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With four minutes left in the third quarter, Bird had already scored 19 points, and Dale Ellis was on par, making four three-pointers in five minutes, scoring 17 points, and seven in less than three quarters. Three points for a team-high 26 points.

The score was stuck at 75-76.

The Celtics trail by one point and Bird has a chance to tie it in a 2+1 round.

His free throw was missed, and this detail was captured by Louie. He decisively stopped the game, and the murderous pressing centered on Cooper, John Salley, Rodman, Stevens, and Wilson went into battle again.

For Bird, who has played for six minutes in a row, use the highest intensity defense. If he gets the ball and has a chance to attack, everyone except Wilson must foul him decisively and send him to the free throw line.

Louie would rather test Bird's free throw touch than his shooting percentage on defense.

When Ellis was replaced, he collapsed directly on the bench.

Louie handed him a bottle of Gatorade, and he couldn't imagine what this series would have been like without Ellis.

He's the only guy in the Knicks who's mentally prepared.

Without him, perhaps Bird's 19-point performance in a quarter would have taken the game away.

"Sorry, coach," Ellis said hoarsely. "I should have done better!"

"Don't say that, Dale." Louie sighed, "You have far exceeded my imagination."

Ellis's nose was sore, and the pain in his feet, like waves, came one after another.

He doesn't know if he can still play, he doesn't know.

What Ellis didn't know was that his performance gave the young teammates a shot in the arm.

Rodman is like a madman, Stevens is always a mad dog, Sally has no hippie smile, Cooper is rekindled, and Wilson, who has been playing him for eight minutes, is not replaced because Louie knows , he is still full of energy.

Ellis' impact is hard to quantify, but if anyone's performance was most affected by Ellis, it would be Wilson.

He is such a person, willing to be dominated by emotions, a sentimental, self-absorbed, idiot who has been defeated and fought repeatedly.

In the playoffs, he has become the leader of the Murder Press team, integrating with the Celtics, even if he rarely practices with them.

Louie's arrangement of a foul on Bird had amazing results.

Bird, intent on crushing the Knicks, opened fire in the third quarter, and he did reach a state of invincibility.

Maybe that's the legendary Zone, if he's healthy, even Dale Ellis at his best can't compete.

God bless New York, his back is as fragile as crystal glass, and the stronger Byrd consumes his body excessively. His spirit can rule the pain, his will can rule the pitch, but there is a time limit.

Those wonderful, immortal six minutes were the time limit given by the body to Bird.

He nearly destroyed Wilson, but he didn't expect the Knicks to have a brilliant Dale Ellis.

Now, the body began to backlash to give him severe pain.

The spasms and cramps in his back when he lifts the ball up on the free throws make it hard for him to find muscle memory.

One of two free throws, two missed free throws, two free throws missed... It is hard to imagine that two missed free throws will appear on Bird in a row.

When Bird made one of six free throws, it showed how uncomfortable he was.

In this one-on-one war of attrition, whether the will of the Knicks will collapse first, or the Celtics will be exhausted first, the result will be revealed.

Bird's unsustainable body made it difficult for the Celtics to find a solution in the face of the Knicks' murder.

On the other hand, for the Knicks, Wilson became more and more active, and finally played a wave of 9-1 offense in those four minutes.

85 to 76

The Knicks entered the fourth quarter with a nine-point lead.

"Are you tired?" Louie asked, looking at his players.

Wilson replied loudly: "Coach, we are not tired!"

"Believe me, the Celts are more tired than we are!" Louie shouted. "Remember, all the bad results in history were not caused by evil or brutality. The sad results often come from the people involved. Weak! I'm sure we're facing the toughest team, so we're going to challenge them with the toughest stance! In the fourth quarter, we're going to continue pressing, and if Bird is going to continue playing, you need to Find physical contact in a more brutal way."

Louie adjusted two positions. He replaced Stevens, who fouled too much, and John Salley, who was a little less aggressive, and replaced Hornacek and Ewing.

After the players played, Louie turned around and said to others: "All players who are on the active list must be prepared, I will press the murder to the end, and whoever of you is on the field, give me the **** life to trouble them!"

Louie's face flushed, and like Wilson, he fell into extreme emotionality.

Like Dale Ellis, he has to win this game.

"It seems that he decided to end the game in the bloodiest way possible."

Knicks star Dave Debusschere sighed.

"It's hard to imagine anyone else doing this to their former friend," Willis Reed said, "but it's the only way to win... No, this team has been around since the day LittleLu started. , just for today. LittleLu will do whatever it takes to win this match.”

All the people who watched Louis walking all the way had mixed feelings.

Boston is where he made his name, with his friends, friends and fans who used to love him very much.

Now, he's more annoying than Magic + Chamberlain + Pettit + Reed Holzman.

"Except for China Song, the other 12 players on the Knicks' active roster got the chance to play, and the Celtics always have only seven rotations. In this case, if the Knicks decide to maintain their full-court pressing To the last second of this game, for the Celtics..."

Hubie Brown never imagined that the game would play out this way.

Bird dragged his weak body against the body's alarm.

No one knows how long this will last.

The Knicks served, and Hornacek dribbled over half court.

The Celtics no longer have the energy to counter the Knicks with a full-court press.

They're in a seven-man rotation, and everyone is tired, so the Knicks don't need to worry about their press.

Ewing threw off Sampson and got the ball high.

Sampson posted it and didn't give him a shot. Ewing dribbled the ball with his right hand, made a strong three-step, made a one-handed hook shot in an awkward confrontation, and hit the board.

"Ahhhh~~!!"

Ewing clenched his fists and roared like Kevin Garnett.

87 to 76

Louis held out his hand.

Ewing patted it excitedly, and then, he returned to the backcourt to defend the Celtics' long pass, and the other four were distributed in the frontcourt in an orderly manner.

Earth-shattering boos poured from all sides of the arena.

Louis stood on the sidelines, and the fans cursed with grief and indignation, which was blocked by his hearing.

The Celtics threw the ball hard, and Thomas, who had his head blown in the first half, found that he didn't have a teammate to help him get the ball to the frontcourt.

What about Byrd?

Even he, when encountering difficulties, thinks of Bird.

Then, he saw Bird reluctantly move, but no matter where he ran, Rodman was attached to him like a shadow.

"Eight seconds! Watch out for eight seconds!"

K.C. Jones yelled, reminding Thomas.

The tense, smiling assassin ran dangerously through the Knicks' unbreakable defense.

His pass was Danny Ainge, but it was Hornacek who got stuck in Ainge's body and slapped the ball off.

In an instant, Rodman flew and grabbed the ball into his palm. Bird rushed over and made small movements to bring Rodman down.

Realizing that Bird was by his side, Rodman turned into a dangerous beast, and he recklessly swung a terrible elbow at Bird behind him.

This time, the elbow reached Bird's shoulder, and the shock to the fragile lower back.

Bird cried out in pain, and the referee blew his whistle.

The audience at the garden scene was suffocated for a moment.

Half a second later, furious fans nearly poured into the stadium.

"I've watched George McCann play and I've watched Wilt and Russell."

Hubby Brown said terrified.

"From the '40s, to the '50s, to the '60s, to the '70s, I dare say I know the game in those four years, but, I swear to God, this Knicks are the scariest I've ever seen. Team. They don't think of it as a basketball game at all, it's like a bunch of people trapped in a concentration camp who can only survive by killing a certain number of mates, and they're the kind of people who don't hesitate to kill their mates." Brown Angrily criticized, "This is not a basketball game at all, LittleLu released a group of beasts!"

Louis stood there, not moving for a long time.

Bird and Rodman grabbed the ball less than four meters away from him. He didn't walk over to ask Bird's injury. The expression on his face didn't change at all. He just stood there, waiting for the game to restart.

Byrd was unable to get up due to persistent cramping pains in his back.

After the Celtics team doctor came to check, he was carried on a stretcher.

The Knicks were called for a technical foul again, and they had no objection.

For Louie, that's a "good thing" because technical fouls don't count as personal fouls.

At the moment Bird was carried down, the garden looked like a hanging scene. Sadly, the onlookers are not here to join in the fun, they are like watching their relatives being hanged.

Just before Bird was carried down, he grabbed Isiah Thomas' hand.

"Don't give up, Isiah!"

This is Bird's last words to his teammates.

"Benj, do you think this game is over?"

Louis asked.

"Not yet, coach!"

"Byrd has been killed, why is it not over yet?"

Wilson replied, "Two troublesome fellows!"

Louis' tense face was relieved: "It's good that you know, and I also know that there is an old account between you and Isiah that has not been settled."

Louie patted Wilson on the back. "I can't imagine a better way, Benj."

Wilson took a deep breath and walked onto the court with four other teammates.

The Celtics will perform two free throws, and they choose to let Ainge make the free throws. The others lined up in midfield, and the two Chicago geniuses glanced at each other as Wilson passed Thomas.

For Louie, his real job as a coach is to empower his players to live up to their potential. But aside from potential, it's also important that they find their true selves on the pitch. A dependable great player must never be trapped by an unreal ego, whether you are a hero to stand up or a coward, these questions are settled from the moment you are born.

Some people can stand up, some people can't.

Talent and ego~www.readwn.com~ When you have these two things, you must hold on to them.

During the series against the Celtics, Wilson faltered several times, and Bird knocked him out several times, but all came close. These blows, torture, loss and frustration made Wilson see himself more and more clearly. When he sees his true self, he will be afraid, afraid, make mistakes, and disappoint people, but the more he is hit, the more he will rise up.

He does not accept failure and abandonment before all the results are achieved. This is the way he will pursue his life.

He will be wholeheartedly, stick to his beliefs, and never stop.

"Isiah," Wilson said murderously, "it's your turn."

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