NBA Tyrant

After half time, Francis raised his hand and gestured to his teammates to play the No. 2 pick-and-roll strategy.

Cato immediately came over and blocked Nelson, and Francis immediately went down quickly to draw Howard to defend, but Francis didn't make a shot when he came to the basket.

Howard didn't even look at the basket on his head and ran straight to the bottom corner.

Howard gave Francis a strange look.

"Francis, are you going to single me out? Come on, let me ......"

Howard could finish his sentence as the basketball clattered overhead.

Howard

immediately looked back.

I saw Hill receive a pass, and in the empty inside, he jumped up and dunked.

"Beautiful, good pass, Francis!"

Hill excitedly made a pull-up on the basket before landing, running to Francis and high-fived each other in celebration.

"Haha, Howard, singled you out, a fool to single out you, a center with 3.36 seconds of terrifying explosive speed!]

"Well done! Cato!"

Johnny looked at Howard smugly.

[This blocking tactic is specifically for Francis's lineup, and it seems to work well!]

Howard didn't believe that Battier would miss Hill, and looked at Nelson suspiciously.

"Cato did another pick-and-roll for Hill after Cato blocked it, and after Battier was blocked, I didn't change my guard in time, and Hill leaked in! My fault!"

Nelson explained to Howard with reluctance and apology on his face.

Howard nodded.

"Everyone except Francis, everyone else does the blocking, and they will change the defense infinitely! Nelson remembers to go around the cover in advance next time!" The

game continued to be fierce, and the offense and defense of both sides played in an orderly manner according to tactics.

"Stevenson runs

!" Cato blocks

him!" "Go up! Don't let him get a spot!"

With a shout, the intra-team game quickly came to an end.

BLU 42:39 RED, with 26 seconds left in the game, RED possession.

Because it was only an intra-team game, there was no pause to play the last attack, and Francis immediately rushed over with the ball, raising his hand to signal the red team to play the No. 5 tactic.

After successfully pulling Howard out of the line, Mobley used a counterrun to cut to the basket.

Defending Mobley, Stevenson was close behind.

Mobley received the pass, jumped to the basket, touched Stevenson in the air, and played the rebound on the board in order not to be blocked.

Mobley's eyes kept on the basketball, but he didn't notice that he was a little unbalanced because of the collision with Stevenson's air.

When I saw the basketball accurately enter the basket, my right foot naturally landed and wanted to stabilize my body, but the unbalanced body made my right foot not face down, but sideways.

"Ahh

Hearing

the voice, Johnny's heart jumped, and he hurriedly ran over.

"Mobley, are you okay

!" "Hiss~ Coach, I've twisted my foot!"

Mobley's expression was still very painful, and it was estimated that he was not optimistic.

"Quick, Francis, Stevenson, you help Mobley to the team doctor.

Johnny had a bad feeling in his heart, and quickly asked the two of them to carry Mobley away.

"Let's get here today, gather at 9 o'clock tomorrow and go to Toronto!" Johnny

said to the crowd and immediately followed.

Seeing the head coach leave in a hurry, Howard originally planned to follow to see how Mobley was doing, but seeing Battier dispelled this idea again.

"Battier, you haven't found a place to live yet!" Howard

thought as Battier had just arrived, to see if there was anything he needed help with.

"Ahh

"There are still 2 rooms in my apartment that no one lives in, if you need to stay with me, it's very close to the stadium.

Howard looked at Battier gently, wanting to make Battier feel the care of the team boss.

[Hmm, what's weird in Howard's eyes?A little gentle? Gentle to a big man? He can't be a rabbit, right!]

Thinking of this, Battier shuddered and looked at Howard with some horror.

"No! I'll go back to the hotel and rest now, and I'll see if there's a suitable house!" said

Battier, taking his belongings as if he had greased the soles of his feet, and walked away quickly.

Howard

tilted his head and stared blankly at Battier's back.

[What's the situation?The Battier I know is not a person who is afraid of life?Isn't it normal to greet and chat when he first came in the morning?What was the frightened look just now?Did I scare him?]

A depressed Howard walked up to his little brother Nelson and pointed to his face.

"Am I scary, scary?"

"No!"

Nelson paid no attention to Howard's question, nonchalantly packing up his things.

"Then why is he so afraid of me?" Howard

muttered, still not understanding Battier's frightened eyes.

"Boss, what's afraid of you?"

Nelson turned to look at Howard.

"It's okay, what do you

think of Battier?" Howard waved his hand and didn't think about it, this intra-team game could already see a lot of things about Battier.

"I think his individual defense ability seems to be

very good, his defensive awareness is very good, he plays very smart, he has just arrived in the afternoon, he is already familiar with the team, he is accurate in three points, he cuts in the air, runs back, is very good at seizing opportunities to get shots, and even has a certain passing ability! He works very the court!"

Howard listened to Nelson's words and nodded in his heart.

As teammates, everyone can feel and see Battier's efforts, especially Howard has had several tactical collaborations with Battier, and Battier has done a very good job.

Howard patted Nelson on the shoulder, said go back to rest early, and got up to leave.

.......

On December 1, the Magic team took a special plane to Toronto.

Johnny told everyone on the plane about Mobley's injury, which was only a slight broken foot, and there were no problems with bones and ligaments, and he only needed a week of rest to come back.

This relieved everyone on the worried Magic team.

Howard also let go of the big stone in his heart.

[It's not a big injury.]

Then Johnny announced that Battier would take Mobley's place tonight as the starting point guard.

When the Magic team warmed up at the Raptors' Canada Route Center arena, some local Toronto media reporters came up to interview everyone.

"Howard, your last fiasco made everyone realize that the strength of your Magic team is actually not as strong as imagined,

and tonight against the Raptors with demigod Carter, how many points do you think you will lose?"

Howard frowned and looked at the reporter.

[Lose, your sister, lose, don't you see if your Raptors still have a bad record?Wait! Lao Tzu will let Carter stay on the ground honestly tonight!]

[Hmph! Carter is making a fuss about leaving, and he is still here with the banner of Lakat, I really don't know what to show off.

"The outcome of a game doesn't mean anything, we'll continue to win!" Howard

didn't bother to bother with a reporter who didn't know anything, and replied nonchalantly.

"But Pierce of the Celtics said that you Howard are not worthy of your name, and your strength is all touted by the media! Not really! Do you have anything to say about that?"

"My average stats in November are 31.7 points, 17.1 rebounds, 7.7 assists, 1.7 steals and 4.2 blocks per game, if this stat is all based on hype, then I have nothing to say!

As for Pierce, hahaha! What is he?"

Howard smiled disdainfully and glanced at the reporter with a cold face.

On the other side, Francis was also being interviewed.

"Francis, many people have found that when Howard is out of the game and you lead the team, the team's offensive and defensive performance will become worse, do you think it's your problem? Or is it your teammate's problem?"

The players in our team are basically new to this year, and when we run in better, I don't think we will have the problem you said!"

"In the last game, at the peak of the 27-year-old, you were fully limited by the 36-year-old 'glove' Payton, only 5 of 16 shots, at present, you are averaging 15 shots per game, and only 16 points per game

, A Smith said that you are an incompetent star, and your strength is not up to the All-Star level at all, do you agree with his words?"

"Being suppressed by Payton is indeed something I should reflect, but I know what level Payton's defense is, as for what A Smith said, wait, who is A Smith?

Sorry, I haven't heard of this person, but I want to say that our Magic team is now the first in the league, and my average assists per game are fifth in the league!"

After saying that, Francis left sullenly, not wanting to be interviewed by this reporter again.

Nelson was doing a dribbling exercise with the ball, and a reporter came over to interview him at this time.

"Hello, Nelson, is it convenient for me to be interviewed?" Nelson

, as a rookie in the middle and late stages, is now a substitute, and there were no reporters to interview him in the previous game, this is the first time someone has come to interview.

Nelson thought that he was now making a name for himself and getting the attention of the media, so he gladly accepted the reporter's request for an interview.

"Nelson, may I ask what caused the last game, when your bench players were collectively invisible, and the main substitutes like you only scored 2 points?"

"Every game, everybody's form goes up and down, it's just that we didn't feel good in the last game. "

As a defender, your speed is very average, have you ever thought about losing excess fat on your body?"

"What do you mean, do you mean I'm fat? I'm strong and not fat!OK?

" "My body is very strong, which gives me a big advantage in the same position, in the confrontation, which is why I defend well, I

will pay attention to maintaining my physical condition and contribute to the team!"

"Not only am I not going to lose weight, I'm going to keep my current size, huh!"

Nelson said, ignoring the reporter and turning to leave.

As soon as Johnny walked to the training grounds, he was caught by several reporters.

"Coach Johnny, in the last game, those brain-dead adjustments you made when you were behind ruined the game!!showed your incompetence, will you make the same adjustment tonight?"

[Why do you know how to speak?You're brain-dead!You're incompetent!Get out of the way!]

Johnny was too lazy to talk to reporters, and he was in a good mood, but now it's completely gone, and he turned around and walked to the away team's locker room with a black face.

"Coach Johnny ......"

half an hour later, in the visiting locker room.

From the head coach to the Magic water cooler administrator, all of them have black faces and burning flames in their eyes.

Johnny angrily smashed the tactics board

, took a deep breath, looked around at the crowd, and gritted his teeth with a fierce expression.

"Guys

!" "Tonight

!" "Give it to me, Big! Slaughter!"

"We... Slay the dragon!".