Chapter 60: One's first show

110:85, when the beeps at the end of the fourth quarter sounded, a trembling cheer burst out from the North Shore Garden Arena, but Scott was really feeling a little sad at this moment.

Lost? Why? I'm afraid Scott didn't understand why this night was so embarrassed.

It was originally under my control, but there was a little accident.

Then, everything loses its due trajectory, including the final result.

It was a sharp turn, and it was very appropriate to use such an adjective to describe the Hornets' state in the last two quarters. Even if Scott was already jumping on the sidelines and cursing to try to motivate the players.

With timeouts, continuous timeouts, Scott wished he could use all the timeouts in the third quarter.

But it turns out that such struggle is nothing but futile, and his efforts are not effective at all.

Even Paul can no longer control the scene, and you still expect who can stand up and take over the Hornets?

Chandler? Please, even Scott himself doesn't believe this proposal, let alone others.

The basketball IQ of the "boxing champion" is negative, and this guy is more suitable to be a simple rebounding machine.

Let him control the rhythm of the entire team? That would undoubtedly push everyone into the fire pit.

West's understanding ability is very good, but unfortunately, this guy has already lying in the locker room.

Moreover, the team doctor's preliminary diagnosis can be determined that the Hornets' number one attacker must have to lie on for a week due to the spasm of the back muscles. After hearing the news, Scott almost hit the wall with his head.

The general was lost in the first game of the game, which was undoubtedly a blow to the Hornets, who vowed to make a name for themselves this season. Scott didn't know what others felt, but he was a little confused anyway.

As for Paul, he never wanted to give up, and the Hornets' only attacks were concentrated on him.

But no matter how hard a person works, he will never save a team with a low morale. Paul's persistence and madness will only last until the end of the third quarter.

Scott didn't want to completely turn into garbage time in the fourth quarter, but the damn game was completely out of control in the third quarter. After a short break, the Celtics collectively transformed into Ultraman.

Pierce played twelve minutes throughout the third quarter. Even if Rivers wanted him to go down and rest for a while, the guy refused, and Pierce also scored fifteen points in this quarter.

It can be said that the Hornets were widened by nearly 20 points. It was in this quarter that they were completely overwhelmed by the Celtics' two consecutive climaxes, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Pierce played crazy, and Jefferson also played crazy after he came on the court. It should be said that the Celtics have completely become a group of madmen, each of whom fired all out and shot thirty-six points.

In addition to scoring, they also collectively scored twenty rebounds and five crazy blocks.

Comprehensive suppression and crazy strangling, the Celtics were like a group of tyrannical bandits, pressing the delicate little wasps to the ground, stripping off their coats bit by bit, and then starting to have a rough ***.

Especially the bald boy who made Scott grit his teeth. He almost pressed Vinnesses to fight hard. He was also a rookie, but Vinnesses got nothing except for contributing fouls.

Moreover, Vinnesses lasted for less than ten minutes and received six fouls, which made Scott necessary to send his rookie Armstrong and Chandler to play as a double center.

However, such a change of moves is also a bit powerless, and it is also a tragedy to face Chen Feng.

As for Chen Feng's efficiency, let's listen to the tsunami-like shouts in the North Bank Garden.

Alex, who was responsible for commenting on the game, never sat down in the entire third quarter, including during the timeout, he also blushed and raised his voice, and was desperately inciting the fans' excitement.

"Let us cheer! For the Celtics! For Pierce! For our great Bishop Mr. Auerbach! Of course, the most important thing is for a new player who will let us see the future!"

"Jack Chen!!! This guy is definitely more popular in Boston than Jackie Chan!"

There is a reason for Alex's crazy behavior, because throughout the third quarter, the bald wild boy had completely destroyed the Hornets' inside defense! The opponent was not even left with a scum.

Chandler was entangled by Perkins at the basket and looked depressed, as if he had tied his hands and feet and could not move.

Vinnesses was completely pushed by Chen Feng at the basket as a tragic background man, and could only be a foil.

Four consecutive strong hits, four times after one-handed slashing! Chen Feng seemed to have no other offensive methods, and he blatantly tried to beat his opponent. The same was true after he replaced Armstrong.

Chen Feng brought the atmosphere in the North Bank Garden Stadium to the pinnacle! Such a violent attack completely stimulated everyone's nerves! Everyone shouted at his name at the top of their throats.

"Jack Chen!!! Jack Chen!!! Jack Chen!!! You are the fucking best!!!"

Fortunately, Chen Feng was still alive and had to show off his strong muscles in front of the opponent every time he succeeded in the offense, which made many emotional female fans almost jump into the court to attack their chests.

Rivers and Thibodeau both smiled bitterly at this moment. They really didn't know what magic this kid had, but from the moment he came on the court, everyone's nerves fell into a state of madness.

Rivers himself, although he was a little dissatisfied with Chen Feng's rash attack before the end of the second quarter, this did not prevent Rivers from continuing to use this wild boy in the third quarter.

Facts have also proved that this wild bald boy is such a powerful existence.

Turning around and forcibly jumping on the front, Chen Feng's two big hands kept raging the basket.

Without a strong inside line like West interfering, Vinnessis alone would not play any role in protecting the penalty area. Even substitutions would not be able to stop Chen Feng from going over in the penalty area.

Moreover, Rondo seemed to have recognized Chen Feng's point. Sometimes when the chances were equal, he would definitely give priority to sending the ball into the inside line, and everyone could wait and see the show.

If Chen Feng hadn't attacked too hard and had Chandler almost clashed with him at the basket several times, Rivers would probably have allowed him to play the entire third quarter.

But the increasingly hot atmosphere on the court still made Rivers choose to be more secure. Jefferson replaced Chen Feng in the sixth minute.

The crazy flames ignited by Chen Feng continued until the Hornets collapsed.

In fact, Scott replaced Paul because he was really afraid. In the third quarter, Paul once cut into the inside at high speed while playing pick-and-roll with Chandler at a misalignment and preparing to make a layup.

It was Chen Feng and the bald madman who came to Paul again. If Paul hadn't been able to brake in time at that time, maybe something explosive would have happened again.

Although Paul braked, Chen Feng's big slap was everything when he grabbed the basketball hand at him.

"Bang"! The sound of the explosion almost made Scott jump up. He was really afraid that Chen Feng would slap such a fiercely and directly cause any problems to Paul's hand.

West is destined to be injured for a week. At this time, Scott doesn't want Paul to be on the injury list!

When the pursuit of points was completely hopeless, Scott had to replace Paul in order to be on the safe side. He was really afraid that Chen Feng might not come up again and be cruel to Paul.

Scott probably could only find a shotgun, kill Chen Feng first, and then commit suicide.

Twelve points, six rebounds, and three blocks. Chen Feng used this not-so-magnificent data to detonate the entire game. Although the appearance was less than ten minutes together, he had already made everyone remember the iconic bald look.

I guess even those taxi drivers who listen to the radio could hear from Alex's commentary that such an extremely fierce guy suddenly emerged from the team.

After the game, even Auerbach smiled rarely. Although the old man did not light a cigar like he had won the game before, anyone could tell that the Bishop was in a good mood today.

When some media interviewed the old king of Boston, Auerbach was the first time to talk about the wild boy he had to deal with it by himself, but those reporters still had to keep in the dark.

"As a rookie, he performed well and needs to work hard. After all, this is the NBA, and he still needs to learn a lot. I believe Rivers and his coaching staff will continue to tap into his potential. As for whether he can become the cornerstone of the Celtics' reconstruction, it depends on his future performance."

Auerbach is not a pity for his words, but it is the first time he can be a newcomer in recent years. The last time Pierce was lucky enough to enjoy this super-class treatment.

The comments from the Bishop are enough to allow Boston reporters to see clearly the future of the bald boy in the Celtics, and through such a fierce game.

They also believe that this wild boy will never walk silently in the future on the NBA.

The game won and had a perfect start. The Celtics can be said to have defeated the Hornets while being slightly inferior to their opponents. The rhythm of the entire game was also very beautiful.

Except for being overtaken by the opponent in the second quarter, almost all the games in the last two quarters were controlled by the Celtics.

A completely suppressed victory. Although Scott looked resentful about losing the game in an interview with media reporters after the game, no one could deny that the Celtics won beautifully.

Even if Scott complained to the microphone of the reporter's interview, "It was the opponent's lethal tactic that ruined our victory. If West was not injured, we would definitely leave from Boston with victory!"

This is a complaint, and it is also Scott's attack on Rivers. He has already determined that Rivers asked Chen Feng to come on the field to sabotage. As for Chen Feng's performance later, this guy has long ignored it.

"That was an accident. If someone could watch the replay footage, they would find that Chen Feng's actions did not intentionally hurt people or attack West. It was a fair air showdown."

Anyway, if the game was won, Rivers also ignored Scott's crazy dog ​​behavior that bites his mouth.

The perpetrator who was stabbed by Scott for his thorn in his eyes was now sitting in the home team's locker room with a depressed look on his face, completely losing his extremely fierce appearance on the court.

"Hey, I want to ask now, do you dare to wait for me for a few minutes before starting the interview?"

At this moment, Chen Feng was almost pulling his neck and calling out to such a large number of media reporters around him.

"I dare not, what if you run away? I haven't done this before when I open a training camp!"

People who have learned from the past directly rejected Chen Feng's proposal. Chen Feng really wanted to say, why didn't I use my bicycle to knock you away that day? This is the biggest mistake!

"Then do you dare to let me put my *** on! My sister, I'm still naked! You have to make some time if you want to take nude photos! I've just finished taking a shower! Is there any *** left?"

"Chan, you won't be shy even, right? Don't tell me that you're still a virgin. But that's okay, I'm already an adult and have immunity to these restricted-level images."

Just as Chen Feng roared, a sexy female reporter was looking up and down at the bald man in front of him who could only use his team uniform to block his waist.

"I'll go!" Chen Feng was decisively cowardly in the face of such unscrupulous public teasing.

"Why are this foreign old woman so fierce? Could it be that the men around her can not surrender such a ruthless person?"

Although Chen Feng could only be so embarrassed and naked, uh, no, he covered his team uniform and covered his semi-naked body, he really couldn't escape the siege of so many reporters, so he had to go.

"How do you evaluate your performance in the first NBA game?" This is the question that most people are concerned about.

"It's okay, if the coach can make me play longer, it will be more perfect." Chen Feng really wants to say now, Rivers, your sister, do you dare to let me play the whole quarter?

Of course, Rivers would definitely tell him that he wouldn't dare! He didn't want Chen Feng to cause violence on the field.

"Do you have any explanation for West's injury?" The reporter of this media is certainly not from Boston, because no Bostonian would care about Chen Feng slapping West with a slap.

"It's really none of my business. In fact, if you ask him to try again, I really may not be able to take pictures so accurately! Really!" Then, the reporter who asked the question stopped moving.

Not only him, but also the reporters around him wanted to shut up, because the guy in front of him was simply a human weapon on the basketball court.

As it turned out, Chen Feng was a machine to attract hatred. His words were thrown into the newspaper intact. Then, the New Orleans began to collectively hostile to this beast-like guy.

West even lay on the physiotherapy bed, gritting his teeth and cursing in a low voice. "Do you want to do it again? Are you fucking using me as a volleyball!? You'll have a good look next time!"

Chen Feng couldn't hear such a roar for the time being, but no one denied it. This wild boy's first performance in NBA has begun to capture people's hearts.

As for the future, I'm afraid no one can give an answer... But this night is one's debut, no one can stop it, the dazzling light emitted by a street wild boy...

(I went to watch the football... Uh, you despise me... I accepted...)
Chapter completed!