Forward to the basket

The ferocity of the Golden State gang is indeed a bit beyond the imagination of Bostonians. It is possible that these guys can be so unscrupulous in the North Shore Garden Arena.

But it is true to say that the crazy offense of the Golden State Warriors really makes people feel a little jittery, at least the Bostonians have felt it now.

Compared with the offensive efficiency of the Suns, the Golden State gang may have made more mistakes, but they can definitely use madness to make up for the gap in some aspects.

At least Nash and D'Antoni are not crazy. They will never fight a team so desperately, but old Nelson and his Golden State gang can do it.

This is just an ordinary regular season, not a bloody playoffs. Now I don’t know how many people see the performance of the Golden State gangsters at this moment, and secretly pray that they will not run into them.

If these lunatics are allowed to enter the playoffs, there will be a storm of swords, swords and swords, and a bloodbath.

Old Nelson threw a group of small men on the field in order to drag down the Celtics with speed. Rivers didn't want this situation to continue to deteriorate, so he called a timeout.

It can be said that the call for a timeout this time was forced by the opponent. This damn situation is really annoying, and Rivers also feels a little bit burnt out by the old Nelson's fast break.

You really can't make sense with an old ruffian, an old gangster, because he doesn't make it clear to you at all, and what old Nelson is playing is heartbeat, so he just doesn't make sense.

And the group of people brought out by old Nelson seemed to have been carved out of the same mold.

Unreasonable three-pointers, lightning-like cuts, and various irregular shots, all rely on various weird shots to suppress others.

This is the process of an old psychopath leading a group of minor psychopaths to wreak havoc on other people's territory.

Being attacked by opponents so continuously, no one has to be angry, especially at home. The roar of the Boston fans has also aroused Rivers' stubborn temper.

Originally, Rivers still had respect for seniors like Old Nelson, but now seeing the endless vigor of the other party, he couldn't hold his temper anymore.

"Do you really think that you can eat everyone with a quick whirlwind!? Then go dreaming!"

Rivers slapped the tactical board fiercely with his hand, and yelled at the group of big men in front of him, "Since the opponent wants to risk his life, let's play with them to the end!"

Being under such pressure at home was already enough to make me angry, but now the Golden State Warriors have overtaken the score like this, as if old Nelson was leading Rivers by the nose.

Even if the home fans haven't turned against each other, Rivers doesn't want to be so passive anymore, even if he rolls up his arms and sleeves and fights to the end with a psychopath, it doesn't matter!

Perkins was replaced by Rivers for a rest, and Szczerbiak, a shooter with almost no defense, was replaced by Rivers, although Thibodeau, who was next to him, wanted to say something at the moment.

But looking at Rivers' angry face at the moment, Thibodeau still endured it. After all, Rivers is the head coach, and there are some things that cannot be said.

What's more, the safe play that Thibodeau is thinking now may not be effective. After all, the tactic of slowly grinding with the opponent needs enough time.

At least let the opponent's fiery feeling cool down, but who can guarantee that the feeling of those lunatics will disappear?

At least Thibodeau's mentality is a bit uncertain. Once the touch of some pitchers gets hot, it is enough to destroy any NBA team, and the Celtics are facing a group of pitchers.

If the feeling of those guys has been so unreasonable, you really have nothing to do, and as the home team, Thibodeau also has to consider the reaction of the fans.

If he had been under the pressure of the opponent, maybe the boos of the fans would have sounded before the team started to fight back, and by then, no one might be able to control the situation.

Based on this, Thibodeau still kept his opinions in his stomach and didn't say anything.

At this moment, Rivers definitely has a murderous look on his face, and that expression can really be said to be a bit hideous.

"Perimeter, I don't care what you do, don't let those guys continue to have open shots! They just took advantage of our two big men and seized the open space on the perimeter. But from now on, don't give them any more Such a comfortable space must be given to me to bite them tightly!"

"We didn't have time to return to the opponent's three counterattacks. This is not only because the opponent's advance speed is too fast, but also because you didn't expect to interfere with these guys in the frontcourt!"

"I don't want to see such a mistake again. If anyone can't handle it, just come down immediately!"

It can be seen that Rivers has become a little annoyed by the counterattack of the Golden State Warriors just now.

If the success rate of being head-on by the opponent is really high, Rivers probably can bear it, but he really can't bear to be scored so easily by the opponent!

"Rondo, you concentrate on being in charge of Davis. That bearded man is the opponent's offensive hub. As for the new guy, leave him alone for now and let Tony keep an eye on him."

After Rivers made the substitution adjustments, he began to assign tasks one by one. The first one was Rondo. After Monta Ellis came up, Rondo became the hardest hit area for the opponent's breakthrough.

However, Rivers has no intention of replacing his point guard, just to let this little guy understand what he should do, and don't always let too many thoughts limit his performance.

Beards are already difficult to deal with, so Rondo has to focus on this guy.

As for the Ellis guy, leave it to Tony Allen. Tony, who has an advantage in height and weight, can always help a little bit defensively.

Even if he can't defend against Ellis, he can't let this guy help Davis again. Rondo must have a qualified helper, and don't always 1v2 on the defensive end.

And Rondo's task is to entangle Davis like he did at the beginning, and the engine must be stopped!Otherwise, the Celtics' troubles will only get bigger and bigger.

Does Rivers know how terrifying Baron Davis is when he goes crazy. The old queen bee of the Hornets stings people very fiercely.

Rondo was a little nervous when he heard that he was the first to be named, but after listening to the task assigned by Rivers, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he was going to be replaced, or be reprimanded. After all, the opponent's two successful attacks just now were all gaps torn from him.

"Wally, your task on the court is very simple. It is to shoot from the outside as much as possible. You must force the opponent's defense to expand. How to find the space to shoot is your business!"

With a Sczerbiak who doesn't play much role in defense, Rivers is going to use this guy's shooting skills, especially his ability to fire from beyond the three-point line.

Old Nelson used five running and shooting players to focus on the fire. He did not completely give up the harassment on the defensive end. Although they didn't have big men, it would be very troublesome if all five of them shrunk to defend.

Just like Perkins got the ball inside twice just now, both of which were almost cut off by the retreating Golden State Warriors players. Facing five mental patients with quick hands and quick eyes, they must be spread out.

The peripheral firepower will be a weapon to pull the opponent's defense line. If the Golden State gang can toss the Celtics like this, then Rivers now plans to toss his opponents like this.

Now Rivers is going to put two nails on the perimeter, so that the old Nelson's running and bombing five-man team has no chance at all, and he dare not easily retreat to within the three-point line to move around.

There has to be enough fire coverage on the perimeter for the Golden State Warriors defense to have any scruples.

In addition to Szczerbiak, Pierce is also a firepower point, but Rivers doesn't have to hold his absolutely core ear to tell him anything.

With Pierce, Rivers just needs to draw a line for him, and the guy will figure it out.

"Paul, you and Wally both have to find your own shot opportunities. Whether it's a mid-range shot or a long-range shot, it's up to you, but you must make sure that the other party feels your presence."

Both Pierce and Szczerbiak nodded at Rivers, indicating that they understood the task ahead.

After the four people on the perimeter finished their explanations, and more than half of the 100-second timeout had passed, Rivers finally turned to Chen Feng, the wild boy who had been silent since he got off the field.

"Boy, you're the only one left inside now. The opponents are all lunatics who can rush and grab rebounds. What I need you to do is to protect every rebound and blow away every cut they make!"

"You have no helper now, and you have already had two fouls, but there are still more than two quarters in the game, but this is the task I give you, you must protect the basket until you are sent off!"

"Remember! It's the basket, not just the defensive end! It also includes the opponent's basket! Those balls missed from the outside, you have to pick them up for me! You! You are the fulcrum under the two baskets!"

As soon as Rivers' words came out, even Thibodeau was a little surprised. He was the coach in charge of defense.

He could understand what Rivers was doing now, this guy was simply trying to use Chen Feng as the tactical core of the defensive and offensive system.

The four people on the outside were spread out, serving Chen Feng completely, intercepting the opponent's outside shots and running positions, but once the opponent cut inside, Chen Feng had to shoulder all the defensive tasks.

And he has to form enough deterrence under the opponent's basket when his side is attacking, use his height and jumping ability to pick off rebounds, or directly complete the offense.

"Can that kid do it?" It is estimated that not only Thibodeau is a little nervous at the moment, maybe other teammates are also a little worried about whether Chen Feng can complete the task.

Although Chen Feng's recent performance has been a mess, even Jefferson and Perkins have never taken on such a task, let alone such a rookie who just entered the NBA.

Rivers seems to be betting too much with this bet. He is completely betting that Chen Feng can shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the entire inside line.

Although Thibodeau has studied with Rivers after the previous few games, who can serve as a fulcrum in the interior and then revitalize the entire team.

But he never considered letting a rookie carry the entire team, but now Rivers has made such a choice.

Judging from the vigor, Rivers was definitely not joking, or made such a decision because of a moment of dizziness.

Now if others hear this, maybe they will all say that old Nelson is crazy, and now Rivers seems to be even more crazy than the other party...

"Boss, are you sure?" Others were surprised, but Chen Feng's answer left them speechless.

Because the kid's tone didn't reveal any nervousness, but a sense of excitement, or even anticipation.

"As long as you don't mess up, I'm sure." Rivers didn't have a smile on his doughy face, but a 12-point serious expression.

"Okay, then you'll just watch it." Pulling off the towel that had just wiped off his sweat, Chen Feng vigorously opened his palm like a cattail leaf fan, and waved vigorously towards the air.

That expression, that look, that tone, made everyone around him feel that this kid seemed to be going crazy again...

Before going on stage, Chen Feng muttered something, but he spoke in Chinese, which no one could understand.

But later Long Duo asked Xie Miaomiao in private, and he learned the sentence Chen Feng said, and the explanation he got was,

"Grandpa and I have a chance this time, grandchildren, fuck me up!"

As translators and consultants, Xie Miaomiao and Rondo both covered their foreheads with helpless faces.

(It should be like, there is another chapter? Almost.)