Chapter 125 An inch of soil is not allowed

In a single quarter, oh, no, it's less than five minutes. Chen Feng has taken 13 points and 6 rebounds from the Mavericks, plus a block to Diop, which also interfered with Terry's bottom line basket.

If the referee's blow is not a little tight, it is estimated that Terry is also a blocked life. The deterrent of the big slap makes Terry, who has always been unstingy, feel scared.

That really couldn't fan the ball, and it also scratched your scalp. When Terry went up the basket, he was almost slapped on the floor by the slap under his head, thanks to his fast dodging.

Just because of a blown interference ball, Chen Feng's eyes were so staring that he almost put his face in front of the referee. If it hadn't been for Rondo pulled him, this guy would have been able to roar at the referee.

At that time, the referee was also confused by such a stunned guy, otherwise he could not escape a technical foul. As a result, Rondo was confused.

But those referees have seen Chen Feng's fierce character. No wonder some peers told them before the game that the Boston game is not easy to blow.

The tough style of home fans is one reason. The most important thing is the Celtics themselves. Those guys now seem to be a bit like bandits, and they are all murderous.

Even a steady guy like Pierce has often played unusually tough moves in recent games, and a bandit spirit is spreading wantonly in Boston.

If you provoke those guys, you have to worry about their counterattack. Boston's home court is gradually returning to the horrible atmosphere of the past, from players to fans.

However, the most terrible estimate is the street atmosphere permeated by Chen Feng. Although this boy is already in the NBA, he is also training and running in according to the rules here.

But that kind of cold and careless personality can always make people's hearts tremble, because you really don't know that this boy will do something earth-shaking in the next second.

It's not just playing wildly. Chen Feng's tough character completely broke out fiercely in this confrontation.

Roaring, pounding the chest, that roar made the atmosphere on the Mavericks a little depressing.

Once Johnson even wanted to shout at the sidelines, but he was directly pressed back by Chen Feng's roar. It was really simple.

The "Little General" almost lost his breath at that time. It was really blushing and his neck. The most important thing was embarrassment. He had never seen such a fierce animal.

It's completely unreasonable. It's enough to play ball unreasonably. Even on the court, this boy looks like he is not afraid of heaven and earth, just stalks his neck and fights with you.

And Rivers really gave Chen Feng enough offensive permission. Everyone took the initiative to throw the ball to this guy who took root under the basket, and let him rush under the basket.

Even Pierce sent two assists to Chen Feng before the next break. The team boss did this. What else can the rest of the people do?

Of course, Rondo is needless to say. Of the six assists he swiped in a single quarter, three of which were directly given to Chen Feng, and two of them were directly hit by empty cooperation.

There are six out of seven shots, and the free throw is two free throws and one hit. This is Chen Feng's offensive efficiency. It is estimated that ordinary people will feel a headache when they see such a beast raging under the basket.

That's completely pressing the other party's inside line in **. Even if the other party has pretended to be a coward, this guy still kills the basket again and again, and then bursts up and pulls the basket.

The closer you are to the basket, the more sure you are to score. This is a famous saying on the basketball court, and Chen Feng is following this truth, holding the ball under the basket again and again.

There are not too many fancy movements, that is, simple power and bouncing suppression. Anyway, it is either to squeeze the opponent away and dunk directly, or rely on your own bouncing power to play aerial work near the basket.

As long as the attack method that can make the other party speechless, the boy will repeat it over and over again, regardless of the sad little eyes of Diop and Dampir.

He caught rebounds alone in a single quarter, and even caught up with the Mavericks' whole quarter, thanks to Nowitzki grabbing two consecutive defensive rebounds in the last minute.

"I can't hold it anymore." When Rivers saw this scene, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he had been waiting for a long time, waiting for the Germans to take the initiative to stick it.

Indeed, Nowitzki was really a little unbearable at the end of the second quarter, although his score has always been able to maintain the Mavericks' weak lead.

But there is such a madman who takes root in his paint area. No one can stand it!

And Nowitzki, as an inside high point, if Diop and others had always solved the problem by themselves, it is estimated that the Mavericks' internal defense would have collapsed long ago.

After a fire for a long time, Nowitzki finally took the initiative to retreat at the last minute. When Chen Feng ravaged the basket, he also began to take the initiative to defend.

Although he failed to fan Chen Feng's attack, which boosted the slightly sluggish morale, with such a big guy to help under the basket, Chen Feng could not continue to refresh his rebounds.

One carry, one grab, Nowitzki's cooperation with Diop on the defensive end finally did not let Chen Feng continue to write his single quarter crazy.

But even so, the little madman still gave a statistic that gave Johnson a headache.

For more than four minutes, such a series of obviously murderous data have been played. At this moment, no matter who looks at Chen Feng, the Mavericks can feel the chill behind his neck.

It's really a sense of oppression, strong, fierce, and can make people feel suffocated, especially the two big men on the inside line. After returning to the rest area, they are all muffled.

Diop's depressed mood has never dissipated, and Dampeer's state is not much better.

Although he was not killed by his opponent**, whether it was offensive or defensive, he was killed by Chen Feng, and there was no room to move at all.

A little madman's power paralyzed the two centers of the Mavericks, and now Johnson realizes how destructive the novice can bring.

It was not a surprise to kill the Suns' duel. It was a real victory without any fancy place, although I didn't pay attention to the process of the confrontation.

But Johnson can now imagine what a sparking scene it was when Stadmeier met the Asian boy face to face.

The short break in the midfield was originally left for the players to adjust their mood or feel, and also let the head coach instill his tactical ideas.

However, the Mavericks returned to the locker room this time, but seriously made the air a little frozen.

"Rebound, we are ten less than the other team. Now, we are only one point ahead, but there are still two quarters left in the game. I don't know if the rebound gap will further increase after the game. Will our inside line be played like a sieve by the other side?"

Johnson's words, like a knife, went directly into the heart of Diop and Dampeer. Although they were not named, such words were heavy enough.

"I'm not saying that someone's performance is very poor, but our overall performance is very poor. A few months ago, we were able to lead the other side 2:0 in Miami. Although we lost in the end, at least that performance is enough to prove that we are qualified to enter the finals, but tonight, you are not qualified for that!"

Although the previous sentence may make Diop's mood more depressed, Johnson can't take care of so much. Compared with him, the performance of the Mavericks now makes him more angry.

The inside line is weak for a day or two, but the Mavericks can still survive. What's the reason?

Because other people's offensive firepower is enough to make up for the weakness of the inside line, but today, here in Boston, whether it is Terry or Howard, or even the aggressive Starkhouse is wither.

Especially in less than five minutes just now, everyone seemed to be shocked by the wild boy's attack. The feel and fighting spirit are like a mass of sand, just watching the other party's performance stupidly over there.

Johnson hasn't roared on the sidelines, but that kind of roar can't wake up the team's courage to fight back. He can only watch the other side get close to the score, and then start to punch himself.

That feeling is terrible. At least in Johnson's opinion, every attack of Chen Feng is like pumping the Mavericks' big mouth, ruthless and extremely fierce.

Only Nowitzki is still playing normally. If it weren't for the toughness of the Germans, it is estimated that the score would have been so far away from the opponent.

"The first in the West, that's just a temporary illusion. If you continue to perform so sluggishly, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, you will fall from that position to the floor!"

"The basketball court is not a place for children's play! It's not a place you can conquer by talent! This is the NBA, this is Boston! If you continue to fight like this, the only thing waiting for you is failure!"

Johnson's hoarse voice echoed throughout the locker room. It was rare to see this guy so angry, but at this moment, the anger of the "little general" completely broke out.

He also wants to prove that he is not a villain who is plotting to usurp the throne. He has the ability to lead the team to a higher level, but if the game is played like this, the Mavericks can't even catch up with last year's results.

So Johnson was so angry that the little black man was so violent that he almost pointed directly at the noses of his team members and scolded the street.

"If you want to win, cheer up. When you step on the court again, tell the Bostonians with action! You are the boss of the West! Our bull's head can overturn all obstacles!"

"This is Boston, but please remember that our goal is the championship! No one, no team, can stop us from achieving this goal! Including this damn place!"

"You should let people know! Any team that wrestles with the Mavericks! It will be trampled over by you!"

There is such a head coach who keeps roaring, roaring and stirring up trouble in front of the players. Do you still expect those big men not to be excited?

All the people on the Mavericks' side are now in a state of intransigence.

Yes, this is your home court, but the winner is not necessarily you!

Waiting for the Celtics, it will be the sharpest counterattack...

(Well, it took six minutes to send... Well, the rest will be done in one breath tomorrow, probably... Well, there are quite a lot anyway. Take your time.)