NBA Tyrant

Seeing that Francis had already taken advantage of his speed and pulled half of his body away from himself, even if he tried to pull back his body just now, he was still half a beat slower, and now he could only follow Francis from behind, using his height and arm length, and when Francis jumped, he would give him a chasing hat。

Howard stared at Francis and was ready to jump at any time, but Francis, who has been in the NBA for many years, naturally couldn't think that simply breaking through Howard would be able to score on the inside with peace of mind.

Seeing that Howard had been following behind, Francis first raised the basketball with both hands, shook Tekoglou who came over to help defend, then withdrew the ball, and then jumped with his left foot and held the ball high with his right hand.

Howard's eyes lit up when he saw Francis jumping, and he immediately jumped up excitedly, and the long arm of his right hand stretched out to the basketball that Francis was holding high, and the excellent bounce speed made Howard clearly see that his right hand could shoot the basketball immediately.

But before Howard could be happy, the basketball that was about to be shot away by himself suddenly disappeared.

How is it possible, Howard looked at Francis in surprise who retracted the basketball to his abdomen, used the air to fly to the other side of the basket, and pulled away from himself to complete the rebound and hit the basket into the basket.

"Boy, you don't really think you can block me! No! haha!" Francis landed, also in a mocking tone at Howard, countering the trash talk Howard had just made when he pressed his hat.

"Cut! Who was just pushed to the ground by me and couldn't stand up, who was it?" Howard replied to Francis's unyielding response.

"FK, boy, this is just the beginning, the first goal was my carelessness, you will never be able to hit me in the back! I cross you like crossing the road in the early morning, easy and happy!haha!" Francis scolded and retreated to his own backcourt.

Hearing Francis's arrogant words, Turkoglou silently served to Nelson, and it was his turn to attack.

Howard listened to Francis's words, bit his upper lip, licked his lower lip, didn't fight back, ran to the inside, and stuck Cato again, "Nelson, pass!"

Nelson was on the outside, and when he saw Howard with fire in his eyes, he didn't dare to hesitate and immediately passed the ball to Howard.

Looking at it this way, Howard is going to eat Cato on the inside.

Nelson couldn't help but feel a little pity for Cato in his heart, how fierce Howard's inside play was, Nelson had clearly seen it.

Howard took the ball and felt Cato's defense with his back, looking at Cato's expression, he should have been pushing against himself, but he didn't feel any strength.

Could it be that Cato's thrust is very low? With his strength to defend the inside line, any inside line can wreak havoc on him!

Howard dribbled the ball and pushed Cato hard, and seeing that Cato was easily forced to take a step back by himself, Howard continued to exert his strength and approached the basket step by step.

Francis naturally also saw the power gap between Cato and Howard on the outside, and the strength of the two was obviously not at the same level, so he immediately spoke out to Bradley, who was still hesitating.

"Bradley, you go and wrap him up!"

Bradley heard the shout, and immediately put down Tekoglu, and raised his hands to smash Howard from the side.

Howard naturally heard Francis's voice, seeing that Bradley wanted to block his offensive line from the front, and Cato was a little staggered by his own beating, and the position on the baseline was completely vacant.

Howard then turned directly around and carried Cato from the baseline, easily dissolved the bag clamp between the two, and reflexively completed the two-handed dunk easily.

"Cato, you need to work on bench press and core strength!" Howard patted Cato on the buttocks.

"You kid, I'm not a power center, I'm a projection technique!" Cato picked up the basketball, his face was quite helpless, what he was most afraid of was the power of the inside.

Seeing Francis coming over and receiving Cato's serve, Howard didn't continue to chat and ran back.

"Cato, Bradley, as long as this kid Howard gets the ball, you two will resolutely wrap him up and interfere with him with all your might!" Francis slowly dribbled the ball and explained to the two of them how to defend Howard.

"Nelson, later, if they continue to block and resolutely go around the screen, I will help you delay Francis's movement, there is really no way, and then change the defense!" Howard was also talking to Nelson about the defense.

"Okay! Boss!"

No way, Francis's breakthrough is really fast, even if he is not slow to move, in the face of his change of direction and feints, it is difficult to really defend down, which is also the advantage of blocking and dislocation, the biggest advantage of small and big is that the small guard uses speed to break through the big man on the inside, so that when he scores under the basket or is made up, he divides the ball to his teammates in the empty position to score.

Standing at the top of the arc on the right, Francis observed the position of his teammates and defenders, and again motioned for Cato to come out and block the pick-and-roll.

This time Nelson learned his lesson and noticed Cato's movement, and although he was still blocked by Cato, he quickly adjusted, bypassed Cato, and got back in front of Francis.

Howard looked at Francis, who had just cooperated with Nelson and successfully defused the pick-and-roll, how would Francis choose to attack next?

"Watch Mobley, keep up with him, Stevenson!" Howard sits inside and directs his teammates.

"Don't worry!" Stevenson heard Howard's words and followed Mobley more intently.

Cato came out again, but this time instead of covering for Francis, he saw teammate Bradley successfully delay Stevenson's footsteps, and Cato made a personal wall between Stevenson and Mobley again.

Mobley took advantage of Bradley to shake off Stevenson and came to the 45-degree three-point line, at this time there was no defender around, and Mobley made a catch-up motion with both hands.

Without any hesitation, Francis threw the basketball and passed it to Mobley almost as soon as he ran outside the three-point line.

Mobley received the ball, Stevenson followed closely and tried to defend Mobley, but there was another human wall in front of him, and Cato blocked Stevenson.

Mobley confidently jumped up and made a three-point shot, and basically Mobley had a lot of confidence in this big open position.

When Mobley landed, Stevenson had just arrived in front of Mobley, and the jump defense was meaningless, so he had no choice but to look back at his own basket, which had already passed through the net.

"Hey, man, you almost stopped me!wahahahaha!" Mobley raised an eyebrow at Stevenson next to him and ran back happily when he saw his three-pointer score.

"Well done, Mobley!" Francis, running over to high-five Mobley, unsparing in praise.

"Hey, Francis, my three-pointers won't let you down!" Mobley's face was confident.

Now the score is 6:5, and the Howard team temporarily leads by one point.

"It's okay, Stevenson, we're still ahead! Let's score this goal and give them a response ball!" Nelson shouted at his teammates as he ran forward.

Howard glanced at Francis and Mobley, who were happy, according to the previous round, if he continued to play alone under the basket, Bradley would definitely choose to come directly to cover himself as soon as he received the ball, although he could force the two of them to attack and score, but it would be a great physical drain on himself.

"Turkoglu, you will be in the bottom corner later, if I am caught by Bradley and Cato, I will pass the ball to you as soon as possible, you shoot directly for three points, be resolute, don't hesitate, even if you don't score, I will grab the rebound!" Howard

ran to Turkoglou's side and whispered, "Shoot with confidence

!" "Okay!" Tekoglu nodded in understanding.

Howard stuck Cato again in the low post, and Nelson, who was on the outside, immediately dropped the ball to Howard.

Howard received the ball, looked at it, and sure enough, Bradley pounced directly on him.

Howard didn't pass the ball out immediately, but deliberately dribbled the ball, relying on Puncherto, pretending to be forced to eat the inside, seeing that Bradley was completely attracted to himself, he passed the ball directly to the back of his head and threw it to Turkoglou in the bottom corner.

At this time, Turkoglu was completely undefended, and the moment he received the ball, he started to throw the ball steadily, without a trace of mud and water.

Howard, under the basket, immediately tied up with Cato and Bradley, ready to compete for the rebound, watching the basketball fall into the basket accurately with a high arc, Howard retracted, and his two arms came out of Cato and Bradley's clamp.

"Beautiful! Turkogru!" Howard pointed to Turkoglou as he stepped back.

The score is 9:5, and the difference is back to 4 points.

"Hey, Francis, it's not just you who have three points, we have it too!" Nelson happily shook his head at Francis, full of provocation.

Francis glared coldly at Nelson and didn't respond. Thinking about how to crack Howard's offense, if he continues to contain Howard, this Turkoglu will definitely have another open scoring opportunity. But if he didn't cover it, Cato couldn't stop Howard alone.

Well, it seems that Howard can't easily get the ball, he has to find a breakthrough from this rookie guard first, so that he can't hoist the ball to Howard, disrupt his dribbling rhythm, and let Mobley defend him later, and defend Stevenson himself.

"Hey, Francis, aren't you going to ask Cato to do the pick-and-roll for you again!" Nelson looked at Francis contemptuously, "Don't you even have the courage

to go head-to-head with me?" Francis, who was about to call Cato, listened to Nelson's words, suddenly stopped and looked at Nelson, "Funny, what are you that deserve to be singled out

with me?" "There is a kind of you just going to go head-to-head with me, cowardly!" Nelson continued to say in a contemptuous tone, with a look of contempt on his face.

"FK, rookie, you've managed to me off! I'll let you know the gap between you and me!" Francis shook his hand and motioned for his teammates to pull away and play singles.