Forward to the basket

The attack of a group of old clappers didn't last long. These guys just passed on their own experience to Chen Feng.

Apart from Hammond and Tarkanian, there was no one left to train with Chen Feng.

But the benefits of accumulating experience like this are estimated to be beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the amount of information is astonishingly large. How could a group of people who can become superstars in the nba not have two brushes.

Although these old guys didn't stay in Boston for much time, with Auerbach in charge, they all took the initiative to leave contact information for Chen Feng.

As long as there is a problem, these old guys are completely ready to call, as if they really intend to treat this little guy as their successor.

It is estimated that these guys also know that if they can't complete the task assigned by the boss, they can't justify themselves, and the temper of that boy Chen Feng really makes these old guys very interested.

"You kid must train your muscles to be stronger and stronger. It is definitely a very good weapon." Although Ma Long only stayed for two days, such a sturdy man did find some strength. The feeling of charging with a basketball.

But those training points and training plans had already filled up the notebook in Tarkanian's hand, and the densely packed special training points made Chen Feng want to die a little bit.

"Is this going to train me? Or kill me? Old man, tell me the truth so that I can die in peace."

When he was so tired lying on the floor like a dead dog, Chen Feng's nerves were about to collapse.

"If you don't want to be beaten like a dog next time you meet Nowitzki or other insiders, make yourself stronger. I don't want you to look down on you."

Before Chen Feng could be moved by what Tarkanian said, the old guy answered.

"Looking down on you doesn't mean that I am old and useless, so you must become stronger."

"Your sister, you've been doing it for yourself for a long time!" Chen Feng really wanted to swear, but now he was so tired that he had no energy left.

Rivers and his gang have no objection to this kind of special training, but during the regular season, it is necessary to ensure that Chen Feng's physical reserves can keep up with the needs of the game.

Regarding this, Tarkanian promised that there is no need to worry, because the training plan he designated is only to drain Chen Feng's potential, but it will definitely not affect his game state.

"Don't underestimate that kid's recovery ability. He is as tired as a dead dog now, and he will be alive again the next day, so there is no need to worry about his physical fitness."

Regarding Chen Feng's sturdy recovery ability, Tarkanian was too confident. When he was training in Las Vegas, the intensity was obviously higher than this time.

Now it's just to temper the kid's offensive methods, not to let him strengthen his physical fitness, so Tarkanian knows it well.

What's more, a wild boy who often loads and unloads containers by himself, is so easily exhausted?It's just that Tarkanian's training is too targeted, and he can squeeze Chen Feng dry in the shortest time.

As long as you wait until the next morning, that kid is absolutely like a fully charged robot, and will stand on the training ground to hone himself again. It is like a good knife that must go through such a beating.

Otherwise, he will not make himself sharper. If he wants to cut others, he must first make himself sharper. Even if the kid is a very ordinary machete, Tarkanian has to sharpen it for him. The edge of the divine soldier.

The forging process must be long. Tarkanian is not a god, so he cannot extract the essence of those old guys and put them directly into Chen Feng's mind.

But this stubborn old man swears that he can find a way to make this kid understand something as soon as possible, at least he won't let those nonsense guys comment on Chen Feng again, saying that this kid's offensive methods are single.

The training plan jointly created by Tarkanian and Auerbach is being implemented in the dark, and the regular season of the Celtics is also continuing.

Losing to the Mavericks is indeed a bit depressing. Although the loss did not lose the scene, it was always defeated by the opponent at home. This made the Celtics guys feel a fire in their hearts.

If you are angry, you naturally have to find someone to vent. At this time, someone must act as the scapegoat or punching bag. The unlucky Philadelphian has become a victim again.

Originally, Cheeks has been in trouble recently. The rumors about whether Iverson will leave or not has always made this man stand on the cusp of the storm. He has been asked the same question every day, which has long made Cheeks tireless.

As a result, the old man's handling method really left the 76ers' management speechless. Before he was sure whether Iverson was going to leave, Cheeks just let go. His core is Iguodala, Not an "answer".

"I am the head coach and have the right to decide who takes on the responsibility of the team." Such a sentence is enough, at least in the understanding of those who care, Iverson has been marginalized by Cheeks.

The Philadelphians, who are too used to relying on Iverson, are blown up at this moment. At least in their opinion, what a shitty head coach they want is the fearless Iverson!The lone hero who can take them to the Finals, not Cheeks the shit, the idiot, the loser!

An undercurrent has begun to surge in Philadelphia. Iverson, as the person involved, didn't say much, but this silence made Philadelphia fans even more panic. Maybe what Cheeks said will really come true.

But no one can guess where Iverson will go in the future. No one knows when that lonely hero will leave, but the atmosphere of the entire 76ers team has become extremely depressed.

Iguodala may be a good player, but for him to carry the banner of the team's offense, this guy is obviously not qualified enough. He also needs a qualified leader. Unfortunately, Cheeks did not prepare for him.

A player who can only rush to the inside and dunk well can't really lead the team to the playoffs. This guy doesn't have the crazy momentum of Iverson to single out everything.

When Cheeks faced the media with a die-hard style and said that he could lead the team to the playoffs, what greeted him was a series of failures.

Losing to teams like the Magic and the Cavaliers, Cheeks can only admit it, but even the Raptors can beat the 76ers by 19 points, which is unbearable, at least those Philadelphia fans have publicly cursed.

"Cheeks is a standard idiot! That guy will ruin our team! I really hope the team's management can let this guy go!", this is what the angry Philadelphia fans expected of Cheeks.

Hurry up, don't harm our team here!But the Philadelphia management doesn't seem to have heard such cries. Maybe they just want to find an over-coach who can survive the reconstruction.

A shameless guy like Cheeks is the most suitable choice. At least this guy can attract firepower for their management. Uh, in other words, Cheeks is a tragedy of hatred.

The 76ers, who had lost three games in a row, desperately needed a victory, but Cheeks ignored Iverson's approach at all, but there was no way to make his team strong again.

Even if Iguodala can average nearly 20 points per game, he can't carry the team's charge like Iverson. It is a lack of temperament.

Without experiencing the tempering of big scenes, Iguodala is not the kind of leader player even in NCAA, not to mention that he has to face Iverson.

Although he is also called ai, there is a small word in front of it. In front of Iverson, Iguodala will always be a junior.

Iverson may not need to do too much to make the team gather around him and burst out a powerful impact. Even when facing the Lakers, he can charge forward without hesitation.

But when Iguodala charged desperately, there were not many people following him at all.

A poor guy, a poor tragedy, maybe he can grow in the future, but at this juncture of reconstruction, Iguodala is just a shield for being pushed to the front by Cheeks.

And when Cheeks needed victory the most, what they ran into was the Celtics who had just lost to the Mavericks. Those bandit-like beasts were struggling to find someone to vent their anger on.

"We have lost three games in a row, but the opponent also lost, so I don't think we will lose in the away game. Although we lost the first match, it was not a defeat. This time, we are going to more fully."

When Cheeks came to Boston, he was still full of tough arguments. Maybe this guy is a lunatic with an absolutely strong heart, so he would brazenly say that he would take away the victory in Boston.

Facts have proved that this guy's eloquence is far stronger than his coaching talent. When the 76ers team with low morale encountered a group of bandits who were eager to fight, the only thing waiting for the Phillies was collapse.

It was really a breakdown. Iguodala's two consecutive dunks to the basket in the opening stage could have made Cheeks pump his fist on the sidelines, but the next scene immediately quieted this guy.

"That Philadelphia kid wants to play wild here? What's the matter?" No matter how you listen to Chen Feng's words, it seems that he is sharpening his knife before the final sentence of death is pronounced.

"What's going on? Of course he's going to kill him." Pierce's despicable smile has been completely assimilated by Chen Feng, not only the leader of the team, but also everyone else.

Fuck, uh, really fuck, the 76ers took the lead once in the opening minute, and then Cheeks watched a crazy carnage from the sidelines.

38:16, this is the response given by the bandits in Boston. In the first quarter of the game, it took only [-] minutes, but the Celtics' bombardment had completely destroyed the determination of the Philadelphians to resist.

There was really no way to stop those lunatics. Pierce and Szczerbiak threw four three-pointers from the outside line. When they shot, they really had no scruples.

The reason why he played so well on the outside was because Chen Feng suppressed the 76ers' Durham Porter in the paint, grabbing rebounds like crazy, no one could stop this big guy's footsteps.

Substitution, pinch defense, these tricks of Cheeks are not unused. He even tried to copy the defensive strategies of the Mavericks. Unfortunately, his 76ers team is not the leader in the West.

Chen Feng didn't have to fight himself to the death with anyone. Durham Potter wasn't Nowitzki, so he couldn't hold back Wild Boy's charge at all.

That guy just plundered the rebounds crazily, allowing the Celtics shooters to shoot unscrupulously, raining shots, falling into the basket, and making Cheeks cry on the sidelines.

In three quarters, or in less than three quarters, the Celtics have gained enough advantage.

The Celtics were all on the bench throughout the fourth quarter, and even Scalabrian was able to get 10 minutes of playing time. It is conceivable that this is such a big lead.

115:86, this is the score when Cheeks led the team to leave the arena in disgrace. It is not an exaggeration, but the scene with a lead of nearly [-] points in the first three quarters, I am afraid no one can bear it.

The media in Boston directly satirized Cheeks' wild words before the game, "Win? In Boston? Are Cheeks sure he is not dreaming?"

"God bless that poor guy, maybe Philly is going to have a horrible low period after losing Iverson, four straight losses? Don't think about these things, this may just be the beginning."

Murphy didn't save Cheeks any face in the column, and just belittled him so bluntly.

No way, who let that blind guy take the initiative to provoke these guys in Boston, provoke a group of lunatics, what good results can there be?

The 76ers are dingy and gone, but Rivers is now staring at the next opponent.

Clevelandians, a group of Clevelandians are on their way to Boston following their loss to the Philadelphia 76ers.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was said to be omnipotent by the media, is preparing for his enthronement.

However, when Chen Feng heard the news, he grinned, "Emperor? Hehe, is there a group of...? Louis XVI is also the emperor, so he was killed too? Anyone who comes to Boston to make trouble, come here." One kills one, two kills one pair! The emperor? How many eggs does he have?"

I don't know what expression a certain little emperor will make when he hears these words. Bostonians are looking forward to it.

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