NBA: I'm not a clean center

The next day, the Nets' team training facility.

Sean looked at Harden with an unfriendly expression, and there was a hint of disdain vaguely.

He swore he would never go to nightclubs with Harden again, it was a nightmare.

This guy's taste was so bad that he could only leave last night in disappointment.

Sean's gaze also baffled Harden, he introduced the girl with the biggest butt to Sean last night.

At this time, Avery Johnson walked into the arena and arranged today's training tasks.

"Hey, guys, today we need to conduct an in-team training match to practice the tactics for the new season and the lineup."

Avery Johnson's words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

People like Sean, Harris, Ariza, and McGrady don't matter.

And Harden, Yi Jianlian, Humphries and others all clenched their fists, preparing to show their talents in the team's training games in order to win the favor of the head coach.

First, the teams were divided up, each led by Sean and Harris.

Black Team:

Point guard: Jordan Farmar, shooting guard: James Harden, small forward: Tony Allen, power forward: Yi Jianlian, center: Sean.

White team:

Point Guard: Devin Harris, Shooting Guard: Tracy McGrady, Small Forward: Trevor Ariza, Power Forward: Chris Humphries, Center: Johan Petro.

Devin Harris was very satisfied with this grouping. He looked at Sean who was sitting and stretching in the distance, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

He is a calm and low-key person, very suitable to be the second head of a team, and he also obeys the team's arrangements.

But a calm personality does not mean that he has no temper. If you want him to assist Sean, there is no problem, the premise is that Sean can convince him.

In the NBA, strength is the greatest capital.

Sean naturally didn't know what was going on in Devon Harris' mind, and he was also a little excited at this time.

From April to September now, he hasn't played a complete game for five months, which makes him very uncomfortable because of his energy.

Soon, after everyone warmed up, the training match officially began.

The referee threw the ball, Sean started instantly, jumped high, overwhelmed Johan Petro, and passed the basketball to his teammates behind him.

"So high!"

Johan Petro was startled.

Jordan Farmar received the basketball and did not attack rashly, but dribbled the ball to the top of the arc to command his teammates.

Sean rushed to his familiar low post after grabbing the rebound, and fought for a card position with Johan Petro.

At first, Johan Petro was still a little scruples on defense, for fear that he would anger the future boss of the team, but he quickly put these behind him.

Guard Sean and make the team's future boss lose face?No!These are nonexistent.

Now his first consideration is how to withstand Sean's impact.

I saw Sean with both feet on the penalty area line, with his back against Johan Petro, with his hands spread out, one hand blocked Johan Petro's interfering hand, and the other was waiting for the basketball arrival.

No matter how hard Johan Petro was behind him, he was rock solid.

With such a favorable position, Jordan Farmar would be blind if he didn't pass the ball.

Sean caught a pass from Jordan Farmar one-handed and played Johan Petro with a post-up.

At this time, the eyes of the players on the field were all focused on the two of them, and they all wanted to see what kind of magic power this No. [-] pick had that fascinated the Nets management so much.

Even the head coach Avery Johnson, who played as a guest referee, is no exception. Although he has seen the opponent's physical test data, talking on paper and actual combat drills are two different things.

I saw Sean dribble the basketball, and at the same time, his back suddenly exerted force.

"boom!"

What seemed like an ordinary impact caused Johan Petro to stagger back two steps.

There was a power in it that only Johan Petro could have felt.

Immediately afterwards, Sean jumped lightly and hooked the basketball he held high.

"Shh!"

Everything seemed very light.

"Is this a hook?"

Avery Johnson was stunned as he watched Sean perform his near-lost center stunt.

"Hey, buddy, you need to gain more weight, or you won't be crushed by me in the team training game in the future."

Sean looked a little dissatisfied at the thin Johan Petro. This guy was 10 kilograms lighter than him, and the difference in strength was even more rewarding. He couldn't handle his low attack at all.

Johan Petro wanted to cry but had no tears. He was worried about his future, and at the same time felt that it seemed a big loss for him to only get one salary.

The game continues.

Unlike Jordan Farmar, Devin Harris prefers a fast-paced run-and-gun offense.

After Sean easily ate Johan Petro, he had this idea even more.

"No matter how strong you are on the inside, it's of no use if you can't catch up with me."

So he didn't wait for his teammates to get in position, and after receiving Johan Petro's serve, he rushed rapidly.

Jordan Farmar could only follow behind his hem, and didn't even have a chance to foul.

Fortunately, Tony Allen played his role, chose to return to the defense early, and blocked Devin Harris' offensive line.

Tony Allen was well-known, and Devin Harris was also a little concerned, so he didn't choose to make a strong attack, and began to slow down.

Suddenly, he casually threw the basketball to the right, and a black shadow flashed past and received his pass.

It was Humphries who followed all the way, and there was no one in front of him.

Facing such a great opportunity, he didn't hesitate, and flew up directly, wanting to hit a heavy kick that would shock everyone.

Just when he was proud, a sharp wind whistling behind him made him vigilant. Years of playing games let him know that someone was trying to block his dunk.

With confidence in himself, he ignored the threats coming from behind him, still holding the basketball high and gliding in the air.

But reality slapped him hard.

"Snapped!"

A hand pressed the basketball in his hand, and the huge force caused the basketball to escape his control and hit the backboard.

Everyone was stunned, why is this guy so fast?

The rebound that popped out was picked up by Harden. Seeing that the opponent was a little dazed, the little prince of the nightclub suddenly had the idea of ​​stealing his home.

So he rushed to the frontcourt with uneasy steps, and by the time the opponent reacted, he had already succeeded in overtaking Lan.

4-0.

The black team temporarily took the lead.