Chapter 88 Boston's Number one madman

"Oh, it seems that Rivers can't sit still. This guy also changed his lineup like the Suns."

Kenny Smith hates the chaotic posture in the commentary table, especially after seeing the replacement of the Celtics, he hopes to see Rivers fight back immediately.

If you can play so hot in the first quarter, the game will definitely be wonderful. As a commentator, what Smith is afraid of is that the game is not exciting. The more popular the scene is, the more excited he will be.

Barkley also has the same problem with him, but compared with Smith, this bald flying pig may be more excited, because he saw that Chen Feng, the bastard, had taken off his coat and stepped into the field.

Although this is Barkley's second time watching Chen Feng's game on the sidelines, he seems to feel that every time that guy can bring himself joy. I don't know what the boy will do this time.

Although the relationship between Barkley and Chen Feng is not like Larry Johnson's brother, in terms of temperament, it is obvious that Barkley and Chen Feng appreciate each other more, and both of them are a little stingy.

Barkley can still remember the scene of meeting Chen Feng for the first time. The boy obviously knew who he was and dared to challenge him face to face. Looking at that situation at that time, if Barkley took action, he would definitely fight back.

"That's a madman. I don't doubt it at all." Later, when Takanien asked about this small conflict, Barkley was outspoken, but it was because of this that he valued Chen Feng more. He didn't have a little temper and still called him a man? Barkley had beaten O'Neal in the first place.

"The Celtics' tactics may also change. I think the Suns' chasing speed may slow down. Kenny, now we can make a bet. I bet that the Suns will never have a chance to overtake the score before the end of the first quarter." Barkley said to his partner.

"Charles, you will never learn a lesson. Just like last time you kissed a donkey's ass, you are not lucky to gamble. Since you choose to let me take advantage of it, I bet that the Suns can overtake."

Kenny Smith may have been used to the stubbornness of his partner, especially about gambling. As long as there is a chance, they always bet twice, but most of them are Barkley who lose, so Smith doesn't mind another one this time. What's more, he thinks that the Suns can indeed surpass.

As long as you look at the games in the first few minutes, you will know that D'Antoni's team is a little crazy. If you want to limit their speed, it's not enough to change people. What's more, the Celtics have replaced Jefferson. They have lost a stable scoring point. It's not wise to do so.

But Kenny Smith seems to have forgotten the relationship between Barkley and Chen Feng. He also forgot to explain the confrontation between the wasps and the Celtics here. How did the boy deal with the wasps in the first place?

Anyway, Barkley and Smith's bet is settled. I just hope that Chen Feng won't really let him lose again.

"Ky, if you don't want me to drag you to whisky, you'd better compete with me!"

Barkley estimated that he almost turned on the microphone and shouted at Chen Feng now. He didn't want to lose the gamble all the time.

But in the eyes of most people, the Celtics' change is definitely weakening their strength.

It's not only unwise for Smith to do so. When D'Antoni saw the changes in the Celtics, he was also thinking, "Are these guys going to continue to defend against us?"

D'Anthony is also a little confused about Rivers's idea now, but seeing that the opponent replaced Jefferson, he also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the guy's attack power on the inside is really strong.

It's just that the other party has changed into the bald boy with an obvious Asian identity. Although D'Anthony has also slightly swept the reports of other games, he hasn't specially watched the video of the game between the Pistons and the Celtics.

So his impression of Chen Feng is more about the appearance of provoking himself before the opening.

And the assistant coaches of the Suns did not pay attention to Chen Feng. Compared with him, is the core of Pierce more worthy of their research, a novice in the first grade? Let's stand aside.

"A first-year novice is so arrogant. Maybe he should have suffered a little to know that the NBA is not so easy to fool around." De Anthony is thinking about it now is Pierce, not Chen Feng, but he doesn't mind letting Dior and Marion teach the boy a lesson so that he can restrain a little.

Dior and Marion didn't have a good impression on Chen Feng, a hairy boy who was still talking to him before the start of the game. The two of them even wanted to kill this seemingly arrogant bald head directly.

"Ky, if you don't want to get hurt, you'd better stay away from me." The Celtics started the ball from the bottom line, but Dior has been hanging beside Chen Feng. He hopes to verbally warn this new guy.

Although the two looked a little taller than Chen Feng, just after the fight with Jefferson, Dior was full of confidence, and in the face of a rookie, he could completely roar at the other party.

But Dior's practice at this moment is in Barkley's view. Although Barkley can't hear what the two people are saying, he has experience in playing basketball. He knows it casually. Just by comparing the physique of the two people, Chen Feng is full of angular tendons, which is called a tough one.

Dior's physique is also good, but compared with Chen Feng's animal, it's not enough.

"Are all French basketball players like you who can only nagging endlessly in other people's ears?"

Chen Feng choked Dior without looking back. Before Dior could reply, he answered two more words.

"If you think you are awesome enough, just wait under the basket. Is it interesting to chat with you here?"

"If I don't beat you out of the inside line, even if you haven't eaten leeks in your life!"

Dior was a little stunned by such a series of saliva. He really didn't expect that a first-year novice dared to be so unscrupulous and arrogant, and that guy just sprayed himself so directly?

Originally, Dior was going to give his opponent a horse, but now it's the other way around, and the other party is yelling at himself! And the boy's voice was so loud that all the guys around him heard it.

Rondo and Pierce almost laughed unkindly, and even Marion had a strange expression.

Such an honest person as Perkins just wants to stand up for Chen Feng and say, "You are so awesome!"

Although Dior is a French man, he has never seen any Asian dare to be so bold. You know, it's not that he hasn't done anything with Yao Ming. That big guy is very modest and polite.

Copy, where on earth did this bald head jump out!? How dare you spray yourself like this!?

Of course, Chen Feng didn't have time to take care of Dior's staring and gasping appearance. He came on the stage with the task. If this can't be done, I guess Rivers will not kick his buttocks when he turns around?

How can you have time to talk nonsense with such a eloquent French fool? If you have time, it's better to make a block for Ron. As for whether the other party is going to spit blood by himself, Chen Feng doesn't care at all.

He didn't take advantage of his saliva, which was enough to make Dior depressed. But when he retreated to the three-second area to prepare for defense, his feet were opened by a strong impact before he could stand firm.

"Excuse me, don't bury it!" Such a sentence sounded in his ear. Before Dior could understand what had happened, he was directly hit by a strong force and sat on the floor.

This is not all. Dior sat on the ground and wanted to look up at what had happened. As a result, when he looked up, he saw a huge basketball being pestled from the basket and slammed! It hit the face, and the sore feeling began to spread from the tip of the nose to the tear glands in an instant.

"I'll go! Saying that you are a woman, you are really excited! Just got two points, and you cried like this?"

Dior was angry at this time, but he couldn't stand up and swing his fists, because his eyes were crying, and there were bursts of soreness on the tip of his nose.

The Suns team members next to him were also speechless. They really didn't know what they were doing. Originally, they looked well on the periphery, and Nash also entangled Rondo.

But no one expected that Rondo suddenly changed direction. Under the cover of Tony Allen, he did not pass the ball to Pierce, but threw a very hidden ground pass and directly to Chen Feng.

As a result, Chen Feng caught the ball and turned around. There was almost no pause to resist Dior. After using his body to squeeze out Dior, he rushed to block Marion and directly dunked.

The ghost knew how fierce the power of this guy's dunk was. Anyway, the basketball was abruptly stuffed in by him.

Then the friction of the Nets could not stop the basketball from hitting through, and then, the tragic guy Dior raised his head, and the basketball really hit his nose without any suspense.

A second later, Dior was already in tears. He was not only smashed, but also had to be sprayed by Chen Feng.

"..., er, Charles, why do I feel that the boy's playing style is better than you..."

Kenny Smith didn't know what to say at this time. He just pointed to the basket with a strange expression and didn't know what adjective to use to describe what had just happened.

Barkley was more straightforward and didn't answer at all. He just held the microphone and laughed wildly.

"Kid, you are so fucking like me!" Barkley is about to laugh at this moment.

At this moment, Rivers and Siberdu almost coincidentally covered their foreheads with their hands and said, "God, I really hope this boy is not my player, this crazy boy!"

But Chen Feng's fierce blow made the North Shore Garden Arena, which had just been silent, boil again!

Suns!? What's so scary? Don't forget! We have the number one madman in Boston!

He is fearless, even if you are the first in the West! Take it as it is!

(Second update, the rest will stay tomorrow, about three chapters like that. Today, I have updated 2,000 words more. In addition, if there are comrades who don't want to read it, don't bother to go to the book review area to talk about how rubbish this book is. If you don't like it, don't read it, so that you don't have to block your heart, and then I have to grind your teeth here. You're right. Well, why?)