Chapter 53 Go on the field!

Rivers really wants to find someone to use astrology to calculate today's fortune for himself. Is it really not appropriate to go out and do anything, because he really didn't expect that there would be so much trouble in the first game.

Looking at Chandler, who was still demonstrating under the basket when he shouted for a pause, Rivers was melancholy, but he was not because Chandler was showing off his beautiful dunk at this moment.

It's not because the guy roared after hitting Ratliff, although now Rivers really wants to find a pair of stinky socks that have been worn for seven or eight years to block Chandler's throat.

This has nothing to do with the arrogant performance of the opponent. Rivers is just in a melancholy state at the moment.

Just now, Ratliffe barely jumped to stop his opponent from slam dunking. In this way, the head-on collision was not small, and his timid behavior before the battle made the former block king even forget to do a move to protect himself.

Not only did he fail to protect himself, but Ratliff also blocked the foul when he met him.

If the foul can pull the opponent down, it's worth it, but Ratliff fell straight on the floor and didn't get any benefits.

Although the team doctor thought that Latlief was fine after simple treatment, at least he did not have a concussion.

But Ratliff's spirit is obviously very depressed. Even if he can continue to stand under the basket, the help he provides to the team will be minimal.

And the team doctor has proposed to let the big guy have an examination, because his hand is always pressed on the injured knee, and the conditions at the scene cannot make a very accurate judgment.

Although I don't know if Latlief was induced by the old injury just now, Rivers can't let such players continue to play now.

Even if he was helpless, Rivers could only wave to the team doctor to take Latlief into the lounge quickly.

It's just looking at the power of the opponent now, watching Ratliffe's sad departure. Rivers finally recovered from Paul's crisis, but now he has to tighten up again.

"Fuck, is there anything worse than this!" Rivers cursed in a low voice.

"Doug, I can only say that there are worse situations than Ratliffe's departure. I need to remind you that Al has three fouls on his body now, and Kendrick has also carried three fouls. Unless you plan to give up the game in the fourth quarter, you have to consider who should play, and the inside line needs someone to push up.

Siebodeau's words raised Rivers' curse to a higher level, and he almost jumped out and pointed to Chandler's nose and said, "Fuck you son of a bitch, forget the goal, and it hurts my insider! Your sister, I dug your ancestral grave in my last life! What a trick!?"

Of course, Rivers doesn't really do that. He doesn't want to be struck out by the referee in the first game of the regular season. Moreover, now the two teams are only six points away, and the Celtics have not surrendered!

"Injury! Foul! Damn, I want to see how bad this damn luck can be!"

Rivers doesn't have much time to vent his anger. In addition to jumping and scolding the street, he must quickly think of something. In order not to make the fourth quarter become garbage, Jefferson can only put up with it for the time being.

Perkins is on the court. There's nothing he can do. After all, this guy's experience is a little more, Ogwo Kandy, Scala Bryan, and Chen Feng, who is now starting to get angry.

Now there are only three choices left to Rivers. Originally, there were quite a lot of inside choices, but after playing less than two quarters, Rivers felt that he was suddenly a little stretched.

Scala Bryan is basically a soy sauce guy, which even Rivers himself knows.

Unless you give up the game or need someone to foul, this red-haired boy is definitely not considered.

Ogvocandi? Or the wild boy? Rivers was also muttering in his heart.

This is originally a stage of chasing, although Ogvo Kandi's current state is quite weak.

But anyway, this guy has played in the NBA for several years. He has no ability, at least he still has experience.

However, Rivers did not shout out Ogwakandi's name at the first time, because the appearance of Ratliff had just woken up to Rivers.

Not every veteran can fight hard against his opponents, especially those who are already at the end of his career, or often suffer from illness due to injury.

They are always afraid of injuries, just like Latlief's performance just now.

When Rivers looked at the state of Ogwokandi, he was a little nervous.

"That guy won't have problems at the critical moment, will he?" Now that the score is so dead, Rivers is really afraid that he will lose all if he is careless.

At this time, Rivers' eyes floated to Chen Feng, who had been silent, but his expression was already a little eager to try. After thinking about it for a moment, Rivers clenched his back teeth fiercely.

"Chen Feng!" As soon as Rivers roared, Chen Feng directly shook off the long clothes and trousers he was wearing and jumped in front of Rivers in an instant.

"Head! You finally think of me." Looking at Chen Feng's belligerent look, Rivers can only decide to gamble now.

"Did you see it? The guy who was pounding his chest just now! You, on the stage! Keep an eye on him! I won't give you too much time. If you can't, I'll replace you immediately!"

Rivers almost gritted his teeth to give Chen Feng a task. This fat man in the dough was really cruel.

"Head, don't worry, if that guy can continue to be so arrogant, I will run around Boston naked. Believe me, I will beat that guy to death on the inside line!"

At this time, not only did Rivers hear the meaning of letting go of Chen Feng's words, but even Ron also subconsciously shivered, because he knew too well the character of this bald head.

"The field! There are still two minutes left! I want you to take the lead back to the locker room! Boston is our territory! It's not the place where the wasps are wild! Kill them!"

There was a little stuffy atmosphere just now. Under the instigation of Rivers, it finally recovered.

Chandler was still proud of bombing the opponent's inside line twice in a row, but before he was ready for the additional free throw just now, he heard a sound in his ear.

"Hey, big man, your performance is over. Now it's time for me to stare at you. Be careful."

When Chandler heard this, Chandler found that a bald head that might be shorter than Latlev was standing in front of him, but this obviously Asian face was not familiar with it at all.

A rookie? Or an international player? Now Chandler doesn't care about this, and he finds that the boy's tone is very arrogant, as if his fate was in his hand.

"Ky, don't talk so much nonsense, or you will be like the guy who was just taken away."

Chandler's expression is matched with his tough physique and height, and he looks like a villain anyway.

However, Chandler seemed to underestimate the temper of the boy in front of him. As soon as he said this, he was choked back by his opponent. "Silly Boyi is like a crop cooked three times a year without a break. Today, I met it. It's okay. You will know who will lie out later. Remember to buy insurance."

After saying this, Chen Feng walked to the side without looking back and waited to grab the rebound. As for Chandler's expression, that was not a problem he needed to consider. He just wanted to provoke the other party.

Sorry, I don't care who you are. Today is my first NBA regular season. Don't mess with anyone!

Otherwise, I will meet a god and kill a god, and I will kill a ghost!

It is estimated that many years later, some people will remember this day when a knife from the street was polished...

(Fourth update, I'll try my best... Try to continue to update.)