NBA Tyrant

"How do I know!" Francis.

"However, when Marbury shook Da Yao, I saw it clearly, no way, small guards always like to play big players

, I guess Crawford just wants to fall in the face of your tyrant, but... You're not a slow Yao, Dwight!Give him some color and see!"

Howard raised his eyebrows, pouting and nodding silently.

[It seems that there are many players who want to step on themselves to become famous, hum! Pinch me as a soft persimmon, funny!]

The two teams were about to jump the ball, and Howard looked at the center of the Knicks in front of him speechlessly.

Nazr Mohammed, a short center forward with a height of 208 and a weight of 109 kg.

[Dizzy, serious?This body is a whole size smaller than me!Can he really stand my devastation?I really don't want to bully the small

!Hey, hey!๑乛ᄌ乛๑】

Knicks starting lineup

: Point Guard: MarburyQuarterback

: CrawfordSmall

Forward: Tim Thomas Power Forward: Cott Thomas

Center: Muhammad

Howard's advantage in jumping was too obvious, and after slapping the ball behind him, Howard ran straight to the waist position and jammed Muhammad.

Francis passed the ball to Howard in time, and the first ball was still given to Howard as usual.

Howard easily slapped his back twice, and when he saw Muhammad exert all his strength against himself, Howard naughtily opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, looking at Muhammad playfully.

Pretending to continue to hit the back, seeing Muhammad leaning forward nervously, wanting to continue to stand up to himself, Howard directly turned around quickly to the right, threw off Muhammad, and easily clasped his hands with a coherent bottom line.

After landing, Howard opened his arms and ran back with ease.

And Muhammad staggered forward in embarrassment because of the strength he was with, but fortunately he reacted quickly and helped the floor with his hands, otherwise he would have been really embarrassed and embarrassed to fall on the floor.

"Hahaha! Muhammad, you're almost a messy, what a shame

!" Knicks small forward Tim Thomas gloated past Muhammad.

"FK! Get out!"

was embarrassed at home, and Muhammad, who was already ashamed, was ridiculed by his teammates, and was even more unhappy, and directly knocked Tim Thomas to serve on the baseline.

"Cut! Tim

Thomas, who was knocked out, shrugged his shoulders and ran away.

Switching offense and defense, the Knicks' first offense was naturally handed over to Marbury.

As one of the stars of the 96 golden generation, Marbury didn't even call for tactical coordination after coming over with the ball, and the arrogant directly faced Francis with a tough breakthrough.

Although Francis's defense is average, and Marbury's breakthrough speed is also very fast, but in the face of such a straight breakthrough Marbury without any skills.

Francis was still able to keep up well without losing position, and seeing that Marbury was about to go to the basket, Francis decided to slow down a little and give Marbury room to shoot.

Do you think Francis was kind enough to give Marbury a chance to score?

No, Howard was like a tiger hiding in the grass, waiting in the inside box, waiting for the opportunity to deliver the fatal blow when the prey passed by.

Just as Marbury jumped up for a layup, Howard directly stretched out his long arm and slapped the basketball that had just been taken out of Marbury's hand on the rebound through Francis.

"Hey, welcome to the Magic's no-fly zone!, my sweet lone wolf!"

Seeing that the rebounding basketball was accepted by Francis, who did not jump, Howard hurriedly followed his teammates and accelerated the sprint under his feet.

At this time, the other four members of the Magic team had rushed forward at full speed, and the familiar counterattack fast attack reappeared on the court.

Howard, who was a little behind, had an excellent view of the empty space in front of him, and saw the unguarded Francis running wild with the ball, Battier was followed by Crawford, Hill....

Turning

his gaze, he saw that Tim Thomas, who was originally defending Hill, was running slowly at this time, and he had no intention of chasing after him.

Francis

also found Hill who was vacant in front of him, and did not hesitate to throw the ball directly to Hill who ran into the Knicks' three-point line.

Hill, who received the ball, rushed to the empty basket and came directly to a coquettish gliding folding back buckle.

"Hahaha, good pass, Francis, it's so cool

!" "I'll give this back dunk 10 points

!" "Wonderful dunk!" Hill

, who ran back, high-fived each other with Francis and Howard.

The Knicks attacked again, and Howard saw Marbury hovering outside the three-point line on the inside, and did not make offensive choices rashly, and obviously, Marbury was much more cautious this time.

With only 14 seconds left, Marbury was still hesitating, and Crawford, who was standing outside the three-point line on the right, was impatient.

"Give me the ball, boss, I'll come!"

Crawford approached Marbury, holding out his hands for the ball.

Marbury glared at Crawford fiercely, didn't say anything, and threw the ball in his hand to Crawford.

"Muhammad, come out and block!"

Crawford, who got the ball, shouted excitedly to the inside.

[Haha, I'm going to play the wrong position and humiliate this high-profile rookie champion! Come on!]

Hearing Crawford's words, Muhammad honestly ran out of the inside line and made a personal wall for Crawford to block Battier.

When Muhammad went out to cover, Howard knew what Crawford wanted to do, nothing more than to fight small.

Howard went straight up to the delay, using his defensive coverage to block Crawford's breakout lane, while raising his left hand high to interfere with Crawford's vision.

If you want to talk about Crawford's scoring ability, it's actually okay, but when you go crazy, there is indeed a big threat, so Howard blocked it very tightly, and didn't want to give Crawford a chance to go crazy.

However, after all, it was played with streetball, and Crawford directly used a streetball action, first putting the ball down in front of Howard's right hand.

The body also broke through to Howard's right, and after attracting Howard's attention, he quickly pulled the ball back with his right hand.

Seize the opportunity of Howard's move to the right, jump to Howard's left, and go straight to the inside.

[Street Ball Action?!]

Howard was not slow to react, and quickly turned around to chase the inside line, closely following Crawford.

The two are not too far apart, and Howard is confident that as long as Crawford dares to jump, he can give Crawford a chase hat.

Crawford naturally felt Howard behind him, leaned forward directly and jumped, and made a small throw to make a quick shot.

"Haha! Rookie little champion, get ready to fall to the ground! Next time I'll use a bigger change of direction."

Crawford said, making a pistol gesture with both hands, and arrogantly kept blowing in front of his mouth, indicating that his hands were hot.

"Okay, there's a kind of keep coming!Skinny Monkey!"

Howard looked down at Crawford with a provocative look in his unhappy eyes, and compared them face to face, for the stout Howard, Crawford really looked like a monkey with thin arms and legs.

"Cut, wait!

I'll make you lose face, rookie!" "Boss, what's the matter?, give me the ball later, I'll take care of the offense!I'll clean up this rookie who covers you for you!hahaha!"

Back in his own half, Crawford walked up to Marbury's side, and his arrogant appearance did not diminish at all.

"Yes!"

Marbury's eyes grew colder as he looked at Crawford.

Coming back, the Magic offense, and Howard once again made it easy on the papier-mâché Knicks inside.

And when it came to the Knicks' offense, Marbury really did what he said, giving the ball directly to Crawford.

An excited Crawford called for cover again.

"Sean, change the defense directly, I want to give the skinny monkey some gifts!" Seeing

that Battier wanted to bypass the cover, Howard directly refused, signaling that he was going to misplace to defend Crawford.

"Gifts?yo! The rookie is quite polite, but, as a veteran player, I'd better give you a big gift first!"

Crawford repeated his old tricks, showing all kinds of streetball moves that were close to illegal in front of Howard's eyes, trying to trick Howard with feints and big changes.

"Heh! It's really fun to watch the monkeys play!" Howard

lowered his center of gravity and defended seriously, unmoved by Crawford's coquettish changes in front of him.

"FK!"

Hearing Howard's taunt and feeling that the gorgeous feints he had worked on in front of him were all regarded as monkeys by Howard, Crawford felt the ultimate humiliation in his heart.

After another feint, Crawford opted to break fast from Howard's right flank.

Seeing Howard keep up with him, Crawford suddenly came to a horse archery and shot quickly, trying to catch Howard off guard.

But this time, Howard has been following on the side, and the anti-natural bounce speed and long arms allow Howard to be the last to come first even if he jumps slower than Crawford.

Howard watched as Crawford jumped, slamming one foot on the floor as he moved, extending his long arms as his palms overtook the basketball in the air.

Howard flew the basketball to the Knicks' bench with all his might, and the basketball flew far into the audience at the back.

"Bye-bye!" Howard

put his right hand on his forehead in a look-a-ahead gesture, then raised his hand and shook it in a goodbye gesture.

"Oh my God! Where's basketball? Where's it? Wowhahaha! Dwight, you're so exciting with your volleyball hat!" Francis

ran over and excitedly made the same look as Howard, and then slammed Howard on the chest.

Howard turned his head and smiled at Crawford.

"Let's go on! skinny monkey!"

After that, sure enough, Crawford, who was stimulated by Howard, ignored the feelings of the rest of the team, and got the ball and hit Howard in a misplaced single.

As a result, less than 5 minutes into the first quarter, Howard directly gave Crawford 6 hot pot gifts, so angry that the head coach of the Knicks called a timeout and pressed Crawford to the bench.

After playing 6 minutes, Howard went off the court and went out of the game, making 3 of 3 and scoring 7 points, 3 rebounds, 2 assists and 7 blocks in a single quarter.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Howard took the bench against Crawford, who came back again, and at first Crawford played honestly according to the head coach's tactics.

But it didn't take long for Crawford, who was provoked and stimulated by Howard again, to start fighting again and continue to single Howard, and as a result, he received a hot pot gift again.

By the end of the half, Howard, who played the second quarter, had a triple-double of 16 points, 13 rebounds, 5 assists, 1 steal and 11 blocks.

Of the four new block data, two were provided by Crawford.

In the third quarter, Crawford, who was already red-eyed, every time he got the ball, he was doing Howard, but unfortunately, Howard, who had the speed and explosiveness of the guard, the height and long arms, and the excellent defense, completely locked Crawford.

At the end of the third quarter, the Magic 102:73 Knicks, the game went into garbage time without any suspense.

Howard got 2 blocks from Crawford again, clocking out in the third quarter, and the data came to 28 points, 16 rebounds, 7 assists, 1 steal and 16 blocks.

Eight of those blocks were on Crawford, and Howard defended Crawford from 6-of-24 shooting just 25 percent from the field.

When reporters asked Howard after the game how he felt about breaking his own and rookie player block records.

Howard said happily: "Thank you Crawford for the 8 cap data sent by Lao Tie, thank you ~ because of you ~ warm the world!".