Chapter 57 The Cunning Bald Head

Rivers on the sidelines were thinking about how to curb the Hornets' offense, so he didn't pay attention to the communication between Perkins and Chen Feng. Even Thibodeau just saw the two guys muttering.

As for what they were muttering, only Rondo, Perkins and Chen Feng knew it in their hearts.

The Celtics coaching staff may be scratching their heads and how to crack the Hornets' pick-and-roll cooperation.

After all, letting the opponent succeed in such continuous attacks is also a blow to the morale of the players.

But Rivers never expected that someone had made a decision for him, but he had not been notified yet.

If he could know what bad things a guy was holding back now, he would definitely choose to replace him.

"I said, man, this is not a tactic arranged by the coach in advance. If it is really messed up, the boss will eat us." Perkins still hopes that Chen Feng can quickly give up this idea.

"Don't worry, if there is something wrong, I'll take care of it. Go and I must help me keep an eye on that big idiot later. Rondo and I will be responsible for dealing with the other two guys."

"You don't want those two guys to play so unscrupulously until the end of the second quarter, right?"

"This is our home court. It's okay to make them arrogant for a few minutes. I still want to do this all the time? What are you thinking about? You and Rajon are a bit a bit awkward, but I'm more familiar with this kid."

Chen Feng did not give Perkins any chance to refute him, and the last sentence he said was indeed somewhat persuasive. Compared with Perkins, he and Rondo worked longer.

Usually, Chen Feng and Rondo are always together in training. Because they are both first-year rookies, these two guys have been together since the first day of the team and are very familiar with each other.

But Rivers may have forgotten this point. What he cared more about at this moment was who could crack the pick-and-roll, but forgot that in addition to Rondo and Perkins, not only Rondo could cooperate with Jefferson, but also Chen Feng, that boy.

Perhaps in the minds of Rivers and the coaching staff, it is very unreliable to let two first-grade novices curb the opponent's most powerful pair of firepower, so they have never considered this idea.

The "Er Fat" Perkins, who has always been very honest, was eaten by Chen Feng during training.

Now he can only accept Chen Feng's proposal, and in Perkins' heart, he is a little looking forward to seeing what good way this bald man has to crack his opponent's pick-and-roll.

After serving the Celtics again, Rondo was responsible for controlling the ball. Pierce, who felt hot, once again received Rondo's beautiful pass. With flexible steps at the bottom corner, he turned around and beat Mason hard.

With smooth movements and gorgeous flashes, Pierce does not often take the position to attack, but this guy's back-on skills are definitely very famous in the NBA, and it is difficult for ordinary people to prevent him from applying it like this.

Not to mention Mason, he held his hands high and failed to block Pierce's angle of scoring the board.

"Pearce! Boston's leader! Beautiful back hit! Mason looks like he's been suffocated by this continuous score! There are still 46 seconds left! The players need to work harder!"

Alex's highly incitement commentary made the fans' passion burst again. Pierce held up his hands and retreated in a loud shout of "bostonceltics!".

Rivers also loudly reminded the players on the sidelines, "Stay like this offensive momentum for me!"

What Rivers has to do now is how to get the team to chase points in one go. As for how to withstand the pair of Paul and West, maybe he wants to stay until he returns to the locker room before making arrangements.

The second quarter is about to end, and even if there is trouble, you can use the intermission time to complete it.

Pierce's actions re-energized the atmosphere of the entire North Shore Garden. Many fans stood in their seats and shouted desperately. They all hoped that the team could recover the score in one go!

Boston's home court is like this. Maybe no one at home has the feeling of such strong oppression, but Celtic supporters use this method to make the visiting team panic.

But Paul is a very calm person. Although he has just joined the NBA for more than a year, whether in the away or at home, as long as he is on the court, the Hornets' offense will always be sorted out with clear levels.

Sometimes Scott would delegate power to Paul and let the little guy decide certain things on the field.

Whether it is a teammate or a coach, I believe that Paul can make the team run smoother, and this guy rarely fights the opponent with a hot head. Paul is the commander of this group of soldiers.

"David, help me cover at the top of the arc next time. Don't let the opponent get emotional, otherwise we will be in trouble." Paul whispered to West when serving at the bottom line.

Although Rivers can tell what the other party is trying to do without thinking, now he can only pray that these two guys will lose their accurate shooting, otherwise the damn score will return to the four-point gap.

Paul was steadily carrying the ball about two steps outside the three-point line, with about 40 seconds left before the end of the second quarter. He was calculating what node was the time to launch an attack.

First play a beautiful cooperation, and then the Celtics can get a 24-second offensive opportunity.

But the time left for the Hornets is enough for them to attack again. Although it only takes a dozen seconds, this is enough for Paul. If he is lucky enough, the score may be worse.

Paul was still calling his teammates to run, but his steps suddenly exerted force and accelerated.

After being in a wrong position, Paul maintained a steady dribbling speed under Rondo's defense, but when he approached the top three-point line, he suddenly stepped on the ground and accelerated, and West rushed out quickly from the inside.

It was impossible for Rondo to stop Paul at this time, and West stuck his position.

"Damn it! Bald guy, you idiot!" Rondo saw Paul pass by, and almost roared and cursed. He had already agreed just now, but Chen Feng's reaction speed was too slow!

This is not as experienced as Perkins came to defend the pick-and-roll. Rondo regretted his promise to change positions and defend. If Paul succeeds again, the score will continue to be stalemate!

"It's a fucking pick-and-roll again!" Alex has seen the Hornets play such cooperation in succession, and he couldn't help but swear. Although this may cause him to be fined by the league, at this time, only this way can make him feel less depressed.

However, before Alex could finish his scolding, many fans and him saw different changes on the court. Chris Paul's dexterous pick-and-roll cooperation failed to succeed like the previous few times!

"My God! What happened!? Why did that guy fly out!?"

Alex may not know what he is saying now, but that's the case, because everyone saw the scene on the field.

Yes, it flew out, it really flew out!

However, it was not Paul who transformed into the leader of Qiao and came to the free throw line for a slam dunk, but the guy flew out horizontally and directly drove the ball out of the sideline.

The basketball was bounced directly into the audience, and Paul suddenly plunged into the crowd of fans.

This guy didn't have time to display his agility, as if he was completely out of control, so he fell into the head without hesitation, and he still plunged into a man's arms.

The Hornets' head coach Scott jumped up almost the moment Paul flew out!

He was shouting loudly at the referee on the sidelines, "Foof! Technical foul! This is simply murder! The fuck it was that kid who did it on purpose! Hell! He was deliberately hurting people! Injuring people!"

Compared to Scott who was excited, Rivers now had a look of surprise. While covering his forehead, he turned his head and said to Thibodeau, "Did you tell that kid to help defend Paul?"

"If it were me, I would definitely say hello to you. I dare say that this kid made his own decision, and he also moved Perkins and Rondo. Didn't you see the expressions of those two kids?"

Thibodeau is now as helpless as Rivers, because the bald boy who caused the accident was spewing water near the top of the arc with West. If Pierce hadn't pulled him, he might have already started to do it.

"God, what did that damn boy think?" Rivers really regretted putting such a troublemaker on the court now. He really wanted to know if Chen Feng could not cause trouble.

But some people think differently from Rivers, such as the old bandit who smiles in the seat.

"A clever little guy, if Bill sees this kid, he will definitely like his defensive style."

However, the referees won't feel very good at this time. They will only feel a headache. If they can't control themselves, they may cause the big men in front of them to stage a large-scale gang fight.

"Everyone gets out of the way! Calm down! I said! You guys are calm down! If you don't want to be punished, shut up! Otherwise, I don't guarantee that you will play on the court again! What I said is true!"

The referee on duty, Wally and the other two pushed West and Chen Feng away with force, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Although the referees successfully separated the two sides, West kept gesturing at Chen Feng with his middle finger, and his mouth was obviously still filled with verbs greeting the other party's female relatives.

But Chen Feng seemed very calm. Apart from using a series of street terms, he couldn't speak, the expression on his face did not change much. After being separated, he was still very innocent.

"Sir, you see it too. They are asking me for trouble. I didn't do any attacks. I didn't fight back. I didn't push others. Of course, when he talked nonsense to me, I still hit back, but I don't think this is against the rules. Trash talk is never included in the foul, right?"

Wally looked at the bald boy in front of him who was defending him with a depressed look on his face. He had been an NBA referee for more than ten years and had never seen such a shameless guy.

No attacking action? Your sister, why did Paul fly into the stands and get into the arms of a bearded uncle? Did this guy suddenly realize that he is a homosexual? Going to find true love?

But Wally is really not good at taking the shameless guy in front of him now. He can't really expel the kid like Scott yelled.

You should know that at the moment of the collision just now, Wally was right next to him, and he could see it very clearly.

Paul threw away Rondo's defense and cut in at high speed. West blocked Rondo's pursuit, but the moment Paul flashed into the three-point line, the bald boy rushed out horizontally.

Even Wally himself couldn't see clearly when the boy came out with West. Anyway, it was too late when Paul reacted, so he just bumped his head-on.

Paul was only a little over 1.8 meters tall, and the guy he hit, not to mention his height advantage, his strong tendon flesh was enough for Paul, not to mention that Paul was still cutting in at the high speed.

Hit his head onto a tight muscle. Even if Paul is in good health, can he be stronger than Chandler?

You know, Chandler was so angry that he was knocked out just now, let alone Paul's small physique.

Everyone saw the ending, it was really a flying person...

This is also considered that Paul is lucky enough. In order to get rid of Rondo, he was slightly closer to the sideline when he cut in, so he would be sent directly to the audience.

If this guy rushed in from the top of the arc, he would probably be knocked down on the sidelines and his face would probably be worn out by the floor.

Although the scene looks a bit weird when you get into an uncle's arms, it's always better than being disfigured.

Now that guy is at most a stop to the foul, it is impossible to call a technical foul. Although Scott kept protesting against the referees, the rules are rules and must be done according to the rules.

"Foul, serve on the sideline." Listening to Wally's penalty, West almost cursed.

Not to mention him, even Paul, who has a good temper, is a little angry at this time.

Only the perpetrator was smiling brightly and saying that he obeyed the sentence. As for the previous conflict, it seemed that this guy had never happened.

"Tom, we all seemed to be fooled by this kid..." When Rivers saw Chen Feng's expression, he suddenly understood something.

"Doug, needless to say, I understand. Chen Feng has only had one foul so far... He must have played this idea. Oh my god, who did this kid learn from?"

Thibodeau is now helplessly covering his forehead. When he looks at Chen Feng, he always feels that the kid has two small horns on his head and a bloody fork in his hand.

If he is given a pointed tail, he will be a big demon.

This...all this was planned by the boy...

Thibodeau and Rivers looked at each other and almost cursed in unison, "Has this bastard really never played professional basketball? Why are he so cunning! What a fucking animal!"

And the animal was showing a mouthful of white teeth at this moment, which made the other party feel a little chilling...
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