Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 396: After six months of training, you'll be able to dunk?
Howard ran past Nash and muttered something to him.

Pass the ball.

Two minutes into the game, I hadn't even had a chance to perform yet.

Nash gave him a shove, signaling him to get back to defense.

D'Antoni was so focused on offense that he didn't put much effort into defense.

In his words, if the offense hasn't been developed, there's no point in talking about defense.

But Nash knew the importance of defense.

During his time with the Mavericks, Don Nelson was also an extreme offensive player, often achieving impressive results in the regular season, but in the playoffs, he was completely outmatched.

It's not that their defense is terrible.

I have to take the blame for this.

But this year is different; we have Howard and Marion.

Ray Allen on the perimeter put up a good fight, and his defense is also decent.

Having witnessed Howard's defensive abilities during scrimmages at training camp, Nash had a premonition that Howard could anchor the Suns' interior defense.

It was still Terry.

The levitating ball, with an extremely strange change in rhythm, swept past Nash like a gust of wind.

Nash instinctively reached out and grabbed at nothing but air, feeling utterly helpless.

I really can't defend against a guard who's that fast.

Of course, it can't defend against slow but strong opponents either.

Not to mention breaking through the rhythm.

With that kind of rhythm change, even if Nash's mind could react, his body couldn't keep up.

What's frightening is that in the training camp, every guard learned a rhythm change technique from Tang Sen.

Especially that monster, Allen Iverson.

In training camp, Nash faced off against Iverson, and the player who was beaten was so badly that even his own parents wouldn't recognize him.

Terry dribbled the ball towards the inside.

Nash turned and chased after him, but he wasn't flustered at all.

Howard is also in the paint.

Nash is a smart man. During the training camp, he paid close attention to Howard's training and thought about how Townsend could develop Howard.

He noticed that Tangsen did not let Howard gain weight mindlessly to increase his threat at the center position, but instead maintained his athleticism and tried his best to train his help defense ability.

Especially its ability to block small objects from being blocked.

Howard was lured outside the penalty area by Ratliff, where figures crisscrossed, but he had already noticed Terry breaking into the penalty area.

It looked like it was going to be too late.

But that's for others; I can manage on my own.

Turn around and start moving, take one step and leap high into the air.

Terry is good at making short floaters after breaking through, and he practiced them a lot in training camp, even adjusting the arc of the shot.

But Howard jumped even higher, leaping with all his might as if he were trying to compete with the sky for height.

He stretched out his finger and accurately poked the basketball in mid-air.

The basketball changed direction and bounced upwards.

The two landed at the same time, and the next moment, Howard leaped up like a spring, stretching out his arm and pushing inward.

The basketball, which had bounced outwards a bit, was picked up again by him.

After landing, Howard jumped up again and finally caught the basketball.

Howard jumped three times in a row, he was like a spring that never stops.

Terry glanced at Howard speechlessly, thinking to himself, "Did I steal it from you? Why did you jump three times in a row?"

But the height of that jump and the speed of that defensive support drew gasps of amazement from the stands.

Dwight Howard excitedly stood up, pointed at the court, and shouted to the fans around him, "That's my son!"

The cheers from the stands spurred Howard on; his young heart yearned to shine.

And Nash was the most considerate person.

As they landed on the ground, he and Howard exchanged a glance.

Howard immediately stepped up to set a screen, then turned around and rolled down the screen.

Nash simply tossed the ball towards the basket.

Ratliff moved quickly, blocking Howard's path.

But Howard, charging forward, didn't care about any of that. He leaped with all his might, grabbed the basketball in mid-air, ignored Ratliff below, and slammed the ball into the basket.

Ratliff can't jump anymore.

Howard slammed the ball in with an almost overhead dunk, scoring his first two points in his career.

Such a spectacular dunk, worthy of being among the top ten plays of the day, completely ignited the passion of the fans in attendance.

For most ordinary viewers, they don't really care how the number one draft pick performs or whether the Suns can win the championship.

They paid for tickets to come in for entertainment, to watch spectacular dunks. Seeing such an explosive dunk, especially from the newly drafted number one draft pick, made it even more perfect.

Such cheers energized Howard even more.

Soon, he got another chance. Raheem passed the ball inside, and Ratliff turned and took a step to make a layup.

Howard, who went out to help defend, had already turned around when Rasheed passed the ball.

He has a keen sense of defensive capabilities.

What's even more terrifying is his speed in helping the defense. He arrives almost simultaneously with Ratliff, stretching out his arms to slam the ball onto the backboard.

A spiked hat!

After landing, Howard yelled at Ratliff a couple of times.

You, the shot-blocking king?

A flash of anger crossed Ratliff's eyes; he wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

But I can't do it.

It can run and jump, and it's as strong as a rhinoceros. It charges around recklessly, and I can't keep up with it.

If you follow Nash, you'll never lack opportunities.

Howard sat down on the wing with Ratliff and reached out for the ball.

He really wanted to tell the audience in the stands that he wasn't just good at dunking, but also had a lot of other skills.

Howard understood with just one look from Nash.

With a lean back, Howard turned around quickly, pulled Ratliff behind him, and charged forward.

Sure enough, the basketball flew over from behind and was passed to me at just the right moment.

With a leap, Howard completed another alley-oop dunk.

The whole place was boiling.

D'Antoni was clapping excitedly on the sidelines.

The newly crowned champion's performance was amazing.

Howard touched the rim and landed, giving Nash a simple thumbs-up.

Good message, please continue.

At that moment, Howard suddenly realized that there was no point in showing off his skills anymore.

With an old and feeble-minded guy like Ratliff, there's no need for him to show off his skills. He should just charge in and dunk.

Anyway, no one can stop me.

And that is indeed the case.

D'Antoni's three-point strategy, which emphasizes speed and quick releases, caught the Hawks off guard from the start.

But it quickly became unusable.

First, the sun itself is not yet familiar with it.

Ray Allen, in particular, has an awareness of off-the-ball movement, but the teamwork among the players is not good enough.

Secondly, Woodson, this rookie head coach, is clearly not incompetent.

He has many years of experience as an assistant coach, and he also coached Ray Allen when he was with the Bucks, so he knows Ray Allen's situation.

He reacted quickly and immediately realized that the key to the Suns' speed boost was Nash, and he would intercept Nash before halftime.

Finally, Nash believed that someone must have snitched.

They were all in the same training camp, so Terry and Raheem knew exactly what he had practiced and must have reminded Woodson before the game.

Therefore, Woodson was able to adapt to Ray Allen's long-range shooting style.

Therefore, the Suns played quite a lively game, but they were not in the lead halfway through the first quarter.

Nash made a proactive adjustment, starting to lob the ball inside and play around Howard.

For Howard, there's no need for Nash to assist him on alley-oops.

It was a one-on-one game, and he kept dunking.

Back-to-the-basket drive.

Howard has the height of a power forward but the weight of a center.

And then they can also have athleticism comparable to a small forward.

He's a monster.

With a powerful push from his waist, he executed a standard post-up move, quickly approaching the basket. As he made contact again, he moved with lightning speed, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and with the first contact, he spun around and brushed past Ratliff.

That one move did indeed have a hint of Shaquille O'Neal's style.

O'Neal often backed up and drove to the basket, then spun around and slammed home a dunk.

Howard doesn't have O'Neal's wide buttocks, but he has the advantage of strong athleticism, and his ability to turn around and use his legs to block opponents is also quite good.

With a loud thud, he slammed the ball down again.

Ratliff's face turned green, and he couldn't help but want to curse: "Townsen trained you for half a year, and all you've learned is how to dunk?"

This was exactly the same thought that Tang Sen, watching the live broadcast from far away in New York, was having.

I went through all that trouble to teach you so many techniques, and in the end you just show me how to dunk?
(End of this chapter)