"Give the ball to Lin, do you understand, Delonte?"
Doc Rivers stares into Delonte West's eyes.
Delonte West replied angrily: "I understand, sir."
Just over five minutes into the game, the Celtics called the first timeout of the game.
It's not because the team is too far behind. In fact, the score on the court at this time is 12:6.
Relying on Lin Yu's two fadeaway jumpers and his successful restriction on Richard Jefferson, the Celtics were only 6 points behind.
The Celtics still have the ball. If they score in the next round, the point difference will be further reduced to 4 points or 3 points, a completely negligible point difference.
After the timeout, the Celtics changed players and Perkins came on the scene.
Olowokandi, however, acted as if he didn't care at all. As soon as he left the game, he sat at the end of the bench and went to chat with Brian Scalabrine.
Not only does he not care about his playing time, he doesn't even care about the games going on on the field. It can only be said that this guy's mind is no longer on basketball.
After the timeout, once halftime was over, Delonte West handed the ball to Lin Yu.
There is no way, Rivers has already asked so. If he still dominates the ball, he may be pushed to the end of the bench on the spot, just like Michael Olowokandi just now.
At the top of the arc, Lin Yu, who got the ball as he wished, faced Richard Jefferson's defense. This time, he had as much as 16 seconds to attack.
Two consecutive under-crotch dribbles at the top of the arc. The Nets did not send a second player to help defend. Lin Yu's offensive space was terrifyingly large.
He broke through with a short body, took advantage of the blessing of peak Kobe Bryant, overcame Richard Jefferson's defense, directly pulled up and shot, and another fadeaway jumper!
"Fadeaway jump shot!"
boom!
"Didn't get in!"
The ball didn't go in, and the rebound was picked up by Kidd who rushed to the basket. Lin Yu threw his hands away with some annoyance.
"The fight was too casual..."
Lin Yu clearly knew why this goal was not scored. Although he had the blessing of peak Kobe Bryant, he still had to meticulously cut through the defense in front of him with every shot.
In other words, even at his peak, Kobe Bryant would have a miserable experience of 17-for-47 shooting.
"I told you, you can't score again!"
Richard Jefferson kept chattering some rubbish. Lin Yu didn't care much about it, but this guy couldn't get the ball and he was always guarding the air, which was very boring.
In order not to let himself get bored, Lin Yu decided to find something to do for himself.
"I've already made two goals against your defense!"
"I only know that you hit the ball just now, and there was a loud bang, and the entire Continental Center heard it."
This guy even had a voiceover. Lin Yu felt like laughing when he heard it, but he held it back and continued to yell at her: "I can make iron, but you don't even have a chance to make iron!"
"I don't know how to hit the iron, because I can only hit all the balls. Listen clearly, it's all the balls!"
"Then you will vote?"
So far in this game, Jefferson has not taken a shot, shooting 0-for-0 from the field. Compared with Lin Yu, who made 2-for-3 from the field, he is indeed not qualified to laugh at Lin Yu.
Because Lin Yu only missed one shot.
"Give me the ball!"
Richard Jefferson couldn't hold it in any longer and started asking for the ball.
But there was not much offensive time left in this round. Jibu Gong had already passed the ball and it was given to Kostic inside.
In front of Kostic, there was a chance to score directly. He seized it, avoided Perkins' interference, and hit a layup.
"Next round, I'll hit a shot over your head!"
Jefferson stared at Lin Yu, who stayed in the backcourt and received Perkins' pass.
Slowly controlling the frontcourt, it was Richard Jefferson who defended him.
After Lin Yu talked to him, this guy started talking more trash. He stared at the basketball in Lin Yu's hand and continued to spit out sweet things.
Lin Yu stood up on the spot and shot a three-pointer.
This was something Jefferson didn't expect. He thought Lin Yu would break through first and then shoot a fadeaway jumper.
As a result, Lin Yu made a direct hit from outside the three-point line.
Jefferson, who didn't react in time, watched Lin Yu hit his face and shoot the three-pointer.
Whoosh!
The Celtics bench was boiling instantly!
"The three-pointer from the front is in!"
"Richard Jefferson was humiliated by the yank. He didn't react at all. When he raised his head, his eyes could only stare at China Lin's crotch."
"14:9, the score difference has narrowed to 5 points."
Jason Kidd controlled the ball, and after halftime, Richard Jefferson asked for the ball very strongly.
"Jefferson is going to pay back one, let's see if China Lin will give him this opportunity."
Of course, Lin Yu would not give Jefferson a chance to score. Of course, he also knew very well that the normal Jefferson would not even consider playing in isolation with the ball.
As long as Kidd is here, it's enough to wait for the cake.
But obviously, Lin Yu angered this guy, which was the result Lin Yu wanted to see. He finally had something to do on the defensive end.
With his long arms spread out, Jefferson was completely enveloped by him.
He watched Jefferson keep hitting the basketball, and then he had the urge to steal the ball.
"With the blessing of peak Kobe, do you also have some ideas of peak Kobe to a certain extent?"
Lin Yu has watched some of Kobe's games, and he knows that Kobe likes to try some gambling steals, but he himself is very resistant to this more impulsive defensive method.
Therefore, this so-called experience card can actually affect your own thoughts and judgments...
Lin Yu resolutely rejected these influences. He remained unmoved and continued to stand firmly in front of Jefferson.
But the next second, he suddenly found an opportunity to steal the ball, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
His right hand reached out like lightning, his fingertips clearly touched the basketball, he tapped it gently, and he shot the ball directly.
"The ball dropped!"
Charles Barkley just yelled, then stretched his neck and stared at the center of the court.
When he saw Lin Yu leap out and grab the basketball, he shouted: "China Lin has completed the steal of Richard Jefferson, now is the opportunity for a solo fast break!"
Lin Yu rushed to the frontcourt, and then he had to face a choice, layup or dunk?
If it's a layup, everything is fine, but if it's a dunk, how should he explain his explosiveness and jumping?
As he sprinted, he hesitated.
But when he rushed to a position about one step inside the free throw line, he made up his mind.
"What the hell! Let's wait until we get it!"
He stepped hard on the floor with his feet, then jumped up, and his whole body was in the air!
"Is this a dunk?"
boom!
The basket rack shook three times, and Lin Yu started to scream strangely while hanging the basket.
"Nice buckle, Lin!"
"Kill them!"
The Celtics bench was boiling again, and white towels were flying in the sky.
Charles Barkley in the commentary box widened his eyes: "What the hell! (What the hell is going on!) China Lin dunked?"
"Yes, and it's a tomahawk chop! It's so handsome!" Kenny Smith didn't have as many ideas as Barkley. He only remembered one sentence, this is the place where miracles are born!
"It's 14:11, and the point difference is only 3 points. China Lin's three-point shot, steals and dunks have completely unleashed the momentum of the Celtics!"
"And what's surprising is that when Wally Szczerbiak was locked up by Carter, it was China Lin who stood up and dominated the Celtics. Counting the two fadeaway jumpers in the opening game,
Just halfway through the first quarter, he has already made 4 of 5 shots and scored 9 points in a single quarter!"
Off the court, Doc Rivers was also excited: "Tell Lin Yu to let him play like Kobe. He doesn't have to pass the ball, as long as he can prevent the Celtics from messing up!"
He refused to show off, and now the only one he could rely on was Lin Yu, who was rising like a dark horse.
So much so that now he doesn't care about Lin Yu's Kobe-style playing style.