NBA Tyrant

"Johnny, if Howard keeps attacking, I'm afraid no one on Francis's side will be able to restrain him!" Magic general manager Wiesbrod was delighted with Howard's strong performance, but he was also frowning and considering how the Francis team should restrain Howard.

"Don't worry, general manager, I think next, Howard will definitely not score by himself, his goal has been achieved, Francis they will definitely focus on Howard, so the next ball, Howard will definitely leave the opportunity to the empty teammates. Johnny shook his head, his face relaxed.

Howard played so aggressively and aggressively on both ends of the offensive and defensive ends in the first few rounds with only one purpose, to become the focus of attention on the court, to contain multiple defenders on the offensive end, to give teammates open scoring opportunities, and to guard the interior on the defensive end, and to deter the opponent by moving and speed, as well as exploding, and expanding the defensive range.

"I'd like to see how Francis opens up on the offensive end, with Howard on the inside, it's hard for them to score and on the outside, except for Mobley, the other guys don't have a good shooting ability and range.

Johnny touched his chin and stared at Francis as he dribbled across half court.

"What would you do if it were you?" asked the general manager curiously.

"Me?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, "For this kind of center with strong defensive ability, the best way is naturally to take him out and go to the outside, so that there is no threat

!" "Oh, to be specific!" Visbrodt frowned, still not knowing how to do it.

"Mobley and Cato!" Johnny said, confidently watching the game and ignoring the general manager.

Seeing that the head coach no longer paid attention to him, the general manager could only give up and continue to ask questions, and watched the game with Johnny.

"Old cat, this time you attack, play with Cato, shoot when you have a chance, or give Cato!" Francis passed the ball to Mobley, motioning for Cato to come out and make a pick-and-roll for Mobley.

"Yo he! Why don't you keep fighting? It can't be that you're scared, it's cowardly! Tsk, you must have been dizzy by our boss's hat, and you want to slowly hurt your crisp heart, right?" Nelson's mouth cannon was offered at the right time.

"FK, shut up, you damn rookie! Who said it before, but I didn't prevent it, but let someone else wipe my ass!" The anger in Francis's eyes turned into spittle and sprayed all over Nelson's face, who was half a head shorter.

"Cut, you didn't succeed in breaking through me, you didn't succeed in breaking through me!" Nelson was full of disdain, turning his head to avoid Francis's saliva.

On the other side, Howard watched Mobley hold the ball, and Cato stepped forward to cover and frowned.

Defending Francis and Cato's pick-and-roll, he can still hide inside the three-point line to delay Francis' breakthrough, because Francis is not very good at mid-range shooting.

However, if it was Mobley, he would have to move to the outside and switch defenses with the guard, because Mobley's three-point and mid-to-long-range shooting is very threatening.

It must not be easy to shoot, but in this case, Cato has no one to defend, and in the position, Cato can completely rely on his height and weight, ignoring the defensive shooting of the guard.

Just when Howard was hesitating to change the defense, Mobley used Cato's cover to block Stevenson, and before Howard didn't come up, he shot outside the three-point line, very neatly.

Basketball goes into the net accurately.

"Hey, man, do you look down on my three points so much!" Mobley looked at Howard, made his right hand into a pistol shape, and smirked on his right hand.

Howard spread his hands calmly, but he didn't expect it to be just a momentary hesitation, Mobley threw directly, Howard was not only not angry in his heart, but also admired Mobley's projection in his heart, as long as he was given a chance, he would definitely shoot resolutely, without a trace of hesitation, and the most important thing was that the hit rate was still high.

The score narrowed to 11:8.

Switching offense and defense, as soon as Nelson passed halftime, Mobley got entangled, constantly affecting Nelson's dribbling rhythm and making Nelson very uncomfortable.

Howard didn't let Stevenson pick it up this time, but shook off Cato in front of him and ran to the three-point line.

"Nelson, give it to me!" As

soon as Howard received the ball, he immediately attracted everyone's attention on the other side, and Cato learned his lesson from last time and took a step away from Howard to prevent Howard's breakthrough.

Francis originally switched to defend Stevenson, and at this time quietly moved a few steps to Howard's side, as long as Howard chose to burst in, he cooperated with Cato to steal Howard, and the big and tall dribbles were relatively high and very good for steals.

Bradley also let go of Turkoglu a little bit and moved a little inside, thinking that once Howard came in, he would immediately shrink the defense, resolutely block it, and not give Howard a passing vision.

Howard naturally noticed the movements of Francis, and his eyes were slightly cold, which was what he wanted.

Howard started instantly, began to force Cato, and rushed inside with Cato, and at the same time, he saw Francis coming over, Howard quickly stopped dribbling, raised the ball above his head, and made a forced shot.

Howard naturally knew that it was very easy for a tall man to dribble and a small guard to come over and steal, so after successfully attracting Francis, he immediately pretended to jump and shoot.

And Francis saw that Howard was about to break through, and he didn't want to immediately prepare to reach out and steal, but Francis was helpless.

Howard seemed to have more than two eyes, and it was obvious that he was difficult to notice on the side, but when he was about to touch the basketball, Howard put the ball away and jumped.

In order not to bump into Howard and cause a foul, Francis could only awkwardly restrain his forward steps, spread his hands, and signal that he had not touched Howard.

Howard, who jumped up, threw the ball directly to Stevenson, who was already unguarded, and at this time, it was impossible for Francis to turn back and defend.

Seeing that Stevenson successfully received the ball, Howard gave a determined look.

"Shoot!"

Stevenson followed the pre-game instructions and picked up the ball and threw it.

Howard squeezed into the interior and Cato to the position, judging the arc of the basketball, Howard frowned, and pressed Cato behind him.

Sure enough, the basketball didn't go in, but hit the front of the basket, and Howard immediately jumped.

"Mine!"

yelled, taking the basketball into his arms, Howard wanted to jump and dunk directly, but at this time, a hand reached in and wanted to take the basketball away.

Howard reacted quickly and immediately lifted the ball high, dodging the plot of the sixth, and also saw that the sixth was Francis who wanted to snatch the ball in his arms.

Since Francis is here, Stevenson must still be empty, and Howard saw Stevenson who was still outside the three-point line in the gap between Cato and Francis.

Passed the basketball to Stevenson again, and in order to give Stevenson more confidence, Howard's voice was full of confidence, "Stevenson, just shoot! I grab the rebound!" This

time, Francis didn't have time to come back under the basket to defend himself, I will definitely be able to score

! Stevenson cheered himself up in his heart, there was no one around him, there was plenty of time to make adjustments, he just shot a little lighter, this time he will definitely go in with a little more strength!

In the same position, giving a pitcher a second chance is difficult to think of in the NBA.

There was no accident, the basketball went into the net

!"Well done! Stevenson!"

Everyone high-fived Stevenson one by one, and the time passed like this, and Howard's team used Howard's containment to blossom more on the offensive end, and from time to time Howard would also make a violent dunk on Cato's head without a bag.

On the Francis side, the offense mainly relies on Francis and Mobley on the outside, and occasionally Cato has a chance to shoot a shot or two when Howard goes to help.

In the last minute, the score came to 35:49, and the Howard team led by 14 points, and the win or loss was already obvious, and the game was basically over.

It can be said that the Francis team was shot alive and died by several outside shots of the Howard team! The Howard team shot 12 shots from the field alone, with a super high three-point shooting percentage of 12 of 17.

The remaining 13 points were Howard's scores, 6 of 6 plus 1 free throw, a 100 percent shooting percentage.

Wrapping Howard, Howard gave the ball to the outside to score, even if the Francis team made up for each other's defense, but they were exhausted, and without wrapping it, Howard forced Cato and scored domineeringly, which directly led to the collapse of the Francis team's defense.

can only fight with the Howard team on the offensive end, but unfortunately, when Howard came out and deliberately aimed at Mobley's three points, although the Francis team was able to score inside, he scored 2 points and the opponent scored 3 points, and the difference naturally widened.

What's more, Howard also grabbed several offensive rebounds, giving the outside a couple of second scoring opportunities, and all of them were three-pointers.

"Johnny, the game is basically over, I think, Francis should also accept the facts, with Howard as the core!" General manager Wiesbrod looked lightly at the players who were still serious about the game.

"Haha, of course, this has been agreed for a long time, but I still appreciate Francis's on-the-spot response and command. When Howard is off the bench, he can also lead the team as a core. Johnny was very appreciative of the fact that Francis had just changed his tactics and had Mobley as a point of possession, pulling Howard out of the interior and breaking the Howard's interior defense.

"Na~Na~Francis, last minute!Tsk, the score is 14 points!Na~Na~Na~~~" Nelson said, humming a tune.

Francis glared at Nelson irritably, "Shut up, it's hard to hear!" A

minute behind by more than a dozen points, Francis himself knew that it was impossible to chase back, and he was very irritable, plus if he lost, he had to admit that Howard was the only core, which made Francis unacceptable, at this time Nelson was still provoking the noise next to him, and Francis felt that he was going to explode.

Originally, they wanted to grab time to shoot one, but with Mobley's shot missing, the rebound was won by Turkoglou, and the Francis team could only defend back.

Nelson was holding the ball near the center circle, and at this time, Mobley was no longer on the defensive intensity, allowing Nelson to waste time, after all, the game had basically been won or lost.

But when the offensive time was approaching, Howard turned and shook Cato and rushed to the basket, and Nelson tacitly threw the ball over quickly.

Howard easily received the ball and completed an empty dunk, and the score came to 35:51, a 16-point difference.

"Wow! The boss is beautiful!" "Nelson, who has mud legs, sent a fart for the first time.

"You're doing a good job!" Francis

looked at the two of them who were high-five again, and his nameless anger rose in his heart.

"TMD, we've all given up on defense, you two are still attacking, you dare to humiliate us like this!" Francis

clenched his fists and was about to go up to theorize, but was stopped by Mobley.

"Forget it! Francis, two rookies don't understand the rules, just talk about it!" Mobley hurriedly hugged Francis tightly, the victory and defeat have been decided, Howard will be the core of the team in the future, Mobley thinks it's better not to make too much trouble.

To put it mildly, Francis was finally persuaded by Mobley to come down, and in the last 30 seconds, neither side attacked again.

"Roar! We won! We won!" Nelson excitedly raised his hands and danced in the middle of the field, not noticing that there was anyone next to him.

"Dead rookie, stay away from me!" Francis unhappily pushed Nelson away.

"What are you doing! "Defeated!" Nelson staggered back a few steps as he was pushed, reacted, and immediately pressed his chest against Francis like a cockfight.

"Who do you think is the loser!" Francis was not used to Nelson, and stared at Nelson with the same anger.

"That's you!" Nelson didn't bother.

"I'm TM, if it weren't for Howard on your team, you'd be a ball! There's a kind of 1vs1 heads-up between the two of us!" Francis raised his hand ferociously, pointing his index finger at Nelson's head.

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!" Nelson was also stunned, and kept scolding Francis.

The bullfight between the two quickly began, and there were no surprises in the ending, with Francis winning 11:3.

"Rookie, you're still tender! After ten years, I'll retire, maybe you'll be able to beat me!" Francis won the heads-up, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot, but he didn't spare Nelson.

Nelson also wanted to retort that head coach Johnny had the rest of the team move on to the second practice session and had Francis and Howard sit next to him.