The Rest, Only Noise

"Did you **** wake up?!"

Ranbir yells at Sampson, which is unexpected.

Sampson didn't expect Laimbeer to get mad at him. They played so badly in the second quarter. Everyone was responsible, but he was the one with the least responsibility.

He worked hard enough on both ends of the floor, and every time he got the ball, he was guarded by at least two or three guys from the Knicks.

Under the treatment of being double-teamed when he took the ball, he made no mistakes, and successfully passed the ball to an open teammate.

He created opportunities, found them, and passed the ball accurately. The only thing he didn't do right was his inability to use his mind to drive those **** to the rim.

Could it be that Laimbeer is going to blame him for those passes?

"Bill, calm down," Sampson said.

"Calm down? When did you **** let me calm down!" Ranbir snarled with a blue face: "Larry is injured, Isiah is useless tonight! To beat the Knicks, who do you think we have to rely on? Don't **** depend on you? But look at what the **** you've been up to, you're **** passing the ball, you've been passing the **** ball. You thought you were wearing a lot of **** chance balls, and We **** didn't make the ball, and then you can slap your **** and pass the buck? What a **** joke, you're a **** MVP! You and Larry make two million a year, our team A lot of people in here get less than a fraction of your money, and the team gives you two million a year, not to let you pass the ball like a **** coward here! You should focus all the **** **** In your own hands, let us all **** get out of your way! Then you **** kill them!"

Sampson pushed Ranbir away with a stern face, and said coldly, "You don't need to tell me this, you... you fucking."

"Has anyone counted it? How many 'fucks' did that wicked dog just say? Can't he be a quality person like me?" Louis complained, "This person's cultivation is really worrying. what."

Lui Xana performed the real-life version with fifty steps and a hundred steps, and Zhao Yuanzheng was responsible for bringing Lui back to the players.

"Coach, I think Ralph is going to attack."

"It's time for me to watch Boston lose."

Louis said.

What he said was surprising.

Everyone looked at him, wondering what this meant.

"As a general rule, Ralph will have a big explosion after that bad dog Ranbir uses 12 **** to motivate Ralph." Louie laughed, "and, I'm sure he will be happy to see his explosion. But I have a habit of spoiling the plot."

Louie laughed: "If Ralph can't catch the ball, it's useless to fight."

Tomjanovich listened carefully to what Louis said, and said with a look of disbelief: "I really admire you, in such a situation, you are in the mood to count how much the **** Ranbir said."

"No way, that vicious dog scolds so freely that my DNA is moved." Louie thought of the days and nights he scolded Ewing.

Time really doesn't come back.

On the other hand, the commentators tried to predict what would happen after Ranbir lashed out at Sampson.

Everyone wants to dance The Prophet, and the two commentators in the CBS national broadcast have the best stage.

"I've commented on so many NBA games, but this is the first time I've seen players on the same team use so many swear words to muffle their teammates." Dick Stockton turned to his partner , "Billy, what do you think?"

Cunningham tried to give himself a sense of "dude saw this."

"Dick, do you know who Ralph reminds me of in the second quarter? Wilt."

"The quitter?"

"Yes, although the time was short, Ralph did act like Wilt at the critical moment. He knew that he was capable of changing the situation, but he chose to pass the ball and let his teammates take over."

"Just now, Bill Laimbeer played the role of Alexander Hannum. In order to right Wilt, Alex tried to duel Wilt, which eventually won Wilt's respect helped the 76ers end the Celtics dynasty. Ironically, the problem with Alex and Wilt is that Wilt takes up too much of the ball and is unwilling to pass the ball to activate teammates. And Laimbeer's anger at Ralph is that he's passing too much and not taking responsibility."

"After that, though, everything will resume, and I'm sure Ralph will be the 'One Mr.' as we know him at the end of the timeout."

The game was watched by more than 7 million Americans.

Cunningham predicted in front of 7 million people: "The recovery of Ralph is a problem that the Knicks cannot solve. We will see a legendary reversal!"

Then, everyone saw the Knicks lineup.

Wilson, Cooper, Stevens, Salley, Ewing.

"Oh my God! littlelu really picks the time!" said John Most worriedly. "The notorious murder is imminent!"

"It's about this time!"

The reason Most and others are concerned is very simple.

Isiah Thomas sat off the court and Bird rested.

How can Ainge and the others break the Knicks' press?

What's more, the referee tonight is Dick Bavita, who has had conflicts with many old Celtics!

The first round was brutal.

The Knicks let Ewing wait in the backcourt, Sely stood in the midfield like a spider's web, and the other three pressed the frontcourt.

In less than three seconds, Harper was knocked to the ground.

Basketball also got out of hand.

The ball looked about to go out of bounds, and Stevens rushed out boldly, saving the ball back into the hands of his teammates.

Wilson stopped on the weak side and made a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

41 to 23

"18 points difference! Knicks defense is crazy!"

And Auerbach, with the fans in the field to put pressure on the referee.

They were really about to get mad at Bavita.

Then, the Knicks' defense was fierce but not dirty, tight but not clingy.

They avoided all contact that could be called a foul.

With physical confrontation, wingspan, strength, and tacit cooperation, the Celtics broke the ball.

Moments like these remind Bostonians of the looming horror of murder.

No one knows this defense better than the Celtics.

The Murder Press was created to deal with the Celtics.

Within two minutes, the difference was pulled to 23 points.

The Celtics had to request a second timeout in the second quarter.

"Next, they're definitely going to replace Isiah Thomas."

Louis said with a smile.

Don't say that you don't know him, even if you know him, seeing this smile makes you shudder.

Louie called out Dale Ellis and replaced John Salley.

"Dale, even though you're part of a pressing team, your job isn't to be part of the press. Of course, you need to defend, but you just need to defend as you normally would. Besides defending, what you're doing is lying in ambush. In the frontcourt, once our guys grab the ball, they will pass the ball to you as soon as possible." Louie glanced at the scorer, "In this case, every three-pointer you make is possible. Kill this game. Let everyone see your true strength!"

Ellis came on stage with a grateful heart.

In his eyes, Louis is a family-like existence. Because Louie embraced his identity in an era when all coaches viewed the 3-point shot as heresy, making his 3-point shot an accepted, feared weapon.

Louis had a reinvention favor for him, and he could never reciprocate it.

If Louis' greatest wish was to defeat the Celts, he would devote all his strength to it.

He regrets what he did off the court.

He completely ruined his relationship with Louie, and when Louie accepted his apology before the trade was finalized and gave him another chance, he decided, no matter what...he was going to repay Louie in the playoffs anyway. .

If Laimbeer is the Celtics in this game the last player to want to lose to the Knicks.

The Knicks here, the performance of the least want to lose to the Celtics, is definitely Ellis.

He didn't listen to Louie - Louie told him to defend as normal as he usually does, to stabilize his touch. Make shooting threes your number one priority.

He didn't do that.

He sees himself as part of a murder press team, runs frantically and commits two fouls in a minute.

Unlike the members of the Murder Press, he had no specific training.

So he doesn't know how to avoid fouling in this situation.

The defensive action that was anxious to get angry stunned Louis.

"If you get yourself out of the court full of fouls and don't even make a three-pointer, I can't spare you!" Louie yelled.

Isiah Thomas broke through the Knicks' backcourt blockade, rushed to the frontcourt, and forcibly withstood Ewing's body for a layup.

"This isn't a foul?" Auerbach yelled.

Bavita ignored them.

Ewing picked up the ball ~www.readwn.com~ and threw it forward.

Wilson took the long pass, didn't stop, and passed the ball to Ellis on the outside.

Ellis, who has already exerted his full strength on defense, completed the whole process of shooting, and the Celtics' help defense also came in front of him, but it was useless.

He threw it out against the defense.

"Shhh!!"

This scene of blood rushing made Louis's blood pressure rise more than ten degrees.

After Ellis threw the ball, he looked towards the audience at the scene.

The always silent assassin roared loudly: "I'm going to kill the Celtics!!"

If Louie were to rate all the goosebumps he's ever encountered in his life, Dale Ellis would have gotten at least a 99.

Louis was so excited that he couldn't even speak.