Chapter 180 Who stopped? Who died!

I guess no one likes to be thrown out in such a simple and rough way, but it doesn't matter whether Carter is willing or not, because the bald boy will never humbly ask for the victim's opinion.

Anyway, it was shot out. Chen Feng's heavy hand was indeed very dark, not a foul, but Carter fell lightly, and when Chen Feng rushed up, he accidentally hit Collins.

As for Chen Feng's muscle mass, it's terrible enough to fight against anyone. What's more, this boy rushed up. Anyone who is a normal person will not compete with a heavy tank in the charge.

However, Collins is really a little mute. He doesn't want to meet such an arrogant guy face to face, but that boy doesn't give him a chance to avoid at all! The ghost didn't know how he rushed over!

No matter how unhappy Frank is, it has come to this point. Less than ten seconds after the opening, his most heavy offensive sharp knife was slapped away, and the defensive gate was hit and grinned.

I guess anyone will protest, even if it's on the road. However, before Frank's protest could take effect, it had been drowned out by a tsunami-like cheer.

I can't help it. Boston fans have fallen in love with the bald boy who always brings them a wild feeling! Now many loyal supporters are coming for that boy. They need this tough guy.

There is absolutely no home field fan who will be happy to see the opponent's players have a wonderful performance, no matter whether the guy has a dunk that jumps from the free throw line or plays a breakthrough.

Is it wonderful? Maybe it's wonderful, but is this the place for the visiting team to perform, and those home fans will not applaud and shout for their wonderful performance.

No matter how beautiful it is, it's also someone else's! My own team is being **. As long as those fans don't hate it, who will cheer for the opponent who is looking for trouble?

This has nothing to do with quality, it's just local protectionism. Don't talk about it. Generally, home fans don't have that kind of noble sentiment to shout for others.

But the other way around is different. These loyal guys like to see their team die ** others, just like the boy just did, fan them away! Don't show mercy!

Of course, Chen Feng will never save face for anyone. He also doesn't need others to save face for himself. According to this boy's words, "Face is earned by his real ability, and others can't give it to you."

So when the boy did it, he was very cruel, as the outside media said, "A madman who dares to drag the little emperor from the air to the floor with fierce movements, what else is there that he dares?"

Indeed, there is nothing that Chen Feng dares not do, so this guy does it so simply, and now he is not the kind of fool who has nothing to do with fouling himself.

There is such a cunning guy found by Auerbach as a guide, coupled with Weber pointing out his problems from time to time, and Takanien's special training as an assistant.

Even Thibdou once said in private, "Chen Feng is very slippery now. He is not only ruthless, but also accurate. Ordinary people really can't escape his big slap."

Anyway, no matter how Frank complained over there, the referee here did not whistle and only gave the Nets a bottom line to serve, but the referees also reminded Chen Feng to pay attention to his movements.

Originally, this sentence could not be said, but looking at the grinning appearance of Carter and Collins, the referee was also a little flirting. Several people may be thinking at the same time that this boy is too dark.

With a slap, it was just blocking the opponent's first attack. Kidd, who served on the bottom line, accurately found Richard Jefferson, who had already taken the ball, who received the ball and scored on the board.

Pierce, who made up for the defense, stretched out his hand to block it, but it still slowed down. The Nets finally won the first attack, but as soon as their retreat was in place, the Celtics' counterattack arrived.

Absolutely chasing fast attack. Rivers also made a tactical arrangement before playing. What he wants is that these guys can play harder. He needs to play an attitude towards the strongest opponent in the same division.

Let go. This is Rivers's requirement for these small animals. No matter how the opponent fights, we complete the game in our own way!

Rivers didn't emphasize who was the main attacker, but with Rondo, such a rhythm control guy on the court, don't think that the Celtics will play very chaotically, even if Kidd is staring at him.

With the experience of the first confrontation, although Rondo has a big gap with Kidd in terms of experience and ability, if this boy calms down to fight now, he may not be restrained and unable to move.

What's more, Rondo is not the kind of player who plays for his life with the ball, and then breaks through endlessly. This guy knows that it is difficult to single-handed Kidd, so he is single-minded, that is, passing the ball.

You can cut off my dribbling, but you can't prevent me from passing. What's more, Rongdo chose the safest way to pass the ball, so he didn't intend to let Kidd catch his mistake and fight back.

The Celtics' attack pushed forward very fast. Pierce controlled the ball through the half-court without stopping. He threw it directly to Rdo, and then took Richard Jefferson to the bottom line.

Jefferson didn't dare to let Pierce run around anyway, so he could only follow. Kidd guarded Ron to the inside line.

But Kidd can prevent the breakthrough, but he can't pass the ball in this kind of quick defense. Rdo caught this time difference. He smashed the ball on the floor with strength, and the ball was sent to the paint area.

Kidd didn't prevent Rondo from passing like this at all, and the speed was so fast that he wanted to break it and couldn't stop it at all. He could only hope that Collins behind him would get stuck smoothly.

Collins, who is more than two meters and ten meters tall, is not bad in his on-the-spot experience. When he returned to the defense, he had already paid attention to the card position. As soon as Rondo passed, he pushed it up.

This pass, one defense, seems to be no worse, but Collins forgets one thing. Sometimes, some defenses, if you are not stuck under the basket, everything will be fine.

Because there is a kind of animal that makes you stuck, he also has a way to knock you away. Unfortunately, the one in front of Collins is the kind of arrogant animal.

Hear! Collins was full of strength to hold the opponent with his arm, but he only pushed for more than a second, and a brute force completely overwhelmed his resistance.

There is no fake action, no shaking, it is completely backward force after receiving the ball. With such a simple push back, the tough back muscles have made Collins' defense collapse.

I really can't stand it! Collins really wanted to yell at everyone at that time. He had tried his best, really, but the one in front of him did not mean that you could stop it if you tried your best.

At this moment, Collins really wanted to drag Kerstage, who is not far from him, over and let the guy with a tonnage about the same tonnage as him come to help.

However, Kerstich's side is also overwhelmed. Jefferson's strong meat pier is so arched to the inside line, and ordinary people really can't stand it.

Although the Celtics have no advantage in their inner height, in terms of this man's kung fu, ordinary people really can't stand it. He doesn't have time to help Collins.

Even if he wants to help now, it's too late! The bald-headed wild boy forced a half-turn and arched Collins so that he couldn't even find the north.

If Barkley was sitting on the court at this time, he would definitely jump up and say, "I'll go!" I'm asking you to arch your ass! Damn it, who let you use your back! Do you bully people like this!"

By the way, Chen Feng's tough muscles, just his back strength, is enough for Collins to stand.

With such a rapid and rapid half-turn, Collins was unable to resist. He stretched out his hands and couldn't even make a foul. He looked at Chen Feng in front of him, jumping, split with one hand, and pulled the basket!

Kidd's return bag over there is enough speed, but compared with Chen Feng's rapid opening of Collins, it is still a little slower. He, the leader of the Nets, appreciated a one-handed slam dunk so close!

"Wo!" When Kidd looked at the boy in front of him to finish the slam dunk, he heard a howl like a beast. That kind of feeling made people shudder.

And the most horrible thing is definitely not this voice, but the response from the whole North Shore Garden Arena. At this moment, the stadium is definitely not like a building in a metropolis, but more like a wild jungle.

And Chen Feng is a real beast. More than 10,000 people in the whole stadium are listening to his call and starting to roar!

This kind of sound wave pressed together in all directions is like a threat that destroys people's minds. The feeling of wildness makes Frank feel uneasy on the sidelines.

This is not what Chen Feng discussed with the fans in advance, but his roar set off the fierceness in the bones of Boston fans. These guys, who are often said to be addicted to the past, can finally roar!

"The boss of the Atlantic Division!? What the hell do you want to see! Only Boston is qualified to be the boss here! You guys from New Jersey, remember! Boston! It's the king of the Atlantic Division!"

This roar is not only in response to Chen Feng, but also a group of Boston fans roaring at Frank and those who question them!

"You, our Boston glory should come back! See it! This is our answer!"

Rivers was silent on the sidelines, but he really wanted to roar, "Do you want to block our pace in Boston? Who stopped it? Damn it! Whoever stops, who is fucking looking for death!"

The fierceness unique to Bostonians burst out vividly at this moment. What Frank felt on the sidelines was an invisible pressure.

That kind of pressure comes from the opponent, but also from the sixteen champion flags floating on his head.

Boss? Don't forget, the most awesome boss in the Atlantic Division is here!