MTL - The Rest, Only Noise-Chapter 11 boy, what are you doing?
"You are too messy, Lu!"
"Actually, I still have more troubles."
Louie could see that Sanders didn't mean to blame him, just worried that his bad relationship with Kyrilla would affect his future work.
If Louie was a secondary scout under Kirillia, not only would he not sneer, but he would echo what he said.
But he is not.
There is nothing that tests one's eyesight more than the profession of scouting. Only scouts who have successfully discovered good players have room for improvement.
Therefore, Louis did not worry about offending Kirillia at all.
"No wonder K.C said you're a slick!" Sanders said helplessly.
Louie didn't expect K.C to have a good habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs.
Such a loyal person, not like ah.
It's best to tell the bishop about this, maybe the bishop likes his "personality"?
"By the way, Thatch, do you know anyone in Philadelphia?" Louie asked.
The opponent's intelligence can also provide a reference.
"I know their head coach, Billy Cunningham." Sanders was always straight.
Louie asked curiously, "As far as I know, the scouting report for Maurice Cheeks is from Philadelphia. Who got it?"
"K.C, he knows Jack McMahon. Jack likes to sell scouting information on his hands very much, but he is also very shrewd and never reveals the good stuff." Sanders' evaluation of McMahon is not low.
Louis suddenly found things interesting.
"You said, will Morris refuse our trial training?" Louis suddenly thought of a possibility.
"It's hard to say. If this scouting report is provided by Jack, it means that he has no first-round or even second-round draft prospects. Such a player should not miss any opportunity to sell himself." Sanders smiled bitterly. "But, after Bill 'stabbed the window paper,' and after the dummy with a flag pole beating up a black man was filmed, Boston has had a bad reputation for black players."
In order to get a better job in Boston, Louie spends an hour before bed these days learning about the history of the Celtics. He knew what Sanders was talking about. In 1969, Russell announced his retirement without notifying the team, which made Auerbach very embarrassed; in 1972 he declared on the show that he would rather live in a prison in Sacramento than be mayor of Boston. , and in March of that year requested that the jersey retirement ceremony be set before the game, and no fans were allowed to enter the garden, which was regarded as an insult by the fans.
In November of the same year, he revealed his heart in an interview with the Boston Globe: "My years in Boston were very painful. I didn't like being here. There's racism, bigotry, segregation everywhere. I can't live my life. Being on the pitch, living in a vacuum, there are only 48 minutes in a day."
Boston refused to admit it, but Russell's reputation among players was enough to close the door on the Celtics.
It can be said that the Celtics failed in the merger in 1976. Finance is one aspect. No one wants to come here to play. It is another.
Boston is also out of Louie's range if there are other options.
But he believes that players like Maurice Cheeks who have no draft market will not be so "arrogant".
People always want to eat well.
If he turned down the Celtics' tryout, it would only mean that his future was secured.
To this end, Louie contacted K.C. Jones and asked in detail the origin of the scouting report.
He thus learned that McMahon had sold him two dozen scouting reports.
"The offseason is his money-making season every year!" K.C indignant, because none of the scouting reports McMahon provided were half as detailed as the one that Louie provided.
After all, he is an old scout, so even if he takes it out to cheat money, he should be professional.
"Do you have his contact information?" Louis asked.
"Do you want to contact him?"
"Well, some things need to be confirmed with him."
"Then you have to be careful!" K.C urged. "You can only believe half of his words at most."
Can only believe half of it? K.C is really kind, I can't believe even a single punctuation in the words of such a person.
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
"Right, there's one more thing..."
"Are you reimbursed for the long-distance telephone team?"
"Count on my head!"
Louie blossomed: "I really want to give you a **** kiss, K.C!"
"You'd better not say **** in front of me!"
"Yes yes, goodbye, have a nice day!"
Since home computers hadn't been around yet, there was no such thing as email.
People who are far away want to contact, only by writing letters or making long-distance calls. Long-distance calls are expensive, so most people only write letters, and most parents always look at the bear children who approach the phone, because they are worried that their children will accidentally make long-distance calls and send themselves a large phone bill .
The NBA, which pays attention to efficiency, cannot write letters.
Although Louie believed in K.C's character very much, in order to make the "phone bills on his head" matter, he went into K.C's office and used his phone to call Jack McMahon.
The phone was full of static, and for Louie, a man from the future, it was a completely new experience.
"Hello, who is it?" His voice was rough, and he didn't sound like a profiteer.
Sure enough, the idiots who take people by their sound will eventually fall into the Qiao Biluo trap.
"Hello, Jack, my name is Louie. I'm a scout under K.C. Jones. He asked me to confirm some things with you." Louie asked politely, "Is it convenient for you now?"
"Ask, I'm old friends with K.C." McMahon didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.
With a pen in one hand, Louie was ready to record McMahon's tone of voice.
"Yeah, K.C often praises you in front of me, he says you are the best scout in the world, the scouting report in your hand is unparalleled, it is the conscience of the industry, he regards you as an idol and a target, he Said that if he could have 1/5 of your power of observation in the future, he would die without regret." In fact, K.C never said a word, and the only evaluation of McMahon was that "you can only believe half of his words at most".
McMahon was delighted to hear the rainbow fart 490 kilometers away.
"K.C is exaggerating, I'm not that good at all..." McMahon asked with a smile, "What do you want to confirm?"
"Is such that..."
Louie opened his mouth and said: "K.C found a good candidate on the scouting report you gave us, but the college season is over, and we can't find any video of his game, so we can only find the best ball in the world. Let's get to know him more."
"Haha! No problem!" McMahon has decided that he can provide some professional advice as long as it does not involve the reinforcement of the 76ers. "Who do you want to know?"
"Maurice Cheeks from West Texas State University..." A cough came from the phone, and McMahon was probably smoking and choked on the sudden bomb. "Do you know him?"
"I know him so well!" McMahon couldn't have imagined that K.C. Jones would have picked Cheeks in so many poor scouting reports, too bad, right?
"Listen to me, this guy isn't worth picking, he's playing on a mediocre team, he doesn't have good stats, he's always hesitant on the court, he can't see his teammates."
"But his assists are high."
"I've seen him play...I think it's possible that their home statistician could have falsified or miscalculated the numbers." McMahon was more conscientious than the Celtics scouts, and said everything he could say. . "Moreover, he participated in our trial training a few days ago, and his performance was extremely bad. What's worse is that he never knew where his problems were, and his attitude was arrogant and domineering, and he even asked us for a first-round draft promise!"
Louie understood, this was the telegram between the scouts.
McMahon's words show that Cheeks's team influenced his development. uukanshu.com is so unremarkable because he performed too much on the team. He participated in the 76ers' trial a few days ago and must have won the lottery and received a second-round draft guarantee.
His professional attitude must be very good...
McMahon is really a "professional"!
"But..." Louis wanted to torture him again, "K.C really likes him, I feel like he's losing his mind."
"Then you'd better stop him, unless you want to choose a useless player." McMahon worried that his intentions would be seen through by Louie, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I told you about K.C as a friend. , this is a secret and my final piece of advice - Morris has a serious left foot injury that he tried to hide during workouts, but he didn't expect Philadelphia to be one of the first cities to embrace MRI one!"
"Okay, this information is really important, thank you very much, Jack."
Louie really has McMahon to thank for his final advice to address another doubt: Cheeks, who was injured in his left foot, is recovering well.
Take a look at the information he obtained from this phone call, which is full of information on a page.
Think about how he sacrificed his color to fool around with women for John Lang's profile? Isn't this much easier than selling the body?
Louie turned the pen, carefully recalling whether he had made any omissions.
When he raised his gaze to the normal horizon, he suddenly saw an old man with white hair standing at the door of the office with his hairline over his head.
Louis couldn't help but feel fear, he certainly knew who this majestic old man was.
"Boy, I heard it all!" Reed Auerbach had a wicked smile on his face. "What are you doing?"
