"New York Knicks!" "New York Knicks!" "New York Knicks!" ... As the first quarter ended, thunderous cheers erupted throughout Madison Square Garden.
The New York Knicks had played a perfect quarter, pouring in 38 points. 28–38, the Boston Celtics trailed the New York Knicks by 10 points.
Goodwin could not help shaking his head. Three straight days of games, followed by an overnight flight last night—his teammates' stamina had indeed been affected. It was obvious that they were struggling to keep up with the opposition on defense.
Especially Tony Allen and Paul Pierce on the perimeter. If they had been fully rested, they definitely would not have given Ray Allen and Rondo so many opportunities.
Even so, Goodwin was determined to win this game. He could lose to anyone, but not the New York Knicks, who had swept them last season.
"Coach, I want to stay in the game." Goodwin looked directly at Coach Jack.
"No problem." Coach Jack had known Goodwin would say that. He also wanted Goodwin to remain on the court. As long as Goodwin was there, the Boston Celtics still had a chance.
Coach Jack trusted Goodwin completely.
Coach Jack patted Goodwin on the shoulder. "Goodwin, we need you to keep leading the team forward."
"Don't worry, Coach." Goodwin nodded, then turned and headed toward the court.
Goodwin looked at the scoreboard and silently swore to himself, I have to win this game!
The brief timeout ended, and the players from both teams stepped onto the court once more. The eyes of the crowd all focused on Goodwin.
At the sight of him checking back in, the noise inside Madison Square Garden subsided for a moment.
Although the New York Knicks currently held a 10-point lead, they could not erase the deep impression Goodwin had left