Forward to the basket

Rivers really wanted to find someone to use astrology to calculate his fortune today, whether it is really not suitable to go out or do anything, because he really did not expect so much trouble in the first game.

Looking at Chandler who was still demonstrating under the basket when he called a timeout, Rivers felt melancholy, but he was not because Chandler was showing off his beautiful slam dunk at the moment.

It wasn't because of the guy's roar after hitting Ratliff, although now Rivers really really wanted to find a pair of stinky socks that had been worn for seven or eight years to plug Chandler's throat.

This has nothing to do with the opponent's aggressive performance, Rivers is just melancholy about Ratliff's state at the moment.

Just now Ratliff barely took off to prevent his opponent from dunking. The force of the head-on collision was not small, and the timid move before the fight made the former shot-blocking king even forget to protect himself.

Not only failed to protect himself, Ratliff also blocked the foul when he went up.

If the foul can drag the opponent off, it's worth it, but Ratliff just fell straight to the floor and didn't get any benefits.

Although the team doctor thought that Ratliff was fine after a simple treatment, at least he did not suffer a concussion.

But Ratliff's current mentality is obviously very sluggish. Even if he can continue to stand at the basket, he will provide little help to the team.

Moreover, the team doctor has suggested that this big guy should be checked, because his hand is always on his injured knee, and the conditions on the scene cannot allow the team doctor to make a very accurate judgment.

Although I don't know if Ratliff has an old injury caused by the collision just now, but Rivers can't let such a player continue to play at all now.

Even in desperation, Rivers could only wave his hand to signal the team doctor to quickly take Ratliff into the waiting room.

Just looking at the opponent's bravado and Ratliff's sad departure, Rivers' nerves, which had finally recovered from Paul's crisis, now have to tense up again.

"***, is there anything worse than this!" Rivers cursed in a low voice.

"Doug, all I can say is, there are worse situations than Ratliff leaving. I need to remind you that Al has three fouls on him now, and Kendrick has three fouls. Unless you plan to fourth Give up the game at the first quarter, otherwise you have to think about who should go up, and someone needs to go up the inside."

Thibodeau's words kicked Rivers' swearing up a notch, and he almost jumped out and pointed at Chandler's nose and said, "You fucking bastard, forget the goal, and hurt it." My insider! Your sister, why did I dig your ancestral grave in my previous life! How cheating!?"

Of course, Rivers is not really doing that. He doesn't want to be struck out by the referee in the first game of the regular season. Besides, the difference between the two teams is only six points, and the Celtics haven't raised their hands yet!

"Injury! Foul! Damn, I want to see how bad this damn luck can be!"

Rivers didn't have much time to vent his anger. Apart from jumping around and cursing, he had to think of something quickly. In order to prevent the fourth quarter from becoming garbage time, Jefferson could only endure it for the time being.

Perkins stood up on the field, there was no way around it, after all, this guy could have a little more experience, Ogwakandi, Scalabrine, and Chen Feng whose eyes were already burning.

Now Rivers is left with these three options. Originally, there were quite a lot of inside options, but after playing less than two quarters, Rivers felt that he was suddenly a little stretched.

That guy Scalabrine is basically a soy sauce, and even Rivers himself knows this.

Unless he gave up the game, or someone needed to make a foul, this red-haired boy was absolutely out of consideration.

Ogwokandy?Or that wild boy?Rivers was also muttering in his heart.

This is originally in the chasing stage, although Ogwokandi's current state is quite weak.

But no matter how you say this guy has played in the NBA for several years, he has no ability, at least he has experience.

But Rivers didn't call out Ogwakandi's name immediately, because Ratliff's appearance just now had already reminded Rivers.

Not every veteran can go all out and fight his opponents, especially those who are at the end of their careers, or who are often lingering due to injuries.

They always have a kind of fear of injury, just like Ratliff's performance just now.

Seeing Ogwokandi's state, Rivers was a little bit heartbroken.

"Won't that guy also have problems at critical moments?" Now that the score is so tight, Rivers is really afraid that if he is not careful, he will lose everything.

At this time, Rivers' eyes drifted to Chen Feng, who had been silent by the side, but his expression was already a little eager to try. After a little thought, Rivers bit his back molars hard.

"Chen Feng!", just as Rivers yelled, Chen Feng immediately threw off the long trousers he was wearing, and jumped in front of Rivers in an instant.

"Boss! You finally think of me." Seeing Chen Feng's ready-to-fist combat look, Rivers could only decide to take a gamble.

"See? That guy who was still beating his chest just now! You, get on the field! Keep an eye on him! I won't give you too much time, if you can't, I will change immediately!"

Rivers almost gritted his teeth and gave Chen Feng a task. This doughy fat man was really ruthless.

"Boss, don't worry, if that guy can continue to be so arrogant, I will run around Boston with my butt naked. Believe me, I will slam that guy inside!"

At this time, not only Rivers could hear the meaning of giving it a go in Chen Feng's words, but even Rondo shivered subconsciously, because he knew the bald man's personality too well.

"Go! There are still 2 minutes left! I want you to take the lead and go back to the locker room! Boston is our territory! Not where the hornets are running wild! Kill them for me!"

There was still a bit of a stuffy atmosphere just now, but under the instigation of Rivers, it finally eased over.

Chandler was still complacent about bombing the opponent's inside twice in a row, but before he was ready for the extra free throw just now, he heard a voice ringing in his ear.

"Hey, big man, your performance is over here, now let me watch you, be careful."

When he heard this sentence, Chandler realized that a bald man who might be shorter than Ratliff was standing in front of him, but he was not familiar with this obviously Asian face.

Rookie?Or an international player?Now Chandler is not concerned about this, and he finds that the boy's tone is very arrogant, as if his own destiny is in his hands.

"Boy, don't talk so much nonsense, otherwise you will be the same as the guy who was carried away just now."

Chandler's expression matched his sturdy physique and height, making him look like a villain no matter what.

But Chandler seemed to have underestimated the temper of the kid in front of him. As soon as he said this, his opponent choked back, "Silly Bo Yi is like a three-year-old crop, and he doesn't take a break. Today I count It’s okay, you’ll know who will lie down and go out later, remember to buy insurance.”

After saying this, Chen Feng walked to the side without looking back, waiting to grab a rebound. As for Chandler's expression, that wasn't something he needed to consider, he just wanted to provoke the opponent.

I'm sorry, I don't care who you are, today is my first nba regular season game, don't let anyone mess it up!

Otherwise, I will kill gods when I meet gods, and kill ghosts!

It is estimated that many years later, some people will remember this day, a machete from the street was polished...

(For the fourth update, I will do my best... to continue to update.)