"Let's go, Boston Celtics!" "Let's go, Boston Celtics!" "Let's go, Boston Celtics!" ... Deafening cheers rang throughout the arena, as though they were about to blow the roof off.
Amid the tidal wave of cheers, the Boston Celtics regrouped and inbounded from the backcourt, getting the ball to Tony Allen.
Like a bolt of lightning, he dribbled across midcourt at astonishing speed and drove straight toward the opposing basket.
The moment he entered the opposing half, Boston Celtics interior centerpiece Marc Gasol immediately stepped up, like a moving fortress, blocking the defender coming over.
At the same time, Pau Gasol followed close behind, forming a tight defensive wall.
Tony Allen cleverly used Marc Gasol's screen to shake off Steve Nash's pestering defense.
Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, he charged toward the basket.
However, just as he took his first step, Pau Gasol pounced at him like a hungry tiger, trying to stop the attack.
Facing such ferocious defense, Tony Allen remained calm under pressure.
With a light flick of his wrist, the ball flew back with missile-like precision into the hands of Marc Gasol, who had remained in place after setting the screen.
Marc Gasol was now in a perfect unguarded position and could have chosen to shoot at will, but unexpectedly, he did not hesitate in the slightest and instead looked to the other side.
Goodwin was sprinting wildly in that direction.
He was as fast as the wind. Although Metta World Peace chased with all his strength, he was powerless to catch him.
Metta World Peace was no longer the player he had once been. No matter how hard he tried, he could not catch the lightning-fast Goodwin. He could only watch helplessly as the gap widened until Goodwin completely left him behind!
Goodwin