You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 130
"No one expected us to play Orlando until the fifth game. In the eyes of many experts, we should pack up and go home in the third game!"

Dumas made his speech.

Everyone laughed.

"It's a pity to let them down, because we have to move on, this is not our end, this is not the end of the story, this is the beginning of everything!"

"The road is under your feet, brothers!"

"123!"

"The next gram is the best!"

The Pistons players ran into the field together.

Houston was about to warm up for shooting, and Mo Mengchen saw that his left ankle was covered with a thick bandage.

"After playing this game, go for an inspection."

Mo Mengchen walked to his side and said softly.

"You know?" Houston was taken aback.

Mo Mengchen snorted: "You think you can hide it from me?"

Houston looked around to make sure that no one could hear their conversation, and then said, "Thank you for hiding it for me."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not hiding it for you. You are hurt. This is your privacy. You don't want others to know. This is also your decision. I have no right to interfere."

"As long as you don't regret it."

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball on the ground and walked to the sidelines to warm up.

"This round of the series can actually reach the fifth game, which greatly exceeded my expectations."

Wharton swore it was the tenth time Turin had said that tonight.

How much does he look down on the Pistons?
"Sometimes, we just have to accept that things are going in the opposite direction," Wharton said.

Hardaway silently shot three-pointers at the top of the arc, and they didn't expect to hit this point in the first round.

In the Magic's scheme of things, the Pistons are an easy opponent to beat.

Now that they are here, they don't feel nervous, because they know that as long as they play normally, the Pistons are not their opponents.

"Penny, don't give them any chance tonight." O'Neill said, walking up to him.

Hardaway nodded.

Afterwards, the starters from both sides played together.

The start of the fifth game has not changed much from the previous four games. The coaches of both sides are the kind of rigid coaches who don't like to be flexible, or don't know how to be flexible.

The opening jump balls of the previous four games were all won by the Magic, and of course there will be no surprises tonight.

"Snapped!"

O'Neal took a shot and the ball flew into Hardaway's hands.

When Hardaway passed halftime, he deliberately used his back to push Mo Mengchen, and then suddenly broke forward.

He fails and Hill switches to him.

At this time, Hardaway suddenly saw Horace Grant's cover and presented an opportunity. He made a one-handed pass directly to the basket without looking at people. Cobra dunked violently and scored the first goal of the night.

"It's a beautiful pass!"

"Mo, give me the ball!"

After they scored this goal, Hill kept a sullen face, left these words, and ran directly to the front field.

Also known as Jordan's successor, the duel between the two of them is bound to attract the attention of others, that's for sure.

Mo Mengchen specially called the pick-and-roll, which can not only wear down Hardaway's fighting spirit, but also face Hardaway head-on as Hill wished.

Hill vs. Hardaway, the two successors of Jordan who have always shown a refined image, made the audience shout loudly.

Devil Hill had a better start than Penny, driving past opponents and scoring a jumper from the free-throw line.

2 is better than 2
The biggest difference between Hardaway and Hill is that he will not be so angry that he wants to hit back just because Hill deliberately asked him to play back.

O'Neill worked hard like a beast, his body in the low position was like a big truck appearing in the parking lot, and the tonnage of one person occupied the position of two people.

His body completely submerged Terry Mills behind him. You know, this is O'Neal in the Magic period.

During the Lakers period, he was forty pounds fatter than he is now.

Even for the current O'Neal, his tonnage is beyond the reach of ordinary insiders. Hardaway has repeatedly made sure that no one is setting up an ambush next to the Sharks, so he can safely pass the ball.

As soon as the ball was in his hands, the end of Mills came.

It's too dangerous to let O'Neal get the ball in this position, because he can come to a threatening position with a burst, and Mills can't resist.

O'Neal yelled, and under Mills' desperate defense, he smashed an inhuman dunk on the top of his head.

"Beep!"

When the whistle sounded, Mills failed to guard O'Neal and paid a foul.

"Otis, your defense must keep up in time." Mo Mengchen said.

Thorpe nodded. After his nose was injured, his reaction was indeed a bit slower. How could it be like this before?
There is also bad news, that is, O'Neal's free throws tonight feel pretty good.

On his first free throw tonight, he made it.

5 is better than 2
Showing off his strong muscles, he stared at his opponent fiercely, let out a cold snort, and ran away.

"Does he think it's cool?" Houston said with a black face, "It's not cool at all."

Mo Mengchen just wanted to see how Houston felt. Hearing what he said, he directly raised three fingers on his right hand: No. 3 tactic.

This is Houston's tactic.After seeing this gesture, Houston focused on tactics, and the pain in his feet seemed to have eased a lot.

Perhaps because of greater concentration, he felt his ankle had recovered.

On the right three-point line, Houston waited for Mo Mengchen to fall to the top of the arc, and slowly walked towards the bottom line. His opponent Nick Anderson didn't know his intentions and could only follow him.

Suddenly, Anderson saw Thorpe pick and roll under the basket.

A clear and organized tactic appeared in his mind, using this screen to run to the left to catch the ball for a three-pointer, isn't that what it is?It must be so!

The more obvious things are, the easier it is to hide subtle mysteries.

Thorpe stood motionless as Houston charged, and Anderson was unsurprisingly excited because he saw his opponent's tactics.

The moment he squeezed past Thorpe, Houston turned around on the spot, made a detour, and retreated. Anderson turned pale with fright, and wanted to keep up, but Thorpe was completely caught up.

Damn cover!
Houston cut out of the three-point line and Mo Mengchen passed the ball.

Under the influence of Mo Mengchen, Houston likes three-pointers more and more. Sometimes, when there is an opportunity to shoot three-pointers, he tries his best to shoot three-pointers. A more risky, more rewarding three-pointer.

"Shh!"

5 is better than 5
"It's so easy, your defense is like parchment." Houston said with a smile.

O'Neill only thought that he was targeting himself, and was angry in his heart, so he wanted to fight back.

He ran upfield and pinned down Mills' body.

This time it was no longer a comfortable one-on-one, Thorpe came up to flank before his attack was launched, and the timing of this flank was just right.

O'Neal wants to pass the ball to Grant.

In order to make it easier for O'Neal to pass the ball, Grant ran over, which made it difficult to pass the ball. The closer the distance, the easier it is for Thorpe to interfere.

It was a feeling that Grant, who had never been flanked one-on-one, would never understand.

O'Neal barely passed the ball, and Thorpe waved him away.

Hill joined the battle for the ball. He grabbed the ball and threw it to Mo Mengchen from the outside.

Hardaway retreated quickly, and Mo Mengchen and Houston moved forward together, as if they were going to cooperate with each other.

Hardaway had no choice, he could only choose one defense, and he naturally chose Mo Mengchen.Seeing Hardaway defending within the three-point line, what he didn't expect was that Mo Mengchen stopped at the distance before the three-point line shortened. The distance between the two was one meter, and this space was enough for him.

Hardaway realized something was wrong and intervened, but it was too late.

"Shh!"

"8 to 5!"

"Dor.Mo told Orlando people with an unreasonable three-point counter: We are not good people!"

"If the Magic thought they could make it to the semifinals the way a lion kills a hyena, they were wrong!"

Hardaway thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect Mo Mengchen to shoot a three-pointer like this.

This cunning fellow will never let his opponent follow his train of thought.

But if you can attack, so can I, and I can do it better than you.

Hardaway began to have a sense of crisis. Their opponents are definitely not weak players who can be knocked down with one blow. If they were weak players, the series would not reach the fifth game.

Hardaway's counterattack was very fast, Mo Mengchen predicted his breakthrough, however, prediction alone is not enough.

The moment his body blocked the first breakthrough line, Hardaway crossed the ball with his crotch, his steps diverged, and he changed hands and changed directions, easily ending his defense.

It was like a whole set of surgery. Mo Mengchen could only defend against his first strike, but he was helpless after that. His lateral movement speed, physical talent, and athletic ability were not enough to resist the current Hardaway.

To block him, Mo Mengchen had to look to his teammates.

Mills has only two options: no matter, let Hardaway score; no matter, O'Neal will be out of control.

These are two bottles of poison.

He has no choice, the opponent's offensive threat is in front of him, and he must stand up to resist the opponent's offensive.

Hardaway's layup was affected by Mills, and the arc deviated, but it didn't matter. From the moment he burst in, they would definitely score the ball.

Either he made a layup directly, or—O'Neal's huge body occupied the entire basket after Mills threw it out to defend Hardaway. The ball in the basket, smashed down.

"Shaq is unstoppable!"

"Your defense is worse than parchment!" O'Neill returned the exact words.

No one can blame Mills, his defense just now was impeccable.

Mo Mengchen said to the people around him: "I need a good pick and roll."

"How nice?" Thorp asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It's so good that it can hold people firmly."

It is said that Thorpe really made such a pick-and-roll for him, and Hardaway couldn't break free.Mo Mengchen took advantage of the opportunity to break into it, and O'Neill also faced the same problem as Mills.

Let Mo Mengchen attack, or give up the defensive position to help defend.

A good center doesn't think about these things, they only pay attention to the immediate threat.

Therefore, O'Neal threw it out, and Mo Mengchen scored the ball to Mills at the moment the shark came out of the hole. The latter dunked and returned the color.

(End of this chapter)