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Chapter 269 Defensive Master Davis

Chapter 269 Defensive Master Davis

In the evening, DeWeese and Anna whispered in bed and talked about the team lineup.

"My dear, I think the team's perimeter offensive ability is too poor. Next year, I feel that our perimeter needs to be strengthened."

Ana turned from her back to Davis to her face.

"Michael, I think the team's lineup is perfect now, why do you think so?"

"I fought against them today, and none of them could fight. I defended so poorly, and I defended them to death."

Anna's eyes widened and she had a very cute look of surprise on her face.

"Michael, there is something wrong with what you said."

Davis didn't expect Anna to answer him like that.

"If there is any problem, let's talk about it."

"First of all, our team's outside firepower is not weak at all. We even say that our outside scoring is one of the strongest teams in the league, and our inside scoring is also at the forefront of the league."

Anna paused.

"So, we're one of the best teams in the league right now, and we just double-killed the Bulls."

"Second, your defense is not bad at all. I calculated your data specially. When facing you, the opponent's average field goal percentage will drop by 8%. This is already an amazing value. In the entire league, it is second only to top perimeter defenders such as Jordan and Payton."

Davis actually felt that what Anna said made sense.

"In addition, you mentioned the problem of our weak outside firepower. Your current offensive ability is second only to Jordan among the outside players in the entire league. With a player like you, how much better outside offensive firepower do we need? Do we want to bring Jordan in?"

Davis always felt that something was weird.

Teacher An did not stop her teaching.

"Our team's current perimeter firepower mix is ​​very reasonable. There are defensive gates, three-point shooters, breakthrough players, and a field-controlling master with strong organizational skills like you. I really can't think of how you will strengthen the team next year. Even if Larter and Dennis have to go, just get a player with stronger perimeter defensive ability."

"Also, uh!"

Davis directly blocked Anna's mouth.

The exchange and discussion between the two quickly turned to another path. . .

Satisfied, DeWeese lay on the bed, finally having space in his mind to think about what felt wrong just now.

He finally remembered.

"What kind of opponent am I facing in the system space, and what kind of opponent am I facing in the real world. Of course Anna's words are true in reality, but in the system space, my defense is indeed a shortcoming of the entire team."

It seems that this has become an unsolvable problem.

"Forget it, let's focus on the real world first, and strive for the championship this season with all our strength. Let's practice defense slowly like this first."

Davis, who couldn't think of a way to break the situation, simply closed his eyes, hugged Anna in his arms, and went to sleep.

The Magic had a game the next day, but it was a home game.

So Davis still followed the usual rhythm, got up for morning exercises, and went to the arena to train with Anna after breakfast.

However, when Davis was training, he found that his teammates were avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Could it be that the shadow came out yesterday?"

Sprewell walked cautiously to Davis.

"Michael, you won't continue to fight with us today, will you? If so, I feel a little uncomfortable today..."

Davis laughed. "It really made me guess right. I won't practice so much today, just train normally."

Relieved, Sprewell happily ran aside to share the exciting news with his teammates.

The opponent of the night, the Seattle SuperSonics, was not too concerned by the Magic to be honest.

Although the Supersonics, which lacks Kemp, try their best to strengthen their lineup, the fact that they have changed from a dual-core team to a single-core team cannot be changed.

The increasingly mature Payton is trying to support the Sonics alone, but if there is no All-Star star to join, the Sonics ranked first in the Western Conference last year may never come back.

佩顿这个赛季场均可以交出21.2分4.4篮板9.3助攻2.7抢断的数据，他已经蜕变为了联盟最顶级的1号位。

And tonight's game, the biggest highlight is the duel between Payton and Davis, the two new generation point guards.

And DeWeese has already decided how he will play at night.

Hmph, the defense is over, who is not a defensive gate.

In this way, in the game at night, Payton was as disgusting as eating a fly.

He looks at Davis.

“Michael, did you take the wrong medicine today?”

DeWeese blinked his big Kaziran eyes.

"What's the matter, Gary?"

"You are attacking, don't keep staring at me." Peyton thought for a while, but he was still embarrassed to say this.

"Huh!" Peyton spat on the ground, turned his head and walked to the backcourt.

The staff next to him reluctantly came up with a mop and wiped the floor where Peyton had spat.

"The quality is really low. He-tui!"

Seeing this scene, Davis almost laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, brother, let me prevent him tonight." He patted the cleaner on the shoulder, looked at Peyton's fading figure, and said confidently.

Come on, hurt each other.

After Davis arrived in the frontcourt, he didn't give Payton a chance to defend himself one-on-one. He just gave him a look, and Sprewell ran up to Davis to block Payton.

Payton wanted to pass the block, but after passing the block, he found that the ball in Davis's hand was gone.

Where's the ball?

The ball is in O'Neal's hands, and Davis' pick-and-roll is just a cover. The ball depends on O'Neal continuing to play inside.

O'Neal did not disappoint everyone, because his opponent was Bill Cartwright who was eliminated by the Bulls.

The old guy is 38 years old, and maybe the Supersonics are really short of people after Kemp left. Together with Schramf, he formed the twin towers of the Supersonics.

Just dribbling the ball behind him, Cartwright flew out of the court.

Then O'Neill turned around and jumped up like a sitting cannon.

Davis was frightened when he saw it, for fear that O'Neill would break Cartwright's old arms and legs. . .

After seeing Cartwright standing up, he breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the backcourt to prepare for Payton's offense.

Payton just passed halftime, and Davis posted it like a piece of brown sugar.

"This guy was an octopus in his previous life, right?" Payton struggled to dribble the ball under Davis' defense.

Payton breathed a sigh of relief after passing the ball to his teammate who came forward to respond.

"Who is the glove?" He thought about this question in his heart while running.

(End of this chapter)