NBA: Yao Ming at his peak returns to his rookie season

Garnett is one of the best interior defenders in the league.

A tenacious defense, an absolute intimidation brought by a height and wingspan like a giant spider, coupled with that mind-numbing trash talk from the sewers—these are what made the King of Minnesota.

Kevin Garnett, the Wolf King!

He is also the strongest contender for this season's MVP.

The scene of the game.

Garnett and Yao Ming started battling for the ball.

He had never seen someone of Yao Ming's height who was so agile, and Yao Ming seemed to know him very well.

Playing against Yao Ming feels like facing that bastard Tim Duncan!

Their playing style wasn't explosive, unlike Garnett who was always full of passion, but they were almost mechanical, rarely making mistakes and not affected by Garnett.

It's absolutely disgusting.

Many of Garnett's signature moves were accurately predicted by Yao Ming, so accurately that Garnett felt like he was an undercover agent.

'Bang!'

Garnett slammed the ball in over Yao Ming: "You bastard, that dunk you gave me!"

He remained tough.

Being tough has become Garnett's instinct. Even though he's feeling guilty now, his mouth and hands haven't stopped moving at all!

Yao Ming played very hard on the tackling and defense.

The fighting spirit brought by "unyieldingness" gave Yao Ming the wildness he had always lacked.

The well-behaved kids play ball too politely.

Pulling along the grumbling Francis and Glenn Robinson, Yao Ming got up; the game was nearing halftime.

Yao Ming played relentlessly on defense, looking for opportunities to block shots and accumulate kill points.

You have accumulated 60 points.

With a little more effort, it should be enough for one game.

Every game is important to Yao Ming. Every bit of attribute improvement he makes represents his hope to break through his physical limits.

But Garnett went too far this time.

With a roar, Yao Ming rallied himself and led the Rockets on the offensive. And to be fair, Glenn Robinson put on a pretty convincing act today, managing to go toe-to-toe with Sprewell.

And he kept spewing trash talk.

Big Dog's fighting ability is about the same as Clear Spring's for the current Rockets. Without Old Cat, the Rockets lack offensive weapons, and Glenn Robinson is playing exceptionally well.

If we exclude his personality issues, his one-on-one ability would at least place him in the top ten in the league.

Even the big dog has some problems with its head.

Two seasons of tanking have made many of Big Dog's skills very rusty.

His preferred playing style now consists of only three things: receiving the ball, dribbling once, and then shooting directly, thus reducing the passer's assist chance.

The second approach is to force a one-on-one fight, but the accuracy is generally low.

Third, find Yao Ming and pass the ball to him.

As for others asking for the ball, well, sorry, Glenn Robinson's eyesight isn't good today!

Francis was the biggest victim of his playing style.

I can't get an assist.

Francis was furious that the dog was trying to take the blame for everything. The friendship between the two men was completely ruined, and the dog was even competing with him for his affections!

I am Yao Ming's one and only!

The first half ended with Glenn Robinson hitting a crucial three-pointer.

The Rockets trailed 52-61, down by 9 points.

Glenn Robinson excitedly put his arm around Yao Ming's shoulder: "See that? Yao, I'm your best partner! You have to be like Shaq, draw double teams, and then pass me the ball. We're the best partners ever!"

These words successfully offended both Francis and Tommy.

Both of them wanted nothing more than to kill the big dog.

That mouth of his is truly foul, and he always acts like a senior. It's impossible for someone like that not to get beaten up.

Even now, there are people on the Rockets' side quietly cheering for Sprewell.

Yao Ming also finds people like Glenn Robinson quite troublesome.

In terms of skill, he's almost an All-Star level. As for his personality, even a dog passing by would have to yell at him, otherwise the dog wouldn't be happy.

Once someone joins the Rockets, they can't be wasted.

Even if it's a terrible situation, you have to deal with it.

Yao Ming could only try to mentally prepare himself.

The Timberwolves are on one side.

Coach Sanders is trying to cool down his team, advising Mourinho and Garnett to calm down and stay calm.

The Rockets don't have enough players.

Apart from Yao Ming, Steve Francis, and at most a big dog, the others are just there to make up the numbers.

Yao Ming played for 18 minutes in the first half.

The third quarter will be their chance!

Garnett was still able to listen to reason and nodded in agreement with Sanders.

However, what Sprewell plans to do is not necessarily something Sanders and Garnett can come up with.

Madman is an All-Star level player.

Especially after joining the Timberwolves.

The Timberwolves had two pillars in the paint, Nesterovic and Garnett, who provided him with excellent spacing, allowing Sprewell to not decline after leaving his peak, but rather to improve his performance.

But that's just how madmen are—they don't know their own limitations.

His strength relies on the Timberwolves' unique interior system, and has little to do with him personally. This is also why no other team picked him up after his outburst in his previous life, "That little bit of money isn't enough to support my family."

No team is willing to offer even a temporary opportunity.

It's said that arrogance brings disaster, and arrogance in humans leads to... well, you know.

This is Sprewell's most arrogant season yet. Since his transfer to the Timberwolves, he's almost thought he's the boss of the Timberwolves.

The third quarter began.

Big Dog was planning to rely on his physique to defend, but Sprewell controlled his speed and started to break through. Big Dog defended him closely until he returned to the paint.

Sprewell sprang to his feet, and the thrower prepared.

"Hahaha! Come to Daddy's arms!" The big dog was taller and stronger than Sprewell in terms of speed and physique.

Even after so many years of indulging in wine and women, this guy is still so vigorous.

It's clear how extraordinary his original talent was.

No NBA number one draft pick is a free lunch... but that's not always the case.

Anyway, Big Dog is planning to show off and let Madman experience the pain of his big slap, because playing basketball will really hurt.

Then Glenn Robinson felt a dizzying, excruciating pain in his jaw.

Sprewell did indeed go into the big dog's arms.

It was the knee that went in first.

He tossed the ball into the basket.

Sprewell landed and excitedly pounded his chest!

Glenn Robinson, lying on the ground, experienced his second bout of falling asleep immediately, and this time it was far more severe than the last.

Yao Ming just wanted to give him a hard time, to stop Glenn Robinson from getting too cocky.

When he gets cocky, he'll ruin the atmosphere in the locker room.

This time, Sprewell was solely targeting the most notorious criminals!

Big Dog's character is despicable, but this is a game, and in a game, the color of the jerseys of both sides determines where everyone sits.

So Francis unleashed his furious roar of shirking his duties.

Garnett also stepped forward.

The two looked at each other, as if they were telepathically in sync.

Garnett was in charge of yelling, Francis was in charge of holding Garnett back, then Harden raised his hands and stepped back, starting his moonwalk mode, and finally the referee came on the court to separate the two.

Everything was just like the script.

Just as the referee was about to review the replay and then award Sprewell a flagrant foul.

Sprewell gave a disdainful snort.

"He doesn't seem to have fouled; he probably just made a bit too rough a move?"

Yao Ming's sudden outburst silenced the arena.

"Yes, he didn't foul." Although Francis didn't know what had happened, since his younger brother Yao Ming had started the fight, he, as the leader, had to follow suit!