Seeing Padding leading the team to run so happily, old Nelson was not in a hurry. However, the Dallas fans couldn't be as calm as he was, and when the Bobcats scored again and again, the fans let out a furious shout of 'defends' and hurled insults at the Bobcats players, as if they were about to tear down the roof of the American Airlines Center.

Old Nelson stood up slowly, Hua Ben, who was watching the game from a distance, was a little frightened, the old man should not have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, it would be bad to play and kill people.

As it turned out, Nelson Sr. was much more resilient than Hua had imagined, and he clenched his hands into fists against the court and slammed them into the air.

"What is this for? Is it fucking ready to find someone to take out Pattin? Hua Ben stood up while questioning, he dared to guarantee that if old Nelson dared to play this trick, he would immediately rush up and kill Nowitzki, one life for another, he Hua Ben has always been fair.

Mo Ning also stood up when he heard this, Hua Ben motioned for him to sit down, Mr. Tie Han shook his head firmly, and said with a smile: "It's okay to bully me, but it's not okay to bully my brother." Ben, not only are you the captain, but I'm also the captain. ”

After the old Nelson swung his fist, the Mavericks directly changed their tactics and no longer accompanied the Bobcats to attack quickly, but began to play a slow and leisurely positional battle. Defensively, they played a combination that they were not good at.

Joint defense is one of the best means to break the fast attack, but there are not many NBA teams that can really master this set of tactics, not because the players or head coaches don't understand, but this kind of defense is not good-looking, and the league discourages such defensive tactics.

The real run-and-gun is not something that the joint defense can resist, otherwise Nash will not lead the Suns to crisscross the league for four or five years without meeting opponents.

However, at this time, the Mavericks' half-hung joint defense was able to restrain the Bobcats, because Padding's attack was not a pure run-and-bomb, and the Bobcats had not practiced this tactic. Secondly, the Bobcats have one of the best run-and-gun engines, but they don't have a run-and-gun finisher, and the Suns' Jr. was a humanoid monster when he was healthy, and Iguodala was too tender to take on the task now.

Nowitzki and Mbenga stood in the box, Iguodala couldn't fly, and relying only on outside shooters, the Mavericks were undaunted and could never shoot more than 50 percent from distance.

After a few rounds, the Bobcats' attack was contained, and Pattin's pass was still so unpredictable, but after the pass, it was basically an iron rather than a score. Iguodala tried two air cuts, but none of them succeeded, and both were killed by the bag.

At 42:47, halfway through the second quarter, the Mavericks stretched the score advantage again.

Jordan was still laughing because he hadn't used his big killer yet: "Ben, have you rested enough?" ”

Wabbon laughed and said, "Of course, if you let me fucking wrestle with a bull now, I'll kill it!" ”

Wang Zhizhi went off the field, and Hua Ben played. Steven Gerrard comes off and Oku comes on.

The indifferent expression on Nelson Sr.'s face vanished, the Bobcat boss came on, and the real test began.

Pattin's job was much simpler, as Wajben got into the box, he hoisted the ball in, and then ran high to pull out the space. Oku also withdrew, leaving the inside line to Hua Ben to play alone. Suddenly, except for Huaben, everyone else on the Bobcat ran out of the three-point line.

Old Nelson yelled from the sidelines: "Come out, don't leak anyone, hand it over to DJ!" ”

DJ is Mbenga's nickname, a macho man with dual citizenship of the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Belgium, seven feet tall and weighing 260 pounds, now 24 years old, is a tough guy who can carry it. Before the start of the new season, ESPN conducted an interesting survey of the league's players who they thought would not suffer in the battle against Waben, and Mbenga was elected with the most votes.

This macho man whose father once engaged in the Democratic Republic of the Congo Revolution not only loves basketball, but also loves judo, and is a black section of judo, and he can be regarded as a person who has practiced, so it is estimated that it should be no problem to play with Huaben. In addition, the villains of Artest and Mourning were selected to the list, but now that Mourning has also entered the Bobcats, this new team has the potential to become a villain team.

"I'm not afraid of you, man, just kind of swing your elbow at me!" Mbenga gritted his teeth and said, gritting his teeth not to make himself look more fierce, but to withstand Huaben's back beating.

Hua Ben glanced at the guy behind him with disdain, slammed it back, and said: "You know that I play the cleanest ball, don't worry, boy, I will never use my elbow against you, that kind of victory is not a force!" ”

With these words in his mouth, Huaben struggled to protect the ball and slammed into Mbenga with a strange force. The Congolese hunk was hit to death, he finally knew why no one wanted to defend against the monster Huaben, it was too painful!

Mbenga pressed against Waben's back with all his might, stuck his arms on the opponent's back, and finally stopped the opponent's back.

Just when Mbenga sighed for carrying Huaben's back, the other party's dexterous one turned around him, but now Mbenga was pushing forward with all his strength, and as soon as Huaben got out of the way, he staggered and lost his position.

Hua Ben quickly rushed to the basket with the ball, stepped on the floor with both feet and soared into the sky, raised the ball above his head with one hand, smashed it down, and dunked the ball into the hoop.

In the transition, Waeben faced Nowitzki and Terry passed the ball to Mbemben. Against Oku, Mbenga has an absolute advantage in strength, but unfortunately his offensive skills are too rough, so good arm span and bounce, he didn't send the ball to the hoop, but was picked up by Oku for rebounding.

Patin unleashed another chaotic fast break, and Huaben rushed into the box right behind, and four of the five Mavericks on the floor looked nervously at him, so everyone was dumbfounded when Patin passed the ball to Martin.

There was no one around Martin for three meters, and he leisurely aimed at the hoop, jumped up and pushed the ball out.

At 47:47, the score was immediately tied.

Old Nelson saw this scene and began to shake his head, this is the superstar effect, there is always a kind of person, when he stands on the court, it means that his team can score easily. Nowitzki has the potential to grow into such a person, but not yet.

Starkerhouse stepped up at the crucial moment, Terry broke through the middle with the ball, Patin and Wabben were in the middle, and he immediately split the ball to Nowitzki. As soon as the ball fell into Nowitzki's hands on the right-wing three-point line, he chased after him like a hungry wolf.

Instead of taking it lightly, Nowitzki made a weak-side shift and gave the ball to Stackhouse from outside the three-point line in the corner.

The top student of North Carolina showed his outstanding psychological quality and ability, and raised his hand to cut a three-point shot.

"Whose people? Give me a good look at him! Waben shouted sternly, Stark House was empty, and this kind of mistake could not be tolerated.

Wajben also shot from beyond the three-point line, and Stackhouse came up to interfere with him, and the ball bounced out of the frame and Nowitzki grabbed the rebound.

The Mavericks pushed forward quickly, and Wabeen stepped back and ran to the frontcourt, keeping his eyes on Terry.

Terry accelerated after holding the ball into the three-point line, shook off Patin and rushed into the restricted area, and in the face of Oku's defense, he put away the ball and jumped a step sideways to avoid the opponent, so that he calmly started to shoot.

The ball was shot, and Huaben rushed up from the side, slapped the ball out of the court, and sent the ball to the fans several rows back like a volleyball.

"It's a no-fly zone, didn't anyone tell you?" Huaben said with a cold look at Terry.

The Mavericks were much more cautious when they attacked again, with Terry giving the ball to Nowitzki, who got the ball and immediately flew out of the three-second zone all the way to the three-point line, and his task was to draw the central Wabben out. Now in the face of Waben's defense, no one dares to say that I can beat him, except for the defenders, of course, Waben still can't defend against a speedy guard like Iverson.

Nowitzki made a feint, but Wauben was unmoved, still staring at him firmly, there was no way, Nowitzki could only pass the ball to Starkhouse.

Kapono, who had not shown much performance, suddenly rushed up from behind Stackhouse to steal the ball, and Wabeon stepped out to block Nowitzki to pick up the ball, gritted his teeth, and slammed the ball forward with a muffled sound.

Jordan waved his hand from the bench and yelled, "Rush, guys, attack!" ”

Hua Ben's surname is already very good, his dribbling posture is vigorous and smooth, and he will not lose the ball when he shoots the ball like the general inside line. He charged forward quickly, only Starkhouse caught up, and Terry was fast enough to close the distance between the two.

Huaben didn't know how many people were behind him, and he didn't have time to look back, Stark House was next to him, and the two entered the three-second zone almost side by side.

Stepping into the free throw line, Hua Ben received the ball in his arms, adjusted his pace and ran to the basket. Stackhouse didn't have a choice, and at Nelson Sr.'s 'foul' cry, he pulled towards Huaben's arm.

"Let's go to Nima!" Huaben cursed secretly, and at the same time as Stark House pulled his arm, his feet stomped heavily on the floor, and his huge body jumped up obliquely like a spring, and rushed to the hoop without hesitation.

Starhouse was strong enough, but the moment he made contact, he felt like he was reaching out and pulling on the advancing truck, and the whole person was driven forward and ran two steps forward. Wabben rose into the air, grabbed the ball with his right hand and stretched his right arm forward, because of the foul from Starkerhouse, he could no longer fly as he was scheduled, so he had to stretch his arm for the dunk as best he could.

Huaben is still more than ten centimeters away from the hoop, but this distance, which usually seems to be solved by jumping a jump, has become a moat at the moment. Hua Ben pushed his chest hard, but still couldn't smash the ball into the hoop, he gritted his teeth and moved sideways, but it still didn't work, there was only an inch left.

Do you just give up on dunking? Hua Ben asked himself in his heart. Of course not, that's his answer at any moment.

Since you can't give up, you can only do your best! Hua Ben roared in his heart, his body had begun to decline, helpless, he suddenly pushed the ball in his hand forward, turned it into a fingertip pinch, just relying on the strength of his fingertips, he finally put the basketball on the upper end of the hoop, the palm pressed down, the ball fell into the hoop, and his fingers smashed on the hoop!

There was an exclamation at the American Airlines Center, and the sound of fans gasping was as if hundreds of high-power suction fans were turned on in this stadium.

Waben staggered to the ground, and finally held on to the basketball hoop to stand firm. After standing firmly, he immediately straightened up proudly, and proudly looked at Starkerhouse, who had some expressions of frustration, disbelief, and helplessness on his face: Boy, how can you prevent my fast attack?!

(To be continued)