give me, in my opinion, there is no sincerity at all." Louie and Wilkens have met many times, and the two sides It is a familiar acquaintance, and now that the conversation has started, his words are also very direct. "I'm not very optimistic about your future, so I believe that until 1988, your first-round picks were also in the top ten. You set up a top-ten pick to protect you just want to be an empty-handed white wolf. I can't agree. ."

Wilkens said dissatisfiedly: "Do you think I'll go in for a potential lottery pick for Lewis?"

"That's your problem, Lenny, that's what I'm asking for Lewis, you know, he's a power forward, but he can guard small forwards, play center in small-ball lineups, and defend the Knicks. The best on the team, I don't use him purely because I want to give the rookies more time."

Louis said confidently.

"If you want him, you have to pay more."

"what do you want?"

"Change the 1988 first-round top-ten protection to a top-three protection, and give me a future first-round pick swap, maybe I'll agree."

"Impossible, Louis!"

"It's a shame Lenny, I hope you get a good player from someone else to solve your pressing needs, I love you, really."

After all, Louis hung up the phone.

Louie walked out of the office and asked Tomjanovich downstairs, "How is the Seattle SuperSonics record now?"

"Very bad!" Tomjanovich was impressed. "Only four wins."

It seems that my asking price is still too conservative, and should have two first-round picks swapped.

Louis thought to himself, and suddenly found that the players were all looking over.

Immediately, a stinky face was thrown over, "What are you looking at? I'm thinking about trading you bastards!"

Suddenly, the phone in the office rang.

"Are there so many people who can't hold their breath?"

Louis muttered as he sat on the desk and answered the phone.

"Hey."

"Which year's first-round pick swap do you want?"

"I know it's embarrassing for you, so, I don't want to make things difficult for you too much, so let's go, you give me the 1992 first-round pick swap option, and we'll make a deal."

"Seven years later?"

"That's right, seven years later, in 1992, you must not be the general manager of the Supersonics by then. If it's really cheap, we won't be able to hold you accountable."

"you..."

"Lenny, what are you hesitating about?" Louie said, lying on his desk, leaning against his notebook, "If you fall to the bottom of seventh or worse this year, and give the Bostonians a lottery lottery for nothing, wouldn't Seattle's Will the executives let you go? The most important thing now is not 1988 or 1992, but how to avoid giving Boston the No. 1 and No. 2 picks in the 1986 draft..."

After a long struggle, Wilkens finally chose to drink poison to quench his thirst.

With a draft pick protected only by the top three picks in the first round, it was exchanged with the distant first round in 1992, and two garbage players were taken out and sent to New York in exchange for Louis Orr.

"So be it..."

"It's a pleasure to work with, Lenny."

"I don't want to call you again, Louie!"

"Don't, Lenny, this is what you said. I think it's good to make a deal that is beneficial to both of us!"

In Louis's banter, Wilkens hung up the phone.

Louie called Baylor again to inform him of his results.

"Is he crazy enough to agree to your condition?" Baylor called out.

Louie said with a little regret: "After learning about Seattle's record, I think my asking price is still a little lower, but it's okay, who made me and Lenny friends? It's okay to suffer a little loss, contact them quickly, Send the fax to the league so they don't regret it."

Baylor asked amusingly: "Didn't we suffer a little? How could they regret it?"

"Elgin, stop talking nonsense! Get to work!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Louis walked out of the office again and called Louis Orr.

"Come to my office."

After Orr came, Louie gave him his favorite Budweiser.

The polite greetings and various cares made Orr very uncomfortable.

Orr knew something was up.

"Coach, if you have something to say, please speak directly."

"You were traded~www.readwn.com~" Louie said with regret: "You are a player I like very much. You can see from our roster this season that you are the only veteran. I like your work ethic, game attitude, experience, defense... Really, I don't want to trade you, but sometimes I have to give up. "

If Orr cooperates, maybe Louis will shed a few tears.

"I understand, coach," Orr asked. "My next stop?"

"Seattle," Louie said. "They promised me a higher tactical position."

"Thank you, coach."

Orr was leaving. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Your attitude towards Patrick is too much. If it were me, I would definitely kill you."

"Well, I know Patrick loves me." Louie laughed.

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