Unlike other shooters, Huaben's strongest point is his control of rebounds, Rashid's defensive ability is very superb, and against O'Neal Jr., the two are inseparable for a while. In this way, O'Neal Jr.'s energy was basically spent on Rashid, and the task of grabbing rebounds became a matter for Warburn, Harrington, Mirisic, and Artest.

Among these four people, the only one with a height advantage is Mirisic, but he is Huaben's doglegs, and the other two are similar or even inferior to Hua himself, so he is naturally even worse than grabbing rebounds.

To control the rebound is to control the game, and players on both sides know that, especially when it's disrupted at the moment. No matter who shot, all the interior players of both teams rushed to the basket, and the strange thing is that both teams can be said to have three interior players.

All of a sudden, the muscles under the basket collided, the elbows flew, and from time to time someone was attacked and screamed, the referee's eyes were a little unable to keep up, seeing that these people themselves didn't care, Suo let go of the basket, and the action was too obvious from time to time and didn't blow the whistle.

Even though the referee's basket battle was more iron-blooded, Miller and others decisively drifted outside and did not go inside, and Mirisic also saw that his legs and feet were weak, and he did not dare to go inside. However, Mirisic withdrew, and under the basket was Wajburn and Rashid against Artest, O'Neal Jr. and Harrington, two people against three, not dominant.

Miller hit a three-pointer, the basketball popped out of the frame, and Wajen and Rashid ambushed from the flank, waiting for a rebound. Artest, O'Neal Jr., and Harrington suddenly squeezed in, and the five of them were entangled in a mess, and the basketball fell, just in time to be grabbed by the relatively idle Harrington, and he scored two points with a heavy deduction.

This scene made Rashid's eyes red, even though he had been red-eyed during the game, and yelled at Mirisic: "Rookie, why the hell are you out watching? Would you like to find a stool? Damn it, softass! ”

Mirisic's awkward serve, Wajben patted him on the back and comforted, "It's okay, Darko." As he spoke, he ran to the basket, and he didn't know if what he said was okay to say that it didn't matter if Mirisic didn't participate in grabbing rebounds, or if the fight under the basket was nothing, so he didn't have to be afraid.

Billups broke through Tinsley with the ball and stepped in, O'Neal Jr. and Artest were eyeing each other on both sides at the same time, and the inside line was too crowded!

Hamilton judged his teammates' running routes and kept looking for gaps to run, he was watched by Miller in the second quarter, there were almost no chances to shoot, the key is that he couldn't run in a good position, and once he was in position, Miller could always block his receiving route in advance.

But Hamilton quickly figured out how to deal with it, which was to run, run, run, and run, and he was still young and good at robes, but Miller couldn't.

Rashid stuck O'Neal Jr. on the inside, Billups sent the ball in time, he slammed it in, but was held up by O'Neal Jr., seeing this, Rashid stepped forward and quickly twisted his shoulders to make a backward jump shot.

O'Neal Jr. hurriedly took a step forward, but Rashid slapped the ball around O'Neal Jr. and entered the penalty area, he put away the ball and prepared to make a layup, but Harrington pounced, and O'Neal Jr. copied it from behind and locked Rashid directly.

"Dead ball!" Wabbon called out anxiously and motioned for Hamilton to come and answer.

Rashid jumped up and raised the ball high with both hands. Little O'Neill had a sinister smile on his face and roared, "You're dead!" Jumping up almost at the same time, his big hand firmly in the way of Rashid's shot, he was confident that the ball would be blocked as soon as he shot it.

Huaben shook his fist hard, and Rashid was too reckless.

The ball was indeed thrown by Rashid, but O'Neal Jr. couldn't block it because he threw it in the opposite direction, not to the hoop, but to the outside.

The fans didn't see it clearly, thinking that O'Neal Jr. had blocked the ball, and they got up and screamed.

Mirisic comfortably received the ball amid the cheers of the fans, Artest misplaced and switched defenses, the height difference between the two was ten centimeters, and he got up without any obstacles and made a jumper shot, hitting the ball steadily.

"Rookie, me tough, ok?" Rashid watched the ball fall into the hoop and turned back to Mirisic.

Off the court, Brown clapped his hands vigorously, and his deployment began to pay off, and Rashid not only had a beautiful basket hand, but his ability to play was rare on the inside. The kind of ball just now, if Waben was surrounded, it would be a dead ball, his height limited his vision, and his passing awareness was not good, but in Rashid's hands it became an assist, and his awareness was not good, but his vision was good.

The Pacers attacked, O'Neal Jr. and the three of them got into the interior early in the morning, pushing and shoving in it to bully Rashid and Hua himself, Hua didn't care, he elbowed Harrington away, and Heng took a step to block Artest, which was really a tough one.

Not to be outdone, Harrington and Artest greeted Huaben together, and the 36 black moves under the basket were vividly interpreted by the two.

When Mirisic saw this scene, he gritted his teeth and got in, fuck it, I'm afraid of a ball, at most two elbows, and I can't kill anyone, it's a big deal to go back. And if the other side fights? grass, he didn't believe that anyone in the Pistons, who had the two villains Rashid and Warben, dared to take the initiative to provoke.

Harrington was reaching for the ball, and Tinsley was scrambling to pass the ball by Billups, but Mirisic's tall figure blocked Harrington, "Old bird, what the hell are you doing with your hand?" Are you going to hail a taxi? The arms are quite long, retract them! Mirisic screamed and quietly shoved Harrington, which had been taught to him by Rashid before.

After running for a quarter and a half in a row, Miller was a little weak, but Hamilton had just warmed up, running and jumping next to Miller, as long as Miller got the ball, his hands were immediately sent into the opponent's arms, pinching and digging high post defense 72 He is proficient in it.

"You fucking your mother gave you a good pair of paws, rookie." Miller was embarrassed to dribble the ball up the high post, babbling in his mouth, "But do you think this will work for me?" It's as easy as I'm going to get past you like a stake, but I'm not going to beat you, I'm going to shoot a ball over your head, I'm going to destroy your fighting spirit and make you cry! ”

Hamilton didn't care what you said, Miller raised his hand to make a jump shot, he immediately hung his right hand under Miller's ribs, and with a slight twist, Miller couldn't shoot: the best defender is always the shooter.

"I hate young people!" Miller, who had made a series of feints and still hadn't fooled Hamilton, cursed loudly, and O'Neal Jr. saw that he was in a bad situation and asked for the ball, and Rashid quickly lifted it up and walked around him.

"Anti-hanging!" O'Neal Jr. howled, Miller had already thrown the ball high, the ball was passed high, and O'Neal Jr. had to take a step back to get the ball in order to avoid Rashid's interference.

But O'Neal Jr. couldn't retreat, and Warburn pushed Artest away and stood behind O'Neal Jr., jumped up first in the stuck position, and snatched the ball into his hand.

Billups and Hamilton quickly ran down, Wabben threw the ball hard to the court, the latter picked up the ball and passed it to Billups, Billups drew Tinsley's attention and passed back, Hamilton scored a layup.

"Silly bird." Rashid glanced at little O'Neill and scolded, "You're locked up by me, silly bird, if you know each other, just stand and don't move." ”

"What the hell are you talking about? Want to dry the rack? Little O'Neill roared angrily, Artest and Harrington were snorting and instigating in the back, Huaben was also impatient when he saw Rashid blowing his beard and glaring, and hurriedly rushed up to separate the two, what Rashid said was not even trash talk, was it worth fighting for this?

O'Neal Jr. is really unlucky, the best big forwards in the league are in the West, Garnett, Duncan, Webb, Malone Sr., Stoudemire Jr. and even Rashid before him, he is the only one who is free in the East.

used to play against the Pistons, O'Neal Jr. was the most relaxed person, Big Ben couldn't prevent him alone, the height and arm span gap were there, he wanted to play how to play, but the piston of the dog said that he actually exchanged Rashid for the villain, and his good words in this game came to an end.

Rashid's single defense Xiaoao is not much worse even if it is difficult, Huaben moves fast, bounces high, has a fast rebound, and is strong, he is a genius to assist in defense, he got the ball and worked hard to bypass Rashid, but as soon as he looked up, Huaben appeared in front of him again, and his previous efforts were wasted!

This is the effect that Brown and the Pistons uniform team want, they just want to see this scene, and not only Xiao Ao, but Duncan and Garnett will have to suffer this kind of hardship in the future.

Artest took the ball and played a low single, squeezing it in, this move would always make the opponent miserable in the past, but today he was replaced by a taller, stronger and more flexible Hua Ben, and he was miserable.

After squeezing a few times and having no chance, Artest had no choice but to pass the ball to Harrington and run out to attract Huaben out.

Harrington doesn't have much advantage in front of Mirisic, and Waeben has usually carefully tuned the Serbian black defense. With no chance, Harrington barely hooked up for a layup, but the ball bounced off the hoop and Rashid jumped up and took the ball into his arms.

Miller and Tinsley rushed to entangle Billups and Hamilton, and there were a lot of lessons from the previous fast break. Rashid saw that there were no good passing opportunities, shook his head, and ran out of the three-point line with the ball himself, and his dribbling skills were not much different from Garnett and Duncan.

Carlisle held his chin and looked at the chaotic situation on the court, and shook his head helplessly, the Pistons' tactics are no tactics, the first time they faced the combination of Huaben and Rashid, his players were all blinded, and the power of both offensive and defensive ends was greatly reduced.

With Rashid on the inside and Mirisic cruising high on the inside, he has a hand that is not inferior to Hamilton's projection. Wajben and Hamilton do the same job, cross-running, covering and shooting, Artest and Miller struggle to defend, both of whom are guys who can score at every opportunity.

Billups is relaxed, Tinsley's defense is a fishing net in his eyes, how to play how he wants, although the rest of his teammates can't play a subtle match, but they are all good scorers, no need for tactics, he just plays on the spot to organize. Thanks to the madman and the bloodfiend for the tip, I don't want to say more, alas. I'm dead set on this book, and I hope readers can point out in the book review area, what is the main problem? The fat man will pay more attention in the future.