NBA Tyrant

"Bleach~Bright!Shaq is still the familiar Big Mac!haha!" Kenny Smith breathed a sigh of relief when he saw O'Neal force Howard to score.

"Howard's lower limbs are too long, which makes him look like his lower limbs are too thin, and the lower disc is really unstable after being impacted, even if he is targeted and thick, but in the face of a super heavy center like O'Neal, tsk, it's really useless.

Kenny Smith shook his head as if he felt sorry and helpless for Howard.

"Hmph... This stupid fat man can only rely on tonnage to chisel on the inside line now, and he has no technical content

at all!" Barkley didn't look down on O'Neill at all, and when he heard Kenny's words, he snorted.

On the court, the Magic organized an offense, and Howard saw Francis's gesture and stopped walking inside.

After a brief eye contact with Battier who ran to the bottom corner, he quickly moved to the 45-degree angle of the three-point line and stood still.

Howard first pretended to cover the pick-and-roll against Francis, but suddenly turned around and made a pick-and-roll on the opposite side.

Battier waited until Howard was a good wall, and immediately raised his foot to start, and when Howard turned around, he just ran past Howard, and Wade could only move sideways and crash into Howard's arms.

After Howard blocked Wade, he immediately went down to the penalty area, leading O'Neal to let go of Battier and follow him.

After Battier shook off Wade's defense, he ran past Francis to the top of the arc and received a pass from Francis.

Faced with a large open space that was unguarded, Battier took the ball directly with three points at the top of the arc.

Under the basket, Howard and O'Neal immediately wrestled with each other.

"Whew!"

the basketball hollows into the net.

"Oh! I have to say, Howard's pick-and-roll quality is really good, and a simple pick-and-roll combination can tear up the Heat's defense. "Although Kenny Smith supports O'Neal, he is very appreciative of the Magic's wonderful pick-and-roll tactics today.

"Yes, the Magic team is not just a dead tactic with four outside shooters in one room, and the fact that they can play where they are today shows that they are also growing and enriching new tactical plays. Barkley

was very appreciative of the variety of tactics the Magic are showing today, and nodded his head in agreement when he heard Kenny's words.

"Good block!",

"Good pass

!" "Perfect three-point!"

Howard, who had just finished blocking and pick-and-roll, celebrated with each other and retreated.

"Mine, it's me who didn't defend well!" Wade

raised his hand to signal to his teammates that his defense was not doing well.

After receiving Haslem's serve, Wade dribbled the ball through half court alone, and it was clear that Wade was planning to score a goal himself, and to return the color.

When Haslem was also half-time, Wade motioned for Haslem to cover the pick-and-roll.

"Just change the defense!" Howard

stood on the inside, saw Wade and Haslem's movements, and gave a loud reminder to Battier and Turkoglou.

Tekoglu can actually play both large and small forward positions, and although his pace is not fast, he is very proactive on the defensive end due to the atmosphere in which the team boss is keen to defend.

After changing the defense, against Wade, who is known for his speed, he was not empty at all, and according to the defensive arrangement of Wade before the game, Turkoglu deliberately separated Wade by a position.

How dare you insult me like this! Then I'll show you!]

Wade, a young and frivolous 22-year-old man, flashed anger and disdain in his eyes, and his feet instantly exploded, rushing from the top of the arc to the inside line like lightning, leading Tekoglu to follow closely behind.

Just as Turkoglu moved his center of gravity to follow the defense, Wade, who rushed to the three-point line, noticed Howard's footsteps, stood still in front of the reasonable collision zone, and waited for him to come to the door to deliver the hat himself.

With a cold snort in his heart, Wade did not choose to rashly challenge Howard's defensive ability under the basket, and directly made a sharp stop and made a mid-range dry pull-up jumper.

[Hey, I'm in!]

Howard turned his head and glanced at Wade in some surprise.

At this time, Wade, who had successfully scored the goal, had already raised his proud head like a peacock, made a blowing gun barrel celebration gesture, and interacted with the home fans while running back.

"It's okay, keep defending.

Howard ran past Tekoglu and said a word of encouragement.

In the first quarter, from the beginning of the game, the scores of the two sides were always deadlocked, and no one could shake off the score until the end of the first quarter, when the two teams fought 31:30, and the Magic team led slightly by 1 point.

In the second quarter, without O'Neal's offensive and defensive attrition, Howard completely unleashed his scoring ability in the face of the Heat's backup centers Letner and Doliak's rotational defense.

In less than 2 minutes, he scored 4 goals and 2 free throws in a row, and one person brought a wave of 10:2 small climax, directly stopping the Heat.

Magic 41:32 Heat.

Coming back from the timeout, Howard looked at Haslem who was opposite him with some surprise, and the Heat did not replace O'Neal with this timeout.

[It seems that you want to use wheel tactics to consume me?Give O'Neal plenty of rest time, replenish physical energy and continue to suppress me?Or retain physical energy and exert strength in the second half?]

Howard looked at the big Van Gundy who was in the old god, which was almost 10 points behind, and there was no rush on his face, which was worthy of an old fritter.

[But... Hmph, Haslem defended me, so I'm welcome, I remember the squirting at me in the first section.

After defending the Heat's offense again, Howard ran into the Heat's interior, jammed Haslem, and reached for the ball at Nelson.

"Dog, I'm going to slam one on your head, are you ready?" Howard

held the basketball in one hand, facing Haslem sideways, his squinting eyes squinting with contempt.

"Shut up! I don't want to be cried later, oh! I forgot, crying children have milk to eat, do you want me to find you milk to drink, uncle? Don't worry! I'll breastfeed, hahaha!" Haslem

didn't take Howard seriously at all, even if he saw Howard score on O'Neal's head in the first quarter and complete the mutual explosion with O'Neal on the offensive end, he still didn't feel at ease.

But I never thought that I could score against O'Neal, and there are a few people in the league.

Hearing Haslem's trash talk, Howard's hand to grab the ball tightened, and he didn't talk nonsense, and directly stuck it with his back to the ball in three sections.

"Hoh..."

Haslem's face changed dramatically.

Second paragraph!

"Ho... Uh-huh—"

Haslem took two steps back, looked at Howard in disbelief, and touched his aching chest a little suspiciously.

In the third period, Howard was not used again, because his face was pale, and Haslem, who was muffled, had lost his defensive position and was squeezed under the basket.

Howard didn't plan to hit Haslem, and he kept retracting his strength by hitting, unlike when he used 10 percent of his strength against O'Neal.

Because Howard wants to do what he said, to complete a violent slap on Haslem's head, and humiliate and humiliate the arrogant and proud Haslem.

Seeing Haslem struggling to stabilize himself under the basket, Howard turned and looked up, ignoring Haslem, and jumped with all his feet bent on his knees, raising one arm high.

"Hmph!"

Seeing that Howard was about to complete a violent dunk on his head, Haslem, who was unwilling to be humiliated, gritted his teeth, his eyes were firm, and even if he lost his defensive position and his chest hurt, he still jumped up with Howard.

The two faced each other in mid-air, chest to chest, and collided fiercely together.

"Ho!"

Howard was not afraid of Haslem's defense at all, and the hard-fought battle only aroused the brutal gene in his heart even more, and his expression was instantly crazy.

I saw two people in mid-air touching and parting.

Howard, who had a full jump and was stronger, had the upper hand, Howard in mid-air was unaffected, while Haslem had lost his balance and fell backwards.

But Haslem didn't know if he lost his balance and panicked and unintentionally grabbed Howard's jersey collar with his hand, or deliberately, grabbed it and pulled it down.

Although he was pulled, Howard still violently pressed the basketball into the basket, his whole body boiled, and he yelled when he was about to land, venting the excitement in his heart.

At this time, I felt a pulling force coming from my neck, and hurriedly let go of my right hand grabbing the basket.

After landing, Howard looked down and saw that one hand was grabbing the collar of his jersey.

Howard grabbed the palm of his collar with one hand, ripped it open, and glared at Haslem.

"Shet!TM!the!Get out of the way!"

"FK YOU!Who are you talking about!!Milk stuff!"

Haslem, who hadn't yet stood firm, was pulled to the ground by Howard, and his heart was furious.

The humiliating dunk at home made Haslem extremely unhappy, and now seeing that Howard dared to scold himself, he immediately stepped forward and pressed Howard's chest against it.

"What's the dog called, come on, come and hit me!" Howard

did not show weakness, and in the face of provocation, he immediately confronted Haslem.

"NMD..."

Haslem swung his fist and was about to punch Howard, but was quickly grabbed and pulled away by his own teammates who reacted.

Everyone on the Magic court rushed over, gathered around Howard, and glared at Haslem.

"Hahaha, Haslem can't stand Howard at all, just his little Howard's body, only the part of being humiliated by the dunk... Wow

! Haslem and Howard are spraying each other in the face, are they going to fight! Oops! Haslem is punching, eh... How to pull it apart.

Barkley was instantly excited, and regardless of the commentary, he stood up without thinking it was a big deal to see the excitement.