Chapter 73 The Tiger Out of the Gate

"You are not allowed to provoke the fans, you are not allowed to ask the referee to get a technical foul, and you are not allowed to change my tactical arrangement without authorization. If you can promise to do this, you can prepare for the game."

The situation on the court has completely turned to the Pistons. Although Rivers is still looking forward to it, it seems that if no change is made, the Celtics will be hammered to death.

So now Rivers is bending the old waist and standing in front of Chen Feng, saying word by word.

"No problem, I promise to do it." Chen Feng's head is like a chicken pecking.

Siberdu looked at this scene that was a bit like coaxing a child, and he couldn't help laughing.

This is not that Rivers is more loving, nor is it that Chen Feng is more childlike. It's just that this boy is really too worry-free. He can only treat him like this, otherwise he may cause you some trouble.

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

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

"If you mess up again, I will immediately put you back on the bench! This is not a joke!"

Although Rivers knows that such a warning does not have much deterrent, it can only support the scene.

After all, he is also the head coach. If he doesn't even have such authority, it would be a bad thing.

It's just this kind of deterrent, which is still useful for others, for Chen Feng? I'm afraid it doesn't work very well.

After Rivers said these words, Chen Feng's looming smile on the corners of his mouth was a little tricky, but now it's all like this, and he can only throw the boy on the court.

Even if you try your luck, you have to fight. You are always stabbed by a soft knife like this. No one can stand it.

The score has been increased to 24:11. If you don't want to be 20 points behind in the first quarter, Rivers must increase the team's offensive firepower, even to save face.

After all, even if a Jefferson can carry it, it is not realistic to let him eat the inside line of the Pistons. Tony Allen is still that kind of player, and the scoring stability is always uncertain.

When West met an old deep-fried dough stick like Billups, he was almost led by the nose.

If you expect him to score, it's better to expect him to interfere with Billups' possession rhythm.

Of course, it is such a task that West has not completed well. At this moment, this guy's expression is almost a precursor to neuropathy, and his face is full of anxiety and depression.

"Maybe it's time to consider letting West calm down." Rivers watched the game while thinking about the ability of his players. After all, the season is still long.

Although West was able to enter the starting lineup last season, after having Rondo this season, his state obviously slipped, especially in the offensive organization, he often made unnecessary mistakes.

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

As a point guard, calmness is the first priority, not to mention that in terms of mistakes, Rho is also dominant.

Except for a little abnormality with Kidd, Rondo's performance is more stable most of the time.

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

Can this task be successfully completed? Rivers didn't expect much. After all, it's an old fried dough stick that has passed through the finals. As long as Ron can interfere with him, thank God.

Not to mention Szebiak, who scored second only to Pierce in the first few games. Even Scala Bryan, who was sitting on the bench, was worried about him. This guy couldn't find any feeling at all.

And there is a gibbon like Prince staring at him, who was the god who could contain Kobe at the beginning. With Szebiak himself, he must not be able to deal with this kind of shadow-like defensive madman.

The ball that Szebiak finally threw in was completed by stepping on the three-point line. Whether it was a three-pointer or a breakthrough, Prince protected him to death and could not move.

If it's a problem for a pitcher to practice receiving the ball, then don't expect him to shoot and score.

Pierce was anxious when he was watching on the sidelines. He almost pulled off his suit and put it on. The green shirt was the only one who could play a role.

Perkins basically belongs to the kind of insider who has no attack power. He has had a hard time carrying Mohammed, who is one head taller than himself, and still wants to score? Unless this guy has learned the skill of shadow splitting.

Rondo replaced West and Chen Feng replaced Perkins. Before these players with a dull expression were about to play, Rivers said, "You, you have to learn to be brave here!"

Courage, which is also the reason why Rivers let Chen Feng appear. He didn't expect this boy to increase his offensive firepower, but he hoped that this fierce little madman would have the courage to fight with the other party!

can be killed, but never be scared to death! Fight! Even if the other party is at the championship level!

There are only two minutes left before the end of the first quarter, so the Pistons did not rotate. Sanders' idea was also quite simple, relying on his starting players to pull as far as possible in the first quarter.

After controlling the situation, everything is fine. In order to erase the memories left by Larry Brown as much as possible, Sanders can only do something about whether it looks good or not.

After all, it is impossible for him to really have a major operation on the lineup. The Pistons fans can't rub the sand in their eyes. Those guys are not used to anyone's problems.

If he does something behind his back, then the blue-collar workers will definitely make him understand what non-violence and non-cooperation is.

Strengthening the attack on the basis of maintaining the existing lineup is the only thing Sanders can do, and winning all the first four games gives him enough confidence.

However, Rivers' personnel adjustment also made Sanders subconsciously raise his eyebrows. "It seems that the Celtics have such a little ability after losing Pierce. Have they admitted defeat?"

But before Sanders could think about Rivers' intentions, he heard a sound of cold air in the fans. When he turned around, the score had been close to two points.

Although the Pistons still lead 24:13, it took less than five seconds after the suspension!

"What the hell! What the hell! How can the other party score so easily? Has Mohammed's fool lost his defensive position again!?" Sanders did not dare to act rashly against the old team who had won the championship, but he still dared to pinch Mohammed's dispensable goods casually.

"It was that guy who scored two points on the inside board, and Mohammed failed to stop him." The main coach reminded Sanders, but even he was in a trance just now.

Because everything happened too fast, he received Rondo's pass from Jefferson, and then he didn't hold the ball by himself. Unexpectedly, he passed the ball. After leaning against the back of the bald head and opening Mohammed, he wiped his left hand and scored very easily. The whole offensive process was smooth and a little dizzying.

No wonder Rivers roared loudly on the sidelines. He didn't have a chance to experience this pleasant feeling in the first ten minutes, but this attack was indeed very beautiful.

The general idea? Maybe Sanders and the assistant coach have such an idea at this moment. Maybe it's just an accident, just a relaxation after a ten-point lead.

In the Pistons' counterattack, Hamilton's shot failed to get into the basket, and the high basketball was also caught by the new bald boy, which made Sanders a little unhappy.

But soon Sanders stood on the sidelines from his seat, because the Celtics' counterattack was so fast that Rondo's dribble failed to bypass Belupus's defense, but it did not prevent him from assisting again.

Szebiak failed to score three points, but the falling basketball was caught by the bald boy again, and a one-handed snap came directly in the air, and the basketball rack was also fiercely shaken by him.

At this time, Mohammed could not even retreat to the three-second zone to defend. At this moment, Sanders felt that his eyelids seemed to be a little twitching.

Who the hell is that guy? There was already a looming uneasiness in Sanders' heart.

But Rivers on the sidelines has grasped the tactical board in his hand. He did not roar out in a low voice, but at this moment, he has already shouted for his choice.

The boy is fearless. He is the tiger that has been out of the sluice. Even if his opponent is a group of tough lions, the boy dares to get into the inside line to overturn the river!

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

Chen Feng did not have the kind of provocative action in the previous few games, and even after two attacks, he did not have that kind of iconic roar. He just completed the attack simply.

Then, turn around, leave, and watch the score shrink again. At 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 encroach on the opponent's advantage as soon as possible with such a continuous attack. He was not crazy enough to think that he could pick five.

The best way is to shorten the gap as soon as possible, and it can also make the other party not continue to be so calm.

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

"Is this the championship-level team? Then let me see where you are great."

The impulse gushing in the blood vessels made Chen Feng feel hot all over.

It's a kind of excitement for World War I...

(Automatic update... It's late. I didn't get off work until noon on the night shift yesterday. I was exhausted... Sorry)