Bill Fitch stared at the observation record given to him by K.C. Jones, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the key factor in helping them win the opening match.

Two core views, ignore Moses Malone, locked up Calvin Murphy's breakthrough and digitized Murphy's breakthrough route. This allowed Fitch to design defense based on Murphy's breakthrough tendency.

Murphy was silent, and no matter how many rebounds Malone grabbed, it would be useless.

He didn't expect that this observation record was written by K.C. Jones, and this guy didn't look like a person who was so careful.

"K.C, I want to thank you. Your observation report has helped a lot!" Fitch was about to praise K.C hard, but the other party pushed his hand and said, "I didn't make this report."

Fitch asked in confusion: "Didn't you do it?"

"How can I do this... I'm watching the game while making records. Bill, this kind of observation is not something I can do." K.C revealed the answer, "It was Louis who did it."

"That 19-year-old kid?"

"Yes," K.C felt the time was ripe. "Don't underestimate him just because he was old. This little devil has real skills."

The reason why Fitch despises him is very simple. All sports require people with enough experience and experience to contribute in professional fields.

Louis's resume in basketball is too shallow.

He participated in the high school team, but when he was old at Ohio State, he was eliminated without even passing the first exam.

"He is only 19 years old..." Today's events exceeded Fitch's perception.

"Well, he wanted to go to Cleveland to interview for scouts last year," K.C joked. "For the same reason, the Cavaliers' censors didn't even let him see you, so he came to Boston."

Fitch laughed silently, and it sounded like he had just made a mistake that most people would make.

However, he would not apologize to Louis for this.

His principle is to go straight. The 19-year-old assistant coach is an unreasonable thing. Only when Louis proves his talents to him can he use his talents with confidence.

The next day, the team trained at the Greek Academy.

Louis and John Long each took a ball and scored three points on the edge of the court.

Louis had experience as a school team in high school. Although he was 1.9 meters tall, his athletic ability was average and his basic skills were not good, so he could only play inside.

The problem is that Louis also likes to float outside and shoot to avoid confrontation.

He shot further and further, and when he graduated from his senior year, his shooting range had reached the edge of the future NBA three-point line.

So now, although the three-point line is a little more than the original, it adapts quickly.

Unlike players like Lang who never considered extending the range before entering the NBA, his three-pointers are very accurate.

"It's so outrageous. Road, I feel you are more accurate than Larry!" Lang's feeling must be wrong.

But Louis was happy to say so.

"You have this feeling, which means you are not practicing enough." Louis reminded him to step up his practice.

But Lang had his own difficulties: "Bill doesn't like me to shoot three-pointers."

This is a problem. If Fitch prohibits him from throwing, it will be useless no matter how well he practices.

Suddenly, Lang stopped talking, and was as honest as if he had been taken seven inches of prey.

It turned out that Fitch came to them.

"Lu, let's talk?" Fitch rarely put on a kind-looking face in the training hall.

"Continue to train, don't be lazy." Louis reminded Lang and followed Fitch again.

Fitch looks very easy-going. If Louis hadn't seen how he guided the training with his own eyes, he would have been deceived by the other party's current appearance.

If this person is related to easy-going, there will be no uneasy people in the world.

"I heard that it was you who asked John to practice the three-pointer?" Fitch asked.

"Yes." Louis simply admitted.

"Is this point of view?" Fitch scoffed at the fresh food. "The three-point line is a product of stupidity, and few people will accept it. It does not belong to basketball."

How should such a stubborn conservative reason with him?

Louis didn't think there was a reason to speak, so he told him in a more conservative way.

"Dr. Naismith first found out that basketball was for women, but now it was the men who dominate the sport." Louis said lightly.

Fitch was stunned by his words, and this was not over yet.

"The basketball rules we know now were not available at the beginning," Louis said slowly, "Isn't it accepted by everyone now?"

Fitch smiled: "Arnold is right, you really have a sharp mouth."

"It's just nonsense, don't take it to your heart. If you don't like John's practice of three points, you can stop him at any time. I have no objection." Louis doesn't like Fitch's behavior, but if he wants to be a coach, the other party is a good learning target.

Therefore, if you can not offend him, you will not offend him.

"Forget it, he's willing to practice it. This thing is too fresh and can't be shot a few times in a game." Fitch opened the window to chat with Louis through Lang's incident. "Lu, K.C told me that you gave him an observation report in the first half yesterday."

Louis smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, he can't hide anything."

"It's important, that report helped us win Houston, and that's just the result of you watching the first half." Fitch asked strangely, "I really want to know how you did it, as far as I know, your basketball resume ends in high school."

Louis himself had many questions about this matter.

Before traveling through time, he was responsible for helping the Xinjiang Youth Team operate domestic seedlings and occasionally contacted American foreign players. But his main business was to focus on youth training.

He doesn't play basketball very much. He only depends on his eyes and rarely read it wrong.

Perhaps, he really used his talent in the wrong place.

"I don't know either. I just recorded what I saw and what I thought in my mind." Louis said purely, "It would be good to be helpful."

Fitch began to understand Auerbach's arrangement for Louis.

It is unheard of for the 19-year-old teaching assistant. If he had not had the potential for such convenience, the arrogant old man would not have done so out of his way.

"The help you can bring is beyond your imagination," Fitch vaguely feels that he will rely heavily on Louis in the future. "Do you have any plans to coach in the future?"

Louis smiled faintly and said, "If you have a chance, why not?"

"Ha!" Fitch said with a smile, "Although I have not achieved real results in this field, if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me any time, and I will definitely tell you everything."

Instead of apologizing for the contempt he had been sluggish a few days ago, he used something that Louis was more interested in to resolve the unpleasantness between them.
Chapter completed!