Forward to the basket

In a single quarter, oh no, it was less than 5 minutes. Chen Feng had already scored 13 points and 6 rebounds from the Mavericks, added a block to Diop, and interfered with Terry's baseline layup.

If it weren't for the referee's whistleblowing a bit tight, it is estimated that Terry would also have been blocked. The deterrent force of that big slap made Terry, who has always been unscrupulous in character, feel terrified.

It really couldn't slap the ball, and it also made your scalp hurt. When Terry layup, he was almost slapped on the floor by the slap under the head cover, thanks to him dodging quickly.

Just because of a goaltending goal, Chen Feng's eyes were so wide that he almost put his face in front of the referee. If Rondo hadn't pulled him, this guy would probably have yelled at the referee.

The referee was also confused by such a stunned guy at the time, otherwise a technical foul would not be able to escape. As a result, Rondo interrupted him and was fooled.

But those referees could be considered to have seen Chen Feng's fierce character, no wonder some colleagues told them before the match that Boston's match was not easy to brag about.

The tough style of the home fans is one reason, the most important thing is the Celtics themselves. Those guys seem to be a bit of a bandit now, and they all have a murderous look on their faces.

Even Pierce, who is such a stable guy, has often played unusually tough moves in recent games, and a gangster spirit is spreading wantonly in Boston.

If you provoke those guys, you have to worry about their counterattack. Boston's home court is gradually restoring the horror atmosphere of the past, from players to fans.

But the most terrible thing is probably the street atmosphere permeating Chen Feng. Although this kid is already in the NBA, he is still training and adapting according to the rules here.

But that kind of indifference and disregard at all will always make people's hearts tremble, because you really don't know what earth-shattering things this kid will do in the next second.

Not only did he play the ball wildly, but Chen Feng's tough character completely exploded fiercely in this confrontation.

Roaring, beating his chest, and roaring, the atmosphere on the Mavericks side has always been a little depressing.

There was even one time when Johnson wanted to shout from the sidelines, but he was directly suppressed by Chen Feng's growl.

The "little general" almost didn't hold back his anger at that time, he was really blushing and his neck was thick, and the most important thing was embarrassment, he had never seen such a vicious animal.

It's completely unreasonable, it's enough to play unreasonable, even on the court, this kid looks like he's not afraid of anything, just sticking his neck out to fuck you.

And Rivers really let Chen Feng have enough offensive authority. Everyone actively threw the ball to this guy who took root in the basket, and let him rush and hit the basket hard.

Even Pierce gave Chen Feng two assists before the break. The boss of the team did this. What other reactions could the rest of them have?

Of course Rondo needless to say, out of the six assists he scored in a single quarter, three of them were directly given to Chen Feng, and two of them were direct lobs.

He made [-] of [-] shots and [-] of [-] free throws. This is Chen Feng's offensive efficiency. It is estimated that most people will feel headaches when they see such a beast raging around the basket.

That's completely ravaging the opponent's inside line. Even if the opponent has pretended to be cowardly, this guy still relentlessly kills to the basket time and time again, then violently rises and grabs the basket.

The closer the shot is to the basket, the more sure the goal will be scored. This is the most reasonable saying on the basketball court, and Chen Feng is following this principle, holding the ball and slashing hard at the basket again and again.

There are not too many fancy moves, just pure strength and bounce suppression. Anyway, he either squeezes the opponent away and slams the dunk directly, or relies on his own jumping ability to play aerial work near the basket.

As long as the attack method can make the opponent speechless, this kid will repeat it over and over again, regardless of the sad little eyes of Diop and Dampier.

The rebounds he grabbed in a single quarter even caught up with the Mavericks in a whole quarter, thanks to Nowitzki grabbing two consecutive defensive rebounds in the last minute.

"I can't hold it anymore." Rivers clenched his fists tightly when he saw this scene, as if he had been waiting for a long time, just waiting for the Germans to take the initiative to post it.

Indeed, Nowitzki couldn't hold back at the end of the second quarter, although his scoring has been able to maintain the Mavericks' weak lead.

But there is such a lunatic taking root in his own paint area, no one can stand it!

Moreover, Nowitzki is an inside high point. If Diop and the others are always allowed to solve the problem by themselves, it is estimated that the Mavericks' inside defense would have collapsed long ago.

After holding back the fire for a long time, Nowitzki finally took the initiative to retreat in the last minute. When Chen Feng was raging at the basket, he also began to actively assist in defense.

Although he couldn't slap Chen Feng's offense and boost his low morale, but with such a big guy helping out at the basket, Chen Feng couldn't continue to refresh his rebounding count.

One carry, one grab, Nowitzki's cooperation with Diop on the defensive end finally prevented Chen Feng from continuing to write his own crazy single quarter.

But even so, the little lunatic still gave Johnson a headache.

After more than four minutes, such a series of obviously murderous data was played. At this moment, no matter who is looking at Chen Feng on the Mavericks side, they can feel the cold on the back of their necks.

It was really a sense of oppression, strong, ferocious, and suffocating, especially the two big men inside, after returning to the rest area, they were all muffled.

Diop's depressed mood has never dissipated, and Dampier's state is not much better.

Although he was not ravaged by the opponent to the death, Dampier was stuck by Chen Feng no matter whether he was attacking or defending, there was no room for him to move.

A little lunatic went off on a rampage that paralyzed both Mavericks centers, and now Johnson realizes just how disruptive that rookie can be.

The duel that killed the Suns was not an accident, it was a real victory, without any fancy places, although I didn't pay attention to the process of that confrontation.

But Johnson can now imagine how sparks it must have been when Stoudemire met the Asian kid face-to-face.

The short break at halftime was originally reserved for the players to adjust their mood or feel, and it was also for the head coach to instill his own tactical thinking.

But this time the Mavericks returned to the locker room, so serious that the air froze a bit.

"Rebounds, we are ten fewer than the opponent. Now, we are only leading by one point, but there are still two quarters left in the game. I don't know if the gap in rebounds will increase further after the game. Our Will the inside line be beaten like a sieve by the opponent?"

Johnson's words were like a small knife, directly piercing the heart of Diop and Dampier. Although they didn't name them, the words were serious enough.

"I'm not saying that one person's performance was bad, but our overall performance was very bad. We were leading 2-0 in Miami a few months ago. Although we lost in the end, at least that performance is enough to prove that we have Qualified to enter the finals, but tonight, you are not eligible!"

Although the previous sentence may make Diop and the others even more depressed, Johnson can no longer care so much. Compared with himself, the current performance of the Mavericks annoys him even more.

It's not a day or two for the inside line to be weak, but the Mavericks can still survive, why is that?

Because the offensive firepower of others is enough to make up for the weakness of the inside, but today, here in Boston, whether it is Terry or Howard, even the fighting spirit of Stackhouse are withered.

Especially in the less than 5 minutes just now, everyone seemed to be shocked by that wild boy's assault. His hand feeling and fighting spirit were like a ball of loose sand, and they just stood there foolishly watching the other party perform.

It's not that Johnson didn't roar on the sidelines before, but that kind of roar couldn't awaken the team's courage to counterattack. He could only watch the opponent catch up to the score a little bit, and then began to punch himself.

That feeling was terrible, at least in Johnson's view, every successful attack by Chen Feng was like slapping the Mavericks' big mouth, mercilessly, and extremely brutal.

Nowitzki is the only one who is still playing normally. If it weren't for the toughness of the Germans, it is estimated that the score would have been dropped by the opponent by a few blocks.

"No. [-] in the West, that's just a temporary illusion. If you continue to perform in such a sluggish manner, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, you will fall from that position to the floor!"

"The basketball court is not a place for children's play! It's not a place you can conquer with your talent! This is the NBA, and this is Boston! If you continue to play like this, you will only be defeated!"

Johnson's hoarse voice echoed throughout the locker room. It is rare to see this guy so furious, but at this moment, the "little general"'s anger completely broke out.

He also wants to prove that he is not a villain seeking to usurp the throne. He has the ability to lead the team to a higher level, but if the game is played like this, the Mavericks will not even be able to keep up with last year's results.

So Johnson was furious, and the little black man was so furious that he almost pointed at the noses of his team members and cursed.

"If you want to win, you must keep your spirits up, and when you step on the court, tell those Bostonians with your actions! You are the boss of the West! Our bull's head can overturn all obstacles!"

"This is Boston, but remember, our goal is a championship! No one, no team, can stop us from accomplishing this goal! Including this damn place!"

"You need to let people know! Any team that wrestles with the Mavericks will be trampled by you!"

There is such a bloody head coach who keeps yelling, roaring, and fanning the flames in front of the players. Do you still expect those big guys not to be excited?

All the people on the Mavericks side now put on an appearance of not giving up an inch of ground.

Yes, this is your home field, but the winner may not be you!

What awaits the Celtics will be the fiercest counterattack...

(Uh, it took 6 minutes to finish posting... well, the rest will be done in one go tomorrow, probably...well, there are quite a lot anyway, so take your time.)