Forward to the basket

With a beautiful tip-up, Chen Feng once again showed his tough style in the aerial confrontation.

Even Kenny Smith, the eyewitness who had seen Chen Feng intercept David West in the air, applauded this beautiful attack from the commentary booth this time.

As well as being nice to the home fans, Kenny does think the ferocity of the attack deserves credit.

Of course, it would be great if Diop wasn't so embarrassed. After all, such a big man was thrown out of the air by someone, and most people would be embarrassed.

But after Diop got up, he didn't angrily seek Chen Feng to settle the score, he just rubbed his shoulder that hurt from falling, and looked at Chen Feng with an unnatural expression on his face.

As for the perpetrator, after yelling at Nowitzki, he slapped his ass and ran away. How the other party reacted was not something Chen Feng needed to consider at all.

He has always been this way of dealing with things, first provoke the other party, then turn around and dodge, if the other party can't suppress the anger, then we will face to face.

Anyway, Chen Feng would not give the other party a chance to retaliate. Anyway, he wanted to provoke the other party's anger, so he didn't mind being more straightforward.

This is Boston. Even if Nowitzki has Artest's fiery temper, he has to consider whether he can retreat safely from here.

But Chen Feng's teasing didn't make Nowitzki stand up his blond hair. The German guy didn't seem to hear Chen Feng's provocation, and ran towards the half court with his head down.

"I'm going! Can you bear this? Is that guy a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?" Facing such a silent opponent, Chen Feng felt a little helpless. The opponent didn't respond at all, so he really had no choice.

But Nowitzki is not the kind of soft persimmon, anyone can pinch it. Just now, Chen Feng made a tip-up, which narrowed the difference between the two teams to one point. The German didn't want to let it go.

But when Nowitzki received a pass from outside the three-point line, the opponent standing in front of him was no longer the bald wild boy, but was directly replaced by Jefferson.

This was Rivers' tactical arrangement after the timeout. Since Chen Feng didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to mark Nowitzki to death, he might as well free that kid completely, swim inside, and make up defenses at any time.

And relying on Chen Feng's personal ability alone, no matter if Johnson replaced Dampier or Diop, Chen Feng was singled out under the basket, and he would definitely not be able to take advantage of it.

Although Jefferson was at a disadvantage when he pulled out to face Nowitzki, Rivers' calculations were very precise. After all, there are still two or three big men on the Celtics side.

Jefferson is tired or fouls too much, and Perkins and Scalabrine, and Ratliff can be on top at any time.

But on the Mavericks side, apart from Nowitzki, Dampier and Diop, no one can stand at the basket to form an effective defense.

Although this kind of face-to-face tactic seems a bit rogue, Rivers has no intention of worrying about his own face when facing an opponent who is stronger than him.

Anyway, if you can drag your opponent to play awkwardly with yourself on the field, why not do it?At least Rivers doesn't intend to let the Mavericks take the victory away from the North Shore Garden with ease.

Jefferson faced Nowitzki, and the two were deadlocked near the three-point line. The stocky Jefferson focused on his opponent, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

Nowitzki met such a solid-eyed guy, and he was a little bit tricky, but after a little hesitation, the German guy was determined to take Jefferson's defense directly.

A fake move of shaking his shoulders, Nowitzki's movements must not be as elegant as those of the defenders.

But among the big men, the German guy's movements are quite agile. When Jefferson faced Nowitzki, he was obviously a bit slower in his reaction.

Open up the space and cut in a step. Such a space is enough for Nowitzki to comfortably shoot a precise mid-range jumper.

And he did the same thing, holding the basketball with his soft big hands, the whole movement was smooth, and naturally, this kind of shooting action that had been practiced tens of thousands of times had become a memory in Nowitzki's mind.

No one can easily erase it. When he stepped out of the gap and shot directly, it is estimated that only God can stop this German guy.

God doesn't come down for a walk around, but there is an animal that often hangs around in front of others for nothing, and every time he wanders, there is absolutely nothing good about it.

Nowitzki's shot has been completed, the ball is pushed away by his fingertips, and the German is now waiting to see a beautiful parabola drawn in the air, and then the score gap is widened again.

But Nowitzki's eyes didn't wait for the beautiful parabola, he only saw a big slap horizontally and cut it over. Although that big hand couldn't directly slap the basketball this time, the touch of his fingertips was already fully capable. It changed the flight trajectory of the basketball, and what was even more terrible was that the owner of the big slap didn't stop after touching the basketball, but turned around and rushed all the way to the basket.

A light touch caused Nowitzki's shot to change course, directly hitting the back edge of the basket and bouncing upwards. Both Diop and Stackhouse were considered to be the first to start.

The two guys jumped up at about the same time, as if they were going to do a double dunk, but Jefferson was dragged out, and only Pierce was fighting for position at the basket.

1v2 battles are not so easy to win, but everyone has overlooked one thing, how could that little lunatic who just finished fanning the basketball easily let the basketball fall into the hands of others.

As soon as Stackhouse grasped the basketball firmly, a hand stretched out from below, and he stabbed upwards vigorously. The basketball he had just grasped was stabbed directly into the air and flew into the air again.

"Mine!", Diop was really fierce at this time, his expression and roar sounded almost at the same time, as if anyone who stopped him would have to pay a price.

"It's your uncle's!", but before Diop yelled it out, he saw a pair of big hands firmly grasping the basketball one step ahead of him, and it was cut off abruptly!

"Is it yours? How dare you stretch out your hands? Next time you stretch out those claws randomly, I will stomp on you!"

Before Diop turned around, he heard a shout behind him. No need to think about it, Diop already understood who stole his rebound.

But at this moment, Diop had no intention of smacking against the opponent. Chen Feng's fierce style had already left a deep impression on him in the layup just now.

Still entangled with this lunatic?At least now Diop has no plans to risk his life to go crazy with the other party, he hasn't lived enough yet.

This is not the end, this is just the beginning of Chen Feng's rampage. In the last four and a half minutes of the second quarter, Johnson witnessed the wildest performance of that vicious bald boy on the sidelines.

It's endless, it's really endless, that little lunatic can't wait to shoot down every object that passes before his eyes!

All the Mavericks players and coaching staff watched this scene in horror from the sidelines...

(The third update, uh, let me see if I can code another chapter before the start of the Champions League, try my best, if not, I will update the coded one tomorrow morning.)