Chapter 135 The Emperor's Wrath!

25:10, this is the first quarter of the score given to the Cavaliers by the Celtics. It may not be surprising in terms of overall offensive efficiency, but this fierce momentum really makes people tremble.

Regardless of whether the attack is successful or not, the bandits in green uniforms are just rushing and fighting without any scruples. As long as they have the ball in their hands, the guys dare to start attacking in various ways.

Even Perkins played against Irguskas once after Jefferson came on as a substitute.

That's really a simple and direct hit. Ilgoskas is two or twenty meters. Although his weight is not so exaggerated, he is obviously much taller than Perkins.

But there is such a gap that it still doesn't stop Perkins' charge at a low level. Usually, he has always been thick-minded, and he is sullen, just carrying Irgoskas hard.

Although the ball did not score, Irgeskas was hit head-on by such a short fat man. The impact also made him take several steps back. The Lithuanian center has never encountered such a play.

Not only has Ilgascus not encountered such an impact, but also Snow and Hughes have never met such a fierce opponent. Rdo is really entangled with Snow, who has always been steady.

As long as Old Snow is not focused for a moment, Rondo's restless hands will unconsciously touch the basketball, and may steal one at any time.

Such a ghostly guy wanders back and forth around him. I don't think anyone will feel good. What's more, Old Snow has long had the momentum of young people.

In order not to be cut off by the opponent, Snow's passing speed has been significantly accelerated, and the ball control time has also been forced to be shortened, which invisibly weakens the Cavaliers' penetration ability.

Without Snow's regulation on the periphery, the whole rhythm is very chaotic, even fighting separately.

Rondo is not inferior to such an experienced veteran who has experienced the finals.

Even Sibodu had to sigh at the sidelines, "Londo is so stable that he is even better than the old hot Snow. That guy really doesn't look like a novice."

Not to mention Hughes. When he met such a weak defensive guy as Szebiak, he had a lot of opportunities to complete the cut or open fire on the periphery.

When the Cavaliers signed him, they also offered him as the team leader. Unfortunately, Hughes is never the kind of role that can carry the team forward.

At the peak, it's good to get this guy to get points or something. As for being a leader, forget it. Even he doesn't have this idea.

It's just that when the little emperor came to the team, Hughes has completely become a supporting role and has no competitiveness. Now this guy's biggest luxury is to get a salary.

Maybe one day the Gilbert Brothers or the management of the Cavaliers figure it out, and they should kick this fooling guy away.

Without a goal, there is no motivation. Just like now, he was expected to tear a big enough gap in Szebiak, at least Mike Brown thought so.

What about the result? In addition to contributing those two points, Hughes completed four shot outside the three-point line, but today this guy definitely forgot to bring the scope.

Four times to hit the iron, the sound of smashing the basket made Mike Brown quite helpless.

There was no breakthrough in the face of Szebiak, and there was only shooting left, which made Szebiak Coke, which could have become a loophole, broken. At least he still has some experience in interfering with shooting.

As a result, two guys who could only shoot began to compete near the three-point line. Hughes got one of five shots. Szebiak only shot twice, but hit a three-pointer.

Scars vs. Scars, these two brothers don't say anyone. They are really speechless.

Of course, the most unlucky one can only be Guden. This sad guy looks helpless and depressed.

In the first quarter, this guy not only didn't get a single point, but also suffered a total of two fouls, and he reached out and pulled Chen Feng helplessly when he had lost his center of gravity.

Guden really wanted to hold the thighs of several referees and cry once. He really didn't go for a foul at that time! It was completely because he was squeezed by Chen Feng that he couldn't even stand under the basket!

If you don't drag that guy, he may fall directly into the pile of reporters. Don't forget, this is Boston. Most of those photojournalists are locals.

Originally, journalists are very amiable. Er, tabloid reporters are not in the category of human beings.

Generally, if a player falls over, the reporters will move the camera away and then hold it. The worst ones will also take the initiative to pull their feet back, so as not to hurt the players.

Like the reporter who Rodman kicked at the beginning, he was completely shot while lying down and caught up with the bad temper of the flower worm. You really can't do anything about it.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's usual. The ** ignited by the green-shirted bandits makes those Boston reporters also find the kind of thought of the past.

Whenever and wherever you are, you have to think about how to take care of others. Of course, they will not step on hundreds of millions of feet when the other party falls.

If they do that, they will break their own way of life, and their professional ethics does not allow them to be so black. After all, it is a very immoral thing to do so.

The media people in Boston are still very disciplined, especially those journalists who usually like to find trouble when they have nothing to do. They won't plot against anyone so insidiously. Er, accidents don't count, right?

These guys did not stretch out their black feet, but they would just throw the knights into the space of the crowd at a very timely time, and then..., looking at the other party lying on the floor in confusion.

Have you ever seen an inhumane onlooker? These animal-like reporters are doing this.

This is really quite unkind, but Boston has always had this tradition. In the era of Auerbach's rule, the old guy was said to have turned off the hot water pipe for the visiting team's shower.

Er, I heard that there are also reptiles such as lizards, and it seems that they have also moved their hands and feet on the floor of the game, causing the opponent to make a small mistake when dribble.

Anyway, this kind of trick has long been in the bones of Bostonians, and Auerbach just played them to an extreme.

Now those journalists are just copying the evils created by the cardinals at the beginning. The good tradition must be carried forward.

I just don't know what kind of expression Auerbach, who is watching the game in his living room, will be when he sees such a scene.

I guess the cunning old man will definitely care about his cough and declare, "Those are all legends and slanders. They are the reasons that those guys found after losing. I have never done this!"

Of course, you must not hear the old man's last whispering words, "At least I haven't thrown any crawlers into their locker room. The main reason is that those guys are not afraid!" I can't really throw in two South American vipers with poisonous teeth. It's not intimidation, but murder.

Therefore, those so-called legends, the part about Auerbach, still have a certain credibility.

At least the old man taught the city what it means to treat the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Those teams that come to trouble are the enemy, so you're welcome.

Gre to those guys as much as you want. You must do everything within the scope of the rules!

Although these reporters may not have experienced that era, Bostonians have never paid attention to hospitality to those teams that are looking for trouble.

hospitality? Sorry, are you guests? Is it a guest who wants to take away victory from here?

It's polite to meet these guys. Of course, they are all soldiers. From the beginning of the fans, as long as they are from Boston, they will treat those opponents who want to take away the victory in the same way.

Guden suffered such treatment when he was squeezed by Chen Feng for the first time. This guy was already staggering. As a result, the reporters quickly dodged and left him a smooth floor.

That's really a solid Pingshaluoyan style. If you play basketball on the street, it is estimated that half of Guden's skin can go directly for skin grafting.

It's not terrible to fall directly. At most, the bones hurt a little, but if you rub your face on the floor, hiss, in fact, it's killing me just thinking about it.

And Gooden's face rubbed at least half a meter away from the floor, which is also thanks to the better quality of the floor. In case there is an edges and corners or something, it is estimated that Comrade Gooden will hang up.

But such a friction is enough to make Guden's memory deeply. At that moment, he really watched a group of reporters quickly dodge, and then rubbed his face.

This sad guy, the skin on half of his face is red, and there are still a few faint scratches. That shape is really pitiful to me. Unfortunately, the appearance of this guy really makes people have no desire to protect.

With such a lesson, Guden is lingering. This time he is lucky. What about next time?

Known't you know if those reporters will put a camera on the floor by chance the next time they fall down, and then...

It was also because of this that the sad Guden subconsciously pulled Chen Feng two times in a row before falling, but his pull failed to stop Chen Feng's attack, and also let the other party 2+1 twice.

That drag is really too obvious. Although the referee can see that this guy is not stopping the opponent's attack, but just self-serving, a foul is a foul, which is not negotiable.

Although Guden's sad little eyes made their consciences suffer from condemnation, these guys still boasted without hesitation, and also expressed their sympathy with their eyes.

However, Mike Brown almost threw the tactical board out and slapped Gooden in the face on the sidelines. He could have been able to support the blue-collar inside line for the Cavaliers under the basket. What happened this time?

Are you cowardly when you meet such a little boy? Mike Brown really wanted to ask Guden this, but his assistant coach wanted to tell his coach that the boy was really tough.

What a boy? Er, that's the boy. In the 25 points won by the Celtics, he scored 10 points and 5 rebounds, plus Guden's two strong big hats.

Another time was when he almost slapped Hughes's backhand basket. If he also won that time, almost one-third of the Cavaliers' attack was folded in this guy's hand.

Blocking is just part of the trouble he caused. This guy's blocking people in a high position simply makes Gooden in pain. The problem is that he really can't hit the boy.

Originally, the height of the two people is about the same, and Guden may have a slight advantage of one or two centimeters. Although that is negligible, in terms of weight, Gudeng is also heavier than Chen Feng.

If this is the case, one-on-single defense and offense, Gooden has a reason to eat Chen Feng as a novice, Mike Brown and his coaching team must think so.

At least before the start of the game, Mike Brown never considered the possibility of Gooden being blown up. Even if they were expected to meet Jefferson, they thought Gooden could withstand it.

At the beginning of the game, I saw that Rivers did not send big inside people like Ogwokandi and Ratliff, but directly used Jefferson to carry Ilgoskas.

At the same time, he also asked a rookie to go against Gudeng. Seeing such a scene, the Cavaliers were ready to find an offensive gap from the boy, but the reality was so cruel.

The opening two air strikes had already stunned the Cavaliers, and then Gooden met the novice face to face, and was continuously impacted, which made him in a hurry and unable to fight at all.

Originally, Mike Brown thought that Jefferson, who would definitely become the main inside attack, only scored 4 points. The whole Celtics' inside offensive was completely dominated by the wild boy.

No one expected such a result. Even if Mike Brown realized that the other side might attack inside, he couldn't calculate it. Rivers would bet on a novice!

This is Rivers' decision, and Jefferson is completely obedient. Although he also has the ability to complete the score on the inside line, it is really smooth to see Chen Feng's wild charge.

Especially the two after the opening, and the subsequent attack of Guden alone, Jefferson thought that he could not be so beautiful, at least he would not suppress his opponent so quickly.

Maybe he should be more proficient in the offensive action under the basket, and his back singles skills are also richer. However, in terms of impact, Jefferson also thinks that Chen Feng is the best choice.

In fact, at the beginning, Rivers just wanted to rely on Chen Feng's impact to suppress his opponent, but even he didn't expect that Chen Feng was the master who could shine with a little sunshine.

Give him a chance, and the boy will create a miracle for you. He will win five attacks and four times, and also let Guden cowardly give him two free throws.

This is no longer a suppression. It is completely crushing the opponent's defense. Guden, who thought he was going to kill Jefferson, was kicked into a scum before Jefferson's back singles.

Guden really wants to roar. It's not that I can't resist. I really can't bear that animal! How can you play like this? Damn it, it's completely to catch the ball and turn around and fly away!

Is there such a thing! Isn't this obvious bullying? Someone is in charge! Is there any reason?

It is estimated that Mike Brown will definitely not hear Guden's inner roar, so at the end of the first quarter, the first substitution adjustment he made was to let Valejo replace the already stunned Guden.

"You go up and stare at that boy. I don't care what method you use. Anyway, you must pester him. You can't let him continue to score inside, at least don't let him play so easily."

Mike Brown was not in the mood to worry about Gooden's fragile little heart at this time. He just thought about how to curb the madman in the No. 99 uniform with a bare head.

Er, madman, not only is that boy crazy, but the whole Celtics are fucking psycho!

I guess it's not just Mike Brown who wants to roar like this. The unlucky teams that fell in Boston before want to roar like this. Since Rivers, they are crazy now!

The whole Cavaliers feel very angry. This fucking first quarter is also too weird. The Celtics are staring at the inside.

Even Pierce's core boss floated on the periphery and did not occupy any unlimited right to fire. The energy was completely ready to kill the Cavaliers with a stick inside.

Where is such a team? If you don't play the ability of the core players, let a novice fight fiercely on the inside line. You can really risk it!

Of course, Rivers risked it. After the two attacks at the beginning, he waved his hand on the sidelines and rushed! Let that boy give me a happy rush! Break down those Clevelanders!

With such an order, those guys, including Pierce, are not happy to do this. Look at the big inside man of the boy, which is definitely one of their current bad tastes.

The Celtics are happy, and the Cavaliers are still depressed. In addition to Gooden and Hughes, there is a person who always frowns during the first quarter.

Mike Brown didn't notice this detail, because that guy was the most normal one for the Cavaliers in the first half, and his usual teaching was just to stabilize the opponent's mood.

The Cavaliers only got 10 points in the first quarter. Except for Hughes's counter-hand basket, which dodged Chen Feng's blocked, the remaining 8 points were carried by the little emperor himself.

4 out of 7 shots, which is not a bad result. If you count 3 rebounds, it will be considered qualified no matter how you look at it, at least at a normal level.

But for a person who aimed at the championship and worked hard for himself, the team could only win 10 by the opponent, leaving them 15 points ahead to end the first quarter.

This is a huge irony on yourself, the second in the East? Looking at the bad expression in the first quarter, how does it look like the second performance in the East?

Do you still want to win the championship in such a state? Do you still want to win the first place in the East? Dream about it!

Mike Brown's tactical arrangement of the rushmen over there continued, but he and no one noticed that the little emperor sitting next to him without saying a word had clenched his fists.

"No one can beat me like this! No one!" No one can hear this inner roar, but the roaring guy has decided to do something in the second quarter.

Your Majesty, even a little emperor, will always have his own temper. When he decides to run away, it is still quite horrible.

(I'll go, thrilling, I didn't call until 11:30 p.m. It's not a lot of update these days. It's really too much livestock in the unit. From the 1st to the 4th, there are two night shifts and one day shifts. I'm basically in a semi- sleepwalking state. It's not easy to stick to the code. Don't be demanding. In addition, I have to inform you that the comrades who won the prize dare to see the list by themselves? It's not like I didn't send it! It's been a few days, and a total of six people have contacted me! It's not easy for me to decide to bleed. Do you ignore my existence like this? Although the prize is only a 10 yuan card, at least it's my wish. Do you dare to contact me about the other 12 comrades? Q or short, it's okay!)