You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 135 Time seems to have stopped at that moment

Two chapters in one
Ratliff was a mad dog in O'Neill's eyes.

Why did this mad dog suddenly lose control?He naturally remembered what Mo Mengchen said just now - "Remember what I said."

He easily associated Ratliff's foul with Mo Mengchen, it must have been instructed by this bastard.

Mo Mengchen was also a little wronged. He let Ratliff foul, but he didn't let him kill O'Neill.

"Shaq goes to the free throw line."

"Such a heavy foul was only given to one thug. The referee is too lenient."

Turin and Wharton complained about the referee's standards, while O'Neill continued to spout trash talk at Mo Mengchen.

"You bloody Aussie bug, I can't get enough of you!", "You think this trick can stump me? I'm Superboy!", "Only a sneaky Aussie can do that Use such indecent means!"

Although Ratliff's heavy foul was not in Mo Mengchen's plan, such a heavy foul must have a better effect than ordinary fouls.

O'Neal is shooting just 48.7 percent from the line this season, and with the help of this foul, he has a chance to drop below that number.

Oh, and he's shooting 57.3 percent from the field.

Missed two free throws!

The scene was full of boos, and Mo Mengchen took the pass from Ratliff and passed it to Houston in the frontcourt amidst the boos.

Houston dragged his injured foot to counterattack and scored.

"You can't guard against me with one foot!" Houston yelled.

57 is better than 69
"I'm really surprised that you guys used such means to limit Shaq, you are too scary!" Hardaway complained for Shaq, "Could it be that you can do anything to win?"

Mo Mengchen said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, Zebei Rongzhi."

Zebei Rongzhi?

What is he saying?
The way Hardaway expressed doubts was to sway Mo Mengchen's defense with a change of direction like a blade shredding paper. His activation was fatal at this moment.

This is also the reason why Ratliff was replaced. His defense ability is the strongest in the Pistons.

Under his interference, Hardaway swayed on the basket like a jackpot in four or two, and slowly rolled out.

Thorpe slapped the ball hard.

Mo Mengchen took the rebound.

At this time, Turin broadcast: "Dor.Mo just grabbed his tenth rebound tonight, and he achieved a triple-double!"

"It was his first triple-double in the playoffs."

A triple-double that cannot be won is worthless, Mo Mengchen hit the ball hard.

"Finally let me get my chance, you damn bastard, Shaq told me to educate you!" Nick Anderson haunted ahead.

You know, Mo Mengchen's ball control attribute is full.

I usually don't play those tricks, or do anything to end the ankle to protect myself.

It took him one season to make the entire league think his left hand was a weakness, and one season to make everyone think he was a decent ballhandler.

At this moment, it was so urgent that Mo Mengchen didn't care about his knees, he just wanted to rush to the frontcourt to fight this counterattack.

"OH NO!"

The fans at the scene called out.

So what happened on the scene?

Mo Mengchen and An Dongsen fought hand-to-hand, but they didn't even have physical contact. At the moment of confrontation, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball behind him like a pendulum. After an emergency stop, the pendulum changed direction. Anderson knelt down, and he continued to move forward.

Collins opened his mouth, Hill stared, Houston couldn't believe it, everyone was stunned.

Mo Mengchen dunks!
59 is better than 69
"The Magic request a timeout!"

"They have been chasing points continuously, and now they are only 10 points away."

"Dor.Mo, he stood up at the critical moment, this Australian is a born killer!"

When Mo Mengchen left the stage, Hill asked, "Are you crazy? Do you know that the pendulum is turning?"

"It's a lot of damage to the knees, I know." Mo Mengchen said, "It's like we all know that Burger King is not healthy, but if you like it very much, it doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while. If my luck is really bad to this point, because just now That change of direction resulted in an injury, and I accept my fate."

"I didn't care about these at the time." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill looked at him silently.

Isn't this what he always wanted Mo Mengchen to show?

Aggressive.

Now he knows, this guy is not without aggression, he just deliberately suppressed his aggression, because of the injury, because the game is not at the last moment, because the team is not hanging by a thread, because they have never met before. Such a crisis tonight.

At such moments, he can no longer rely on tactics and command to win games.

Collins first looked at Thorpe's foul count, four.

Ratliff had five fouls.

"Otis, you switch places with Theo."

Collins yelled: "Once Shaq gets the ball, foul him directly, don't worry!"

"Theo, I need you to stay on the field, your defense is very important to us!" Collins has no time to feel sorry for Mo Mengchen's decision-making, and now he can only use the method Mo Mengchen came up with to deal with O'Neill, constantly adjusting .

Ratliff absolutely cannot leave the court. His ability to protect the basket is irreplaceable for the current Pistons.

With him, the Pistons have the opportunity to strangle the Magic's internal and external stars at the same time.

O'Neal took the ball and called for a foul;

Hardaway made a breakthrough, and Ratliff served hot pot.

This is the way of the Pistons, and it is also the last way.

Pause ends
Mo Mengchen's attention was extremely concentrated. He saw the Magic's positioning map, and the previous games appeared in his mind-they played this tactic before, in the bottom corner.

Mo Mengchen walked to Houston and whispered a few words.

Houston nods.

The Magic were in great momentum, O'Neal and Grant all came to the high position to cover, Hardaway ran desperately, as if he was really preparing to attack with the ball.

Since they acted so seriously, Mo Mengchen naturally wanted to seriously accompany him in a show.

Hardaway distracted everyone, and finally got the ball, and Dennis Scott, who was ambushing in the bottom corner, took the opportunity to expand outward.

Letting Houston defend him is precisely for this moment. The Magic know that he is injured, and the success of the tactics will make them relax their vigilance. If the opponent is still the injured Houston, Scott's vigilance will disappear immediately. Therefore, When Hardaway passed the ball, he didn't expect that Houston would suddenly get stuck in the passing position and cut off his pass.

"what happened?"

The error meant the Magic's timeout was for nothing, and now they had to get back on defense.

Houston passed the ball to Hill, who was running at full speed.

Devil Mountain solo fast break.

"BOOM!"

61 is better than 69
"Attention, Orlando has not scored for nearly 4 minutes."

"With five minutes left in the game, they only have an eight-point advantage."

Hardaway's face lost the smile, their opponents caught up, now is not the time to smile.

Mo Mengchen was happy to see his opponent frowning, but the former was easier to deal with.

If he had to choose, he would choose Hardaway with a hippie smile.

"We underestimated you." Hardaway patted the ball and said seriously.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Then are you ready to become the first team member in history to achieve 60 wins but fail in the first round?"

"A broken halberd in the first round?"

Hardaway sneered, and when the attack time entered the last six seconds, he destroyed Mo Mengchen's defense like he was on a hot wheel.

What made Mo Mengchen most helpless was that he clearly knew how Hardaway was going to break through, but he couldn't keep up no matter what.

Hada feared Ratliff's help defense, stopped halfway through the burst, and jumped up to make a mid-range shot.

The shot felt bad, and he yelled for a rebound.

A quick reminder is not as good as a good prediction. Mo Mengchen made a good prediction, grabbed the rebound from the hands of a bunch of insiders, and focused his eyes on the front: "Catch it!"

Alan Houston has always followed what Mo Mengchen said: only attack, not defend.

It's good for him and good for the team.

Focusing on attacking, he doesn't have to think about defending. With his current situation, even if he wants to do a good job in defending, the effect is minimal. Instead of doing useless work, it is better to just give up.

That guy gave an undeniably correct advice.

When, though, has he given the wrong advice?

Although he didn't want to admit it, he really never missed it.

Houston looked at the ball in the air. He reached out to catch it. It was a good pass. He didn't know how Mo Mengchen controlled the pass line so well.

Unbiased, neither light nor heavy, he can stop to shoot, and he can also take a step to dunk.

At this moment, of course, only dunks can boost morale.

Houston gritted his teeth and jumped up to dunk.

63 is better than 69
Orlando Arena lost the cheering, and the fans fell silent.

This also made Turin's voice extra loud: "The Magic request a timeout again!"

"They haven't scored for four and a half minutes!"

Pause ends
Brian Hill arranged a serving tactic in a proper manner this time.

Not allowing the receiver to end directly, this also made their opponents unable to target. After Hardaway took the ball, he stood still and let everyone return to their positions. They had to play a good positional battle.

Going from a 16-point lead to a six-point lead was a roller-coaster experience rarely seen for them.

They are talented and strong. As long as the average team is led by 16 points, the game is basically over.

The tenacity of the Pistons surprised them and filled their hearts with a sense of crisis.

O'Neill was no longer obsessed with attacking in the low post. He bowed his waist and stepped forward to block Mo Mengchen suddenly.

Hardaway started off like a bomb, and in an instant he didn't get inside the three-point line. Ratliff returned to the basket. He forgot the number of fouls on him, and he just wanted to jump up and defend.

Hardaway is looking for him!

"Beep!"

When the whistle blew, Ratliff was ashen, and Collins kicked over the stool next to him.

After the whistle, Hardaway licked the ball from Ratliff's armpit with a smile on his face.

"Shh!"

"Who scored the score?"

The live DJ roared.

"Penny~~~~Hardaway~~!!!"

"Theo Ratliff fouled out and was replaced by Terry Mills."

"The only thing we need to know is that the Magic broke the scoring drought and the Pistons lost their inside barrier."

"Could this be the beginning of Detroit's meltdown?"

collapse?

Mo Mengchen let out a cold snort, and stood on the outside line waiting for Hadaway to punish him.

Pence made an extra penalty, 72 to 63.

About 20 seconds later, Mo Mengchen ran back, cut out of the bottom corner, and Hill passed the ball.

Anderson jumped out to defend. His block was slower than Mo Mengchen's shot. In the end, the ball flew high into the sky and passed through the basket under the eyes of everyone.

"Response from Dor.Mo! 66 to 72."

In the next few minutes, the Magic switched to Hardaway.

O'Neal, as arrogant as he is, is also willing to be a foil, because he knows that as long as he gets the ball, the opponent will definitely foul. Therefore, he focuses on pick-and-rolls and screens, and only relies on air cuts and second offenses to score.

Without Ratliff, the Pistons' restricted area is no longer capable of air defense, and neither Thorpe nor Mills can prevent him from scoring in the restricted area.

He scores, and his opponents score too.

Hardaway hit Mo Mengchen with a back attack and made a hook.

Ten seconds later, Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Mills.

O'Neal couldn't get out, and Mills hit a three-pointer.

69 is better than 74
The point difference further narrowed, and Hardaway called a pick-and-roll to break through to a jumper in the middle and then made a jumper.

The voices at the scene were louder and louder.

Mo Mengchen began to mobilize his teammates. At this moment, everyone in the Pistons gave themselves to him. They knew that this thin Australian with a strong heart would make the right decision.

"Shh!"

Houston hit a three-pointer.

Although the process is slow and the results are minimal, the Pistons are indeed slowly chasing points.

In the last 3 minutes, the score was 78 to 74, with a difference of 4 points.

In the last 2 minutes, the score was 82 to 79, with a difference of 3 points.

In the last minute, Penny made a shot and Mo Mengchen grabbed the long rebound to launch a fast break.Hardaway and Anderson came hand in hand.

He didn't look like he had the slightest chance of scoring.

Mo Mengchen jumped up and tried to attack—"Is he crazy?" Everyone thought so.

He throws himself up in the air with no center of gravity at all, he lands flat on his back, but that's how he avoids the block, and the ball goes around the fingertips of Anderson and Penny
Swish!
The coaching staff and teammates off the court could no longer describe how excited they were with words. Their faces turned red and they roared loudly.

81 is better than 83
Mo Mengchen stood up, without saying a word, just backed away.

This was supposed to be a game that was pocketed by the Magic early, but something happened, and their opponent suddenly revived, led by a seemingly innocuous person.

At this moment, all Magic fans remembered his face, his number, and his nickname.

The Chinese-Australian, No. 9 of the Pistons, Dor.Mo.

"The game enters the last minute!"

Hardaway didn't intend to delay time, he was slapping the ball, the rhythm was fast, the three-point line on the right was 45 degrees, he stopped, he pulled up, is he going to shoot?

"No, that's not right!"

Hardaway suddenly changed his gestures in the air, and the shot turned into a jump pass. His pass object was O'Neal standing under the basket.

"Oh no!"

Dark shadows enveloped the penalty area, and Mills couldn't stop it. What's more frightening is that O'Neal caused a foul after knocking him into the air, and after a successful dunk, the referee deemed it a valid goal!
O'Neal couldn't find his free throw touch tonight, and his teammates were ready for 2+0.

Hardaway raised his hand slowly, ready to foul Mo Mengchen at any time.

As a result, O'Neal scored the most critical free throw tonight.

The moment the ball was scored, the audience chanted MVP.

O'Neill clenched his thick fist and roared loudly, the Magic persuaded him to retreat and retreated at the same time.

With the last 47 seconds left in the game, 86 to 81, the Magic led by 5 points.

"Take the ball."

In desperation, Mills heard Mo Mengchen's voice.

"Mo, I'm sorry." Mills thought he didn't defend the ball well.

"Don't apologize until it's over, we haven't lost yet."

Mo Mengchen caught Mills' serve and quickly dribbled across half court.

"No matter what, basketball fans all over the world will remember this young man who is only 23 years old. His counterattack in the last moment, the way he led the team, and the trouble he caused the Magic will be remembered by many people. Heart," said Turin.

Wharton stared at the man who seemed to be shining with light, and said: "If you want to know how strong a person is, you have to look at his performance when he is in a desperate situation. Dor. Mo has proved that he is worthy of the praise of the outside world."

弧顶
Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and moved a little to the left and right. His teammates knew what it meant—a scalpel!

Hardaway defends seriously. He never wants to make any mistakes. They must win this game!

Everyone on the Pistons is moving.

This tactic of five people walking at the same time is very risky, because the more people move, the bigger the line of defense will be involved. If one person makes a mistake, the whole line will be wrong.

Mills' pick-and-roll is the key to this play.

Mo Mengchen went straight to the three-point line, Hardaway couldn't react to the pick-and-roll, and then, the Magic's defense was in chaos.

Hill turned around and blocked by Houston—Houston ran against this diagonal line, using Hill's body to run out of a wide space: "Mo!"

Mo Mengchen turned around and passed.

Houston made a three-pointer.

The ball flew straight into the sky, and everyone in the audience held their breath, waiting for it to return.

"Shh!"

"Alan Houston made the game-saving shot!"

"Will he be the savior of Detroit?"

"There are 32 seconds left in the game, 86 to 84, the opportunities are equal for both sides!"

The Magic called the last timeout tonight, and Houston endured the severe pain in his ankle, and ran to Mo Mengchen to give him a high-five.

"Defend! Defend! Next, we must defend well! We have chased here, we will not stop, we have to fight!"

Collins has no tactics to speak of, the only thing he can do now is to cheer up this group of amazing players.

At the end of the timeout, Mo Mengchen saw the murderous look on Hardaway's face.

Children who grew up watching Jordan games have a killer heart.

Although Hardaway is more like a magician than Jordan, he now hopes that he can make a final decision at a critical moment like Jordan.

I will not let you succeed.

After running continuously, Hardaway got the ball again.

The positions are completely separated. Compared with Mo Mengchen's meticulous planning and clear arrangement of each part, the magic's key attack is simple and rough.

Hardaway vs Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen couldn't prevent Hardaway, this is a conclusion that doesn't need to be proved.

In the last 30 seconds, the Pistons were 2 points away. If Mo Mengchen allowed Hardaway to score, it was likely to end the game.

This ball must be defended!
Even after playing so many games, he still doesn't know what kind of offense Hardaway likes to use because he has too many weapons in his arsenal.

Facing a guy who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, you have to accurately find his weakness, and you have to know what he wants to do.

You have to anticipate the enemy first.

He dribbles left-handed and has a normal dribbling rhythm, so this is not a breakthrough.

Mo Mengchen's brain was working fast - there was no running behind, the space was completely torn apart, no tactics, no passing, he had to solve the problem alone.

am I wrong?He doesn't break through?
no no.
Hardaway didn't know what Mo Mengchen was thinking, all he knew was that he had to score this goal. He had scored on Mo Mengchen countless times, and this time there would be no surprises.

"Mo, prepare to drink and fail!"

At this moment, Mo Mengchen had a prediction in his heart. He didn't know if he was right. If he was wrong, the defense would collapse completely. If he happened to be right, he might not be able to stop Hardaway.

There's a 50 percent chance he'll be right, and even if he's right, there's only a 50 percent chance he'll be guarding Hardaway.

I can't take care of that much anymore!

In front of Mo Mengchen, Hardaway, like a cat jumping out of the jungle, made a quick change to the left to open up space, and then received the ball.
Penny is determined to win, he has played the best rhythm, as long as he holds the ball up, he is 100% sure to kill the game.

It's just that the basketball didn't reach the top of his head as he wished. Before he lifted the ball, Mo Mengchen used his hands as a knife and slashed down from the side at the risk of fouling.

"NO! You can't do this to us!"

Some fans shouted.

"Dor.Mo steals~~~!"

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball on the ground and looked towards the basket in front of him. He tried his best. He had never shown such speed in front of his teammates. Although it cannot be said that he is very fast, but for Mo Mengchen, this is really It's extremely fast.

Especially in the last few seconds of the game, he can still have such a speed, how rare!
He has given it all!

"Mo~~!!"

Howling, Hardaway rushed forward from behind, and exploded down before Mo Mengchen finished the equalizing layup.

"That's a foul!"

Collins, out of control, yelled at the referee.

The referee was indifferent, Mo Mengchen was blocked out of bounds for a layup, and it was still the ball from the Pistons. With only 5 seconds left in the game, Collins requested a timeout.

hateful!

Mo Mengchen stood up slowly.

Hardaway said coldly: "Even if I kill you, the referee will not call a foul."

"I know," Mo Mengchen glanced at him, "I just need to confirm again."

Being caught up by Hardaway, blocked by him, and blocked by him with a completely foul action, all of this was expected by Mo Mengchen, because his speed is not enough to complete an overtaking counterattack, what he wants is Hardaway fouled, and he wanted to hit the ball in after the opponent fouled.

I just didn't expect the referee to be really indifferent.

The referee's reaction affected his shot, and he couldn't make it up.

With 5 seconds left in the game, they trailed by 2 points.

"Play the scalpel tactic." Joe Lynch suggested.

Collins shook his head and said: "No, there is not enough time. If you use the scalpel tactic, the pressure will be very high in the end because there is not enough time!"

"We only have 5 seconds!"

Collins yelled: "Mo, hit a scorpion tail here, Alan, I need you to end this fight!"

Houston loudly said yes.

As soon as the timeout ended, Mo Mengchen entered the field.

The best 5 seconds, the audience stood up.

Mills' screen allowed Mo Mengchen to get the ball.

5 seconds,
Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball at the top of the arc, followed by a pick-and-roll, and Houston quietly followed.

4 seconds,
The entire Magic team thought that the Pistons wanted to tie the score, but only one person saw the way.

3 seconds,
Mo Mengchen broke through with his right hand and tore through Hardaway's defense. Almost instantly, Hill and Mills made a double screen for Houston.

Houston stopped and ran back to the top of the arc. If his ankle was not injured, he could run faster. At this moment, Mo Mengchen sent the ball.However, also behind Houston, a white figure that was faster than him knocked him away from behind.

Houston lost the ability to think, his mind went blank.

"It's Nick Anderson!"

The Orlando arena's voice rose to the top, and at the last second, Anderson intercepted Mo Mengchen's pass, and he tossed the ball high.

"An amazing steal, from that amazing man!"

During the period when the ball continued to climb, the game time came to an end.

Houston was knocked to the ground;
Hill panted;

Mo Mengchen remained silent;
The magic team rejoiced;
The audience celebrated the victory together, only the Pistons, they stayed where they were, whether it was off the court or on the court, they just remained motionless, as if their time was still before the end of the game.

ps: I think this is the result that everyone has expected.

(End of this chapter)