nycdaug Chapter 435 Westbrook: Come on, you bunch of bitches...
Chapter 435 Westbrook: Come on, you bunch of bitches...
Jaylen Brown didn't look at Westbrook, but instead looked towards the basket.
The basketball fell right out of the hoop, hit the floor, and bounced straight up.
"Come on, you bunch of bitches...come on..."
Westbrook took a few steps and yelled at Jaylen Brown right in the face.
Durant, who was not far away, tried to come over and stop Westbrook, but it was too late.
With a whistle, the referee standing outside the baseline blew his whistle, pointed at Westbrook, and gestured to the scorer's table that Westbrook had committed a technical foul.
"Bichi!"
Having already received a technical foul, Westbrook didn't care anymore. He yelled at Jaylen Brown, who was wide open, and then Durant pulled him back to the back.
Wang Xiucheng was somewhat helpless. Westbrook was averaging one technical foul per game. If there hadn't been a technical foul in that game, Wang Xiucheng would have felt a little uneasy.
However, Wang Xiucheng could understand. After being criticized by Lakers fans for so long, he finally realized that it wasn't his fault at all, so it was impossible for him not to vent.
Just like Durant said, Westbrook now firmly believes that his poor performance with the Lakers is because the Lakers don't have a good point guard.
As for why he was so ineffective with the Rockets, he selectively forgot.
With Westbrook's three-pointers providing support, things became much easier for Wang Xiucheng.
The Celtics no longer dared to recklessly leave Westbrook wide open so they could double-team Wang Xiucheng.
However, Wang Xiucheng repeatedly sought opportunities to set screens for Westbrook.
Swish!
Finally, after Westbrook made another three-pointer, Mazura called a timeout.
As soon as the whistle blew, Westbrook turned around to look for Jaylen Brown, seemingly wanting to criticize him, but Durant pulled him away.
Wang Xiucheng sat in the chair, took a big gulp of the drink, then covered his head with a towel, leaned out, and looked at the Celtics' bench on the other side.
Mazura was squatting on the ground, passionately talking to her players.
As he was talking, he even stood up and made a blocking motion.
Nash, on the other hand, was much more relaxed. He first discussed things with the assistant coach for more than a minute before coming to the bench to arrange tactics.
There is pressure on the Nets.
If they fail to win both of these home games and the Celtics manage to snatch one back, then they will lose their home-court advantage.
If it really comes down to a Game 7, then it's really hard to say.
"Watch out for their three-pointers. Once you stop them, launch a fast break..."
The performance during the pause appeared to be a school drum band from Brooklyn, with a bunch of kids of different colors energetically playing the drums.
Wang Xiucheng simply couldn't appreciate this kind of music.
Although he had seen many of these kinds of performances while he was studying in Houston.
Fortunately, the performance ended quickly, and both teams returned to the field.
In the latter part of the second quarter, with intentional physical contact between the two sides, the game gradually came to a close with just one minute remaining.
The Celtics took a seven-point lead thanks to several fouls they drew on Claxton.
68:61.
For the Celtics, sending Claxton to the free-throw line is far more worthwhile than letting Wang Hsiu-cheng, Durant, and Westbrook make three-pointers.
The Celtics have finally resorted to the "kill Zhao Si" tactic again.
This time, Nash did not substitute Claxton.
Because the Celtics had five key players on the court, and those were the ones who committed the fouls.
It may not have any impact now, but once the second half begins, especially in the fourth quarter, these players, each with several fouls on their hands, will definitely become Wang Xiucheng's main targets.
In Nash's view, trading a few points when the opponent has a temporary lead for a few more fouls committed by the opponent's key players is an acceptable trade.
After receiving the ball from Smart, Tatum dribbled twice and then passed it to Horford, who came out from the inside.
Tatum will block Claxton, who is following Horford.
After receiving the ball, Horford shot a three-pointer without hesitation.
Swish!
The basketball hit the bullseye.
The Celtics' lead turned into a 10-point advantage at 71-61.
This was the first time tonight that either team had a double-digit lead.
There are 47 seconds left in the first half.
Mazura stood in front of the scorer's table, clapping enthusiastically and shouting, "Pay attention to defense..."
Before he could finish shouting, Wang Xiucheng had already dribbled past him quickly with the ball.
Mazura was so fast he could feel a gust of wind brushing against his face, which made him stop speaking abruptly.
Wang Xiucheng, who had crossed the center line, was about to shoot in front of Smart when Smart jumped up to try to block the shot, but then realized something and managed to pull his hand back.
With a whoosh, the basketball flew over Smart's head.
Smart immediately turned around and looked. He felt that the height of the basketball was wrong; it shouldn't be a shot.
Sure enough, Westbrook received the basketball behind him, immediately turned around, and raised the ball to shoot.
A ruthless glint appeared on Smart's face. As he leaped high into the air, he reached out and slapped the basketball.
Westbrook knew he was behind him, but he still took the shot, which made Smart feel ignored.
After all, I am a DPOY!
However, Smart, who was in the air, saw Westbrook's basketball but didn't shoot. Instead, he held it up to his chest.
In an instant, a figure appeared beside Westbrook as if in a flash, turning sideways to catch the basketball.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the entire stadium, this person stood 90 degrees to the side of the basket, jumped up, twisted his body in mid-air, and hooked the basketball out with almost one hand.
With a whoosh, the basketball flew over the man's head, heading towards the basket, as if accompanied by the sound of wind.
Swish!
Damn!
beep!
The three voices sounded almost simultaneously.
The first sound was the crisp sound of the basketball hitting the net.
The second sound was the person's cry after being tackled.
The third sound is the referee's whistle.
At this moment, the fans realized that the person who was shooting with a hook shot, like a "skyhook," was Wang Xiucheng.
Smart, who was behind, tackled Westbrook to the ground, bringing Wang Xiucheng down with him.
The shout that Wang Xiucheng made just now sounded somewhat exaggerated.
So the fans started pressuring the referee, hoping to give Smart a flagrant foul 2 and send him off immediately.
Meanwhile, Westbrook, who was also lying on the ground, looked at Wang Xiucheng with a grim expression.
Because he felt that when he fell to the ground, he had pressed on Wang Xiucheng's leg.
He almost roughly shoved Smart away, then squatted down next to Wang Xiucheng and tentatively asked, "Are you alright, brother?"
Wang Xiucheng shook his head. "It hurts a little!"
Instantly, Westbrook felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
At this moment, all the players from both sides gathered around.
This startled both coaches, who rushed in immediately.
The referee blew his whistle as if it were free, for fear that something might actually happen.
O'Neal and Barkley stood there shouting into the microphone, seemingly anticipating a conflict.
That seems to be the only sport for real men!
Half a minute later, the group was separated, and Wang Xiucheng was supported by two team doctors as he carefully walked toward the players' tunnel.
After taking a couple of steps, Wang Xiucheng let go of the people on both sides and slowly started walking on his own.
This scene put the fans at the scene at ease, and it also put Nash at ease.
As long as you can walk on your own, there shouldn't be a big problem.