In a single quarter, oh, no, in less than five minutes, Chen Feng had already taken away 13 points and 6 rebounds from the Mavericks, plus a block for Diop, and also interfered with Terry's baseline layup.

If the referee's verdict was not a bit tight, Terry would probably be a life blocked. The deterrent power of that big slap made Terry, who had always been generous in character, feel frightened.

It was really impossible to slap the ball, and it made your scalp hurt. When Terry made a layup, he was almost slapped on the floor by the slap under his head, thanks to him hiding quickly.

Just because of a blown disturbance ball, Chen Feng's eyes were almost pressed against the referee. If Rondo hadn't pulled him, this guy would have yelled at the referee.

The referee was also stunned by such a naughty guy at that time, otherwise he would not have been able to escape a technical foul. As a result, after Rondo interrupted, he was fooled.

But those referees had seen Chen Feng's fierce character. No wonder some colleagues told them before the game that Boston's game was not easy to brag.

The strong style of home fans is one reason, the most important thing is the Celtics itself. Those guys seem to be a bit bandit-like now, and they all show murderous aura.

Even Pierce, a steady guy, has often played extremely tough moves in recent games, and a banditry is spreading wildly in Boston.

If you provoke those guys, you have to worry about their counterattack. Boston's home court is gradually returning to the horror atmosphere it used to be, from players to fans.

But the most deadly thing is probably the street aura that permeates Chen Feng. Although this kid is already in the NBA, he is training and running in accordance with the rules here.

But the kind of character that is not ignorant and disregards at all can always make people tremble because you really don’t know that this kid will do something earth-shaking in the next second.

Not only was the ball wild, Chen Feng's tough character broke out completely in this confrontation.

The roars, the chest beat, and the roars made the atmosphere on the Mavericks a little depressed.

One time, Johnson was about to shout on the sidelines, but was directly suppressed by Chen Feng's roar. It was so choked that it was so straightforward.

The "Little General" almost didn't feel angry at that time. He was so blushed that his face turned thick and his neck was thick. The most important thing was embarrassment. He had never seen such a fierce beast.

It's completely unreasonable. Just play unreasonable. Even when on the court, this kid looks fearless and just fucks you with his neck.

Rivers really let Chen Feng go with enough offensive authority. Everyone threw the ball to the guy who was rooted in the basket, and let him rush and squeeze hard into the basket.

Even Pierce gave Chen Feng two assists before the break. The boss of the team did this, what other reactions can the rest do?

It goes without saying that Rondo is the six assists he scored in a single quarter, three of which were directly given to Chen Feng, and two of which were directly played with the free-to-play cooperation.

Six shots are made in seven shots, and one free throw is made in two free throws. This is Chen Feng's offensive efficiency. I guess most people will feel a headache when they see such a beast raging at the basket.

It was completely trampling on the opponent's inside line. Even if the opponent was already pretending to be timid, this guy still rushed to the basket again and again, then suddenly rose up and pulled the basket.

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

There are not many fancy moves, just simple force and bounce suppression. Anyway, either squeeze out the opponent and get a slam dunk directly, or rely on your own bounce power to play air operations near the basket.

As long as the attack method that could make the opponent speechless, the kid would repeat it over and over again, regardless of Diop and Dampier's sad little eyes.

The rebounds he caught alone in a single quarter were even as good as the Mavericks' gains throughout the quarter, thanks to Nowitzki snatching two defensive rebounds in the last minute.

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

Indeed, Nowitzki was really a little overwhelmed by the end of the second quarter, although his scores have always maintained the Mavericks' slight lead.

But there is a lunatic who has taken root in his own paint area, and no one can stand it if it changes!

Moreover, as a high point in the inside, if Diop and the others were always asking the Mavericks to solve the problem by themselves, the inside defense of the Mavericks would have collapsed long ago.

After a long period of fire, Nowitzki finally took the initiative to retreat in the last minute. When Chen Feng was raging under the basket, he also began to take the initiative to assist in defense.

Although the failure to slap Chen Feng's offense made the morale a little sluggish, with such a big guy helping at the basket, Chen Feng was unable to continue to refresh his rebound count.

One carried and the other grabbed. Nowitzki's cooperation with Diop on the defensive end finally failed to let Chen Feng continue to write his own single quarter crazy.

But even so, the little lunatic still gave a data statistics that gave Johnson a headache.

After more than four minutes, such a series of obviously murderous data were played, at this moment, no matter who looked at Chen Feng, he could feel the cold air coming from the back of his neck.

It was really a sense of oppression, strong and fierce, and could make people feel suffocated, especially the two big men in the inside, who were silent after returning to the rest area.

Diop's frustration never dissipated, and Danpier was not in much better condition.

Although he was not ravaged by his opponent, Danpier was stuck tightly by Chen Feng in both offense and defense, and there was no room for movement.

A little madman showed his power, paralyzing both of the Mavericks' centers. Now Johnson realized how much destructive the novice could bring.

The duel to kill the Suns was not an accident, it was a real victory, there was no fancy place, although I had never paid attention to the process of that confrontation.

But Johnson could imagine now, but what a spark would be when Stoudemire met the Asian boy face to face.

The short rest of the midfield was originally reserved for the players to adjust their mood or feel, and also allowed the head coach to instill his own tactical ideas.

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

"We have ten fewer rebounds than the opponent. Now, we only lead by one point, but there are two quarters left in the game. I don't know if the gap in rebounds will be further expanded after the game, and whether our inside line will be beaten like a sieve by the opponent."

Johnson's words were like a knife, which directly cut into the hearts of the two guys Diop and Danpier. Although they did not name them, these words were already heavy enough.

"I'm not saying that someone's performance is very poor, but that we're all very poor overall. A few months ago we were able to lead the opponent 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 guys, don't have that qualification!"

Although the previous sentence may make Diop and his mood even more depressed, Johnson no longer cares about so much. Compared to individuals, the Mavericks' performance now makes him even more annoyed.

It's not been a day or two that the inside line has become weak, but the Mavericks can still survive. Why?

Because the offensive firepower of others is enough to make up for the weakness in the inside, but today, in Boston, both Terry and Howard, and even the vigorous Starkhouse are weak.

Especially in the less than five minutes just now, everyone seemed to be shocked by the wild boy's assault. The touch and fighting spirit were like a ball of loose sand, watching the other person performing stupidly.

Johnson hadn't roared on the sidelines, but that kind of roar could not awaken the team's courage to fight back. He could only watch the opponent approach the score little by little, and then start punching himself.

That feeling was terrible. At least in Johnson's opinion, Chen Feng's every attack was like slapping the Mavericks' big mouth, merciless and extremely cruel.

Only Nowitzki was performing normally. If it weren't for the Germans' toughness, the score would have been left so far by the opponent.

"The number one in the West is 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! It is not a place where you can conquer by talent! This is NBA, this is Boston! If you continue to fight like this, all you can wait for is failure!"

Johnson's low and mute voice echoed throughout the locker room. It was rare to see this guy so furious, but at this moment, the "Little General"'s anger broke out completely.

He also wanted to prove that he was not a villain who was planning to usurp the throne. He had the ability to lead the team to a higher level, but if the game was played like this, the Mavericks would not even be able to catch up with the results of last year.

So Johnson was furious. The little black man was furious and almost pointed at the noses of his team members and cursed.

"If you want to win, just cheer up. When you step on the court, tell those Bostonians with your actions! You are the bosses of the West! Our bullheads can overcome all obstacles!"

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

"You have to let people know! Any team that wrestles the Mavericks will be trampled by you!"

There is such a head coach who is like a chicken-blooded person who keeps roaring and roaring in front of the players. Do you still expect those big men to not be excited?

Everyone on the Mavericks now looks like they don’t want to give up on anything.

That's right, this is your home court, but the winner is not necessarily you!

What is waiting for the Celtics will be the most fierce counterattack...

(Uh, I finished posting for six minutes... That, the rest will be done in one go tomorrow, probably... Well, there are quite a lot anyway, so let's watch it slowly.)
Chapter completed!