Seeing Wang Cannon on the field, Stoudemile suddenly perked up, and he knew that the main event was coming.

Not only Stoudemire, but the entire stadium audience was also excited, no matter who it was, they wanted to know what the current No. 1 forward in the league would be like when he faced Wang Cannon.

Wang Cannon came on the court and squeezed Bosh into the center position, and his matchup with Stoudemire officially began.

The first offense was the Heat after the timeout, James relied on his beast-like body to force Gallinari to rush into the interior to score a layup, Stoudemire didn't care about it as an insider, I have to say that although Stoudemire has excellent offensive ability, but defensive ability, to be precise, the defensive awareness that should have been cultivated in the Suns for many years is too poor, plus the current head coach of the Knicks is still the D'Antoni who does not pay attention to defense, where can Stoudemire's defense be better?

In the first chance to meet, neither of the two men found a chance, but after the switch between attack and defense, Stoudemire beckoned the ball on the inside as soon as possible. As the boss of the team, when he took the initiative to beckon for the ball, the point guard naturally did not dare not give it, and soon Stoudemire received Felton's lob.

Grabbing the basketball with one hand, Stoudemire felt the defense behind him and couldn't help but smile disdainfully. He didn't feel the slightest pressure on his back, and Wang Cannon didn't intervene at all when he received the ball.

"Let me get the ball so lightly on the inside, you just wait to die!" With a slam of his legs, Stoudemire's strong explosiveness burst out, and his whole person suddenly turned around, jumped directly in two and a half steps, and held the ball to the basket with one hand to ask for a violent tomahawk dunk.

Stoudemire's whole movement is extremely fast, not at all like the speed that a big forward should have, and among all the interior players, I'm afraid no one can catch up except for Howard, whose explosiveness is not weaker than Stoudemire's!

Of course, what we are talking about here is the alliance before Wang Cannon joined him.

The basket was already close at hand, but Stoudemire was stunned to find that a person suddenly stood in front of him, and this person was none other than Wang Cannon, who should have overtaken him.

"The speed is very good, but it was too much of a mistake to dare to block me who had already rushed up! I don't know if I'm alive or dead! Stoudemire smiled disdainfully again.

Having been in the league for nearly 8 years, Stoudemire has encountered too many situations in the game, including many people like Wang Cannon who tried to stop him.

Whenever this happens, Stoudemire's choice is very simple, use absolute power advantage to knock the opponent away, and then dunk the basketball into the basket fiercely, telling the opponent who is the overlord!

Finally, the bodies of the two men came into contact in the air.

Stoudemire's eyes suddenly changed, from that mockery to shock, incomparably shocked.

"Why is this guy so explosive?" Feeling the unparalleled strength coming from his body, the shock in Stoudemier's heart was incomprehensible, although he had estimated the strength of the king cannon before, but if he thought about it carefully, he couldn't be stronger than himself, after all, the physique of Asians was much worse than that of the Americans themselves.

But now the real feeling from his body told Stoudemire that he couldn't fight Wang Cannon in the air. His body was completely blocked in the air, and he could no longer squeeze in the slightest!

"Can't wait!" Stoudemire reacted quickly, and if he went on like this, he would fall out of the air with all his might, and it would become a walking violation, and he had to get the basketball out of his hand!

Sweeping his eyes over the basket hastily, Stoudemire felt that it was not far away, so he dunked the basketball into the basket with his arms, which was also an emergency measure!

Thinking about it, Stoudemire immediately tightened his lower abdomen, and there was an obvious stagnation in the air, and then with this trace of strength, Stoudemire used all his strength to dunk towards the basket.

"Smack!" The crisp sound of a lifetime shattered Stoudemire's last illusion, Wang Cannon's hand that was much smaller than himself pressed on the basketball, his arm was already exposed, and he used the strength to eat, but the basketball did not advance an inch.

Not only that, but Stoudemire also felt a tremendous force from the basketball, which made him completely unable to control his body in the air, and fell directly to the floor.

"Squeak!" The moment he fell to the floor, Stoudemire heard the referee's whistle, which Stoudemire knew was a foul whistle, but at this moment, he blushed. No one knows better than him that Wang Cannon's defense this time is absolutely clean and without any means, this is a complete competition of strength, bounce, and stagnation, and he is completely defeated!

Blowing the whistle may be able to give yourself a little face in front of the audience, but what the actual situation is, no one knows better than Stoudemire, the fat man in front of him, this fat man who is less than 2 meters tall, whether it is strength, speed, or bounce, he is stronger than himself! It's better than yourself who relies on these to play ball!

"Seriously, Smith, I have to complain about the current blow." Seeing this attack, Barkley couldn't help but shake his head and complain, "Is this blowing fouls?" Damn, this is a very beautiful cap! There is no suspicion of any foul, how? Is it to protect Stoudemire's face as the boss of the Knicks, to blow such a block into a foul? Does this referee have a brain? ”

Smith sweated, "Charles, watch your words. ”

was blown a defensive foul, Wang Cannon didn't react, and honestly stood in his position, with an expression that this matter had nothing to do with him, which made people depressed.

Stoudemire stood at the free-throw line with a slight distraction, hitting the first free throw and missing the second.

Wang Cannon immediately rushed out, grabbed the rebound, handed the ball to Chalmers, and ran slowly to the court.

At this time, Stoudemire suddenly thought of a question, should he defend the king cannon?

Wang Cannon's offense is recognized by the league, the kind of kindergarten level, basically he doesn't shoot, he can't show himself a little strong in defense, but who does he defend against if he doesn't defend? Look at Bosh, Stoudemire really doesn't want to defend this.

Bosh can't defend himself on the inside, because he doesn't have his own explosiveness, but he can't defend himself on the inside, because this girl's footsteps are like a spinning top, constantly spinning and turning, and Stoudemire is annoyed to death when he looks at it, let alone go up to defend?

So, Stoudemire handed over the responsibility of defending Bosh to Turyav, and then followed the king cannon without moving, with an expression of wanting to prevent the king cannon from being killed.

Posh, who was holding up his anger, began to ask for the ball as soon as he came up.

As a soy sauce insider, how could Turyav be able to defend against Bosh, one of the Big Three? Not only that, but Turyaf is also a very shaky player like Stoudemire, and after Bosh received the ball, Turyaf couldn't find North with a few simple small movements, and the latter scored with ease and without the slightest difficulty.

Offense and defense switched, and it was the Knicks' turn to attack again.

Stoudemire, who was deflated in front, still didn't give up, after all, Wang Cannon didn't look like a bull fork character, even if his physique was better than his own? What can a short man who is less than 2 meters tall look like on the inside?

Due to his own injury, Stoudemire has practiced a good mid-range shooting ability in recent years, this Wang Cannon and his height difference is so much, his own inside jumper, as long as a little back, he can't defend himself!

With this in mind, Stoudemire asked for the ball again on the inside, then pretended to break through the offensive basket, and suddenly jumped back on the spot and made a jumper.

With a hint of leaning, coupled with Stoudemire's own good bounce, this height is indeed impossible for the king cannon to cover, but to Stoudemire's surprise, the king cannon did not cover at all, he just jumped up with himself, and then before he made his own shot, he covered one hand in front of his eyes.

Stoudemire lost his position to the basket almost instantly.

If you change to Duncan, Nowitzki, a player who relies on this to eat, even if he blocks the sight, he can rely on the strong hand he has cultivated from a large number of shots, but Stoudemire is different, most of his offense comes from impacting the basket, although the crosshairs of such shots are not bad, but once the sight is blocked, it will be over, and the shooting rate will plummet.

"Bang!" Sure enough, Stoudemire, who was blocked from view, missed the shot, and the rebound was turned back into Wang Cannon's arms.

"Damn!" Stoudemire shook his head a little depressedly, even if he was blindfolded, he should have a certain probability of hitting, he could only say that his luck was too bad.

Changed the Heat offense again, this time it was Chalmers, he ran out of position outside the three-point line, received a pass from James, and made a three-point shot directly, but unfortunately the shot was a little anxious, the basketball missed, and was knocked high by the basket.

Looking at this high rebound, Stoudemire suddenly perked up, and he suddenly thought that after playing for so long, it seemed that he hadn't even grabbed a rebound until now. As an All-Star-caliber interior player, no rebounding seems like an excuse.

So, Stoudemire, seeing where the ball landed, jumped up violently with all his strength, raised his big hands high, and vowed to take the rebound into his arms.

But to Stoudemire's astonishment, the other pair grabbed the rebound in front of him. Who else could there be in these yellow-skinned hands besides Wang Cannon?