NBA Tyrant

In the evening, Madison Square Garden Arena.

Those who know this stadium probably know that Madison Square Garden is a famous sports mecca in the beautiful country, and it is not only the home stadium of the NBA's New York Knicks.

It is also a venue for large-scale indoor events such as solo concerts and political rallies, and the stadium holds about 320 large-scale events a year.

It is the NBA's "Arena Mecca", a place where superstars such as Jordan, Reggie Miller, and Ewing leave magical memories, and a venue where superstars such as Taylor Swift and Michael Jackson hold concerts.

Many stars take pride in putting on a spectacular performance at Madison Square Garden, and to be precise, every star who comes here wants to make their own record here.

In the away team's locker room, just after cleaning up, Howard sat on the bench in the locker room, wearing headphones, holding the game console in his hands and quickly pressing the buttons, and the nervous background music of the game came from the headphones.

Feeling a few taps on the shoulder, Howard quickly turned his head in confusion and took off the headphones.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, do you want to show your strength tonight! Take the Knicks and brush up on a wave of data, this is Madison Square Garden, the mecca of basketball! Jordan, Miller and other superstars have left their stories here.

Nelson approached Howard and made a knife gesture as if he had pinched the Knicks.

It's no wonder that Nelson looks down on the Knicks, it's true that the Knicks now have nothing but a pseudo-All-Star Stephen Marbury, and only Jamal Crawford can handle it.

But Marbury is not a qualified team leader at all, and Crawford is not a second-class leader, and their personalities simply do not have the ability to lead the team to the playoffs.

The current Knicks are completely scattered, and the rebellious lone wolf Marbury even took the lead in not taking the former championship coach Lenny Wilkens in his eyes.

Marbury, who was young and vigorous at the age of 27, insisted on going his own way in the game many times, ignoring the coach's tactical arrangements, dominating the ball, being self-respecting, and trampling on the majesty of the head coach.

"There's no need, just let it be, as long as I can win, I don't care about my stats!" Howard

shook his head and dismissed Nelson's suggestion.

Although this place has a special meaning for many players, Howard doesn't think there is anything special, just play normally.

Of course, if there is a chance to play beautiful statistics, Howard will not be polite.

On the other side, the Knicks' home locker room.

"Hey, Stephen, do you want to do it tonight?" Jamal

Crawford crumbled his head cynically as he chewed gum to the music on the headphones around his neck.

Marbury sat in front of the closet and didn't reply to Crawford, just a calm look.

"The other party is the Magic team! No. 1 in the East! We can beat them in a big upset, we will definitely be very famous, and this year's rookie

champion, I heard that he is a very arrogant master! I don't know if you dare to extinguish their prestige! Anyway, in the game, I will play this center champion and welcome him to the NBA, haha!"

Crawford finished speaking, blowing a bubble, and looked at Marbury with a very provocative look.

"Whatever you want! Don't be tricked in the other way around!"

Marbury ignored Crawford's provocation, locked the closet, and walked away with a cold reply.

"Wow! Proud of yourself! you're the boss!"

Crawford muttered as he watched Marbury walk a little farther away, his face full of disdain.

Turning his head to see this year's second-round show, the corners of Crawford's mouth curled.

"Ariza, go, help me get a gold chain from my car!

With that, Crawford tossed the car keys to the ground and motioned for Ariza to pick them up and get his gold chain.

Ariza glanced at the car keys on the ground, secretly gritted her teeth, didn't say anything, silently bent down to pick up the car keys, and left the locker room.

However, when Ariza struggled to find Crawford's car, he searched the inside and out, but he did not find any gold chain at all.

Ariza had no choice but to call Crawford and explain to Crawford that he had not been found.

The result was a breezy sentence from Crawford.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just found it, it turns out that I put it in the closet a long time ago! Let you run for nothing!hahaha!" In

addition to Crawford's voice, the ridicule of several veteran players could be faintly heard on the phone.

Ariza hung up the phone with a gloomy face, clutching it tightly in her right hand.

It's clear that Crawford is deliberately playing tricks on him, a second-round rookie who no one cares about, to make him run for nothing and disgrace the team's players.

"MD, wait for me..."

Back then, Arizak was also a five-star high school student in high school, and he was tied with James, and scoring was as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

It was only later, after being analyzed by Volkswagen scouts, his shortcomings were exposed one by one, saying that he had no potential, almost no ability to hold the ball alone, average breakthroughs, and unstable shooting.

This analysis report instantly made his draft market decline all the way to the bottom this year.

On draft night, he was finally selected by the Knicks with the 14th pick in the second round in 2004.

Marbury, who returned to the locker room, just saw everyone laughing and looking around coldly.

"What's the matter? What are you laughing at!"

"Hahaha, boss, just now Jamal asked Ariza to go to the car in the parking lot to get him the gold chain, Ariza that stupid boy really went obediently

, in fact, the gold chain is not in the car at all, it is in Jamal's closet, Jamal is deliberately playing with Ariza! Hehe! Interesting, interesting, next time I want to play a game to play with him." "

The starting small forward for the Knicks, Tim Thomas had a very interested look on his face.

"I think you'd better play well before you play someone else! you've been playing as well as Ariza as a rookie lately!"

Marbury gave Thomas a cold look and sat down in front of his closet.

Tim Thomas didn't reply, and made a pouting expression of dissatisfaction behind Marbury's back.

......

At eight o'clock in the evening, the game was about to begin.

The Magic's starting five Tigers gathered in front of the technical table, and the five of them raised their fists high.

Howard raised his right hand high and placed his left hand on Turkoglou's shoulder.

"Hey, brothers, are you ready?"

"Of course!"

"1,2,3...""

Sure!" X5

United's Magic players are full of confidence in winning the victory.

On the other hand, on the Knicks' side, the starting five people, under the leadership of Marbury, walked into the court casually, and several people ignored each other and had nothing to say.

The two teams met at the halfway point, with the Knicks' Crawford walking straight in front of Howard.

Howard looked down at Crawford in confusion.

"Rookie champion, I'll be like Marbury to Da Yao, use my streetball style crossover to shake you to the ground in shame, get ready to be embarrassed!

Howard

looked at Crawford's back with a strange expression, and turned to Francis with a puzzled expression.

"Francis, where did this fool come from?"

[Hell, I look so easy to bully?, can a skinny Crawford run up to me and show off his might?].