Welcome to the Boston North Shore Garden Arena in the 1980s!

May 26th.

When Bird and Karl stepped into the American Airlines Arena, the Heat's home court, chatting and laughing...

For a moment, the two of them really felt as if they had returned to those years.

"Why is it so hot? Is the Heat's home court air conditioning broken?" Bird asked subconsciously, looking at Karl.

"Probably. I just heard Pat Riley and Erik Spoelstra asking the staff about it," Karl replied after wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Upon hearing this...

Bird and Karl walked towards Spoelstra, who was scolding the staff in the center of the court.

"What are you guys doing?

Why didn't the air conditioning break yesterday or the day before, but it had to break today?

Don't you know that our opponents, the Celtics, are better than us at playing in this closed indoor environment?

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On the sidelines, watching Su Feng, whose sweat had already soaked his jersey but whose movements were still incredibly graceful, Bird couldn't help but think of himself back in the day.

But right now...

Bird knew very well that now was not the time to praise Su Feng.

Because judging from the performance of the two teams since the start of tonight's game...

The Celtics' momentum had clearly been suppressed by the Heat.

On the court, the Celtics attacked, and Parker broke through to the inside and hit a floater.

4 to 7.

As the guard who is best at scoring in the paint in today's league, Parker's touch on floaters is simply ridiculously accurate.

However, playing in this kind of environment tonight...

If Parker keeps breaking through like this, his legs will cramp sooner or later.

Heat ball.

On the wing at the low post, Su Feng, entangled with Teacher Allen, took a step and rushed into the basket, hitting a reverse layup.

4 to 9.

On CCTV, Zhang, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but sigh, "Tony Allen has defended well enough, but he still can't do anything about Su Feng!"

And Yu Jia on the side smiled and said, "Watching Su Feng attack on the court is a real treat, because you never know how many weapons he has in his arsenal."

In the first three games, with Su Feng not resting, the Celtics didn't dare to let Teacher Tony rest either.

So tonight...

Don't even mention how uncomfortable Teacher Allen is playing on the court...

If time was Michael Jordan's greatest enemy ten years ago.

Then ten years later...

In Miami.

Time is Su Feng's best helper.

On the court, the Celtics attacked.

Looking at Kapono, whose defense was virtually non-existent...

Tony Allen really wanted to actively ask his teammates for the ball and force his way past this guy.

But before Teacher Allen could raise his leg and reach out...

The feeling of his feet being filled with lead made Teacher Allen give up on this idea.

"Is he really human?" On the court, watching Su Feng wrestling with Wallace in the low post...

At this moment, Tony Allen couldn't help but sigh.

And in front of the TV...

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Little Zhan Zhan and Little Curry swallowed unconsciously.

Don't f**king joke around!

This kind of Su Feng...

How is he old?

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ps: Because this chapter on the 16th was updated late, there will be a double update on the evening of the 17th!