Coach Stevens took a deep breath, straightened his back, and scanned every player with his sharp eyes.
He could feel that something was wrong on the court, like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.
He turned around and signaled to the assistant coach, who understood and called a timeout.
He looked at his team members, all of them looked like defeated roosters. He had to find a way to encourage them and get them to regain their fighting spirit.
"Look at you!" Stevens shouted.
"You are like a bunch of cowards! You are our hope, you can't give up so easily!"
His words pierced the hearts of the team members like needles.
"A mere Brooklyn guy beats you up like this?"
Stevens used the harshest words to stimulate the players.
"Don't forget, this is the North Shore Garden Arena, our home court!"
His voice was like the lights of the North Shore Garden Arena, illuminating the darkness in the hearts of the players.
"Look at yourselves, are you defeated? Or are you just temporarily behind?"
His words were like a gust of wind, blowing the dull hearts of the team members, their eyes began to light up, and their bodies began to move.
"You are fighters, you are our hope, you can't give up so easily!"
The team members began to motivate each other, and their bodies burned like fire.
Coach Stevens felt very satisfied when he saw this scene.
He knew his players had bounced back from their setbacks.
They may still face difficulties, but they already have the courage and confidence to face the challenges.
Returning to the field, the Celtics' soldiers began to press the defense and actively run tactics, without the previous decline.
Their enthusiasm and fighting spirit were ignited by the coach's words, and everyone seemed to be injected with new strength.
Their defense is like an iron wall, making it difficult for opponents to break through, while their offense is like a violent storm, making it impossible for opponents to parry.
Brooklyn players were surprised to face such a Celtics team.
They originally thought this game was a sure win.
But now it seems that they are going to face a tough battle.
They were severely hampered offensively, and the Celtics' defense was like an iron wall that prevented them from breaking through.
"It's time to show the true strength of the championship team!"
Bai Qiang said to the running team members.
His voice echoed on the court and reached the ears of every player clearly.
They knew that this was telling them that it was time to show their true strength.
When the team members heard Bai Qiang's words, their blood boiled instantly and their fighting spirit was high.
They know that they cannot give up so easily and they must try their best to win.
Bai Qiang's words were like a warm wind blowing through the hearts of the team members. Their eyes began to light up and their bodies began to move.
They straightened their backs and clenched their fists, like a group of warriors preparing for battle.
Harden brought the ball across half court and passed it to Bai Qiang inside.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Qiang.
Harden's pass was accurate. After Bai Qiang received the ball, he was not afraid of the two defensive players. He dribbled the ball and broke through quickly, one step, two steps...
"boom!"
Bai Qiang's body collided with the Celtics inside player, his eyes were firm, like a wild beast.
"Quick attack! Quick attack!"
The Nets' bench players shouted loudly, and their voices echoed through the entire arena like a unified voice.
Bai Qiang fought hard in the paint and tried his best, not only for himself, but also for the entire team.
"Bang!"
Bai Qiang pushed past Williams III and scored with a one-handed dunk!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Qiang, their eyes full of surprise and admiration.
Bai Qiang's performance shocked them, and his courage and determination amazed them.
The team's morale was stimulated and their fighting spirit was ignited.
They know that as long as they don't give up and as long as they try their best, they can win the away game!
"Fuck you!" Williams III roared loudly, clenching his fists tightly, and the muscles of his body were like springs, immediately bouncing up from the ground, "Don't give up!"
His voice echoed in the arena like a huge wave.
He didn't have time to emo and immediately launched a side kick.
The ball was accurately passed to Smart, who quickly moved forward after receiving the ball.
His eyes were wide open, like an angry wild beast, exuding strong fighting spirit and anger.
The Celtics' offensive tactics include the center holding the ball at the top of the arc and the defender sliding to the baseline.
Smart used Gibson's pick-and-roll, then received a pass from Williams III and made a three-pointer!
"You have no basket!"
Bai Qiang shouted towards Smart.
Although there is still some distance between him and Smart, Bai Qiang hopes to make his opponents lose their confidence in shooting through verbal interference.
Smart couldn't help but feel a little shaken when he heard Bai Qiang's words.
The meaty Curry had a mediocre touch in this game, and his shots continued to improve.
Bai Qiang's verbal interference was very effective. Smart's hands began to shake and his shooting movements became stiff and unnatural.
"哐~" The clear sound of striking came, and Bai Qiang collected the rebound.
He still did not forget to provoke:
"Man, your shooting sucks!"
Smart gradually became irritable, and like a furious beast, he rushed towards Bai Qiang.
His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to eat Bai Qiang alive.
Bai Qiang couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Smart's reaction.
He didn't expect that his verbal interference would make Smart so angry.
But Bai Qiang was not afraid. He straightened his back and faced Smart.
Smart wanted to grab the rebound, but Bai Qiang defended the ball with determination and determination in his eyes.
The strength of the two of them started a duel, and the air around them seemed to be shaking, as if even the air was about to be torn apart.
"Grandpa won't be with you anymore!"
After saying that, Bai Qiang tried his best to pull the basketball over.
This is good, it’s powerful!
Bai Qiang and Smart were dragged over, and the latter knelt on his knees, so embarrassed!
"Fuck!" Smart yelled, and he was not willing to crawl around on the floor, trying to get the ball back.
But Bai Qiang stood as still as a mountain. He held the ball tightly and his eyes were bright.
The screen zoomed in, and the camera focused on Bai Qiang's hands and ball.
It was a thick and powerful hand with bulging veins, holding the basketball tightly.
His eyes were firm and resolute, as if to say: "This is my victory!"
The referee blew the whistle and ran over quickly, grabbing Bai Qiang and Smart.
He fears the bitter confrontation could turn into a larger conflict.
Bai Qiang nodded towards the referee, indicating that he had no problem.
He still holds the ball tightly and doesn't intend to let go easily.
Smart glared at Bai Qiang angrily, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.
He wanted to prove himself in this game, but Bai Qiang kept provoking him.
Bai Qiang did not flinch. He met Smart's eyes, as if he was challenging the opponent's limits.
He knows that the outcome of this game will not depend on him alone, nor will it depend on Smart alone.
"Fuck you, man!"
Smart cursed and punched Bai Qiang, and he became angry with embarrassment.
The scene freezes on Smart's waving fist and Bai Qiang's face approaching.
At this moment, the eyes of both people were full of determination and fighting spirit.
Their figures intertwined under the light, like two beasts about to collide.
All surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only the sharp breathing and heartbeat.
Bai Qiang's eyes showed a kind of determination and courage, and he rushed forward to meet Smart's fist.
Their bodies hit each other hard with a loud bang.
The audience cheered wildly, attracted by this fierce confrontation...
