Whiteside ate the cake in a row, and three dunks in a row, which immediately boosted the morale of the Spurs.

And after the successful dunk in a row, Whiteside's own confidence also rose, and after receiving the ball again for the fourth time, this guy actually played a "pseudo-big dream foot" under the basket, and only after shaking Asik did he end the offense with a basket under the basket!

"Roar—"

Whiteside was hilarious, and after pulling the basket and buckling it heavily, he actually looked up to the sky and roared, which was really quite arrogant.

Whiteside was so hilarious that he finally couldn't help the person sitting on the court, and Howard stood up directly from the bench with a black face, and then walked directly to McHale and asked to play.

"Dwight, your foul ......" McHale is still a little uneasy, after all, Howard's three fouls are not a joke, in terms of the Spurs' ability to make fouls, at this time, Howard is likely to let him play without the ball in the second half.

"It's okay coach, I'm not going to get six foulers so easily, leave it to me."

Howard is full of fighting spirit, just now he was fouled by the Spurs in the first quarter, and then he could only hold back off the court, Howard was actually quite unhappy, especially seeing Whiteside wreak havoc on the interior when he was away, which made Howard very unhappy and felt that his position as the first center was seriously provoked.

So now, he's tempted to go up and clean up on Whiteside and let him know who's the real inside boss!

Especially when I think of the first few minutes of this game, when Howard himself was still on the court, it was quite easy to suppress Whiteside, and now he is going, Whiteside is no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is the king!

McHale thought about it for a while, Howard was right, he was a star who had been mixed up for so many years, how could he be out so easily?

So, McHale thought about it for a while, and still agreed to Howard's request, after all, Howard's morale is high now, and he can't forcibly stop the family from playing.

Taking advantage of a dead-ball opportunity, the Rockets made a substitution, with Howard and Jones coming on together for Asik and Motai Yunas.

Whiteside's eyes froze, and Howard's guy came up.

"Hassan, you have an opponent." Seeing Howard coming up, Qin Yan came to Whiteside's side and said with a snicker.

"yes, that guy is really hard to deal with." Whiteside recovered from his excitement and became very serious.

Thinking about it, Whiteside also remembered the scene when he was suppressed by Howard in the first few minutes of the game.

"It's okay, we're here, you still fight like you just now." Qin Yan encouraged Whiteside: "Howard's inside line skills are not particularly clever, and you won't necessarily lose in air battles with him." ”

"Air combat?" Whiteside was a little puzzled, "When it comes to air combat, Howard is also very good at it." ”

"It's okay, there aren't many people who can pass and catch the rockets, and there are a lot of people here who can feed you the ball." Qin Yan is very confident, saying that after Duncan changed the floor flow, before Whiteside's arrival, the Spurs' least favorite thing was air combat. Because there is no one in the team who likes to fly in the sky to play, even if it is Qin Yan himself, he is more of a breakthrough, and then the layup and dunk are random, if he is in a good mood, Qin Yan will also use ultra-long three points to solve the offense.

But after Whiteside came, it was different, Whiteside was a jumping man, and his basket skills had not yet been developed, and for Whiteside now, air combat was the easiest way to score.

"Okay, I'll do my best." With Qin Yan's encouragement, Whiteside strengthened his confidence, after all, he played so smoothly just now, and he was not willing to admit it as soon as Howard came up.

The Rockets attacked, Howard went inside, and Whiteside got entangled in the first time.

"Boy, you were very arrogant just now, and now?" Howard sneered and whispered to Whiteside.

"Dwight, is your time over?" Whiteside's mouth kung fu will definitely not lose to Howard, under the subtle influence of Qin Yan and others, it is difficult to imagine that Whiteside will lose in mouth kung fu.

"Hmph, then you can try it." Howard generally doesn't quarrel, and it's good to do what he can do.

Harden had a chance on the outside at this time, and as soon as Howard stealthily gave himself a look on the inside, Harden raised his hand and threw the ball over.

As soon as Howard saw the ball coming, he immediately shouted and jumped, and then the whole person flew directly to the world, a pair of muscular hands firmly grasped the flying ball, and then turned around in the air, faced the basket, and then smashed it with both hands!

Whiteside felt a little bad when Howard was jumping, he quickly stepped back two steps, and when Howard took the ball and turned around, he rushed over quickly and jumped hard!

Whiteside's speed was really fast, especially after taking two steps back, and then rushing up again, it was too fast.

Howard smashed the ball with both hands, but he hadn't completely smashed the ball down, and suddenly found that there seemed to be an extra wall in front of his hands, and the ball couldn't be smashed down!

Whiteside! He stepped back and jumped forward, slamming his hands on Howard's ball!

"Huh? It's kind of interesting. ”

Howard felt a little surprised when he felt Whiteside's huge resistance, and in his impression, Whiteside should not have such strength.

Yes, in terms of pure strength, Whiteside is definitely not Howard's opponent, but just now he took two steps back, and after rushing forward, he used the bonus of inertia to make up for the power gap between him and Howard at once.

"Get down for me!" Whiteside roared in the air, then put his hands on it, hoping to cover Howard off.

But Whiteside forgot that Howard was the No. 1 center back then, and even if he is only eighty percent of his skills now, he is still very powerful.

At least in terms of strength, Howard is not yet something that Whiteside can fully contend with!

The muscles of both hands flare, Howard's arms seemed to be bigger, and then he straightened up in the air, broke through Whiteside's defenses with both hands, and smashed the ball into the basket!

"Tick-"

Not only did Whiteside fail to block this time, but he also picked up a foul.

"Wow." After landing on the ground, Whiteside took three steps back, with a look of disbelief, how could it be, he should have stopped Howard, why did his strength become stronger later?

"You're still a little tender." Howard looked at Whiteside, and this time he did find the opponent in front of him a little interesting, at least much more interesting than when he first started the game.

Whiteside didn't reply this time, but there seemed to be a flame in his eyes that began to burn.

Air battles, this is just the beginning!