Forward to the basket

It is estimated that no one likes being thrown out of the field in such a simple and rude way, but it doesn't matter whether Carter is willing or not, because that bald-headed wild boy has never humbly asked the victim's opinion.

Anyway, if the shot was shot, it was shot. Chen Feng's heavy hand was really black, it was not considered a foul, but Carter's fall was not light, and when Chen Feng rushed up, he bumped Collins intentionally or unintentionally.

As far as Chen Feng's muscular body is concerned, he would be deadly enough to fight head-on with anyone, not to mention that this kid even charged up, but any normal person would not compete with a charging heavy tank.

But Collins is really a bit dumb and eats coptis, and he doesn't want to meet such an arrogant guy face to face, but that kid doesn't even give him a chance to avoid it!Only the devil knows how he rushed here!

No matter how upset Frank is, the matter has come to an end. In less than ten seconds since the start of the game, his most important offensive knife was shot away, and the defensive gate was even hit, grinning and frowning. .

It is estimated that everyone will protest if it is changed, even if it is an away game.But before Frank's protest had any effect, it was drowned out by a wave of cheers like a tsunami.

No way, Boston fans already love the bald boy who always gives them a wild feeling!Now many loyal supporters are here for that kid, they need this tough guy.

Absolutely no home fan would be happy to see an opposing player put on a good show, whether that guy is slamming from the free throw line or playing a one-stop drive.

Wonderful?It might be exciting, but this is not the place for the visiting team to perform, and the home fans will not applaud and shout for their wonderful performance.

No matter how beautiful the fight is, it belongs to others!His own team is being ravaged, as long as those fans don't hate him so much, who would cheer for an opponent who comes to make trouble?

This has nothing to do with quality issues, it's local protectionism, don't talk about big reasons, ordinary home fans don't have the noble sentiments to shout for others.

But the reverse is different. These loyal guys like to see their team ravage others to death, just like what the kid did just now, slap them away!Show no mercy!

Of course, Chen Feng would never save face for anyone, and he also doesn't need others to save face for himself. According to this kid's words, "Face is earned by yourself with real ability, and others can't give it to you."

So this kid was very ruthless when he attacked, just like what the outside media said, "A lunatic who dared to drag the little emperor from the air to the floor with fierce movements, what else would he dare not?"

Indeed, there was nothing that Chen Feng didn't dare to do, that's why this guy acted so simply and swiftly, and now he was not the kind of idiot who had nothing to do to trouble himself with fouls.

There are a group of old and cunning guys hired by Auerbach as guides, plus Weber pointing out his own shortcomings from time to time, and Tarkanian's special training as assistants.

Even Thibodeau once said privately, "That kid Chen Feng is very good at skating now, not only is he ruthless, but he is also accurate in finding the time to strike. Most people really can't escape his big slap."

Anyway, no matter how Frank complained, the referees didn't blow the whistle, they only gave the Nets a baseline serve, but those referees also reminded Chen Feng to be careful with his actions.

Originally, this sentence could not be said, but looking at the grinning faces of Carter and Collins, the referee was a little bit grinning, and several people might be thinking at the same time, this kid is too dark.

A slap down, just blocked the opponent's first attack. Kidd, who was serving from the baseline, accurately found Richard Jefferson, who had already run to meet him. The latter caught the ball and scored with a rebound.

Pierce, who made up defense, stretched out his hand to block it, but it was still a slow shot. The Nets finally won the first offense, but as soon as their defense was in place, the Celtics counterattacked. arrive.

Absolutely chasing and fast-breaking, Rivers also made tactical arrangements before going on the court. What he wanted was that these guys could play harder, and he needed to play an attitude against the strongest opponent in the same division.

Let go, this is Rivers' requirement for these little animals, no matter how the opponent plays, we will complete the game in our own way!

Rivers didn't emphasize who is the main attacker, but with Rondo, a guy who controls the rhythm on the court, don't think that the Celtics will play chaotically, even if Kidd is staring at him.

With the experience of the first confrontation, although there is a big gap between Rondo and Kidd in terms of experience and ability, if this kid is determined to fight now, he may not be restrained.

What's more, Rondo is not the kind of player who holds the ball and plays for his life, and then breaks through endlessly. This guy knows that it is difficult for him to single out Kidd, so he made up his mind to pass the ball.

You can stop my dribble, but you can't prevent me from letting me pass. Besides, Rondo always chooses the safest way to pass the ball, and he didn't intend to let Kidd catch his mistakes and fight back.

This wave of Celtics' offense advanced extremely fast. Pierce controlled the ball across the half court without pausing, threw it directly to Rondo, and then led Richard Jefferson to the bottom line.

Anyway, Jefferson didn't dare to let Pierce run around, so he could only follow, and Kidd was here to prevent Rondo from going inside.

But Kidd can prevent the breakthrough, but he can't pass the ball when he returns to the defense quickly. What Rondo catches is this kind of time difference. Inside.

Kidd didn't prevent Rondo from making such a pass at all, and the speed was so fast that he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it at all. He could only hope that Collins behind him could successfully get stuck in his position.

Collins, who is more than [-] meters tall, will be okay in terms of on-the-spot experience. When he returned to defense, he had already paid attention to the blocking position. When Rondo made a pass, he stepped up.

This pass, the first defense, seemed to be exactly right, but Collins forgot one thing, sometimes, with some defense, it's not that you get stuck at the basket, everything is fine.

Because there is a kind of beast that keeps you stuck, and he has a way to knock you away, and unfortunately, the one in front of Collins is that kind of brutal beast.

withstand!Collins tried his best to support the opponent with his arms, but it took more than a second for him to push, and a burst of brute force completely overwhelmed his resistance.

There was no feint, no feint, it was just a push back after catching the ball, just such a quick push back, the sturdy back muscles had already collapsed Collins' defense.

I really can't stand it!Collins really wanted to yell at everyone that he had tried his best, really, but the one in front of him doesn't mean that you can stop it with your best efforts.

At this moment, Collins really wanted to drag Krstic, who was not far away from him, and let that guy who was about the same tonnage as him help.

However, Krstic was too busy to take care of himself. The average person really couldn't handle Jefferson's muscular physique arching to the inside.

Don't look at the fact that the Celtics have no advantage in the height of the inside line, but when it comes to this man's skill, most people really can't handle it. He doesn't have the time to help Collins.

Even if he wants to help now, it's too late!That bald-headed wild boy, with a forcible half-turn, pushed Collins so far that he couldn't even find the north.

If Barkley was sitting on the court at this time, he would definitely jump up and say, "I'm going! I want you to use your buttocks! Nima, who told you to use your back! Are you such a bully! "

In other words, with Chen Feng's muscular body, just exerting force on his back was enough for Collins to bear.

Just such a swift half-turn, Collins was powerless to resist, his outstretched hands couldn't even make a foul, just looking at Chen Feng in front of him, he jumped up, slashed and dunked with one hand, and pulled the basket!

Kidd's double-team turn around over there was already fast enough, but compared to Chen Feng's swiftness to push back against Collins, it was still a bit slow. He, the leader of the Nets, admired a one-handed dunk from such a close distance!

"Aww!", when Kidd watched the kid in front of him complete the dunk, what he heard was a howl like a wild animal. That kind of overwhelming feeling made people shudder.

And the most terrifying thing is definitely not this voice, but the response in the entire North Shore Garden Arena. At this moment, the arena is definitely not like a building in a metropolis, but more like a wild jungle.

And that guy Chen Feng is a real beast, the 1 people in the arena are listening to his call and start to growl!

This wave of sound coming from all directions is like a threat that destroys people's minds. The feeling of wild burst makes Frank feel uneasy on the sidelines.

This wasn't what Chen Feng discussed with the fans in advance, but it was his roar that aroused the fierceness in the bones of the Boston fans. This group of guys who are often said to be addicted to the past can finally let out a roar!

"The boss of the Atlantic Division!? See you, hell! Only Boston people are qualified to be the boss here! You guys from New Jersey remember! Boston! Is the king of the Atlantic Division!"

This roar was not only a response to Chen Feng, but also a roar from these Boston fans at Frank and those who questioned them!

"Damn you, it's time for our Boston Glory to come back! Did you see that! This is our answer!"

Rivers was tense on the sidelines and didn't speak, but he really wanted to yell, "Want to block our Boston's pace? Who will stop? Your uncle! Whoever stops, whoever **** is looking for death!"

The kind of ferocity unique to Bostonians burst out vividly at this moment, and what Frank felt on the sidelines was an invisible pressure.

That kind of pressure comes from the opponents, and even more so from the sixteen championship banners flying above their heads.

Boss?Don't forget, the most powerful boss in the Atlantic Division is here!