Chapter 118 Leading Cow

28:15, this is the first quarter given by the Celtics to the Dallas Mavericks. Although Terry scored two three-pointers in a row in the last two minutes of the first quarter, he still couldn't make up for the gap.

The rebounds, shooting rate and offensive efficiency are all dominated by the Celtics, and they did not give the Mavericks a chance to lead the game at all, even if the Dallasman called for two timeouts in the first quarter.

Avery Johnson, who has always been quiet, rarely shouted in the game, but this time he couldn't sit still. The "little general" almost didn't open his mouth to scold his mother.

But even if Johnson was so angry, he changed the tactics he had previously arranged during the suspension.

It can't save the suppressed fate for the Mavericks. Those green shirts like bandits come and go like the wind, just according to their own routine, smashing them and make the Mavericks dizzy.

This is no longer the wildness that can be contained by a timeout alone. Johnson watched the score constantly refresh with a blue face throughout the first quarter.

Seven games in a row. When victory becomes an inertia, there is always a unique atmosphere in the team, as if every time you step into the court, it is to grab the victory.

But such a head blow really stunned the Mavericks. Even if the head coach was furious on the sidelines, he could not wake up the feel and usual state of these guys in time.

The shot was missed, the cut was blocked, and the blocking was targeted. Although the Mavericks' offensive method has been trying to find a suitable explosive point, it doesn't feel well no matter how these guys play.

Throughout the first quarter, the Celtics were completely leading the bull's nose, and the Mavericks' rhythm and tactics were completely passively following the Celtics.

Rivers did not call a timeout. Even when he was chased by his opponent until 6:10 in the first five minutes, he did not move and completely let his players attack at will.

It is this kind of calmness that directly affects the Celtics' offensive quality. Whether it's chasing three points or slipping the bottom line's counter-hand layup, even Rondo threw one outside the three-point line for the first time.

I'm completely excited. If I really meet such an exciting team, sometimes I can't stop it if I really want to stop it. These guys are just how to vote and how can they have it.

Sometimes it seems that the goal that can't be scored is so tricky to get into the basket, which makes the Mavericks look helpless when defending.

The most awkward thing for the Mavericks is probably Rivers' strange starting lineup, two point guards! Two big men who can throw suddenly, such an overlapping arrangement seems to be a waste.

But only the Bostonians themselves know the actual effect. Of course, now the Mavericks also clearly recognize the ferocity of Rivers's move.

Two point guards and two organizational lines, no matter who controls the basketball at the first time, they can directly launch a fast attack, and they don't have to be afraid of being stared at by the other side.

Neither Harris nor Terry is the standard defensive top soldier. When facing Rdo and West, even if they can stop them, they can't control it.

What's more, those two guys are not the kind of defenders who want to brush their own data. They can keep an eye on their breakthrough, but they can't stop their pass.

The two big guys, Jefferson and Chen Feng, took turns pestering Nowitzki to make the Germans fight and how awkward.

And these two guys just grab the air and attack the basket. The advance speed is very fast and the rhythm is fast. If you directly hit the Mavericks' weak ribs, it is really defenseless.

However, I'm afraid the one who made Avery Johnson angry the most was the big man who ravaged the basket in the first quarter. Although Chen Feng scored four points, all of the two attacks were empty.

And it's more and more tyrannical. The second time, the cooperation between this guy and Rdo is directly an air operation across half-the-field, and it is a heavy buckle against Danpiel.

Dan Peel, known as the second center in the west, is also a man. The shape of the cover is actually quite standard, but the actual effect, er, it depends on how he falls down.

This guy's general grid was directly flying head-on like this. His two high hands failed to fan the basketball, although his hand had been pressed on the basketball.

But it's pressed, which doesn't mean that Damper can really slap the fierce guy. He can't stop the guy's ferocious pressure with both hands.

It was completely in a state of killing. He grabbed the basketball with one hand and pressed it down with two hands, and directly broke the blockade line erected in the air!

Danpire fell on his back, but this guy didn't get much sympathy, and only Howard kindly ran over and pulled him.

The "Little General" did not pay attention to this strange guy. He played for 12 minutes and only contributed two rebounds. He didn't get a single point, and was also won ten points by Chen Feng and Jefferson.

A typical defensive center can mix such a miserable statistics. This guy can no longer be described as strange. His existence is simply a big sieve on the inside of the Mavericks.

No matter whether Pierce cut into the basket or faced Jefferson's back singles, Danpier's performance in the first quarter was muddle-headed, just like sleepwalking.

Even Chen Feng didn't yell at the guy after deducting this one. He just turned around and asked Jefferson, "Is this guy, or is it the second center in the west?" Damn, there's no one in the West?"

Jefferson doesn't know how to answer this question. Er, do you have to say that Dampille, the idiot, once said in the playoffs in 2005, that he was the best center in the West.

Of course, that can only be a name, because a strange guy like Dampier has never been on any leaderboards with average scores and rebounds per game.

It is estimated that only Kuban, the crazy psychopath, can spend 7 years and 73 million US dollars to sign such a thing. Er, this is the boss and the players.

There is Danpiel on the inside line. Sometimes it's really appropriate and absolutely unsolved. Of course, it's not the other party's unsolved, but Johnson himself. He really doesn't know how to call the second center in the West.

I can't stand it. I don't need to put up anymore. The endurance of the "little general" is also limited. After a whole section of the idiot, he finally pressed the guy who thought he was okay on the bench and directly replaced it with Jerry Stackhouse, who had just finished the warm-up preparation.

"Jery, you go, remember to use your experience to split the other two point guards. Don't let them contact directly as frequently as the first quarter. We want to cut Boston's passing route!"

It can be seen that the double point guard tactics in the first quarter really gave Avery Johnson a headache. In addition, Dampiel's poor performance, he thought about it for a long time and was also heartfelt.

Stackhouse, Terry, Harris, three arrows at the same time, and the insider is putting a tall and strong Dessagana Diop. This posture is to fight with the Celtics.

However, these changes are to change the tragic state that made the Celtics lead their noses.

What Avery Johnson has to rely on is not just the players who stand up from the bench. What he needs to do is the most confident card in his hand.

"Dirk, the inside defense is handed over to Dessa Gainer, your task..." Johnson paused as he watched Nowitzki say these words. He hoped that the other party could understand what he meant.

"Coach, no need to say more. I know what to do. The first quarter of the game feels bad, but I think it's only temporary." The German nerves have always been strong, so on some issues, they don't need others to be too clear. Nowitzki himself knows what he should do.

"You can understand. I believe you can adjust it by yourself. Wait a minute, your main attack, the inner and outer line, will drag the pace of the other party's fast attack in the first quarter, and will no longer run back and forth."

Although Johnson is the head coach, in the NBA, a star-oriented league, even Jackson's old-fried dough sticks know when to communicate with his superstars.

Although Nowitzki is not the kind of guy who likes to control everything alone, Johnson has to be polite to this German rooted in Dallas.

Perhaps Nowitzki may have great respect for the respected old coach of Nelson, but for Johnson, a novice who has only taken over the team for less than two years, he may not bow down.

It's just that the Germans are not that kind of standard thorns. He will still listen to the coach's arrangement, and the awkward feeling in the first quarter makes this guy angry.

Especially when he was entangled by the strong Asian boy No. 99, the first-grade rabbit was always under the unclean of Nowitzki.

Anyway, it's either dragging the uniform or the elbow holding the opponent. Anyway, how can he make Nowitzki uncomfortable? What will the boy do?

Jefferson is not as good as that guy. Compared with that guy, Jefferson is so kind!

This kind of endless teasing can really make people angry. Even if Nowitzki is not the kind of person who often conflicts with others, he can't stand this kind of stimulation.

There is not much rest time after a quarter of the game, and Johnson's tactical adjustment can only be modified in such a hurry. As for the effect, the psychology of the "little general" is not numbered.

But some people don't need too much verbal motivation. He just needs to adjust his mentality to transform himself into a super killer on the court.

As soon as Chen Feng looked up, he bumped into Nowitzki head-on, but this time the guy did not wait for others to pass the ball to him, but took the initiative to ask for the ball after crossing the half.

The Germans directly hit the top of Mai Mang with Chen Feng near the three-point line. Nowitzki, whose shoulders were slightly lowered, did not do anything, and was just deadlocked.

Don't think that this guy doesn't move, and everything is gone. Chen Feng feels the pressure at this moment, and even hopes that this German can move. Don't have such endless faces.

God probably also heard Chen Feng's psychological cry. After two or three seconds of stalemate, Nowitzki moved, but this move shocked Chen Feng.

Hold the basketball high, Nowitzki's action looks more like a fake move, so Chen Feng did not easily move his defensive footsteps, but as soon as Chen Feng made a decision, the German's action changed.

Well, when Chen Feng reacted, the basketball had crossed his head and steadily plunged into the basket. The sound of brushing the net was crisp and loud, but it was never pleasant.

The German who retreated steadily to the backfield did not make any unnecessary demonstrations, but now Chen Feng has felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him...

The head of the mad cow finally showed his sharp horns...

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