At this moment, the situation on the court was tense and gripping, yet the Boston Celtics fans, whose home team trailed by five points, showed not the slightest sign of worry.
They firmly believed that the team they supported would steady itself and turn the tide.
Ever since Goodwin had joined the team, the Boston Celtics seemed to have been infused with tremendous strength, and they had hardly ever suffered a crushing defeat.
Even when they lost, they always displayed their own distinctive flair and fighting spirit, which undoubtedly greatly strengthened the fans' trust and expectations in their home team.
Meanwhile, Coach Jack, sitting on the bench, was just as remarkably calm and composed.
This battle-tested coach, covered in honors, held no fewer than eight championship trophies and had won Coach of the Year five times.
(Doc Rivers: Those are all mine! Mine!)
(Coach Jack: o(*￣︶￣*)o)
Faced with the current temporary deficit, he showed no sign of panic. His deep gaze remained fixed on every movement of each player on the court.
He knew that as long as Goodwin was charging into battle on the court, there was no opponent to fear.
The game continued, and the Boston Celtics regained possession. The ball was quickly passed into Tony Allen's hands.
Tony Allen dribbled skillfully across half court, occasionally looking up at Goodwin as he advanced, seemingly waiting for the latter to signal the next move.
After all, their previous two consecutive pick-and-roll attacks had both failed. Although they had done everything they could to create good shooting opportunities, they regrettably had been unable to put the ball in the basket.
"Don't rush. Settle the tempo first!" Goodwin keenly noticed the plea for help in Tony Allen's eyes and immediately shouted back.
His voice was loud and firm, reaching not only