Forward to the basket

"You are not allowed to provoke the fans, you are not allowed to ask the referee to receive a technical foul if you have nothing to do, and you are not allowed to change my tactical arrangements without authorization. If you can guarantee these, you can prepare to play."

The situation on the court has completely turned to the side of the Pistons. Although Rivers is still looking forward to it, it seems that if he does not make some changes, the Celtics will be hammered to death by others.

So now Rivers is standing in front of Chen Feng with his old waist bent, speaking word by word.

"No problem, I promise to do it." Chen Feng nodded his head like a chicken pecking at food.

Thibodeau looked at this scene, which was a bit like coaxing a child, and couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's not that Rivers is caring, and it's not that Chen Feng is innocent, it's just that this kid is really annoying, so you can only treat him like this, otherwise you might really cause some trouble.

But he also knew that that boy Chen Feng said he was fine, but once he played, no one could control him.

Just like the first two games, you never know what's going on in that kid's head.

"If you mess around again, I'll push you back to the bench immediately! This is not a joke!"

Although Rivers knew that such a warning did not have much deterrent effect, it could only be used to support the scene.

After all, he is also the head coach no matter what, if he doesn't even have such a little authority, it would be too bad.

It's just that this kind of deterrence is still useful to others, but to Chen Feng?I'm afraid the effect is not great.

After Rivers finished speaking these words, no matter how you looked at the faint smile on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, it looked a bit deceitful, but it was all like this now, so he could only throw this kid on the field.

Even if you are trying your luck, you have to fight hard. No one can stand being stabbed like this all the time.

The score has been extended to 24:11. If he does not want to fall behind by [-] points in the first quarter, Rivers must increase the team's offensive firepower, even if it is to save some face.

After all, even if Jefferson can handle it, it is not realistic to want him to take all the inside of the Pistons. Tony Allen is still a convulsive player, and his scoring stability is always uncertain.

When West met an old fritter like Billups, he was almost not led by the nose.

Counting on him to score, it is better to count on him to interfere with Billups' ball control rhythm.

Of course, even with such a task, West did not complete it smoothly. This guy's expression at the moment was almost a sign of going crazy, and his face was full of anxiety and depression.

"Maybe it's time to consider letting West calm down." While watching the game, Rivers was trying to figure out the abilities of his team members. After all, the season is still very long.

Although West was able to enter the starting lineup last season, after having Rondo this season, his state has obviously declined, especially in offensive organization, where unnecessary mistakes often occur.

There may be a sense of oppression in the face of competition, but I have to say that compared with Rondo's calmness, West often looks a little frizzy like a newcomer.

As a point guard, calmness is the first priority, not to mention the ratio of turnovers is also dominated by Rondo.

Rondo was more consistent most of the time, except for Kidd, who was a little out of sorts.

After another timeout was called, Rivers also made personnel adjustments, and West also had to sit on the bench to calm down for a while. Rondo's task was very simple. He had to limit Billups.

Whether this task can be successfully completed, Rivers didn't have too much expectation. After all, he is an old fritter who has been through the finals. As long as Rondo can interfere with him, it will be thankful.

Not to mention Szczerbiak, who was second only to Pierce in scoring in the previous few games. Even Scalabrian, who was sitting on the bench, was anxious for him. This guy couldn't find any touch at all.

And with a gibbon like Prince staring at him, he was the god who could restrain Kobe back then. Szczerbiak alone must not be able to deal with this kind of defensive lunatic who follows him like a shadow.

The shot that Szczerbiak made with great difficulty was done by stepping on the three-point line. Whether it was a three-pointer or a breakthrough, Prince defended him tightly, unable to move.

If a shooter is a problem in catching the ball, don't expect him to be able to shoot and score.

Pierce watched anxiously from the sidelines, and he almost lost his breath and pulled off his suit and put it on. The Celtics' firepower was so strong that Jefferson was the only one who could play a role.

Perkins basically belongs to the kind of insider with little offensive power. It is already very difficult for him to carry Muhammad who is a head taller than him, and he still wants to score?Unless this guy has learned the skill of shadow clone.

Rondo replaced West, and Chen Feng replaced Perkins. Before these dull-looking players were about to enter the field, Rivers said, "You guys, learn to show courage here!"

Courage, this is why Rivers let Chen Feng play. He didn't expect this kid to increase his offensive firepower, but he hoped that this fierce little lunatic would have the courage to fight the opponent!

You can be beaten to death, but you must not be scared to death!Fight!Even if the opponent is at the championship level!

There are 2 minutes left in the first quarter, so the Pistons did not rotate. Sanders' idea is also quite simple, relying on his own starting players to open the score as much as possible in the first quarter.

After taking control of the situation, everything is easy to handle. In order to erase as much as possible the memories left by Larry Brown, Sanders can only make a fuss about whether his playing looks good.

After all, he can't really do major surgery on the lineup. Pistons fans can't get sand in their eyes. Those guys are not used to anyone's faults.

If he makes some small moves behind the scenes, then those blue-collar workers will definitely let him understand what non-violent non-cooperation is.

Strengthening the offense on the basis of maintaining the current lineup is the only thing Sanders can do, and winning all the first four games also gave him enough confidence.

However, Rivers' personnel adjustment also made Sanders raise his eyebrows subconsciously, "It seems that the Celtics have only so little ability without Pierce, have they already conceded?"

But Sanders hadn't waited to think about Rivers' intentions carefully, he heard a gasp from the crowd of fans, and when he turned around, the score had been overtaken by two points.

Although the Pistons still led by 24:13, less than five seconds passed after the timeout ended!

"Damn it! What the hell! How could the opponent score so easily? Did that idiot Mohamed lose his defensive position again!?" Sanders dared not act rashly to those old team who had won the championship, but silently He still dared to pinch such a dispensable thing as Hammad casually.

"It was the guy who scored two points in the interior, and Mohammed failed to trap him." The main coach reminded Sanders, but even he himself was a little dazed just now.

Because everything happened too fast, from Jefferson receiving a pass from Rondo, and then passing the ball without holding the ball hard, to the bald head leaning back and pushing away Mohammed, With a swipe of his left hand, he wiped the board and scored very easily. The entire offensive process was so smooth that it was a bit dizzying.

It's no wonder that Rivers roared loudly from the sidelines. He didn't have the chance to experience this kind of carefree feeling in the first 10 minutes, but this offense was indeed very beautiful.

main idea?Perhaps, Sanders and the assistant coach have such thoughts in their hearts at the moment, maybe this is just an accident, just a slack after leading by more than ten points.

The Pistons counterattacked, Hamilton's shot failed to get into the basket, and the high-bouncing basketball was caught by the new bald boy, which made Saunders a little unhappy.

But soon Sanders stood on the sidelines from his seat, because the Celtics' counterattack was so fast that it was ridiculous. Rondo's dribble failed to bypass Billups' marking, but it did not hinder him. Assist again.

Szczerbiak failed to make a three-pointer, but the bald boy caught the falling basketball again, and a one-handed slam dunk came directly in the air, and the basketball hoop was also violently shaken by him.

At this moment, Muhammad hadn't even retreated to the three-second zone to defend. At this moment, Sanders felt his eyelids twitch a little.

Who the hell is that guy?Sanders already had a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

But Rivers on the sidelines had already grasped the tactical board in his hand. He didn't growl in a low voice, but at this moment he was already applauding for his choice.

That kid is fearless, he is a fierce tiger that keeps going out of the gate, even if his opponent is a group of tough lions, this kid still dares to get inside and turn the world upside down!

Keep doing it!boy!Maybe you can let those people know you from this moment...

Chen Feng didn't have the provocative actions of the previous few games, and he didn't even have that iconic roar after two successful attacks. He just completed the attack neatly.

Then, turn around, leave, and watch the score shrink again, 24:15, the previous double-digit lead has been shortened to nine points.

No one heard Chen Feng's psychological voice at this moment. He wanted to use this kind of continuous attack to eat away the opponent's advantage as soon as possible. He was not crazy enough to think that he could win one against five.

The best way is to shorten the gap as soon as possible, and it can also make the other party stop being so calm.

At this moment, Chen Feng just lowered his body and stared at the guys in blue team uniforms in front of him.

"Is this a championship-level team? Let me see where your greatness lies."

An impulse gushing from his blood vessels made Chen Feng feel hot all over his body.

It was an excitement longing for a fight...

(Automatic update... late upload, night shift last night, get off work only at noon, exhausted...sorry)