NBA: Fusion of two talents to dominate the entire league

Everyone was doing simple shooting training on the court waiting for head coach Frank.

After a while, Frank came down from upstairs and had a conversation with team manager Drosorn.

Without Carter, there was no training effect, and everyone was a little absent-minded.

Fortunately, Frank only did a simple training and let everyone move freely.

In the evening, Roy's cell phone rang.

A seductive female voice was heard in his ear. Roy glanced at the contact.

"My lovely little tiger, where are you? I'm already in New Jersey. Sister is here to see you..."

Roy swallowed his saliva at the sweet voice.

It seems that the reporter from Cleveland is going to interview Roy again.

"Helen, I'm training. You go home first. We'll see you in the evening."

"Okay, sister is so considerate. I'll wait for you at your villa. I brought you a special gift."

"What gift?"

"You'll know when you come back. Muah."

Helen hung up the phone. Roy felt itchy.

Helen should be here to comfort him. The big boy who lost two games in a row needs the care of his big sister the most.

Fortunately, the game will be held the day after tomorrow, so it won't affect his condition.

After the training ended at 5 pm, the players went back one after another.

Roy was no exception. He was driving home. I went to a nearby flower shop to buy a bunch of roses and some food.

The necessary sense of ceremony is still necessary, after all, the interview with a female reporter is too time-consuming.

Back to the villa, just after parking the car, the fragrant wind hits, and the soft body falls into Roy's arms.

Roy took out the prepared roses from the car.

A long separation is better than that. Both of them are almost out of breath. After a long time after parting lips,

Helen looked at Roy with watery eyes, stretched out her arms to Roy's neck,

Blinked, and they laughed at the same time.

They already know each other well. Helen took Roy to the bedroom on the second floor.

"I have prepared a mysterious gift for you. Go take a shower and I will give you a surprise later."

What surprise? Mysterious, Roy is still a little looking forward to it.

Walked to the bathroom and took a simple shower, and came out wrapped in a bath towel.

The bed was covered with flower petals, and there were two glasses of decanted red wine on the table.

There were a few candles, and the night had just fallen. After turning off the lights, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Helen walked out of the cloakroom behind Roy.

"Helen, you are a genius, this is exactly what I want!"

Helen was wearing a No. 3 Heat jersey and holding another No. 32 jersey in her hand.

Blonde hair and red lips, her breath was like orchid, looming.

"Which one do you think I should wear?"

Adults must choose to have all of them.

Roy felt that he was very angry, and this cosplay must be given full marks.

Tonight, the Heat's No. 3 and No. 32 are dead!

...

The next morning, Roy's biological clock woke up and the bedroom was a mess.

The jersey was torn to pieces, and there was a small transparent piece of cloth.

After a simple wash, he went downstairs.

Auntie had already prepared breakfast for Roy and was cleaning outside.

Roy greeted her and ate it voraciously.

The two were exhausted last night. After eating some cookies in the middle of the night, they played the second half before falling asleep.

Yesterday, Roy told Auntie to make more breakfast.

Helen occasionally came to New Jersey and lived here. Auntie was very familiar with her.

After breakfast, Roy went to the bedroom to greet Helen and rushed to the team.

Even if there were no games in the playoffs, they had to train every day.

The training intensity was very low, in order to maintain the players' condition and practice new tactics.

Early in the morning, the team announced that Carter would miss the next game.

Everyone was prepared for this.

This was both good news and bad news.

The good news was that Carter was safe and sound. Even if the Nets lost tomorrow's game, they still had a chance.

The bad news was that if they really lost tomorrow, the Nets would be in a desperate situation.

If they wanted to turn the tables from 1 to 3, they had to win three games in a row. That was too difficult and no one was sure.

Especially when facing the Heat, who were currently in high spirits.

After last night's battle, Roy not only did not feel tired, but felt refreshed.

When playing against Helen, who was wearing the No. 32 jersey, Roy had an idea.

Today he wanted to have a good exchange with the coach.

After the training game, Roy found Frank.

"Frank, I have an idea. I want to hear your opinion."

Coach Frank was staring at the tactical board at this time. How to target the Heat's defense had made his increasingly thin hair even thinner.

He scratched hisScratching his hair, it can be seen that he has been under a lot of pressure recently. If not, he, who has always been gentle and polite, would never have bumped into the referee and been sent off.

"Roy, what tactics have you thought of? Tell me."

He didn't believe that Roy had any good ideas. Coach Frank had almost thought of all the ways he could think of.

But the ability of the Shark and the Flash to join forces is too strong.

The Heat's chemistry is also very good, so he really has no room to attack.

"Coach, let me defend O'Neal tomorrow,"

Before Roy finished speaking, Frank refuted his point of view.

"Roy, don't act on impulse. You've seen the power of the Shark. We need you to put more energy into the offensive end now.

If you go to defend O'Neal, what will happen to the offensive end? Just leave the energy-consuming Shark to Tyson. You have to trust your teammates."

Coach Frank persuaded Roy to give up this plan earnestly.

"Coach, what I mean is, we won't play Tyson tomorrow. We will play a lineup of one big and four small. I will make the Shark run around on the outside, and the other four people can also open up more space on the court."

Coach Frank was a little unhappy at first. Players and coaches are completely two different professions.

Coaches have more things to consider. Many players are confused by the situation and need the coach's observation and command to understand the situation.

"Roy, you will definitely be a good candidate for coaching in the future."

The more Frank thought about Roy's tactics, the more feasible it was.

Why should we fight the Shark head-on? Just drag the Shark to death and make him run around. His threat ability will naturally be greatly reduced.

In this way, the Nets will have a chance.

The big man and four small players directly solved the problem of the Nets' lack of scoring points.

Without Chandler, one more scorer can also make up for Roy's scoring pressure.

However, without Carter, there will still be problems with the rotation.

If he persists for one game, Frank still feels confident.

He only needs to persist for one game, and Carter will come back.

Maybe this tactic can even disrupt the Heat's formation.

Frank has been trapped in the circle of defending the shark, and has been struggling with the proposition of how to defend the shark.

Roy's suggestion jumped out of this framework at once.

The most important thing is that the Heat does not have a strong power forward. Only 2 Haslem, who is 3.03 meters tall,

Nets' Jefferson or McGinnis can defend, and there is no risk of mismatch at all.

The four small players all have good shooting skills, which can completely open up space and prevent Shark from staying under the basket.

There is also space for breakthroughs. Unlike the first three games, there was a wall in the Heat's interior. Every breakthrough by the Nets was taken care of by O'Neal.

Shaq's jumping ability is already very low, but his 2.16-meter body is solid.

For the small guys who break through to the interior, he is very intimidating.

Frank raised the corner of his mouth. He was looking forward to O'Neal's frustrated expression in the next game.