NBA Tyrant

"Hey, guys!let's go!it's time to go back to training!" Howard

waved in front of the group, bringing them back to their senses.

"Whoa, boss! You're a big center running and jumping more than 1 meter, isn't it too much! And 12.94 meters in 100 meters, seriously

? You're almost 130 kilograms, right? And 3.36 seconds of 3/4 sprint, oh hell! I'm only 3.19 seconds!"

Nelson came back to his senses and began to babble after Howard.

"Haha!"

After getting the physical measurement data, the corners of Howard's mouth kept curling.

[Hehe, it's not in vain that I have worked hard to train my lower limb strength during this time, and I have gained a lot of muscle in the lower plate, and the effect is also obvious, although my weight has become heavier, but the bounce in place and the run-up bounce have also improved a lot. [

But the thighs and calves feel firmer, why

don't they look thicker on the outside?] [The height has grown taller again, it seems that it has not reached the top, and the height is about the same as the 226-tall Da Yao, not to mention O'Neill, and I don't know what the real weight of the two of them is now?]

[ 3.36 seconds, well, it means that I have good short-range explosiveness, trainers say that my 0-30 meters starting burst speed is not weaker than the world's top sprinters, and the length of the court is less than 30 meters, this distance, I can compete with the speed of the defender. [The

maximum bench press is 225 kg, which I didn't expect myself, I didn't dare to try to challenge the maximum limit before, because I was afraid that the injury would affect the game, and now it seems that my physical talent is definitely an NBA monster level in terms of strength.

[If memory serves, it is said that the largest bench press is Carl Malone's 230 kg, followed by O'Neal's 215 kg, and then Big Ben's 208 kg.

[Karl Malone has quit the league, so that means that among the active players in the league, now!The strongest bench press is me!Tyrant Howard!quack

!] "Dwight! You're such a monster! No wonder you can ravage your opponent's interior so recklessly in the game!tsk!

"Howard, your body is not at its peak yet, there is still a lot of potential to develop, I want to wait until you enter your peak, the throne of the league's No. 1 center, you must be!" Johnny

himself is very optimistic about Howard, Howard is not only physically good, but also has a lot of ideas about tactical play.

In Johnny's eyes, Howard is not a stupid big man with only muscles, on the contrary, Howard gives Johnny the feeling that he is a player with a much higher IQ than physical fitness.

[The No. 1 center in his peak?With such a good talent, why don't I challenge the Giant Shark now?or even hit the No. 1 throne?]

Howard held the physical test report tightly in his hand, and his excellent physical statistics and offensive ability made Howard's ambition skyrocket.

In the afternoon, Howard personally took Battier to the team's in-house practice, allowing Battier to quickly familiarize himself with the team's tactics and his role.

Battier, who has the title of "Mr. President", has a high degree of education, not to mention an IQ, and is quickly familiar with it.

After Battier got to know him basically, Johnny organized a 15-minute red and blue intra-team match in order to get Fight into the team faster.

Blues for both teams

: Howard, Turkoglou, Battier, Stevenson, Nelson.

Red: Cato, Garriti, Hill, Mobley, Francis.

These two sets of lineups, offensive firepower and defensive ability are not bad, compared to the Francis's side will have more offensive strengths.

Hill and Francis both have the ability to carry the ball alone, while Howard's blue team, except for Howard himself, the other four have little ball-handling ability.

However, the blue team has a better defense inside and outside, and the red team is a big and short version inside.

Johnny is going to be the coach of the red team this time, and he intends to plan his tactics well to deal with Howard's blue team.

Because after more than a dozen games in November, the performance of the substitute lineup brought by Francis has not been very satisfactory, so Johnny wants to study and improve the strength of this lineup.

"Francis, in this way, let's change, let Hill as the offensive core, you as the brain, responsible for connecting teammates, distributing the ball!

Cato, you do more blocking and dismantling for Hill, our lineup will focus on blocking and dismantling tactics, and the others listen, you run like this......"

The red team is in full swing to formulate tactics, and Howard on the blue team is not slow.

"Johnny and Francis are very familiar with our star-studded play, and the fact that the manager doesn't let me use the low post back-to-back singles has weakened my role to a certain extent

, so I'm going to do it mainly near the free throw line, Nelson, Stevenson, you two run more, Turkoglou, Battier, you two in the bottom corner.

When the time is right, you can cut the basket in the air, if you don't have much time to attack, you really can't do anything, just leave the ball to me to deal with......"

A few minutes later, the trainer who acted as the referee signaled the two sides to go on the court and prepare for the game.

"Hey, brothers, since it's a game, how about we take out some bets? If we lose, we will give the winning team a duffel backpack for the whole month of December, and the winning team

will personally contribute 10,000 US dollars each, and the head coach will have your share too! Are you interested?"

Howard suddenly wanted to play something exciting on a whim to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm.

"Oh, that's interesting, you're welcome!" Johnny

looked at Howard with an eyebrow, a little surprised.

"Wow, Boss, really! I'm going to do my best to win!"

Nelson was already excited.

"Haha, Howard, I'm going to get $10,000! I want you to carry my backpack for me!"

Mobley stood next to Francis, and when he heard Howard's words, his face immediately grinned.

"I can't wait for you to carry my bag for me!" Francis

licked his lips.

[TNND, the two rookies on the team, one can't beat it, the other hugs his thigh, and he hasn't even beaten the old man of the team, and a few of us are really embarrassed by the NBA veterans! Hey, hey!]

Don't think that the stars who play in the NBA are tens of millions, or even tens of millions, and they can't look down on $10,000.

On the contrary, many stars will be very interested in adding tens of thousands of dollars.

Soon the players of both teams stood in the center circle of the court, and all began to gear

up, jumping the ball in the middle circle, and there was no doubt that Howard jumped directly to get the first attack for the blue team.

Nelson brought the ball over to Howard at the top of the arc, because it was an intra-team training game, mainly to simulate a real game to practice tactics.

So Howard didn't mean to hit the first shot, but watched as Nelson passed the ball and rushed inside, taking Francis to the basket.

After reaching the low post, he suddenly ran out and ran towards Howard at the top of the arc.

When the two were on a mismatch, Howard handed the ball to Nelson and screened Nelson at the same time.

After Nelson received the ball, he dribbled two meters sideways, and seeing that Cato did not come up to make up for the defense, Francis was blocked by Howard again.

So the three points shot directly.

"Hey, hey, hey, Francis, what's my three-pointer, where's your defense? Why can't I see you?"

"Stinky boy, less smug! I'll make you look good!" Francis

didn't bother to pay attention to Nelson and turned back to receive the serve.

The RED team attacked, with Francis leading at the top of the arc.

Hill slipped to the baseline and borrowed Cato to cover and ran to the bottom corner three-point line.

Battier was blocked and didn't immediately chase after him.

As soon as Hill was on his feet, Francis passed the ball into place, allowing Hill to receive the ball comfortably.

Without any hesitation, Hill shot straight from the bottom corner.

"See, this is the global vision and passing that a defender should have!Rookie, learn from me!Haha!"

Seeing Hill score, Francis breathed a sigh of relief and immediately replied to Nelson.

"Cut, wait until you win us, you don't deserve to say that! But Francis, you can't win! Hehe, you're going to have to carry my bag then!" When

it comes to trash talk, Nelson doesn't get used to Francis.

[Damn rookie!And you want me to carry your bag!FK!]

Francis is angry.

The BLU team attacked, and this time Howard motioned for everyone to pull away at the top of the arc and play alone.

Cato immediately tensed up, his footsteps shrank slightly, and he stepped back to stand one step inside the three-point line.

Cato is self-aware and knows that his own footwork is far inferior to Howard, so he wisely pulls some distance and guards against breakthroughs regardless of Howard's three-pointers.

Howard

rushed straight to Cato's left.

Using his burst and pace of footwork, Howard easily got to the basket and jumped on one foot to complete the dunk.

"Hey, Cato, you're a snail's inbent, a humanoid snail! It's too slow!" Howard

was unhappy with Cato's defensive footsteps.

"Poof!Humanoid snail!hahaha!"

Nelson couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard Howard's words and looked at Cato again.

"I'll go, don't say it, it looks like a snail!"

Mobley muttered quietly.

What can Cato say, he can only smile bitterly, he is 30 years old this year, and his footsteps and movement speed are definitely not comparable to Howard, who has a young monster physique.

Switching offense and defense, Hill singled out Battier, using all kinds of means, but he couldn't break through Battier's defense, and he had been seriously injured, and he had already lost the terrifying explosive speed he once had.

In the end, Hill reluctantly took a strong shot against Battier's defense.

didn't go in, the blue team counterattacked quickly, and Howard, who sprinted, got the ball at the free throw line, and after taking a step, he was about to dunk against Cato.

Seeing Howard so violent, Garriti, who was going to defend against Tekoglu, subconsciously came over to encircle Howard.

The corners of Howard's mouth went up, and without looking, he threw the ball into the bottom corner.

Turkoglu was already in position early, and immediately shot three points after receiving the ball.

"Garriti, don't flank, defend your own people!" Johnny

shouted at Garriti from the sidelines.

Garrite raised her hand in understanding.

With a four-star system, Garriti also knows that it is easy not to contain Howard, otherwise the outside line will be thrown away, and it will be difficult for the red team to play.

"Francis, play the Block and Pick 2 tactic!" Johnny

whispered as he followed Francis on the sidelines.