Chapter 123 Endless

With a beautiful make-up basket, Chen Feng once again showed his tough style in the air confrontation.

Even Kenny Smith, a witness who had seen Chen Feng intercept David West in the air, applauded the beautiful attack in the commentary table this time.

In addition to showing his goodwill to the home fans, Kenny does think that this fierce attack is commendable.

Of course, it would be good if you didn't make Diop so embarrassed. After all, such a big man was directly pressed out in the air, and ordinary people's faces would not hang up.

But after Diop got up, he was not angry to settle accounts with Chen Feng. He just rubbed his shoulder. When he looked at Chen Feng, the expression on his face was not natural.

As for the perpetrator, after shouting at Nowitzki, he has patted his buttocks and flashed. What reaction does the other party have? That's not something Chen Feng needs to consider at all.

He has always been this way of dealing with things. He provokes the other party first, and then turns around and flashes. If the other party can't suppress his anger, then let's fight face to face.

Anyway, Chen Feng will not give the other party a chance to talk back. Anyway, he wants to provoke the other party's anger. He doesn't mind being more straightforward.

This is Boston. Even if Nowitzki has the hot temper of Artest, he has to consider whether he can retreat safely from here.

However, Chen Feng's flirting did not make Nowitzki raise his blonde hair. The German didn't seem to hear Chen Feng's provocation, and he still lowered his head and ran to the half.

"I'll go! Can you stand it? Is that the ninja turtle?" Chen Feng was a little helpless in the face of such a silent opponent. The other party did not respond at all, and he really had no choice.

But Nowitzki is not that kind of soft persimmon. Anyone can pinch it. Chen Feng made up the basket just now, which narrowed the difference between the two teams to one point. The Germans didn't want to just forget it.

But when Nowitzki received the pass outside the three-point line, the opponent standing in front of him was no longer the bald boy, but directly replaced by Jefferson.

This is Rivers' tactical arrangement after the suspension. Since Chen Feng dares not say that he can definitely keep an eye on Nowitzki, it's better to completely liberate the boy, swim on the inside line, and make up for it at any time.

And with Chen Feng's personal ability alone, whether Johnson replaces Danpeel or Diop, the basket will definitely not take any advantage of Chen Feng.

Although Jefferson pulled out and played a little loss against Nowitzki, Rivers's abacus is very fine. After all, there are still two or three big men on the Celtics.

Jefferson is tired or has too many fouls, as well as Perkins and Scala Bryan, and Latlief can be on the top at any time.

But on the Mavericks side, except Nowitzki, Dampeel and Diop, no one can stand under the basket to form an effective defense.

Although this kind of shameless confrontation tactic looks a little rogue, Rivers has no intention to worry about his face in the opponent who is stronger than him.

Anyway, it's awkward to drag your opponent and play with yourself on the court. Why not? At least Rivers is not going to let the Mavericks take the victory from the North Shore Garden Arena so easily.

Jefferson met Nowitzki, and the two of them were deadlocked near the three-point line. The solid Jefferson stared at his opponent attentively and did not dare to be distracted for a moment.

Nowitzki met such a solid guy, which was also a little calculating, but after a little hesitation, the Germans were still determined to eat Jefferson's defense directly.

A fake action shaking his shoulders, Nowitzki's action is definitely not as elegant as those defenders.

But among the big men, the Germans are quite agile. Jefferson obviously slowed down in response to Nowitzki.

Open the gap and take a step. Such a space is enough for Nowitzki to comfortably throw an accurate mid-range jump shot.

And he did the same. He held the basketball with a soft big hand, and the whole movement was smooth. Naturally, this kind of shooting action that has been practiced tens of thousands of times has become a memory in Nowitzki's mind.

No one can easily erase it. When he dodged the gap and took action directly, it was estimated that only God could stop the German.

God won't have time to come down for a walk, but there is an animal that often wanders in front of others, and every time he wanders, there is absolutely nothing good.

Nowitzki's shooting has been completed, the basketball was pushed away by his fingertips, and the Germans are now waiting to see a beautiful parabola drawn in the air, and then the score gap is widened again.

But Nowitzki's eyes did not wait for the beautiful parabola. He only saw a big palm cut across. Although the big hand could not directly slap the basketball this time, the touch of his fingertips could completely change the flight trajectory of the basketball. What's more, the owner of the big slap touched the basketball. After that, he did not stop here, but turned around and ran all the way under the basket.

A gentle touch changed the direction of Nowitzki's shot, which directly hit the back edge of the basket and bounced up. Both Diop and Starkhouse were the first to start.

The two guys jumped for the basketball almost at the same time. It was as if they were going to make a double dunk, but Jefferson was dragged out, and only Pierce grabbed the position under the basket.

The battle of 1V2 is not so easy to win, but everyone ignores one thing. How can the little madman who has just fanned the basketball easily let the basketball fall into the hands of others?

As soon as Stackhouse grasped the basketball, he stretched out a hand and poked it up hard. As soon as he grasped the basketball, it was directly stabbed away and rose into the air again.

"My!" Diop was really a little fierce at this time. His expression and roar sounded almost at the same time. It seemed that anyone who stopped him would have to pay a little price.

"It's your uncle!" However, not long after Diopu's voice was shouted out, he saw a pair of big hands firmly grasping the basketball before him, abruptly cut it!

"Is it yours? Do you dare to stretch out your hand? Next time you stretch out those claws randomly, I'll stamp them for you!"

Before Diop turned around, he had heard a scream behind him. Don't think about it, Diop has understood who stole his rebound.

But at this moment, Diop did not intend to fight with the other party. Chen Feng's fierce style had left a deep impression on him in the make-up basket just now.

Are you still entangled with this madman? At least now Diop doesn't have the intention to risk his life to go crazy with the other party. He hasn't lived enough.

This is not the end. This is just the beginning of Chen Feng's rampage. In the last four and a half minutes of the second quarter, Johnson witnessed the wildest performance of the fierce bald boy on the sidelines.

It's endless. It's really endless. That little madman can't wait to shoot down every object that passes in front of him!

All the Mavericks players and coaching staff watched the scene in horror at the sidelines...

(The third update, er, let me see if I can code another chapter before the start of the UEFA Champions League. Try your best. If not, update the code tomorrow morning.)