The Spurs team a few months ago was still terrifyingly stable.
A few months ago, Chen Feng came to San Antonio in a suit and tie. This small city where people live and work in peace and contentment showed a moving brilliance in front of him.
A few months ago, my young mind felt that everything I wanted about basketball was within easy reach.
After that, there was the long and depressing life on the bench, and all the words that originally blessed him with flowers became illusory and powerless.
The humiliating nickname of "people come crazy" followed.
But tonight, after getting that system, Chen Feng seemed to be completely transformed again.
The first time was with spiritual perseverance and the goal of hard work, and the second time is now with psychological maturity!
After Westbrook passed the ball just now, he paid more attention to Chen Feng.
After being "tortured" for such a long time, this guy seems to be the same as before. Just like in the previous games, as long as you give him a chance, he can hit.
He looked at Chen Feng, and the trash talk continued: "You see, you just hit a ball. The NBA is not as simple as you think... You can never catch the ball again, because you are just a
It’s just rubbish.”
Chen Feng gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Whether I am trash or not, I will let you use humiliation to see clearly again."
After saying this, he suddenly stood near the top of the arc. This position is usually where Tim Duncan would pick-and-roll for Tony Pacoro. Now that Chen Feng was standing here, Mills immediately understood and directly
The ball passed him.
The Thunder accidentally let Mills slip in from the right.
Westbrook also glanced at Mills, turned sideways and prepared to intercept Mills' passing route. However, at that moment, the Thunder's heavily deployed inside line came to block, and Mills saw that there was no way ahead.
, the forward passing route is blocked.
He thought of Chen Feng again, and then, after a not flashy but practical pass, the basketball came into Chen Feng's hands again.
"No way...it's Chinese again." The audience's eyes widened.
"Although he just made a shot, for a player like him, luck cannot help him for the rest of his life." The audience obviously did not believe Chen Feng.
**Vicci crossed his arms over his chest and looked thoughtful.
"Bullshit! Don't try to score on my head in the same way!" Westbrook was already angry when he saw Chen Feng receiving the pass. He jumped up in front of Chen Feng with all his strength.
His hands covered the front of Chen Feng. Although he was a little shorter than Chen Feng, he had no doubt that his ball would not cover Chen Feng.
So, in front of everyone's eyes, the situation became that Chen Feng was preparing for a jump shot, but when he encountered Westbrook's interception, he converted the jump shot into a fadeaway jumper.
"I have to say that this guy's shooting is indeed very handsome, but such a difficult fadeaway jumper... He is not Jordan, nor is he Kobe." The audience saw that the angle between Chen Feng's body and the ground was only more than 70 degrees.
The jump shot is not promising at all.
However, Chen Feng was fearless.
He abandoned all panic that the ball might be blocked, and instead used all his feelings about the basket to push the basketball out.
So, under everyone's gaze, Chen Feng's fadeaway jumper gracefully threw the basketball. He himself couldn't help but fall to the ground due to his habitual strength.
However, the basketball was higher than Westbrook's head, and after crossing a brilliant parabola, it plunged into the flowers!
"Whoa!" The flowers were flying everywhere like frightened dandelions.
"Oh! ***!" Several male spectators couldn't stand the excitement for a while, stood up high, waved their fists and shouted.
"Roar!" Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, hammered his chest. The smell of scoring a goal filled the ground.
"Go in again! Go in again!" The teammates beside the basketball court were a little helpless, but more admirable. At the beginning, he was treated like a king, but he still didn't give up. As long as he was given a chance, he could still hit the target.
Shoot!
"This is how I score." Chen Feng stood up, glanced at Westbrook, said a few words and ran back to half court.
Westbrook was holding his breath and ran across the court. He was about to get angry, but Kevin Durant, who was resting next to the court, suddenly said to him: "Pay attention to defense, that Chinese is not that simple."
After hearing what his good brother said, Westbrook grunted and vowed to take revenge on Chen Feng.
But he had no chance for the next ball, because the basketball was handed to the Thunder's inside line. Serge Ibaka missed the shot and the rebound went to the Spurs.
At this time, the Thunder had not fully reacted. Mills had already grabbed the basketball and quickly rushed to the backcourt.
Seeing Mills running with the basketball, Chen Feng immediately turned around and ran without thinking.
He wants a chance.
For a player like him, playing time is his life. With playing time, many things are possible. As for the two-year, 00,000 contract, Chen Feng knows that as long as the team is willing, he can buy it at any time.
It is discontinued and is only guaranteed for one year.
For this playing time, he can even fight desperately. If it were the regular season, Chen Feng believes that he can enter the rotation, but now it is the Western Conference Finals.
No player is willing to show up on such a big occasion. Chen Feng wants more than just regular playing time, he wants everything he can get!
He just hit two mid-range shots. If he can strike while the iron is hot, if he can help the team advance to the finals, he can be used in more important ways, and maybe he can get guidance from the team's two leading guards (Parker and Ginobili).
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Moreover, Chen Feng was selected from the London Olympics. He always believed that he represented not only himself, but also his 16 compatriots.
As a great country, can we really only have one All-Star in Dayao?
Chen Feng is such a person. He can be bad or scoundrel. He doesn't even have a good impression of the China Sports Bureau.
But he still remembers what Brother Yao said to him when he came here.
"Chinese people have to earn their own face!"
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So, he almost didn't want to die!
Chen Feng on the court ran through half the court like the wind. He ran desperately to the place where he was best, the mid-range area on the right wing, where he was most confident, which meant that his shooting percentage increased by 5%.
place of success
At this time, Mills was even left behind by him.
Westbrook also caught up, and Mills once again passed the basketball to Chen Feng's hands.
Because at this time, he is the only one closest to the basket.
Facing the basket, Chen Feng jumped up again without hesitation, and Westbrook also caught up in the air.
Chen Feng was in the sky, but he was still fearless. If his hands were slightly folded in the air, Westbrook would not be able to cover him, but would hit his hands.
When the whistle sounded for a foul, Chen Feng's body once again made a difficult and graceful fadeaway jumper.
The basketball flew out again.
In everyone's almost dull eyes, the basketball flipped into the ball again!
The intoxicating sound of the basketball rubbing against the basket sounded softly, and Chen Feng fell to the ground.
Within one minute and eleven seconds, Chen Feng made three of three shots!
"Wow~" Seeing this difficult shot, even the audience who were still booing Chen Feng had to admit that this guy did a great job, but he was his opponent, so they could only give out strong comments.
Abuse and catcalls.
Several players on the Spurs bench also stood up and applauded.
Chen Feng pulled the jersey on his chest fiercely, and the fire in his chest seemed to spread to every drop of blood in his body!
At this moment, the bright lights were like mercury, filling the entire stadium, and finally, he heard the cheers of the fans.
After making three out of three shots, everyone's eyes changed a lot when they looked at Chen Feng.
This is an America dominated by pragmatism, where all a person's impressions can completely change in an instant.
The Chen Feng from before was forgotten by everyone. The one they were cheering for now was the Chen Feng who made three out of three shots.
Mills came to Chen Feng and stretched out his right hand.
Chen Feng glanced at him, somewhat unexpectedly stretched out his right hand, shook his hand tightly, and then stood up.
All in all, since I came to the Spurs, this is one of the rare times when I have found a sense of presence.
"Man... well done!" Mills smiled at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng also nodded towards him, the feeling of hitting three balls lingering in his heart.
It's not that he didn't hit three times in a row, but the situation was completely different. This was Game 7 of the Western Conference Finals, and it was Westbrook who had been defending Chen Feng.
Chen Feng was hit three times and knocked out of the baseline once by a dunk. If you can still stand up after such a blow, then you can really get respect!
It was also at this moment that Chen Feng slowly entered everyone's field of vision and was recognized by everyone!
For the two most important games in the Western Conference, the sixth and seventh games of the Western Conference Finals, Chen Feng performed well. One time he proved that he could score on Durant, and the other time he proved a player's courage and
will.
The referee gave Chen Feng an extra penalty, so he stood on the free throw line. He took a deep breath. This was his 11th free throw after entering the NBA. He made 10 of the first 11 free throws.
Maybe two seconds later, he slowly lifted the basketball over his head, and a pushing force came from his toes and passed to his hands.
Use your middle finger as the main force-generating finger to push gently.
"Whoa!" The basketball spun and fell into the basket accurately.
Chen Feng successfully scored a two-plus-one, and the score became 25:31. The Spurs were still six points behind.
