NBA Tyrant

"Beautiful! Beautiful! In the last minute, our Magic players really put on a really good offensive and defensive performance!" Commentator A was happy to win the game.

"Of course, first the tacit understanding of the four-man three-point tactics, then the old cat Mobley's god digging, Howard's big windmill blowing up the basket, and finally Nelson's misplaced and dead defense did not retreat, which greatly affected Nowitzki's mid-range shooting shot that was almost exhausted!" Commentator B analyzes the final offense and defense.

"Yes, although Nelson didn't show much in the front of the game, but at the last moment, he kept up with Terry who was running, so that the Mavericks had no open scoring opportunities

," "Moreover, he defended Nowitzki, who was 30 centimeters taller than him, and did not back down, but went up hard, raised his hand to interfere with Nowitzki's vision, and finally won the game for the Magic, and he was the hero of tonight!" Commentator A admired Nelson's final performance.

"Let's take a look at tonight's best player, our Dwight Howard, who played 35 minutes tonight, 12-of-16, 3-of-3 free throws, 27 points, 18 rebounds, 9 assists, 1 steal and 2 blocks.

"However, he blew up the so-called second center in the West tonight!Haha! Howard played Dampier with a feint at the beginning, and then completed a breakthrough dunk with Dampier on top of him, and the most exciting thing was that Howard shook Dampier with a beautiful crossover and shook Dampier to dunk Nowitzki with a beautiful crossover! This goal will definitely be the best goal in the top ten tonight!"

Commentator A spat on Howard's wonderful performance in the game!"

Okay, now that the game is over, let's congratulate the Magic again! Goodbye, friends!" commentator B made the closing remarks.

Howard happily raised his hands as he walked over to Nowitzki as the end of the game sounded.

In this game, facing the playoff powerhouse Mavericks, although the Magic team exposed a lot of problems, they won after all, which shows that the Magic team has the strength to wrestle with the strong team.

And the one-star system around himself, when he is present, also has a score advantage, which also shows that this system is indeed suitable for him, and the power is not small.

It's just that if there are better 3-and-D players, such as Dream Green when the Warriors have three-point points, and Battier, the blindfolded defensive master, they should be able to exert the power of this system to a stronger level, and the Magic team can definitely become a championship-level team.

Alas, thinking too much!

"Dirk, your last ball really scared me!" Howard smiled and hugged the old driver.

The hard win made Howard very excited, but Howard felt that since he won the game, he should be a little more restrained in front of the opponent and not be too embarrassed.

Tonight's veteran driver, the performance is still bright, 8 of 20, 26 points, 8 rebounds and 1 assist, the score is only 1 point behind Howard, if the last shot beats the Magic, tonight's best player should go to Nowitzki.

"Damn, boy, if it weren't for your little Nelson and his black elbow on my stomach, I would have made a lore!

"Your performance is great, it's unbelievable, you've just played in the NBA, you're just a rookie, and you're playing so brightly, I can imagine how brilliant your future will be!" the old driver patted Howard on the back in admiration.

"Hehe, I'm just going all out every game and trying to win the game!Dirk, you are my respected star, and I hope to face you on a higher stage one day!" Howard let go of his hands, and there was a hint of confidence and determination in his eyes.

"Oh, is it a higher stage? Haha, there will definitely be! However, why is

it a duel, it won't be a team?" The old driver reacted, Howard was referring to the finals of the East-West showdown, but in the future, it will be a duel or a team, who can say for sure, so he looked at Howard playfully.

"Ah, this... Unlikely!" Howard didn't know how to answer.

"No, anything is possible! hey!" said the old driver, parting ways with Howard and walking to the locker room.

Don Nelson and Johnny on the sidelines also shook hands and greeted each other.

"Congratulations! Howard is such a rare player, you are so lucky!" Don

Nelson's tone was full of envy, one is that Johnny can coach Howard, and the other is that the results of the Magic team with Howard will definitely not be bad, so Johnny's rookie coaching season has a high starting point.

"Hehe, it's luck!" Johnny didn't know Don Nelson after all, and he didn't know what to say.

The two parted, and Don Nelson walked towards Howard.

"Howard, you're doing awesome, you're single-handedly destroying our inside!" Don Nelson shook his head helplessly.

"Hehe, no, no, I also suffered a lot today, my physical strength was exhausted, now I just want to lie down, Coach Don Nelson, the team, the lineup and the tacit understanding you have built must be better, if Dirk scores in the end, it will be us who loses. Howard's modest remark.

"Hehehe, so modest, you really don't look like us young Americans! I hope to have a chance to work together!" Don Nelson patted Howard on the arm and turned to leave.

"Okay!huh?" Howard replied politely.

What do you mean?

Howard looked at Don Nelson as he walked away.

After the interview, Howard walked back to the locker room and found everyone quiet, puzzled.

"Hey, guys, we won tonight, why are we all so quiet?"

"Look, Boss!" Nelson walked over and pointed to Francis's closet.

Howard turned his head to see that Francis's closet had been smashed and a stool was embedded in the closet.

Howard frowned.

"Who did that?" Howard

thought it was someone who had a grudge against Francis, taking revenge on Francis.

The staff guarding outside the locker room said that before the end of the game, Francis came back alone, and then, there was a sound of smashing in the locker room, and after it was quiet, Francis left with an ugly face. "

Hill, as the boss of the locker room, has naturally asked what is going on.

Howard looked around the locker room, and sure enough, Francis was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's go wash up first, I won't play tonight, anyway, there will be back-to-back games tomorrow, Mobley, help me find Francis, I'll contact you later after the press conference!"

......

At the post-game press conference, Howard just wanted to answer the reporter's questions and end it quickly.

"Howard, against the strong Mavericks, you played well again, played a quasi-triple-double, and the team as a whole is also doing well, does this mean that the Magic is already a playoff-level team?"

"No, compared to those playoff teams, we are still very immature, and tonight I deeply realized my shortcomings, we still have a lot to improve. "Howard's perfunctory is no different from saying nothing.

"Howard, do you have anything to say about the age fraud incident?"

"I don't want to say anything, in our beautiful country, this is almost impossible, an agent has been arranged to deal with it, and the truth will be given to everyone soon!" As soon as he said this, Howard was very unhappy in his heart, it was too disgusting.

"Howard, seeing you use your fantasy footwork and mid-range scoring today, is this already your regular weapon?"

"I'm not that good yet, but I'll continue to upgrade myself!" Howard received the message on his phone, looked down and stole a look, it was Mobley who sent it.

When the press conference was over, Howard immediately got up and clicked on the phone message.

Mobley said that he was at Francis's house, accompanied by Francis, who was drinking and came over as soon as possible.

Driving to Francis's house, Howard saw Francis and Mobley sitting on the couch, and Francis was alone with a wine glass in a daze.

Francis's wife didn't dare to disturb him, motioned for Howard to go over on his own, and left the living room.

"Hey, Boss F, why don't you call you brother when you drink, come, I'll drink with you!" Howard adjusted his mood and strode back on the couch with a smile.

Hearing the voice, Francis turned his head, looked at Howard, and drank the rest of the wine from his glass.

"Howard, why are you here, oh! Belch... I'm sorry, but I put the locker room... Wardrobe... Smashed!"

Francis's eyes were misty, and he seemed to have drunk quite a bit.

"Hey, what are you talking to me about, I don't care about this, but since you said this, then... Boss F., can you tell me what's going on?"

Howard immediately followed Francis's words, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Heh... Howard, that rookie coach, turned out to... At the most critical time of the game, put me... Pressed on the bench, I... But the main core point guard, is it not as good as Nelson... That one... Rookie, damn it!"

At the mention of this, Francis slammed his glass on the table with great rage.

"Also, the fans behind the bench actually said that I was dragging my feet and didn't deserve to start, and asked me to get out! Leave Orlando! But if I hadn't hit consecutive points in the second quarter, we would have spent half time, how dare he say that about me! Phew!" Francis's

breath became heavier, and it was obvious that this was what really stimulated Francis.

Lack of recognition and respect from the fans.

"Boss F, the coach should have seen that your physical exertion was too great, which affected your performance, and the Mavericks Terry was constantly running, worried that you couldn't keep up with him, so let Nelson, who has plenty of physical energy, follow, I think you can understand!"

Howard paused.

"As for what the fans say, I think we just need to play well and we will naturally get their recognition and respect, what do you think?"

"I understand the truth, but it's the dignity that hurts! You won't understand this now!" Francis shook his head and said no more.

"I'll ask the coach to apologize to you tomorrow, indeed, at a critical time, it's the play of the main force, let you sit on the cold bench, obviously deny you, this is too undeserved!"

Howard patted Francis on the thigh comfortingly.

"Howard, are you really just a high school graduate under the age of 19? I have a little doubt that the media reports about your age are true! Oh! you can't be 30 years old!"

Mobley looked at the old Howard with a strange look of surprise.

"you!" Howard punched Mobley directly.

"Hahaha!" Francis couldn't help but be happy as he watched the two fight.

"Alright, thank you, brother, I'm in a much better mood, there's back-to-back games tomorrow, let's all go back and rest!" Francis

finally smiled and put down his glass.

"Brother!" Howard gestured, thumping his chest.

"Brother!" said Mobley.

"Haha! man!" Francis followed.

When Howard and Mobley left, Francis's smile immediately put away.

Thinking about the last two games, head coach Johnny has been reducing his playing time and increasing the time of that rookie Nelson.

And let him and Howard often play together, as a veteran bird, Francis naturally knows what his fate will be next in the team!