The Rest, Only Noise

Chapter 52: The perfect performance of the agitator

"Fortunately you still remember me."

Louie is also a little worried that Sampson is Asian face blindness.

Legend has it that some people see Asians as one with thousands of faces. Whether they believe it or not, Louis believes it anyway. Just like blacks and whites of all non-East Asian races have body odor.

"I will never forget you, coach Auerbach should let you convince my parents." Sampson was impressed by Louie's performance.

Although they don't know each other, but if they can exchange a few words, the atmosphere will come.

Auerbach didn't even have a chance to chat before entering the door.

"For a small character like me, it is estimated that the adults in your family don't want to listen to me."

Sampson began to get to the point, "Leon said, how many hours have you been waiting for me here?"

"um, yes."

"You know I'll be here?"

"My goal, like Reid, is to convince you to enter the draft, so of course I need to get to know you."

Sampson said unexpectedly: "Isn't this over? My family has rejected coach Auerbach."

In an instant, Louie captured the point of Sampson's words.

"My understanding is that it was your family who rejected us, Coach Holland, and Professor Ugly, not you." Louis said slowly.

Sampson smiled, "Professor Brett doesn't usually do that. He was invited by Holland to create problems for you today, but you successfully stopped him."

It is very rare for Hollandken to introduce them to the Sampson family. He believes that Sampson will not participate in the draft in advance, but he is worried that Auerbach's eloquence will convince the family, so he invites foreign aid.

It can be understood both emotionally and logically.

"Ralph, most people hear Reed's offer that they can't refuse." Louie laughed, "Why would you and your family refuse the 650,000 income?"

Sampson said flatly: "For me, the money is just the difference between going into my pocket next year or in my pocket a few years from now."

He has arrogant capital.

Regardless of whether it is a senior candidate, he is the best choice for the No. 1 pick.

"I don't want to repeat what Reid said, but you should know that anyone is at risk of injury on the field." Louie hopes to be able to speak to Sampson like a friend.

With no family by his side and no grown-ups to look after him, Sampson was open and talked about everything.

"If I'm destined to get injured on the field, that's my fate and I'm not going to complain."

Louis admired his courage, and if it was him, he really couldn't refuse the 650,000.

"You don't care about money, you don't care about pomp, you don't even care about the team environment..."

How could Auerbach convince him if it seemed so insufferable?

"No, I value it," Sampson explained. "I value all of those things, but none of them are the most important to me."

"I know what you value most."

Louie ripped open the hot dog roll and ate a small piece of bread.

"you know?"

"Yes, I know." Louie bit the bread in his mouth, "You have a physique that the world has never seen before, I've seen Wilt Chamberlain's game video (actually none), and his physique is in the Above you, but he doesn't have your speed, you run like a deer; I also understand Kareem Kareem's college career (no idea at all), you have more comprehensive skills than him at the same time; I Know more that you are proficient in the mid-to-long range jumper beyond the free throw line, you can dribble, you can push the ball, you want to be the ball handler and the dominant player, you want to change the game of basketball, you want to get rid of the center player. The shackles of low melee combat!"

Louie's words are like magic sounds. He completely masters the tone of his speech, when to rise, when to drop, when to express his emotions, when to control his emotions, and when to hit the listener's heart.

He was clear.

Ralph Sampson thought Louie took his heart out and read it, otherwise how could he be so straightforward about his greatest wish?

"Why..." Sampson stuttered in shock. "Why... you... would you know?"

Only this sentence, Louis is sincere: "Because I see the future of basketball in you."

In Auerbach's words, Louie was flattering Sampson.

But his way of flattery is different from what Sampson usually hears. This was what he wanted to hear, and it was the first time he had heard such a thing from someone other than himself.

He seemed to have met someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

"The future of basketball I envision is one that's fast, elegant, and blurs the distinctions between positions. Whether you're a five-foot guard or a seven-foot center, you can show your skills as you want." Louie's eyes Focus on Sampson, "Ralph, I know what you're thinking, and I know what you're worrying about, that's why I'm here waiting for you, I want you to know—you're not alone, I understand your Feel, I know what it's like to go against tradition."

Louie said sincerely: "Even if you don't want to enter the draft now, I hope you leave the University of Virginia. Choosing this school to be close to home will hurt your future and destroy your dreams. Coach Holland is very good. Respects you and loves you very much, but he doesn't know how to develop your potential, your team is playing at a slow pace, you have to be surrounded by two or three people every time you catch the ball, and the weak lineup makes it difficult for you Getting closer to a national championship — I don't see a single factor in your favor on this team."

Sampson fell silent, he was struggling, he was fighting himself, he was fighting his family, he was fighting the expectations of his hometown man who was eager to bring him a national championship.

"You are an unprecedented unicorn, the NCAA soil is not enough for you to thrive, if you insist on playing in college for three or even four years, it will cause huge damage to your future, this is by no means alarmist, If you really think you want to change the sport, then you should get into the highest leagues now to improve!"

Sampson seems to be looking for reasons why he shouldn't be in the NBA.

He finally had a response: "Being on the bench in Boston...would it help me improve more than UVa?"

"Do you think you've improved at UVa in the past year?" Louie laughed sarcastically, "I'm not insulting your school or denying your training results, but aside from your weight, you're in The past year hasn't progressed, your talent hasn't been developed in any way, Coach Holland wants you to play more inside, and you're destined to be a game-changing revolutionary, if you stay here, you always do. not."

"With your current weight, you can't withstand NBA-level collisions, so you have to come off the bench, which is for your future. When you have a strong enough body, starting for you is a matter of course. "

"Playing off the bench in Boston, you can learn tricks from a lot of great players."

"Dave Cowens, Cedric Maxwell, Archibald, and Larry Bird -- if I said he was the best passer of all time, would you believe it?" Louie said enthusiastically, "He's just so good. Playing next to Larry is a hundred times easier than UVa. Before you carve out your own offensive skills, he will use the ball to give you countless opportunities to score easily."

Sampson's face became as fanatical as Louie's, and he seemed eager to become an NBA player in place.

His eyes were filled with the desire to "I'm going to the **** NBA right now".

"And I promise you!" Louie said in the most earnest tone Sampson had ever seen, "If you come to Boston, I will do my best to help you improve your weaknesses, and I will make you the best you can be. Rebounder, best shot blocker, best finisher, greatest post since Kareem Abdul-Jabbar - someday, if I'm lucky enough to coach you, I swear, I'll make you look as good as any other post Different!"

The frenzy in Sampson's face was gone, and there was no desire in his eyes.

He was stunned as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Louis is full of confidence in his own words to incite motivation. He used this kind of words before crossing the road, making Zhou Qi leave his childhood playmate and leave his hometown to come to Xinjiang; making Qi Lin ghostly believe that CUBA will allow players to play for the CBA. The youth league is playing the college league at the same time~www.readwn.com~ In a blink of an eye, the sky outside has dimmed.

Sampson was lost in thought.

After a few minutes, he said, "I need to think about it."

Louis could see that the willingness to participate in the draft was irresistibly prevailing, and he was suppressing the willingness to stay in school with a devastating force.

Louie succeeded in convincing Sampson that he had no future at school.

More importantly, he touched Sampson's heart.

He knew that this was an ambitious man.

He's got talent that doesn't see the ceiling, but has a passion for basketball that goes far beyond Wilt Chamberlain and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

"I'll be here until closing, you can always call here and tell me the answer."

"If you don't come to a conclusion tonight, I'll still be here tomorrow, and I'll be here until you make a final decision."

Louie believes it is only a matter of time before Sampson makes up his mind.

he's gone.

At about 10 p.m., Louie was about to drink his seventh Coke of the day when the phone at the counter rang.

The waiter picked up the phone and shouted, "Lu, Ralph is looking for you."

Louis's mood was beating fast, he was sure, but even the one in ten thousand chance of missing was disturbing until he got the answer.

He did so much preparation to change Sampson's fortunes, and what was the result?

He got the phone, "Tell me directly."

"I want to put 650,000 in my pocket right away," Sampson said over there.

"Yes, direct enough!" Louis couldn't wait to smile, "I promise you will get your wish!"

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