As the game deepened, the two sides began a large-scale rotation, and in the middle of the first quarter, the main players began to leave the court one after another, and those substitutes and newcomers got the opportunity to show their faces.

Leon returned to his seat, and the manager's addiction lasted only five minutes, but it gave Leon some taste.

Then he began to focus his attention on the two sides, after switching to the second lineup, the attack and defense on both sides played a little messy, and the rookie substitutes hoped that they could have a good performance on this occasion to win the favor of the coach and management and strive for more opportunities.

Although Pitino did not direct from the sidelines, he sat in the audience and watched the game up close.

Michael Reid replaced regular defender Brian Stich in the fourth minute for the first time he actually set foot on the North Shore Gardens arena.

Affected by a left knee injury, Reid did nothing in Summer League and lost an opportunity to prove himself to the team. While many first-round picks opted out of Summer League, an underdog like Reed was eager to show himself to let people know that the Celtics didn't make a bad decision to pick him with the 11th pick.

He was well trained for the next two months and was the hardest working team in training camp, practicing his shooting every day, using his left hand, which was not his dominant hand, again and again. Although the posture is ugly and strange, the hit rate is getting more and more stable day by day.

Unfortunately, there was a slight boo from the sidelines when Reed came on the court, and it looked like Boston fans weren't welcoming the mediocre rookie, with many still stubbornly believing in the need to pick an interior player.

Leon looked at Reed's back and knew he was a little nervous, because whenever he was nervous, he would rub his ass with his hands constantly, or rub his hands together. Leon also hopes that Reed can perform well, because this is the rookie he likes and recommends, and Leon sees the sweat and hard work that Reed puts in every day.

Reed is opposite the Bucks' leading guard, Ray Allen, and the coach still keeps him on the court, which is a challenge for Reed. This is a true, unbeatable shooter who just made the All-Star last season, shooting 42.3 percent from three-point range and making 172 three-pointers this season.

Calm, efficient, and quite a killer, Leon sat on the sidelines and watched Ray Allen's jump shot, and he could feel the sharp momentum in the sword-like shot.

In the first quarter, Ray Allen had already hit two three-pointers, and when Reed came on the court, the Bucks' first offense, Ray Allen received the ball at the top of the arc and hit a three-point starter.

Reed lost his way in Allen's figure-eight lap run, and when Allen made a three-point shot, he could only symbolically raise his hand and watch the basketball hollow into the net.

Conversely, Reid couldn't find his place on the Celtics' offense, and when he first touched the ball, he stood three steps outside the three-point line and didn't know what to do, and finally passed the ball back to Vitaly Potapanko, who stepped forward to pick up the inside post - a pointless pass.

"The gap between them is like the sun and the moon......" is Leon's inner assessment, and although such an evaluation is unfair to Reed, the difference in their performance on the court is the same.

A precise, ruthless killer and ignorant daredevil, but at the end of the first quarter, Reed's stats were 0 and he couldn't even contribute a single foul.

Reed looked rather depressed after the game, he draped a towel over his head, sweat kept pouring down, he looked up at the technical statistics on the big central screen - all of them were zeros, and he lowered his head again.

Leon didn't go up to comfort him, saying something like "it's okay, it's always like this for the first time", he walked up to Reed and asked, "Why don't you rush inside bravely?" What are you waiting for? ”

Reed had two shots in the first quarter, one three-pointer and one long-range two-pointer, both of which were rushed shots without much processing, and he seemed eager to prove his shooting ability against Ray Allen, after all, he practiced so many times in training camp just to show off his skills in the game.

In the face of Leon's questioning, Reed did not speak, he had the best relationship with Leon in the team, every day shooting and practice, Leon would stand aside and watch, no pen or paper, and after the end he could tell Reed how many he shot, how many he scored, what the shooting percentage was, what was yesterday's shooting percentage, and what was the difference in the success rate in each position.

Reed had long known that Leon was a magical man, and he was no longer surprised by this, and when he heard Leon's questioning, he felt very uncomfortable.

Leon squatted down, looked into Reed's eyes and said to him: "Kill to the inside line, use your body, enter one, and when the first one arrives, the rest will be natural." With that, Leon touched Reed's head, then sat back in his place and continued to scribble in his notebook.

After that, Reed didn't get a chance to play for the entire second quarter, perhaps because O'Brien wasn't happy with Reed's performance, or because there were too many people who needed to go on the court for a lap.

Things didn't get any better for Reed in the second half, O'Brien seemed to have forgotten him in the corner of the bench, and the team changed players, even Doug Overton at the end of the bench got a chance to play - the point guard who had been in the league for many years and was like a mouse looked more confident on the court than Reed.

In the fourth quarter, the Celtics had trailed the Bucks by 14 points at 75-89, and the Milwaukees had an absolute advantage on the outside, and when Cassel, Ray Allen, and Robinson, the big dog, were on the court, their ferocious firepower on the outside made the Celtics' tight defense useless.

Rodman also didn't get any more playing time after the first quarter, and he didn't need to prove anything in this kind of game, and he could read the newspaper from the sidelines.

Reed is different, he can't wait to get on the pitch but can't.

Finally, when two minutes into the fourth quarter, Bucks head coach George Karl reintroduced Ray Allen and was about to put the last few nails in the Celtics' coffin, O'Brien waved his hand, pointed at Reed and said, "Get ready to play, Reed, replace Carl, be a little more aggressive." ”

Reed slammed into his feet from the bench and took off his coat to get ready to play.

"This kid is a little impatient, I hope he can play a little better, otherwise I'm afraid the Boston fans will kill you." O'Brien looked at Reed, who was hurrying on the field, and said to Leon beside him.

Leon knew that O'Brien was polishing Reed, and in this respect O'Brien was better than Pitino, he was more tolerant and strategic to the newcomers, and the small refrigeration filled Reed with the flame of struggle, and his mind was full of thoughts about going on the court and slashing twenty points to help the team turn around.

But Leon's words calmed Reed, and he said to Reed: "First goal, boy, don't think about it, score a goal." ”

Leon is not an experienced basketball coach and has no experience of playing games, but he knows that Reed needs a goal to calm himself down and break that restlessness, and he can see Reed's frowning brow like a gourd, compared to Ray Allen, who is chewing gum, as calm as ice.

Soon Reed got the ball in the offense, he was in an active position on the left side, jammed Ray Allen with his body, his teammates put the ball in his hands, Reed took the ball and turned to face the basket, his broad shoulders ensured the safety of the ball, and after pushing Allen, he suddenly used his left hand to rush through the middle to the basket!

A rough and ferocious breakthrough, Reed's body was unexpectedly strong, the injury to his left knee did not hinder his strength, the shoulder opened the way, and even used his arm, he fought all the way to the basket against Ray Allen.

Reed's breakthrough was unexpected by Ray Allen, he lost his defensive center of gravity at the beginning, and finally Reed was pushed to the inside line can no longer effectively interfere with him, and the Bucks interior line is not actively supplementing, Reed forced a layup with his left hand, and the ball rolled around the basket and finally fell inside.

An unpretentious and brutal goal, and Michael Reed's first goal in the NBA, from this one, everything began to fall into place. Running, ball-handling, break-throughs, three-pointers, all the things he learned in college and in training camp came back little by little, and in the limited time of the fourth quarter, he finally settled into the game like an NBA player.

Reid looked at Leon on the sidelines, and finally a smile on his face, regardless of the outcome of the game, confidence began to grow in the young man, and he began to use his slightly bizarre posture to throw a long-range shot, such a shot TD North Shore Garden fans still need to get used to.

On the sidelines, Leon watched that the first work of his basketball career was about to start to get rough, and his heart was not only relaxed, he opened his notebook next to the page where he drew the shot of Ray Allen, and used lines and dots to depict Reed's shooting posture, and at the same time, Leon also used a pen to draw the outline of the two, although it was a few simple strokes, but it was very expressive. Leon's level of drawing, like his mathematics, is beyond the level of ordinary people.

It's just that these two pictures are atmospheric and weird.

One is a sharp, snow-white ice sword, and the other is a scimitar that has not yet been sharpened.

I don't know how fast this sword can be, I don't know when this sword will be stained with blood.

I don't know when this left-arm fast knife hand will be able to catch up with the gentleman's sword that seals the throat with a sword.