The Trail Blazers relied on a three-pointer from Ye Feng who didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional to kill the Rockets and take a 2-1 lead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut the next game is the home court of the Rockets, and as long as it's the opponent's home court, you never know what's going to happen in the middle of the game. After all, many teams will be weakened on the road, that is not their territory, and it is difficult to play, so the home and away win rates of each team are very different every year.

is still full of red throughout the field of vision, or the fans with Texas-style slogans and voices, Ye Feng has already felt numb, now when he throws free throws, even if there are hundreds of people behind him knocking on the inflatable stick to interfere with him, he also feels that it is just a bunch of cabbage, and the goal that should be scored still has to be scored. This time McMillan took the lead in the lineup, and he didn't want to play a boring defensive battle with the Rockets, which of course didn't mean he gave up on defense, just promoted Fernandez to the starting lineup. Blake's performance in the last game couldn't satisfy him, and the organization was just handed over to Roy, and he couldn't shoot three-pointers, so what do you want?

Blake calmly accepted the manager's arrangement, and he was also annoyed by his poor performance in the last game, which was clearly a punishment, and he had to take it obediently. Playing a professional game is not a good place, you will not see that you don't play well and put you on the court to make a mess for the team, survival of the fittest is the most suitable law, unless you are a super rookie like Durant who can give up his record to cultivate, and Blake is not. As one of the older players on the team, Blake knows that he is not qualified to bargain, and the regular season is fine, but this is the playoffs, it is a hell that can crush all the bones, and if you don't play well, you shouldn't play, he knows.

The Rockets still haven't changed the starter, Adelman is a stubborn old man, but the Rockets' roster has nothing to replace to mention, and without Maddie, I always feel a little stretched. Although Artest made up for some of the scoring gaps, and Brooks also turned on the convulsions for two consecutive games, only Maddy was the one with unlimited shooting rights on the team, even if he was not in good form this season. Adelman has a better chance of winning when he's on the court, but now he's left to fight to the death defensively against his opponents, which is a strange thing for an attacking master.

Ye Feng played awkwardly, probably because the loss in the last game made Artest very faceless, after all, his defender scored 23 points and he only scored 15 points himself. Maddie isn't there, he's rightfully the number two man in the Rockets, or does he himself consider himself to be number one? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's No. 1 or No. 2, he only has one idea in this game, and that is to let Ye Feng suffer a little. This is a mentality that many players who have been in the NBA for many years have, they look down on rookies who have just entered the league, and if the rookies perform well when they are in the right position, they have to find ways to get it back, as if they forget that they were also such a rookie who was disliked by the old players in the opposite position, and they repaired it over and over again in various unexpected ways.

Artest still wants to have a face, he can't do it with black feet like Bowen, what he likes most is to work directly with you on his shoulders, and it doesn't matter if you fight to the death. But Ye Feng is really annoying, he continues his no-ball style of play that looks like he has no kind of at Artest, and this kind of offensive method can also arouse the anger of the opponent, because he will feel that he is out of breath but he can't catch a corner of your clothes, and can only watch you run to the empty position to catch the ball, and then hit the shot, this kind of wasted feeling is something that no one will like.

Artest started to get a little angry, and his movements gradually increased, but not to the point where he was about to be whistled for a foul. However, Ye Feng was very uncomfortable, the collision between the two muscular men was not a pleasant thing, Artest always made some dangerous moves, so that he had to open his eyes and observe carefully, and then directly dodged, and then hit a few balls on the offensive end as revenge. Artest's moves are all actions that cause serious consequences before being blown off, such as grabbing a rebound with a horizontal elbow, or pushing and shoving when the interior is scrambling. Ye Feng hasn't learned to fake a shameless fall, and he can't fall out, and the little pride in his personality makes him disdain to do such a thing, and he will only fight hard with his opponent, or directly dodge.

But Ye Feng's dodge made Artest even more aggressive, and his range of movements became larger and larger, and the referee couldn't stand it and gave him a personal foul. However, this penalty did not make Artest relent, he still pasted it as always, slowed down Ye Feng's speed with tough movements, and gave him a steal or block. Ye Feng felt very irritated by such a kraft candy that was as hard as a stone, and Artest's rude words buzzed in his ears like a disgusting fly, making people want to throw the ball directly and beat him again.

In the last round of the second quarter, Roy stealed, Ye Feng attacked quickly, Artest chased after him like a madman, and everyone who saw it felt that he must have staked his life, and the speed of running seemed to return to the years when he was selected by the Bulls. Ye Feng's fast attack is not easy to block, his pace is very large, and the dribble rush does not slow down his forward speed, and he doesn't notice that someone is desperately chasing after him all the way. Artest's eyes were red when he looked at the Trail Blazers' No. 3 jersey close at hand, he didn't care whether this guy had a friendship with Yao Ming or not, now he only had one thought, and that was to stop this fast break. It's a common problem with a lot of defenders, who can't see their opponents score, and people like Artest don't care about the consequences.

He stretched out his hand hard, getting closer, closer, he simply gave birth to the last bit of strength to eat, and rushed violently, directly dragging Ye Feng, who had rushed up, to the ground. Suddenly being disrupted in the high-speed march was a very fatal thing in itself, Ye Feng suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and the whole person involuntarily fell to the ground, and the ball flew out of his hand. But as long as he sat on the sidelines, everyone saw that his ankles were twisted into a strange arc, and there seemed to be a faint muffled sound, I don't know if it was a psychological effect or a fact.

Artest was still smug that he had stopped the break, but the referee quickly whistled for a foul. But all this was nothing to Ye Feng, he was lying on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he covered his left foot to prevent himself from humming.

Damn, this hurts too much, right? When will you be able to look like this?