I Still Like Your Unruly Appearance!

Boston Celtics bench:

"Shaquille O'Neal, I told you—you're our secret weapon." Goodwin flashed a brilliant smile and gave The Diesel Shaquille O'Neal's shoulder a hearty pat.

"Hahahaha, that's right! I'm the Boston Celtics' secret weapon!" The Diesel Shaquille O'Neal laughed.

Though he was exhausted, he had truly enjoyed himself just now, almost as if he had returned to his prime.

Goodwin praised The Diesel Shaquille O'Neal a few more times before looking at the substitutes about to take the court. "We're already up by 14. Your task now is to stabilize the situation on the court. Can you do it?"

"Yes!" the substitutes answered in unison.

"Very good. Get out there." Goodwin waved a hand, and the substitutes all headed onto the court.

Coach Jack, standing nearby, looked as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself. At least leave me one line to say.

Coach Jack: ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh!

Meanwhile, the assistant coaches were all jealous of Coach Jack. They felt that being the head coach was incredibly comfortable—not only did it pay well, but there was barely anything to worry about, and there was even a chance to win Coach of the Year.

But no matter how envious they were, it was useless. The initiative was in Goodwin's hands. As long as Goodwin did not say otherwise, Coach Jack's position was as steady as a mountain.

Assistant Coaches: sob, sob

Back on the court, Miami Heat head coach Erik Spoelstra tried to have the substitutes claw back some points. But what he never expected was for Boston Celtics reserves Avery Bradley and Gordon Hayward to suddenly erupt.

In just three minutes, they combined for 11 points and led the team on an 11:4 run, widening the gap to 21 points in one stroke.

"Timeout!" Left with no choice,