NBA Big Devil: I rule the league with defense

Marion completely ignored Han Mo's weird movements, "Tch, the report didn't say that he still has the ability to shoot mid-range!"

Larry Brown off the court was also a little excited: "What trick is Han Mo trying to play?"

Iverson glanced at the place Han Mo stepped on, and thought: Here we go, this move is coming again!

But is there enough time?

The last 3 seconds left!

With no one defending, Han Mo adjusted and adjusted again!Take it easy!

Hit the backboard firmly, and then fall firmly into the basket!

The ball goes in, the lights are red!

25: 30!

The first quarter is over!

During the intermission, Sean Marion was cursing on the bench: "This kid's luck is fxxx, can he get in? Can he beat the buzzer?" Big brother Anfernee Hardaway patted his head and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just luck!"

luck?Stoudemire, who covered his head with a white towel, suddenly fell into deep thought. In competitive sports, how could so much luck suddenly come to a person out of thin air.

And judging by his posture and what he said, it must have been carefully prepared and trained by him!

Han Mo...couldn't be--he used oriental witchcraft in this match, right?

Otherwise how could I play so badly?

"Yes, it's not my fault, this Chinese man must have cast a spell!"

Coach Frank Johnson yelled and pulled Stoudemire back from his fugue: "Amare, do you know that you have to focus on grabbing the rebound? The report said that you jumped 107 vertically. Why do I always watch on the court? No! Even if you can't jump Han Mo, can't you even jump the big guy opposite?"

"Who says I can't dance Han Mo?" Siu Si stared straight at Han Mo on the opposite side as if he had been beaten, and said with disdain: "He can't even dance Marion, how can he compare with me?"

Then he felt that something was wrong, and a big guy's gaze hit him!

Marion: Hehe, you still want to pass the ball?Next life!

Xiaosi glared at Han Mo even more angrily: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

Of course, Han Mo didn't know all this, he was listening to Larry Brown's tactical arrangement attentively!

"Our offense is okay, 25 points, not low, but what about the defense? Let them score 30 points in one quarter, and they also played two big men, not a fast-break lineup! Such scoring is unacceptable. understand?"

Andre Miller lowered his head with shame on his face. If there was something wrong with the team's defense in the first quarter, he would naturally be to blame for defending "Penny" Hardaway alone.

But what can be done?Hardaway is taller and stronger than him, and his offensive skills are more comprehensive than him. His knees are scrapped. Otherwise, how could it be Marbury's turn for the Suns?

Larry Brown drew on the tactical board and said, "Hammer, second quarter, you guard Anfernee Hardaway. As for Marion, let Aaron McGee chase it. Allen, quarter two. In the second quarter, you rest first, Snow, you go to Marbury, you have to keep pestering and consuming Allen like they consume Allen, understand?"

"As for the offense, Wang Zhizhi goes first, then Derek Coleman!"

Han Mo looked worriedly at the fat black man with a sagging belly.

Can this 90-year-old No. [-] pick who drinks, fights, and pissed his pants in public in a hotel still support the offensive firepower of the entire team now?

This year is 2002, not 1992!

Coleman confidently made preparations, saw the suspicion in Han Mo's eyes, and smiled: "It's okay for me to beat them."

Wang Zhizhi had turned into Coleman's little fan during the training for the past few days, and said with admiration: "Han, you don't know how powerful he is."

The opening lineups of the two sides in the second quarter are obviously different from the usual routine rotation. It is obvious that the coaches of both sides have made careful adjustments:

76ers: pg: Eric Snow, sg: Aaron McGee, sf: Hanmer, pf: Derek Coleman, c: Todd McLoach

Suns: pg: Joe Johnson, sg: Anfernee Hardaway, sf: Beau Outlaw, pf: Amare Stoudemire, c: Tom Gugliotta

"Heh, let single player Joe play the point guard, your Suns are really extravagant!"

Although the Suns at this time have not yet ushered in their true son Steve Nash, the wild offensive structure has begun to take shape.

Anfernee Hardaway, Stephen Marbury, Joe Johnson, Amare Stoudemire, it is no exaggeration to say that they were all top offensive players in the league at their peak!

Each of them has countless famous scenes in their careers that destroy the entire opposing team with their own strength.

Fortunately, the current Suns do not have Nash, and no one can connect them organically. Although everyone's offense is explosive, it is difficult to achieve the effect of 1+1>2 when combined.Their current offense can only rely on their own talents and instincts on the offensive end.

But just instinct, that is also very scary.

Due to the unexpected transfer of the Suns, Han Mo played for Hardaway, and Joe Johnson was left for Eric Snow.

乔·约翰逊身高2米01，臂展2米05，体重102公斤。

埃里克·斯诺身高1米91，臂展1米95，体重90公斤。

This is very embarrassing.

Reasonably speaking, among point guards, Eric Snow's stature should not be considered a disadvantage against any point guard.

But what he met today was the young Joe Johnson, a super-heavy guard who is fully capable of being a small forward.

Joe Johnson walked backwards, and the basketball in his hand kept sliding between his palms. It was so silky smooth. Among point guards, such a control ability was already considered excellent.

And this is also very different from the peak Joe Johnson in Han Mo's memory.

A younger version of Joe Johnson's dribbling is decidedly flashier, but also flashier.He dribbled the ball alternately with both hands, followed by a fake shot to deceive Eric Snow's center of gravity, then took a deep step, and stopped the shot!

hit!

25: 32!

76ers offense:

Han Mo ran up to Snow and said, "Defend against him, just defend against shooting. If he wants to break through, let him break free. His upper body strength is weak, and his finishing ability is not good!"

Joe Johnson's face was livid: "Shouldn't you say bad things secretly..."

Eric Snow ran to the frontcourt, earnestly implemented the old coach's strategy, and passed the ball to Derek Coleman, who was in the inside position, without stopping for a second.

Coleman held the ball in one hand and squinted at Amare Stoudemire beside him: "Is it you, the little guy, yelling at my students?"