Avery Johnson didn't know what Rivers told him during the timeout, but he now had an idea, that is, how the Celtics changed, that was the opponent's business, and he would not easily change the Mavericks' habits, just like before, he wanted to destroy the Celtics with offense.

Focusing on me and controlling the game according to your own intentions is the temperament that a strong team should have.[]

In Johnson's eyes, the Mavericks have this ability, so he did not substitute or change his tactical arrangements. He just relied on his strength to defeat the Celtics, just like he did just now.

"Operation, make good use of Dirk's fulcrum, run all of them. No matter what, you must tear the opponent's defense! After the second quarter, the Bostonians feel desperate!"

The idea of ​​"Little General" is definitely the most consistent with the current actual situation of the Mavericks. After all, after playing in Boston, they still have to continue playing in the East, and this road trip was not easy.

In addition to the Celtics, the Mavericks also have to fight against the Nets, Pistons, and the Cavaliers head-on, and the strong men in the East are waiting to kill the Bison in Dallas.

It is best to be able to fight quickly and decide quickly, which will also allow the main lineup to have enough rest time. It is definitely not easy to play for four consecutive away games, and physical fitness is a severe test.

However, if four wins are taken away, the Mavericks' ranking as No. 1 in the Western Conference may be further consolidated, allowing the Suns, who are chasing behind them to feel the downward pressure.

Avery Johnson's idea is definitely good. At least this guy is more skilled in the team's tactical arrangement than Rivers.

After all, the Mavericks' foundation is there, even if the Celtics show signs of recovery this season.

But compared with a team of quasi-champion level, they are still a little worse. If they can continue to work together for two or three years, they may have a chance to compete with the Mavericks.

As for now, although Johnson didn't say anything, he could also hear from the words he said just now. He has not taken this team that can only barely enter the top eight in the East.

The embarrassment of the first quarter? In Johnson's eyes, it was just an accident. The Mavericks' slackness and the opponent's strange tactical arrangements did cause some trouble for his team.

Unfortunately, it was just a temporary rise. The Mavericks brought everything back to normal in the second quarter. Next, the only way to wait for the Celtics is to fail.

At least that's what Johnson thinks, that's why he's calling out to his players, letting these guys kill their opponents in one go, and it's best to secure the victory in the first half.

The team that targets the championship does not want to waste too much time on other opponents, and Johnson does not think Rivers can use more tricks.

"As long as Dirk's performance continues to be so stable, it will be only a matter of time before he can kill his opponent." After watching the players on the court, Johnson whispered to the assistants around him.

"The Asian boy on the other party was completely depressed by Dirk." The assistant coach also responded with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That No. 99 has good physical fitness. If he waits for his contract to expire, he might consider buying it back and being an inside substitute. In terms of rebounding, that kid is actually quite stable."

Seeing the game return to his own pace, Johnson also had time to comment on Chen Feng's performance. At least in his opinion, that strong boy is more cost-effective than Danpier.

Actually, Johnson now thinks about Danpier’s contract with an annual salary of 7 million yuan, and he feels a little headache. 7 million yuan! Or dollars! Damn it, he actually gave it to such a disabled person!

But the roar in Johnson's heart has not been released yet, and the game on the court has been continued. After the re-telection, the Celtics did not continue to sprint violently, but began to control the rhythm steadily. Rondo and West's double point guards were also dismantled by Rivers. Szebiak, who replaced West, was replaced by Szebiak, and Rivers replaced a point guard with a pure pitcher.

"It seems that the other party is planning to compete with us in positional battles." Although he said this, the Mavericks assistant coach clearly spoke a little sarcastic tone when he said this.

That's what he saw, just now he was fighting a positional battle, and then the Mavericks completed the reversal.

Now the Celtics have chosen to continue fighting to fight to the death. Isn’t this feeling uncomfortable with me? Do these guys still think they have not lost enough?

Or is that guy Rivers already had a problem with his brain, and he really hopes to win the West with this lineup? This is not a fantasy, and God will not show off his miracles without any trouble.

Although Johnson did not think about the problem like this, he also believed that Rivers' approach was just to accelerate the Celtics' defeat.

However, as soon as the Mavericks gained a foothold, Jefferson got stuck in the inside line, but this time he did not take Diop charge, but instead received the ball from Nowitzki's nose.

Jefferson, who was obviously shorter than Nowitzki, seemed to be holding the ball behind his back and forth, but was carrying Nowitzki on his back and wanted to turn around.

The German guy who was waiting for an opportunity to ambush Jefferson, a big hat, had no choice but to stare at Jefferson like this, making it difficult for the other party to turn around and face the basket.

Diop, who had been pushing Jefferson just now, originally planned to go over and get on the guard with Nowitzki, but just as he was about to move his steps, a tough bald boy stood in front of him.

While Diop was sitting on the bench, he saw the whole process of this boy destroying Danpier.

Even if he was a substitute, Diop did not intend to be someone else's background board, so when he met such a strong wild boy, he had to be very energetic.

Without the inside helper, Terry and others were also trapped on the periphery, especially Starkhouse now has to stare at Szebiak who is strolling back and forth.

Pierce had to let Howard follow him in an endless manner, and Terry didn't dare to leave Rondo easily, otherwise that boy like et might slip into the inside.

The entire formation was pulled very wide. Although Johnson on the sidelines did not like this situation, he believed that with Nowitzki in the interior, there would be no major problems.

Even if Jefferson's low-post offensive ability is not bad, it is not that easy to gain some advantage from Nowitzki.

In fact, when Nowitzki defended at low post, although his physique may not be stronger than Jefferson, his height and wingspan can completely cover Jefferson's sight.

Moreover, Jefferson is still holding the ball with his back on his back and has no chance to face the basket. He has failed to turn around twice in a row. Nowitzki's hands have always hindered Jefferson's sight of shooting.

As a god pitcher, Nowitzki still knows how to cause trouble for the opponent, but his tight defense does not dispel Jefferson's plan to attack at a low post.

Unable to turn around, Jefferson suddenly pressed his shoulder against half of Nowitzki's body, took a slight step back, and shot a half-bass.

Nowitzki had stretched out his hands as straight as possible to block this shot, but the moment Jefferson hit made the two of them open a little distance. He wanted to block, but the height was missing.

The German guy's hands failed to slap Jefferson's shot. Although the basketball failed to draw a beautiful parabola, it was enough to cross Nowitzki's fingertips and headed straight to the basket.

But Jefferson's shot did not get into the basket directly, but hit the basket, then hit the rebound on the other side, bounced high.

Nowitzki didn't have the time to turn around and grab the rebound, so Diop was jumping up under the basket, and his big hands were grabbing the basketball.

Diop was originally a defensive center, so he did a lot of dirty rebounding tasks. Without anyone reminding him, he knew what he should do.

Although he couldn't get a big contract like Dampier, Diop's seriousness in defense was completely beyond that of the idiot who was known as the second center in the West.

Seeing that his hands had already grasped the basketball, Diop's statistics were about to add a rebound, but at this moment, Diop clearly felt a wind in his head.

Diop felt in that second, as if a man swung his arm behind him and suddenly thrust a big mouth. The sound of wind that caused his palms to spread out made people tremble.

In just a short moment, Diop caught the basketball in his hand, and before he could take it back, he saw a big hand suddenly stretching out from behind, holding the basketball and pressing it directly towards the basket.

An irresistible force was Diop's feeling. He could not stop the impact of that hand, and the basketball was directly pushed away by the opponent.

This is not the end. Diop's entire body was also directly carried forward by the force behind him. Thanks to his not jumping high enough, otherwise his head would have to hit the rebound.

However, just such a fierce force made Diop completely a spectator, and the basketball was stuffed into the basket on the top of his head.

The last sound Diop could hear was the muffled sound from the microphone and the heavy blow made by himself being thrown on the floor with his back to the sky.

"It's really fucking unlucky." Diop knew who shot himself down from the air without getting up. He just wanted to curse in a low voice, why did that kid beat him so fiercely!

However, Diop should be grateful because he didn't have to stand in front of Chen Feng and see how the kid looked after he finished the one-handed heavy slap.

The boy looked at Nowitzki face to face, and said without idle, "Either you come and stare at me, or just watch me beat them into dead dogs. Just like that, remember, I will be the biggest disaster under your basket. Just like before, if you don't come to guard against me, I will kick these guys in the ass to death until you see the score lead by us again. Do you understand? German guy!"

Chen Feng's expression at this moment was like a wild beast. He was erecting his mane and showing his most fierce side with his opponent who invaded the territory.

Disaster, perhaps, at least for Diop, who was still lying on the floor, the wild boy was a complete disaster.
Chapter completed!