basketball never sleeps

Chapter 292 Mr. Big 50 Points

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Beads of sweat as big as beans fell to the ground and broke into eight petals.

Jackson gritted his teeth and tensed all the muscles in his body. The hairs on his body stood up. The stadium was still the same stadium, the cheering audience on the sidelines was still as enthusiastic, and the opponent still had the same face. Nothing had changed.

But the feeling of danger overwhelmed him like a tide.

His open palm trembled, not because of fear or kidney deficiency, but to signal his teammates to pay attention to the pick-and-roll.

But Mo Wen in front of him also stretched out his hand and pushed it outwards.

Before he could savor the fear of loneliness, Mo Wen leaned forward slightly and pushed his hips forward continuously.

Jackson took small steps and kept his center of gravity unchanged as he retreated step by step. He didn't dare to rush forward to press, because if he got too close, Mo Wen could just lower his shoulders and turn around to pass him.

In terms of using the body, he previously knew that his old teammate Duncan was the best at it. With his solid footwork, stable core and mature techniques, if the opponent's size and confrontation were not up to par, he would use his shoulder to block you in a few moves and you could only watch his ugly rebound.

After playing these few games, he felt that his old teammates were not good enough.

Mo Wen's judgment of the defensive player's movements and center of gravity was just like Kai. In a trance, you switched positions with him, just like a dance partner who had cooperated for many years.

But this time, Mo Wen dribbled the ball alternately between his legs for two steps. There was no particularly big movement. He just waited for the ball to bounce to the side and rear, then he retracted the ball, stepped back, stood up and shot.

But the rhythm was stuck at the point where he was retreating.

His reaction was quick, but Mo Wen's shot was even faster.

Swish!
18:13
The Warriors immediately served the ball quickly. Byron Davis broke into the inside but was stopped by Ray Allen. He arched his back twice and waited for Yao Ming to come to the frontcourt. Seeing that Francisco did not give any resistance, he made a straight pass and accurately delivered the ball to the big man.

Francisco's speed of moving forward was very fast, and Yao Ming calmly raised the ball and faked a shot, then he received the ball, lowered his shoulders and pushed the ball sideways.

Yao Ming, who has been in transition for less than a year, is not so smooth in the confrontation center point movement. Unfortunately, Francisco is also unfamiliar with defending big men's breakthroughs. If it were someone like Tyson, he would be better at defending the ball, because his height was not much higher than that of his peers before he was 13 years old, so he also has some guard skills.

The two stumbled and tangled for two steps before Yao Ming seized an opportunity to make a layup before the Supersonics retreated to defense.

The basketball hit the rim and Milicic passed the ball to Mo Wen, and the Supersonics players then counterattacked.

Mo Wen's bold advancement with the ball as if he was not carrying it made Jason Richardson unable to help but try to steal the ball.

But after chasing for two steps, he found that he - a two-time slam dunk champion, a pure-blooded black man who had been criticized by the media for having no extra advantages except his physical fitness - could not catch up with Mo Wen.

He tried to reach out to pull it but ended up slipping and stumbling. He took two steps and managed to keep his balance with his hands.

This was the first time he felt the impact of his knee injury outside of his usual dunks.

It’s definitely because of the knee injury!

Jackson on the other side chased straight ahead and finally found an opportunity to use his body position to stop Mo Wen, but he didn't expect Mo Wen to suddenly exert force and knock him away.

The perspective of the man spinning and falling to the ground had a very familiar feeling to him... He seemed to have seen it in a B-grade movie before. To be more precise, it was the perspective of a decapitated head.

The referee held the whistle in his mouth but had no intention of blowing it. Mo Wen did not make any obvious elbow movement. This could mean he was either acting or he was just a complete rookie.

The basket is empty and the flying man is on the ground.

Mo Wen jumped one step behind the free throw line, grabbed the ball with one hand, passed it under his crotch, aimed at the basket... and put it in.

Originally, Mo Wen wanted to dunk, but if he really dunked, his hand would be hurt by the recoil, which would affect the feel of the subsequent movements.

The commentator on the sidelines was so depressed that he suffered internal injuries.

His "BOOM Shakalaka" was about to reach his mouth, but it turned into a moan.

The screen turned to O'Neal on the sidelines. He also looked constipated, and then made Uncle Mu's classic move to the camera.

"Mo Wen is really... civilized and polite. He will put the ball in if he can dunk it steadily. With his speed and height just now, it is actually much more difficult to put the ball in than to slam dunk. It's only Mo Wen who can dunk when he wants to!" Coach Zhang rolled his eyes, then found the right direction and applauded.

Yu Jia next to him grinned and said, "What a civilized and polite guy! You really didn't see that Jackson was knocked two meters away."

20: 15.

Scratching his brow, Old Nelson truly experienced the feeling of oppression that his apprentice "Little General" had described.

Mo Wen's sudden outburst of these two goals made him see a Kobe who was rational and in excellent condition.

It can't be defended, it can't be restricted. If you try to restrict it, it will only make the defense explode faster.

But who is he? Last year, he was able to give the young general the idea of ​​​​everyone pressing forward, and it was even more impossible for him to retreat when it was his turn.

"Charge! You are the Warriors! Pick up the basketball! Shoot out their outside shots! Break through their defense! Attack! Beat them to pieces!"

Old Nelson ignored the defensive problems and just waved his finger at the Sonics' basket, his tone and expression almost insane.

Under the stimulation of old Nelson, the Warriors players ignored Mo Wen's one-on-one layup and instead turned around and rushed towards the Supersonics line.

It has to be admitted that Nelson's judgment and decision-making sometimes deviate from some so-called coaching common sense, but are closer to the essence of competitive sports.

No matter what, do your best. As long as we are all on the same stage, it means everyone has the possibility of winning.

In the following time, both sides seemed to be defenseless. To be more precise, no one could defend the other. The flying basketball and the constantly bouncing net made the game very exciting.

"People always talk about how amazing and advanced the Suns' fast break was, but the Warriors or Coach Nelson actually started researching this earlier. 13 years ago, he and Webber had a public falling out, which led to the disintegration of a great team. Otherwise, there should be more than three flags over the Oracle Arena."

Rick Barry, sitting in the commentary booth on the sidelines, glanced up at the sky above the stadium, feeling a bit nostalgic and a bit regretful.

Oracle Arena, which has been in service for 35 years, has been waiting for a championship banner that truly belongs to it.

Even though the team had moved from San Francisco to the Oakland Arena (renamed Oracle Arena in 06) when Rick Barry led the Warriors to the championship, no one expected that the Warriors with only Rick Barry could make it to the finals or even win the championship that year. The stadium had already been booked in advance for other activities, so the Warriors had to return to the Cow Palace in San Francisco for the finals.

At the end of the first quarter, Mo Wen led the Supersonics 40:34, leading the Warriors by 6 points.

而他个人则贡献了17分3篮板3助攻1抢断，更引人注目的是，其中11分都是在泰森下场后拿的。

The others were relatively average. Ray Allen scored 6 points and 1 assist, Milicic scored 4 points and 4 rebounds, Tyson who had already left the game scored 6 points, Gay scored 4 points, and Francisco scored 3 points.

The Sonics were in good shape and had a good mentality. Mo Wen's outburst reduced the pressure on them. When the ball was passed to them, they should shoot. If they missed, the worst that could happen was that Mo Wen would be back soon.

That's what the boss used.

After returning in the second quarter, old Hill tacitly helped Mo Wen replace the shooting lineup. Yao Ming had almost run out of running in the first quarter, and if he didn't play, the two teams would still have time to run.

The Supersonics spread out a circle on the outside, and without Yao Ming to cover the inside, defending Mo Wen was like playing a pay-to-win game without spending any money or watching any ads.

The advantages of the Warriors' bench and front line were fully demonstrated at this time - although they couldn't defend anyone, they could take turns to be punished.

From the quick stop jump shot to the sudden attack, from the butterfly flying through flowers to the dream dance, the Warriors players who defended Mo Wen seemed to see their younger selves.

In the community court of my hometown, there is a ball, a basket, and one person defending the court from noon to sunset.

Back then people liked to call them geniuses, but now, they have become people, and geniuses have become the only ones.

As his touch gradually improved, Mo Wen once again demonstrated his explosive personal scoring ability.

The score in a single quarter was about to reach 20 again. The Warriors players did not want to see Mo Wen score high points, so they increased the double-teaming and assist defense on Mo Wen, and various small moves began to develop into big moves.

But the Sonics players are not pushovers. If you double-team them, they know a little about three-pointers. If you take action, they also know a little about boxing.

Stephen Jackson: I have climbed up from the bottom. Do you know how many bullets there are in the M1917 Smith & Wesson?
Ray Allen: Do you know how many missiles are stored at the US Air Force Base?
Milicic (silently looking at Ray Allen): Do you know how many bombs have fallen on the land of Yugoslavia?

In fact, Gentleman Lei didn't really understand the tricks at first, but there was someone in the Supersonics who knew them all, and he liked to challenge him every day. In addition, this thing is also part of defense, so he was influenced by it and it became a habit...

George Karl, who was watching the game at his leisure, saw Ray Allen on TV with a firm face as he elbowed, pinched and pulled without any hesitation, just like he saw a giant panda finally unsheathed its leather cover.

No, who trained Ray Allen to be like this?
As for Mo Wen, after becoming successful, he has gradually forgotten his original intention of doing whatever it took when he was in obscurity, but the Warriors players want to help him recall the past, so he can also stop eating beef.

"Fuck, does this guy really know some kind of Chinese Kung Fu? He's poking people, but why does it feel so painful to me?"

"Absolutely, or he is a cyborg. Don't you know that he elbowed me just now. I almost fell there!"

"The referee is such a loser. I was almost killed by an elbow and they didn't even call the whistle. Do they have to break two elbows before they notice how dirty this guy is?"

"Why don't you try?"

"Fake Squid!"

At the end of the first half, Mo Wen's personal score had reached a terrifying 37 points, but in the face of the Warriors' small ball tactics, the score gap was not widened too much, and the Supersonics only led by 11 points.

Facts have proved that playing small ball and shooting three-pointers has its advantages. After all, it is the playoffs and Mo Wen can't let the game go.

Well, it absolutely doesn’t exist, it’s absolutely impossible!
Little General Johnson, who was peeking at the screen, touched his chin. It seemed that the teacher really did not deceive him. He played the same way when it was the Warriors' turn.

However, everyone has seen the price the Mavericks paid for doing this before, and this approach is a dead end!

This stubbornness might have allowed Mo Wen to play another iconic masterpiece. Is it true that no one can limit this Chinese man?

After much thought, a figure appeared in his mind.

"We need Ron!"

The young general was not the only one who realized this.

Although Artest has negative labels such as violent maniac, domestic violence man, locker room bomber, mentally ill, unprofessional, etc.

But as long as you think about him being one of the best defensive players in the league, none of that matters.

At the very least, he can prevent you from easily losing 50 or 60 points when you face Mo Wen and four shooters in a one-on-one duel in the playoffs.

Winning or losing doesn’t matter, but if Mo Wen scores high points in the playoffs, the positions of general manager and head coach will really be threatened.

This is the real big issue concerning the general managers’ own well-being and butts.

"Ah, traveling to Boston? PP (Pierce), aren't you from Los Angeles? Why are you still in Boston? Do the Celtics treat their players like nobody else? Why don't they give them a holiday?"

"You're not looking for a place to pull my pants, are you? Just for fun? I'm not going there. I'm annoyed by a bunch of white people. What's so great about white girls? Why don't you come to the Big Apple? I know a lot of people in Queens."

"KG might go, don't make a fuss, KG told me personally that the cities he is considering for tourism are Los Angeles, Golden State, Phoenix and Seattle, all of which are good places. What is Boston, the red head is gone. It's true that McHale (Timberwolves general manager) is a Celtics legend, but can he force a trade for KG?"

After hanging up the phone, Artest couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Wade, Kobe, and Duncan marked at the front of the call record.

"Do you really think I'm stupid? You didn't even tell me how much you'd raise my salary, and you want me to fight for my life?"

Turning back the drink on TV, Artest touched his ribs.

He may have to hold two fewer concerts this summer. If Mo Wen works hard next season and works harder, he will activate his player option next summer. He feels he can still get a big contract with an annual salary of tens of millions.

"Mo Wen, no, it's Brother Mo who is such a good person!"

……

In the second half, Yao Ming, who had rested for most of the quarter, took over the ball for the Warriors in the third quarter as promised. Facing Yao Ming with a full blue ball, Francisco could only defend himself with difficulty.

Fortunately, Mo Wen knew the hardships of his brothers in the interior and did not let Francisco work in vain. He gave Francisco two dribbles, giving him the opportunity to be included in the post-match highlights.

However, despite his best efforts on defense, he still committed his fifth foul 4 minutes into the third quarter.

With only one bar of health left, he was about to be killed and eliminated.

Old Hill, who had no peaches or wine in his hands, had to temporarily replace him to prevent no one from being available in the interior in the fourth quarter, letting Milicic play center and replacing him with Millsap at the same time.

But Milicic also received his fourth foul while defending Mengta Ellis's breakthrough.

Mo Wen's communication did not awaken the referee's humanity, but only resulted in the referee spreading his hands.

"That's how the playoffs are. Ordinary main players who are not usually favored by the spotlight will also bring about a series of unpredictable chain reactions after suffering injuries. The Warriors will definitely continue to focus on the Sonics' inside line. If the Sonics can't control it well, they may face a collapse of their inside line in the fourth quarter. Then it will be the Warriors' chance to turn the tables." Rick Barry's eyes were bright and his tone was cheerful.

On the court, Byron Davis and Yao Ming did the same thing. In the next three consecutive rounds, they didn't pass the ball when there were open spaces on the outside, but just looked for attacks from the Sonics' inside.

But as Mo Wen stabilized the morale of the team with a quick stop and a long three-pointer, widening the score difference to 17 points, old Nelson couldn't help but call a timeout.

"Idiot, what were you thinking? There was an open space on the outside, why didn't you pass the ball? They were all shrinking, but you still rushed in and attacked?"

"That European and their backup center are about to commit fouls. If we beat them both, they will have no inside players available in the fourth quarter, right?" Byron Davis said confidently.

"Do you think you can make up for the 20-point deficit without a center?" Old Nelson was so angry that he laughed. "After halftime, Mo has been organizing the last two balls. Do you think he has the stamina in the fourth quarter? If he replaces the shooter and continues to play one-on-one, how many points do you think he can score and how many points do you have to catch up?"

Baron Davis' mind froze for a moment, as if... that was the case.

The means of chasing points are important, but the purpose of all means is still to get points.

Stephen Jackson in the crowd took a step back slightly and protected everyone in front of him.

Come to think of it, it seems like it's still his fault. If he hadn't provoked Mo Wen and let him score 30 or 40 points step by step, the Warriors would definitely not have had such a hard time tonight.

It's just that it's too late to say this now.

Amid the cheers of the home fans, the Warriors players remained brave. Davis, who had come to his senses, began to pass the ball inside and outside reasonably, trying to narrow the score difference as much as possible and prepare for the decisive battle in the fourth quarter.

But Supersonic and Mo Wen did not stop.

After a fast break, Jackson, sensing something, chose to actively defend Ray Allen.

Mo Wen glanced at the fat man who stood up on the sidelines to block the public's view, and roughly knew his score.

He pointed to Jackson behind Ray Allen.

Ray Allen came up for a screen and then took Richardson straight to the corner.

Stephen Jackson, who was called, wanted to say that he was not afraid, but at this point in the game, his confidence on the defensive end was on the verge of collapse under Mo Wen's constant hitting.

It’s like the immune system of someone who stays up late. All it takes is a little flu to get the nurse’s attention.

The crotch approached again, but this time, Mo Wen did not distract his gaze, but looked straight into his eyes.

Jackson persisted for two seconds before looking away, while Mo Wen took the opportunity to eat it.

Yao Ming, who was returning to the basket, wanted to help Jackson save face, but Mo Wen "hesitated" after seeing Yao Ming's block. He didn't jump very high, but it was enough for him to make a pull-up throw.

On the sidelines, a group of yellow-skinned fans who belonged neither to the Warriors nor to the SuperSonics cheered loudly.

When I looked up again, Mo Wen’s close-up and [50] occupied both sides of the screen.

Mo Wen passed by Jackson, who didn't know where to stand, without saying any trash talk or looking at him.

After a brief celebration with his teammates, he came to the sidelines during the brief break and waved to O'Neal, who had been raising his hand for a long time.

"Here, the 50 points you asked for."

"Hey, I knew you could do it, Mr. Big 50 Points!" O'Neal laughed and gave another nickname.

Mr. 50? That doesn't sound good. At least 60 points are enough to pass.

Mo Wen glanced at the timer on the sidelines. It was enough.

Dayao looked at Mo Wen from afar, sighed, and walked forward to hug Jackson's shoulders.

"Stephen..."

"I told you, I'm fine. This is just a game. I'm fine, really."

"I mean, can we talk less next time?"

"..."

In the final quarter, the referee possessed by Master Qingtang responded to the poor acting of the first generation of bearded man. Francisco, who had only made two shuttle runs, broke the defense. He couldn't help but pointed at the referee's nose and cursed, and was simply pushed back to the player channel by Mo Wen and Old Hill.

The Warriors seemed to see hope again and persisted for another half quarter.

Yao Ming had a considerable advantage in the interior, and he played quite comfortably against Milicic who was afraid to take action, and Johan Petro, Tyson's substitute.

However, the Warriors' three-point and mid-range shooting percentages, which were quite good earlier, began to decline, and it was too difficult for Yao Ming to catch up by himself.

Under the threat of Mo Wen's 50 points in three quarters, the Warriors had to use the off-ball double-teaming method.

More Sonics players who were expending their energy on the defensive end did not waste these great opportunities.

Not only did he maintain the score difference, Mo Wen also used fast breaks and elevator tactics to steal another 6 points.

The gap was 15 points in half a quarter, and there was a rogue who scored 56 points and tried to continue cutting the meat.

Old Nelson also wanted to fight to the end, but the mental state of the Warriors players no longer allowed it.

2 minutes later, Mo Wen scored 60 points.

Amidst a mixture of boos and applause, the main players of both teams left the field.

But soon, the boos disappeared, and only applause remained, which became louder and louder.

Their guys tried their best, but their opponents were just too good.

"Another 60-point game. This is the value of the first unanimous MVP in history." McBreen began his routine chant in the commentary room.

"I remember when Mo Wen was a rookie, the Pistons played against the Pacers, and the Pacers didn't even score 60 points in the entire game. Now, four years later, Mo Wen can score points that the Pacers couldn't even get in an entire game."

"I believe this is not his limit. He is only 22 years old. Four years later, with four more years of experience, what level can Mo, who has entered the true peak of a player, achieve? I dare not think about it, and I can't imagine it."

(End of this chapter)