The Rest, Only Noise

"You have no way of explaining how Boston got this far, and tonight the Celtics and Sixers hated each other so much that it made the game look like American football and ice hockey. Countless people fell, several players Injuries, countless bruises on everyone. It was the most intense game I've seen in a long time." - Sports Illustrated writer John Papanec on-site notes.

In the last two minutes of the third quarter, the game played as if the two troops running out of ammunition were fighting with fists, legs and teeth.

Bird punched Dr. J's defense, but was knocked over by Dawkins in the penalty area.

This kind of unreasonable action, obviously a foul but not called, is difficult to accurately calculate how many fouls did not sound tonight.

The Doctor took the ball to the front court, and was blocked by Sampson, who was chasing at full speed, with his fingertips.

Andrew Toney, who followed behind them, scored the rebound and forced Sampson's body forward. The whistle sounded, 2+1.

White Jones' shot was interfered by Sampson, and the Doctor grabbed the rebound but was knocked over by Maxwell. Dawkins wanted to make a last attempt, but Bird caused an offensive foul.

It turned out that the game was an offensive foul.

Louis tried to laugh.

Archibald broke through with the ball in the middle. He wanted to score the ball, but his vision was blocked. The body of the layup was affected by external forces, and he couldn't grasp the ball at all. He shot in a hurry and fell heavily. The offensive rebound was taken by Maxwell, who passed Dawkins beautifully and hit the rebound.

71 to 72

The Celtics were only one point behind the 76ers. Dr. J missed a mid-range shot. Dawkins grabbed the offensive rebound with all his might and passed to Andrew Tony who was on the three-point line before time ran out.

That distance was beyond his range, but he had no choice.

Archibald's defense didn't give enough interference. He made a dry pull at the buzzer and hit a hollow.

74 to 71

Both sides entered a frantic fourth quarter.

From Bird intercepted the 76ers pass and got his sixth steal of the night, but fell to the ground due to the unstable center of gravity, but still held the ball until he saw his teammates. The keynote of the game has been set.

Louis saw that the 76ers were unswervingly playing the seven-man rotation, and Dawkins had five criminals. Although the others were brave, they were always tired.

Louie's eyes fell on Chris Ford.

Long and Bird gave the Celtics two space points, a luxury configuration in the '80s.

But the Celtics also sat a space point off the court.

He can play both guard positions and has no problems other than not being tough on defense.

Chris Ford, he is a typical white player, slow, poor defense, good skills, the top three-point shooting in the league.

Now, the 76ers, who play a seven-man rotation, no longer have the strong defense in the first half. If you put Ford on the court and use it only as a space point, no matter how strong their defense is, it will not be effective.

Because defensive intensity is about physical confrontation, if he just stands on the perimeter and pulls space, what can you do.

Louie walked up to Fitch quickly and shared his thoughts.

Fitch didn't like the idea of ​​Ford replacing Archibald, but from Game 5 onwards, the Celtics adjusted their play on both ends of the offense and defense according to Louie's idea, and it worked. Now, he has no reason to reject Louie's proposal.

"Just do as you say!" Fitch went to the technical desk to apply for a substitution.

Just as the Celtics made a substitution, Andrew Toney made three consecutive pull-up jumpers beyond his usual range, booing the Garden.

80 to 74

The Celtics switched to Ford and had a lineup they had never used before: Ford, Long, Bird, Maxwell, Sampson.

Archibald, who was replaced midway, did not feel the slightest frustration and became the cheerleader on the bench.

Every time he defends, Laimbeer stands up and roars loudly, never letting his teammates make any mistakes.

Not just them, everyone stood up.

This team has never been more united.

Dr. J's tough paint turn and fadeaway shot, the ball swirled around the rim like some sort of signal—the goddess of victory was smiling at the Phillies.

So it goes in!

82 to 74

John Long continued to run, running from beyond the arc into the three-point line, then into the corner to receive a pass from Bird.

In a critical moment, a three-pointer shot.

Third goal tonight.

no hits!

But they pulled the 76ers away, and Sampson grabbed the offensive rebound, jumped violently, and dunked on Dr. J's head.

Dr. J hit the basket because he couldn't take the impact.

Sampson became the Celtics' sanctuary of the paint, a first-year rookie, like Andrew Toney, who were key gentlemen in this series.

Interfering with Dr. J's layup, he turned to block Bobby Jones, who had rebounded for a second offense.

The rebound fell to the ground, and he desperately slid to the ground to grab the ball and threw it to Bird.

The announcer's voice was inaudible.

Fitch's roar blended into the cheers and shouts of the fans, and Louie had never been in such a rowdy environment.

The smell of sweat from the fans, the smell of beer, the body odor of a mix of blacks and whites, plus the closed environment of this old warehouse.

They played a purgatory game in the worst arena in the nation.

Louie is always on the lookout for the perfect team, and the teams that can be perfect but fall for a variety of reasons off the pitch.

He is now seriously judging, is this Celtics a perfect team?

They have a grumpy coach of the conservative tradition, you could say he's not perfect;

They have a domineering second-year star, who comes from the country, has low self-esteem, is sensitive, arrogant and determined, but always likes to do difficult things. You can conclude that he is not perfect;

They have a superstar who is highly expected by countless people, played a season as a backup, shined in the Eastern Conference finals but couldn't even grab a rebound. You take it for granted that he is not perfect;

Before Game5, they were still quarreling over various things. The coach accused them of not being tough. The attitude of the old players was too lazy. , you have absolutely every reason to say they are not perfect.

From Game 5 onwards, some things started to change.

The difference varies back and forth between 1 and 2 points.

Both the Celtics and 76ers used all their energy to keep opponents from scoring.

Ford didn't make a field goal. He made three shots, one 3-pointer, and two mid-range shots, all of which went wide of the basket. He looked very calm, his mood was not affected, he just didn't feel it.

Louie didn't let Fitch make a substitution because the 76ers were afraid of Ford's range, and even if he didn't score, he was disintegrating the 76ers' space.

The Celtics still have pockets, but not as strong as before, because Sampson needs to take care of a lot of things.

Dr. J's eyebrows burned by the desire to score, and he made a priceless right high jumper.

88 to 86

In the final minute and a half, the 76ers still held the lead.

When Bird stood on the outside with Long and Ford at the same time, the 76ers chose to short Ford to attack Bird.

Bird passes the ball to Ford.

Showing his unselfishness and big-picture vision, Ford saw Maxwell rush to the rim quickly, so he used his shot as a guise and threw the ball to the rim abruptly.

Bobby Jones approached like a demon, knowing that he couldn't cover Maxwell's ball, he decided to push his opponent into the abyss - he slammed Maxwell, who had jumped into the air, into the basket, and that sound. The bang was audible to everyone, and the perpetrator was a saint who was holding a Bible wherever he went.

"You bastard, tickle me?" Maxwell exclaimed, staring.

He got up and made two solid free throws.

88 to 88

1 minute 14 seconds

The 76ers made a mistake in their half-court offense and actually passed the ball into Sampson's arms.

Sampson passed the ball directly into Bird's hands.

Bird transported to the front court with his back to Dr. J. Suddenly, like the legendary "Pearl" Monroe who was omnipotent in his back-to-back state, he turned around to destroy everything and left Doctor's defense far behind him. At that moment, Larry Legend was exhausted, the energy in his body was driven by the invincible will to make him jump to the highest height, Bobby Jones' block hit him in the face, and his right hand clutching the ball made the With all his strength, he smashed it into the basket in front of Jones.

"!￥%..."

At the moment of the dunk, the roar of the fans has made countless people pale.

Bird couldn't catch the basket and fell to the ground. He didn't hear the referee's whistle, and his first reaction was to get up and defend.

The referee called him back because the goal just now was a 2+1.

"Larry!"

"Larry!"

"Larry!"

Louie watched silently what happened on the court, and that's what Larry Bird did, a second-year player who couldn't run fast or jump high, took the life-or-death break, broke Dr. J, and dunked with what the opponent was good at. , scored a crucial goal.

At the free throw line, Bird adjusted his breath and shot.

"Shh!"

91 to 88

It was the first time the Celtics had the lead tonight with 49 seconds left.

Louis, who was still noisy in the garden, couldn't hear any sound. This extreme noise made his heart calm.

There was no voice in his mind.

His eyes were on the game, watching Sampson flank Andrew Toney's pass, and Dr. J's helpless attempt at a long shot he wasn't good at at all.

Strike the iron!

With 28 seconds left in the game, the 76ers wanted to press the frontcourt, and Bird grabbed the defensive rebound and threw a long pass.

Maxwell said he wanted to be a key player in Games 6 and 7. He might not be the key player, but he kept his word and he was, indeed, a key player in those two great games.

He dribbled the ball forward, and the white lightning behind him turned into a white demon, chasing Maxwell with all his might and giving him a big pegboard hat that kept the 76ers alive.

Then, that ball—

"Ford picked up the rebound!"

"He stood outside the three-point line and chose to shoot~~~~!￥#%...￥"

Chris Ford, the unnamed guy, discarded in the Eastern Conference finals, invisible in the fourth quarter, missed three in a row, threw his fourth pitch of the night with 14 seconds left - it was A three-pointer from the top of the arc.

"Shhh!!!!"

The desperate Phillies called for a timeout and made a desperate attempt from beyond the arc.

7, 6, 5...

Andrew Toney made the final struggle for the 76ers - under the curse of the audience ~www.readwn.com~ basketball bounces out of the basket!

Before the time returned to 0 seconds, the fanatical fans rushed into the stadium. Larry Bird held the back of his head in his hands, jumping in place like a child with joy.

Louis heard the voice again.

The loud noise could upset anyone who didn't care about the game, but Louis felt that the Siren was holding him in his arms and singing beautiful songs in his ears.

He decided to close his eyes and enjoy the moment.

Because he heard the most pleasant noise in the world, the most representative of joy, and witnessed the rise of a perfect team.

PS: Excerpted from Encyclopedia "In mythology, the Siren is portrayed as a sea monster with a human face and a bird body. She flies on the sea and has a voice like the sound of nature. She often seduces passing navigators with her singing and causes the ship to hit the rocks and sink, and the crew members become A siren's belly meal."