NBA Tyrant

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Magic took the lead.

Howard looked up in surprise at the Mavericks' new center, Sean Bradley.

"Oh my God, you've got to be 230 centimeters!" Howard

took a step inside the three-point line, standing with Sean Bradley and waiting for Francis to cross halftime.

At such a close distance, Howard felt that he was still half a head shorter than Sean.

"Haha, 229 cm. Sean Bradley smiled innocently.

Howard wordlessly turned to look at Mavericks head coach Don Nelson.

Don Nelson smiled at Howard's gaze, his eyes blinking, and everything was silent.

Depressed, I just thought that I can't fight hand-to-hand with Dampier in the inner line, so as not to consume physical energy in vain, and there is no need to beat Dampier on the inside, but I should use my fast speed advantage to beat Dampier who is slow-footed, and break through to score more, which will be easier.

But now this Sean Bradley, Coach Don Nelson, could you please tell me what the hell it is? Don't blink! It's ugly, it's going

to vomit! Howard, in order not to vomit, immediately looked at Bradley next to him, who had a terrifying height.

Tall is tall, but also thin, can he withstand the confrontation with his body? This height should only be a floor flow center, but these two big long arms are also outrageous!

Howard saw Francis passing the ball, and he didn't think much about it, and took the ball to face Sean.

"Don't let me knock you off, big tall!" Howard kindly reminded Sean.

"Just let the horses come, Howard, and my name is Sean Bradley. Sean Bradley stared at Howard earnestly.

Howard made a few triple threats, and Sean immediately took a small step back, carefully guarding against Howard's breakthrough, which made the already tight defense suddenly have more space.

Howard saw that he had left such a lot of room for his shot, so he directly pulled it up and threw it to try his feel.

Although Sean is tall and has long arms, the defense is too far back, and by the time he wants to step forward to interfere, Howard has already completed his shot.

Basketball hollow into the net.

"Hey, big tall, I'm not just going to score on the inside! Defend me like this, you'll be scolded by the coach, haha!" Howard teased Sean happily at the goal.

At 85:76

, Howard continued to follow Nowitzki, to implement the pre-game decision to defend Nowitzki, but Tekoglu was seen like a little chick against Sean Bradley, and Howard couldn't bear to look at it.

Soon, the ball also passed to Sean, who was stuck on the inside, and Sean ignored Turkoglu and shot with a one-handed hook from outside the box.

Tekoglu can't defend at all, Sean is 21 centimeters taller than him, and he can't move when he is pressed, let alone jump to defend, but it is estimated that jumping is useless.

Looking at Sean, who easily hooked his hand, Howard frowned.

This can't be done, you have to find a way to limit this big tall man, there is also a 216 cm 118 kg meat shield Kasu in the team, although the offense and defense are very average, but it should be no problem to block this big tall man outside the penalty area.

But in this case, the team's fast-paced style of play can only give up and play positional warfare instead, and Kasu can't open up space, so let's take a look first.

"Tekoglu, next time you defend, go around the front and don't give him a chance to catch the ball!" Howard can only think of this method for the time being.

"Understood!" Tekoglu's eyes lit up, yes, why did he forget this trick.

Howard received the ball again and faced Sean, and this time Sean clearly learned his lesson and leaned back a little to prevent Howard's breakaway.

But the big long arm stretched out, and the big fan-like palm blocked Howard's eyes, affecting Howard's vision.

Seeing that Sean didn't give himself room to make a move, Howard didn't force him to throw.

chose to stick to Sean, and pushed his back hard, easily knocking Sean out of balance, staggering backwards, and unable to defend effectively at all.

So he turned and rushed to the inside, saw Nowitzki coming over, and Howard passed to Turkoglu at the bottom corner three-point line.

Unfortunately, Turkoglu missed a three-point shot, but Howard, with his bounce and bounce speed, forced on the head of Sean at 229 and the old driver at 213 to grab the rebound.

With two hands on his head, Howard didn't rush to jump twice to score in the two-man bag, and his eyes saw a blue shadow running over, and immediately split the ball through the gap.

Hill watched Josh Howard distract from the inside, seized the opportunity to cut in, received a pass, shot from mid-range, and hit the basket.

"Good pass, Howard!" Hill scored, happily exchanging punches with Howard.

"Your air cut is also timely!" an assist was in hand, and Howard was also happy, running back with Hill.

The game continued, and the Mavericks still played Sean at this point, and Turkoglu hurriedly walked forward, blocking desperately, not giving Sean a chance to catch the ball.

Unexpectedly, Harris didn't drop the ball to Sean's position at all, but threw it high to the right of the basket.

Sean didn't bother to pay attention to Tekoglou in front of him, took two light steps to the basket, didn't jump, received the ball at the basket level, stood on tiptoe, and completed a floor dunk.

"......

" and "......"

Not only was the Magic team speechless, but the fans in the entire arena were silent.

Howard felt as if a crow was flying over everyone's heads, and ga... Ga...

"I just want to say that this height is just a plug-in!" Commentator A is speechless.

"Yes, according to the information, his name is Sean Bradley, he is 229 centimeters, taller than the Rockets' Da Yao, but he is only 107 kilograms, he is too thin. Commentator B introduces Sean to the fans in the room.

No, you can't let Turkoglou defend this Sean.

Looking at the dejected Turkogru, Howard walked over and patted Turkoglu on the shoulder.

"Hey, Turkoglu! It's okay, you've done your best, next time I'll defend him, you can defend Nowitzki! When it's time for us to attack, hit them back with a three-pointer! He scores two points, you score three points, we have one more point, I'll pass you the ball."

Turkogru's eyes brightened as he looked at Howard, who was smiling and encouraging.

"Well, I won't let you down, Howard!" Tekoglu surged forward.

It was still Howard facing Sean, and several members of the other Magic teams pulled aside, and Howard had to continue to train Sean.

Looking at Sean's defensive position and posture, or defending his own breakthrough and shooting, Howard chose to play with his back again, after all, it was too easy.

"I advise you to gain weight appropriately, for with your thin physique, you are really not a center!

Howard squeezed Sean with his back as he spoke.

"Hmm... Ha... Phew..."Sean couldn't hold his breath in order to resist Howard.

Coming to the restricted area, Howard exerted his strength again, knocked Sean away, and originally wanted to just dunk directly.

But next to him, Nowitzki saw Sean, who was struggling to resist, and had already put down Turkogru, wrapped it up, and blocked in front of him again.

Howard didn't pass to Turkoglu because Josh Howard was standing between Turkoglou and Hill, ready to cut the pass.

In hesitation, Sean also stabilized his body and pinched Howard together.

Howard gritted his teeth, because of the ball, he could no longer use his strength to hit, so he could only use his body to squeeze the two of them apart, and bent his knees and jumped with all his might.

Howard must make a move before the three-second offensive time or he will be adjudicated a three-second offense.

After jumping, the vision was much better, Sean and Nowitzki both bounced averagely, but Sean's two hands were not to block the basketball in Howard's hand, but to block the basket in front of the basket and not give Howard a chance to dunk.

The dunk is definitely not good, if you dunk hard, either the basketball will be stabbed off by Sean, or you will use your own strength to violently press the basketball into the basket, jam Sean's two palms on the basket, and null Sean's two hands.

Either way, Howard didn't want to show up, so he changed to a board with both hands.

All thoughts were in the air, and Howard finally managed to score three seconds before the clock.

"Huh~Huh~ Turkoglou, next time don't stand where you are, see Nowitzki wrapping me, there is someone on the other side in front of you, you have to run over to answer, mid-range shooting is also okay, haven't you analyzed it all during training, why did you forget?"

Howard returned to his own half, beckoned to Turkoglou, reminding Turkoglu to run in time.

The Mavericks attacked, and Howard stopped following Nowitzki, blocking directly behind Sean and re-defending the center.

Don Nelson, who was on the sidelines, saw it and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

His role in getting Sean on the court has paid off, and Nowitzki has managed to free himself from Howard.

Harris passed the half this time, didn't look at Sean, and gave the ball to Nowitzki, apparently because he had already been instructed by the head coach.

"Damn, this trick was played!" In

an instant, Howard reacted to why Coach Don Nelson of the Mavericks had arranged for Sean to play.

Under his own defense, Nowitzki missed shots many times, and even had no chance to catch the ball and score a shot.

But now, in the face of the average defensive Turkoglu, Nowitzki, who has a height and weight advantage, will definitely not be soft.

Moreover, even if the Mavericks don't score, Sean's speed is not slow, and he is not afraid of the Magic team playing a quick counterattack, unlike when Dampier was there, because of the speed, which dragged down the defense of the entire team.

"A coach who can be famous in the NBA really can't be underestimated!" Howard sighed in his heart.

Watch as Nowitzki easily crushes Turkoglu and hits mid-range shots.

Howard's brows furrowed deeply, he really pressed Sean, and Novitzki again, there is trouble! As long as the Magic offense does not score, then the Mavericks are likely to keep narrowing the score.

Sure enough, the interview created an offensive opportunity for his teammates, but his teammates couldn't score.

And the Mavericks came over, counterattacked and scored consecutive points, and the point difference began to decrease.

At 87:84,

seeing that the margin was only 3 points ahead, Howard had no choice but to choose to start his own attack.

In the later game, the Mavericks couldn't limit Howard, and the Magic couldn't guard Nowitzki, and the two sides began to alternately rise and score.

played 7 minutes, the offensive rhythm of both sides was fast, the two sides kept running back and forth, plus the consumption of offense and defense, in order to preserve physical strength at the last moment, with the official timeout, Howard had no choice but to rest.

The Magic brought on Cato and Garriti for Howard and Turkoglou.

The Mavericks brought on Dampier, Stackhouse, Terry, and replaced Nowitzki, Sean, and Harris.

Francis began to play with the Mavericks as the command and offensive core, but because of the slow pace of the interior, both sides switched to positional battles.

It was also from this time that the Mavericks showed the depth and tacit understanding of the lineup as the top three in Texas, and the offensive and defensive sides blossomed.

On the defensive end, Francis defended 4 in 0, which cut off the cooperation of the Magic team, causing the Magic team to make many mistakes, and on the offensive end, under Terry's running position, the Magic team's defense team was turned around, and many empty shots were made.

Just four minutes later, the Mavericks regained the lead, taking a four-point lead at 96:92.

With less than 1 minute left, the Magic called a timeout.

Howard looked at the head coach heavily, it was time to fight the bayonet, and he didn't know how Johnny was going to arrange the offense and defense.

"Francis, do you still have energy!" said head coach Johnny as he looked at the panting Francis.

Francis has already shot iron many times, and he has not connected his teammates well, and his second half tonight is very average or even poor, and Johnny has a little bit of a distrust of Francis.

"Coach, I've always had energy!" Francis stiffened his neck, knowing that he didn't play well, but he still had a hard mouth.

"Rest first!" Johnny shook his head, disagreeing with Francis.

"Next, Howard, Nelson, Mobley, Hill, Turkoglou, you guys go on the court, play the No. 5 tactical ...... of the one-star system

" "Damn!" Francis sat down angrily at the end of the bench, threw the towel heavily on the floor, glanced at the crowd listening to the tactics, and then leaned back on the bench in frustration, closing his eyes.

The suspension ends.

Howard raised his fist and looked at the other four.

"Tyrant

!""Town!"X4"Riot!""Slaughter!"X4

"Rush!"X5

Magic attacked, Howard covered Nelson at the

top of the arc to block Terry, Nelson accelerated to rush inside, Howard followed, Sean blocked between the two, and at the same time, Nowitzki outside the box was also attracted.

Nelson took a step outside the box and gave the ball to Howard from Shaun's crotch, Howard took the ball and strode directly, Sean turned around to block Howard, Nowitzki also came over to attack, and the two jumped together to try to interfere with Howard.

Howard flicked directly to the right, Turkoglu followed up to receive the ball, raised his hand to shoot, Josh Howard pounced on the side to block, and Turkoglu immediately threw it to Hill.

Hill was outside the three-point line, and there was no one in the two-meter range at this time, so he easily adjusted his posture and threw the ball steadily.

Howard immediately opened his hands in the slot.

"Whew!

" Three-point shot

!95:96

"What a beautiful match! The Magic team just played a rare cover block in this game, inside and outside pass and cut tactics, and finally Hill's three-point finish, narrowing the score to 1 point, and the game has 42 seconds left! We have plenty of time to chase the score, and the outcome is still undecided!"

"Yes, it's up to the Magic to defend against the Mavericks' offense! Defend! Defend! Come on!" Commentator B.

The Mavericks were still on the run with Terry, and Nowitzki was playing Turkoglu with the ball while watching his teammates.

The Magic changed their defense, with Mobley at the free-throw line, keeping an eye on Mike Finley and Nowitzki, ready to pick up Nowitzki's ball whenever he showed a flaw.

Nelson, who is full of physical strength, has been chasing behind Terry, even if he encounters a cover block, he quickly bypasses it, and with the delay of his teammates, he has never given Terry a chance to run out of space.

Time passed, and there were only 6 seconds left in the attacking time.

Seeing that there was not much time, Nowitzki started to play alone, constantly squeezing Turkoglu back.

Mobley finds the right moment and sneaks over.

"Dirk ......" Mike Finley hasn't finished reminding him yet.

Mobley had already copied the ball from Nowitzki's hand, and the Magic instantly counterattacked and rushed up to speed.

Mobley dribbles the ball and observes his teammates, Nelson is followed by Terry, Hill is also stuck by Josh Howard, Turkoglu and Nowitzki are still behind, Howard....

!!

Why is Howard right behind me

!!!Mobley was surprised, but immediately had a plan, rushed to the free throw line, attracted Mike Finley to defend, stuck to Mike Finley, and jumped.

Mike Finley thought Mobley was going to make a layup on his own, so he jumped up with all his strength and raised his hands to interfere, but he didn't dare to press down.

Mobley raised his hand and threw the basketball towards the rebound.

The basketball board bounced behind the two.

Behind the two of them, there was a running

Howard! As soon as Mobley glanced at himself, Howard knew that Mobley would definitely pass it to him.

So Howard followed Mobley right behind and watched the basketball bounce off the rebound and land in the air.

Howard kicked the ground with both feet, his calf muscles tensed, and he bent his knees and burst out with all his might.

Leaping high and catching the basketball with both hands, Howard flattened the basket and made a big circle, and a big windmill slammed into the basket.

"Bang!

" 97:96

Magic succeeded in overtaking the score

! There were only 17 seconds left

! The Mavericks took a timeout

! Howard landed on the ground, spread his hands and ran to the center circle, yelled at the technical table, and the home fans, and then pointed his right index finger at the fans in the distance

!"This is my home field!

The fans in the entire arena were infected and reveled

!"Yay

!"Tyrant

!""Wow!"Wow!"

The Magic's teammates also ran over, surrounded Howard, and celebrated with Howard excitedly one by one!

On the Mavericks' final offense, Terry holds the ball from beyond the three-point line and observes the Magic's defense.

By 12 seconds, Nowitzki stepped forward to cover.

Terry carries Turkoglu on his shoulders and cuts inside.

Howard immediately took a step forward to help defend the defense.

Terry flicks the ball back.

It was handed to Nowitzki, and as soon as Nowitzki received the ball, Nelson went down the plate against Nowitzki.

Without giving Nowitzki a chance to dribble inside, his elbow was also secretly put on Nowitzki's waist to exert force, making Nowitzki feel uncomfortable, and at the same time, reaching for the ball.

Nowitzki raised his hands, ignored Nelson, and shot a jumper!

Damn!"

Novitsky suddenly had a severe pain in his abdomen, and after 40 minutes of playing, his hands became weak.

The thrown basketball is soft and hits the front of the basket.

Howard took the basketball and quickly threw it to Nelson, who ran to the frontcourt, and didn't give the Mavericks a chance to foul.

The

game is over

!Magic 97:96 Mavericks, one point narrowly wins!