After the opening ceremony, the game started at 7 p.m. sharp, and the crowd erupted in a small cheer when Bucks center Tim Thomas and Celtics center Mark Blunt battled for the ball in the center circle. For more than 100 days, the NBA has died down, and for those fans, this jump ball means a new beginning, and the new season is finally here.

Leon sat on the sidelines and took a deep breath to hear the cheers, the atmosphere made him a little excited, he recalled the feeling of watching football in the Garden Square as a child, and although the atmosphere was a hundred times crazier than it is now, the parquet floor of TD North Shore Garden still retains the flavor of those days.

"How does it feel, is it completely different from being in Summer League?" O'Brien, who was sitting next to Leon, asked Leon in a low voice that O'Brien was the interim head coach of the Celtics during the summer league, and Leon sat next to him at that time to make statistics.

"Yes, it feels a little hot and I don't like the tie around my neck. And it's so noisy that it's harder to concentrate than in the gym. Leon said and tugged at the bow tie around his neck, he didn't like to wear a tie.

"It's good to get used to it, but sitting on the bench in the NBA is a chore, testing your focus, patience and your ass...... Oh, what is this guy doing with Rodman. O'Brien's attention returned to the pitch.

Leon turned his head and saw the ball go out of the sideline, a pass from the Celtics was destroyed by a Bucks player, Rodman took the ball and sent the sideline, but he held the ball and chatted with a little girl on the sidelines, passed the ball out again when the referee was about to blow a five-second violation, and then continued to chat with the little girl.

Finally, Rodman shook hands with the little girl before returning to the court, and Kenny Anderson had already thrown the ball out of his hand, and with a "bang", the ball hit the left side of the basket, and Tim Thomas grabbed the backcourt rebound.

Leon looked at it and shook his head, Kenny Anderson is really not in good shape, the point guard who was born in 1970 is just in his early thirties, and he is the most experienced and contributing player at the No. 1 position, but only if he takes care of his body so that he can still use the parts after ten years of hard work in the league.

Apparently Kenny Anderson is not this kind of temperance guy.

The Bucks have launched an offensive and defensive transition offense, and their advance is fast, and Kenny Anderson is opposite Sam Cassel on the defensive line, an ugly but very capable player.

He received the ball from Thomas and dribbled quickly across the half, and Leon could see on the sidelines that the guy was fast and had a tricky line, and he advanced in front of Blunt who was returning and used Blunt to hinder Kenny Anderson's pursuit - and Anderson didn't try to defend it well.

As soon as Cassel got close to the three-point line, he slowed down, protected the ball, and hit Kenny Anderson behind him with his butt, who had completely lost his defensive position, and Sam Cassel pushed Anderson away and hit a mid-range shot near the free throw line on the left side.

"Good shots, good pacing...... Kenny is in a worrying state, and I don't know if he's been to a nightclub lately. O'Brien said as he looked at Kassel's attack and scratched his head.

is also a direct attack from the point guard, Anderson is completely forced to shoot, and before the ball leaves his fingertips, Leon knows that there is a chance that the ball will not go in. And Cassel was unhurried, while observing the running position of his teammates, while using his body to create shooting space for himself, and easily hit two points, which is enough to see the difference in state between the two people.

Leon didn't answer O'Brien's words, but he knew that Kenny Anderson had been focused on the divorce lawsuit with his wife recently, and it didn't seem that he would have the extra energy to go to nightclubs and sing late. But obviously, he didn't train very hard in the summer, and for a professional footballer, the form of the new game is directly proportional to the amount of sweat you shed in the summer.

After three rounds, the Celtics were in a mess, and Rodman didn't know what was going on in his head, and although he didn't talk to anyone again, his attention was obviously not on the game, but kept squeezing his eyebrows at the audience.

Anderson was out of game, giving up on the initiative after attempting a mid-range jumper, and it looked like he knew he wasn't in shape. In comparison, the Bucks' guard line is in good shape, and Sam Cassel, the point guard who won the championship with the team when he first entered the league in 1994, has a natural old ball skin temperament, without Anderson's flashy dribbling and breaking, just calm distribution and cunning shot options.

With two minutes and 26 seconds left in the first quarter, Cassel blocked and dribbled slowly, and then a cross diverted the ball wide to Ray Allen in the bottom corner, who hit a three-point shot. The score became 9-2, and the Bucks led by seven points.

"It's fast, it's steady." Leon held his chin and watched Ray Allen's three-point shot and thought to himself.

It's the sharpest three-point shooter he's seen so far, with his calves providing stability and plenty of elasticity, and his toned abs and deltoid muscles act like a chassis and tripod, allowing the ball to stick as sharp as a knife into the center of the opponent's position.

Leon flipped through the notebook, briefly drew the basic pose of Ray Allen with dots and lines on the blank page, and then pointed out a few key points, which used to be just watching the video, but now being able to observe Ray Allen's shooting up close, Leon wanted to reveal the secret with his own eyes.

O'Brien couldn't sit still, he started to get up from the bench, he didn't want to call a timeout, the pre-season needed to give the players more time to adapt and adjust, but the players were really not in good shape, he had to remind them.

But O'Brien opened his mouth and realized that he couldn't speak out loud, and his throat was swollen like a walnut. He licked his lips, pointed to Vogel, who was sitting on the field, and then said into his ear: "Tell them to run, pay attention to the defense, and press the defense to play." ”

Celtic are lazy on the field, which is something that Pitino's team should not have, and pressing the whole court is one of his founding principles.

Vogel looked a little nervous, although he loves basketball, but yelling at the court like a head coach is not for everyone, especially in such a formal court, you need to get rid of distractions like a high school coach and teach those stars who are worth millions or tens of millions.

"Run, strengthen the defense, press all over the court, speed up your speed, don't be lazy." Vogel shouted as loudly as he could, but in the noisy arena, the sound and tone seemed like a muddy cow in the sea. The players on the field ignored him, what should be or what should be.

Vogel looked back at O'Brien as a child messing up the task given to him by the teacher, pursed his lips tightly and frowned, O'Brien shook his head at him and motioned for him to go back to the bench and sit down.

O'Brien hooked his hand at Leon again, and Leon was still there studying Ray Allen's shooting posture diagram, but he still saw O'Brien's gesture in his spare eye, and he closed his notebook and walked straight to the sideline.

O'Brien hooked his shoulder and bit his ear and said, "Tell them to run, pay attention to the defense, and press the defense to play." ”

Leon looked at O'Brien and said, "They can't listen, how can I let them play tight defense after shouting twice on the sidelines, I can let them play a tight defense at most." ”

"Okay, then let them cheer up, if you can do it." O'Brien's voice grew quieter, and his throat couldn't take it.

Leon walked close to the sideline, he was majestic, standing with his hands on his chest, although he could only be regarded as a small man in the NBA, where giants were full of giants, but he looked like an old coach in terms of momentum.

He didn't rush to call at the players, but paid attention to the situation on the court, this time it was the Celtics attacking, the ball was in Walker's hands, and he faced the Bucks' star Glenn Robinson one-on-one with his back at 45 degrees on the right side, which was a duel between the two teams.

Leon knew that this was not the time to speak up, but to let the players deal with the situation, and Walker also felt that it was necessary to get out of the swim and need a booster, so he snuggled up to Robinson, and after two probes, he suddenly turned inside, and hit the basket with a nimble little step, and then withstood Tim Thomas's defense and forced the ball into the basket.

"Yes!" Leon clenched his fists and yelled, then he put the two fingers of his right hand into his mouth and whistled loudly, then shouted, "Run! My－boys，Run！ (Run, boys!) ）”

Encouraged by Walker's layup, awakened by Leon's sudden whistles and slogans on the sidelines, and as if the players were just beginning to adapt to the game, the players suddenly became active and began to press the Bucks like crazy.

This made the Bucks very uncomfortable, and Kassel struggled through the half, but the pass was pulled out by Dennis Rodman, who was like a galloping wild horse, with two long legs and green hair, dribbling towards the empty half.

When Rodman easily dunked the ball into the basket, TD North Shore Garden Arena finally started to heat up a bit, reaching a small climax where some fans wearing Rodman 71 began to wave everything they could.

After scoring the goal, Rodman ran back with his head held high and ran back with his characteristic high leg raising posture, and when he ran to the vicinity of the Celtic coach's box, Leon stretched out his left hand, and Rodman tacitly used his left hand to hit him, without superfluous movements, not even eye contact, and seemed to have been working together for more than ten years.

“More－Defense！ (Defend the ground harder!) Leon called the shots like a real coach, and the Celtics were finally starting to find their groove in the preseason.