In the second half of the first quarter, Meng Xu did not play again, but relying on the excellent performance of Avery Johnson and a group of bench players, the Spurs led the Knicks by 3 points at 27-24 and entered the second quarter.

In the second quarter of the game, Popovich changed the team's tactics, and when Ewing couldn't find the game for a long time, Duncan sat on the bench in the second quarter and did not play, the offensive core of the court became Avery Johnson, and Meng Xu also returned to his familiar style of play again.

David Robinson is suspended, Duncan is resting off the court, as an important scoring point for the Spurs, whether Meng Xu is happy or not, he can only put more energy on the offensive end, and Avery Johnson is also constantly passing the ball to Meng Xu, looking at the "earnest" gaze of Popovich on the sidelines, Meng Xu can't paddle if he wants to.

In this game, after using the magic potion, Meng Xu's long-range shooting attribute has overflowed, reaching an astonishing 104.5, but Meng Xu's feel in this game is not too good, and under the interference of Alan Houston's continuous small actions, Meng Xu's 3-point shooting rate in the second quarter is only 2 of 6 shots, and mid-range shooting, Meng Xu can avoid it now, since before the All-Star Game, Meng Xu has not shot a mid-range shot in more than a dozen consecutive games.

"He's a player with very obvious strengths and weaknesses, he's great defensively, and as Michaels said, he's already in contention for the best defensive player of the season, whether it's against Houston or Sprewell, he's impeccable defensively, and he's got a good 3-pointer, and he's shooting very much like Larry Bird, but he's not consistent enough. His shortcoming is that the offensive means are too simple, and so far in this game, he has not broken through once, not even a single mid-range shot. Kenny Smith talked eloquently on the live stream, commenting on rookies has always been one of Smith's hobbies.

"Alain, you're too slow." After throwing off Alan Houston again, Meng Xu taunted Alan Houston who caught up, but after finishing speaking, Meng Xu felt a little awkward, as if there was a song called Alain?

"Bastard" looked at Meng Xu, who shook his head, for some reason he had a cold war, Alan Houston had a chill, this kid is moving too fast, especially in a straight line to accelerate, he can't keep up with him even if he tries his best, often he can get rid of himself with a speed, if it weren't for his rich game experience, the scene would be even more ugly, and what is even more annoying is that after this guy gets rid of himself, no matter whether he can hit the shot or not, he has an expression that I haven't tried my best. If he had put it aside, he would have greeted him with his fist so that he would know why the flowers were so red, and the thought of the fist made Alan Houston's mood instantly improve again.

"Coach Jeff, I think you should have someone else to defend me, at least not let me shoot the basketball so easily, don't you?" I don't know if he was too excited, Meng Xu spread his hands and shouted at the iron-faced Knicks head coach Jeff Van Gandhi when he was retreating.

"Bastard, what are you talking about?" Little Van Gandhi, who was used to seeing this kind of scene, was not very good, and Sprewell, who passed behind Meng Xu, was not happy first, and rushed up to make a move.

"A rookie who dares to be arrogant in Madison." Although he was pulled by his teammates behind him, Sprewell kept scolding at Meng Xu.

"Meng, be careful, these guys are notoriously ruthless." Without waiting for the referee to come, Avery Johnson pulled Meng Xu away and reminded Meng Xu by the way. While Pat Riley, the soul of the New York gang, has gone to the Heat, the team's main players are still there. Under the focus of the league, their hot tempers and actions have been subdued a lot, but occasionally they still break out, and the two teams broke out in a group fight in the series with the Heat last year.

"Yes, I see." Meng Xu also watched the game last year, if he didn't know it, he thought it was a boxing match, but Tiehan Moning suffered a big loss in the hands of his aunt.

"Beep" remembered with the whistle, and the referee blew Meng Xu to walk once. In the attack just now, Sprewell hugged Meng Xu tightly, his right hand was stuck on Meng Xu's waist, his left hand kept tearing Meng Xu's jersey, and his knee pushed Meng Xu's calf from time to time, almost holding Meng Xu and falling to the ground. After Meng Xu received the ball, he was secretly pushed by Alan Houston, who came to wrap him up, and Meng Xu, who was pushed and stumbled, inevitably walked.

"You're as filthy as the sewers in New York." Meng Xu, who had suffered a secret loss, scolded Alan Houston and Sprewell behind him without flinching.

"Boy, let's go back to the NCAA, it's better for you, it's a game for adults." Sprewell waved his fist at Meng Xu and replied that he was not Alan Houston.

"Old fellow, how do you feel?" After returning to the defensive end, Meng Xu drew a gourd in the same way, and used all the small moves that Sprewell had just made on him.

"Boy, are you tickling, you can't be stronger, haven't you eaten at noon?" After Sprewell received the ball, he arched directly inward with his back to Meng Xu, this season has played so far, Meng Xu's strengths and weaknesses have already been exposed, the strength is weak, there is basically no way to play back, and now it is a thing that everyone knows, for a player like Sprewell who has a certain ability to play back, it is simply a godsend, and there is no difference between picking up points for nothing.

"Old fellow, your backspanking is a far cry from your mouth." Although the strength is obviously inferior to Sprewell, but relying on his keen grasp of the timing, Meng Xu still successfully defended Sprewell's attack this time, and as soon as Sprewell gave up, Meng Xu retreated slightly, and then took advantage of his unstable footing, and then pushed forward, pinched his waist along the way, and came down twice in a row, making Sprewell almost walk.

"You're almost five seconds, old fellow." Just as Sprewell was about to continue arching back, Meng Xu suddenly reminded behind him that as soon as Meng Xu's words fell, Sprewell passed the basketball out like an electric shock.

In order to prevent those players who are excellent at back-to-back singles from constantly arching and arching in the game, this season the NBA league officially introduced a new rule of 5 seconds on the back, and it was only after the basketball was passed that Sprewell found that he had not reached the extension of the free-throw line.

"Fack, you stinky boy."

"Thanks to your good teaching, old fellow, remember to read it clearly next time."