You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 204 Do you think we need you to help us win?

"Mo, bring the rhythm up!" Collins called out tentatively.

What the hell is this guy suspicious of?Can he command well?
Mo Mengchen looked at Collins impatiently, and said, "Coach, let Theo come up and replace Ben, he can't stop Shaq."

"I will consider your proposal." Collins held the head coach's score, and did not immediately adopt Mo Mengchen's suggestion.

Damn old CP!

Barkley scored and added a penalty, and the score became 39 to 44.

O'Neal replaced Campbell and yelled at Barkley: "Charles, I expect you to hit me on the back!"

"You think I don't dare?" Barkley snarled back.

O'Neal wanted to come up and overturn the low post of the Pistons. What he didn't expect was that Eddie Jones, who had always been taciturn, took the ball and made him leave the basket.

Believe me!
Jones conveyed the message to his teammates with his looks and gestures.

O'Neal remembered his previous scoring streak and knew he had found the feeling, so he took the initiative to avoid it.

Mo Mengchen also wanted to see if Hill could guard him.

Hill is the best point of the Pistons' perimeter defense. If even he can't limit Jones, this game will be difficult to play.

Just like playing the Magic last season, neither Hardaway nor O'Neal can restrict either of them, but to win the game, one of them must be restricted.

Jones' strength is naturally inferior to Hardaway's. As long as a scorer like him finds the touch, he can't defend if he wants to.

Jones swayed past the center of gravity of Devil Mountain with a change of direction, caught Hill's half-second loss, made a jumper from the left side of the free throw line, and came out of the basket.

"pass it to me!"

The shark roared, grabbed the rebound, sat down on Big Ben, who was only a rookie, and dunked furiously at the basket.

"Who the hell can stop me?" O'Neill roared.

Mo Mengchen said to Barkley: "You can't let Ben face Shaq alone."

Barkley said: "If I go to help defend, what will that guy do." He refers to his opponent Sean Lukes.

"We can't take care of that much now, we have to deal with the biggest threats first."

If it can be solved.

Mo Mengchen is very pessimistic. With Barkley's defense, even if he plays with Wallace, the defensive effect on O'Neal is limited.

But, what else can I do?
This is the only thing they can do. If O'Neal is not restricted, this game cannot be won at all.

Fisher's expression was tense. He was extremely nervous when facing Mo Mengchen. Van Exel had been cursing Mo Mengchen for more than ten minutes without stopping.

He was afraid and worried about this opponent, and Kobe told him to let go and just do it, but this is not an ordinary person.

According to the rumors, Mo Mengchen was the kind of ruthless person who would beat up his opponent once he was unhappy.

Mo Mengchen didn't care what Fisher thought of him, it didn't matter, he patted the ball and called for a pick-and-roll.

Wallace didn't make a shot, O'Neal couldn't get out of the basket, and Mo Mengchen dribbled through Fisher's defense and penetrated the Lakers' defense.

The big shark glared at Mo Mengchen, he thought that the opponent wanted to challenge his defense.

"You're courting death, Aussie!"

With a loud shout, O'Neill wanted to intercept Mo Mengchen's ball.

However, Mo Mengchen looked at O'Neill, and the hand holding the ball actually swung a pass behind him.

The big shark's pupils shrunk, and he saw Wallace receive the pass, shouted, jumped up forcefully, hit him in the air, and scored a dunk with momentum.

The young Big Ben still doesn’t know that he will face the Sharks on the big stage many times in the future. The last time the team played against the Lakers in Los Angeles, he didn’t have a chance to play. Tonight is his first time on the same stage with O’Neal Competitive, this goal made his confidence skyrocket.

"You should let this idiot know how good you are!" Barkley pushed him hard.

O'Neal didn't want to say anything. He stared coldly at the frontcourt and said to Fisher, "Pass the ball to me."

Jones originally wanted to continue playing singles, but seeing this scene, the impulse in his heart disappeared.

Just now the whole team opened up space for him, but he didn't make a shot, so he lost the right to control the ball because O'Neal was still on the court.

At this time, the tallest person on the Pistons field is Hill, but it is impossible for him to defend O'Neal.

Wallace is 201 centimeters, and Barkley is 198 centimeters. The compromise between the two is less than two meters. How can such a combination resist O'Neill?

The hell knows.

Mo Mengchen knew something bad was going to happen when he saw O'Neal taking the ball in the low post, until Barkley's double-teaming, the big shark knocked over Big Ben in a rage, and once again staged a psychologically disturbing dunk at the basket. The city fell silent.

"I'm going to fuck you sons of a bitch and lick my ass well!"

The shark roared.

48 is better than 41
"Just one question right now, when is Doug Collins going to make the switch? He's not really going to have these two keep fighting Shaq?"

"Who knows, if it were me, I would replace Prester or Theo. They may not have enough offensive ability, but they can be used on the defensive end. Now what the Pistons need is not offense, but height and defense inside."

No one knows how long Collins wants to stick with this lineup.

Why did he use this lineup?Why are you so stubborn?Because this lineup is short and fast, if he doesn't make substitutions, Mo Mengchen has to pick up the tempo.

This is his purpose, and it is also his resistance as the head coach. He will never allow Mo Mengchen to challenge him on the court again and again.

"Mo, we need a big man." Hill said to Mo Mengchen.

What do you need to say?
Mo Mengchen rolled his eyes, and said while pushing forward: "It's a pity that our head coach is not you, mom."

"This is not the time to joke around." Hill said seriously.

Before Mo Mengchen parted ways with him, he said: "You can't influence the coach's decision whether you are joking or not. The power to make substitutions belongs to him. It is meaningless for us to discuss this matter here."

Collins didn't change other insiders. Mo Mengchen could only speed up the rhythm according to his intentions, not only the offensive rhythm, but also the defensive rhythm. For this reason, he and Hill took turns sprinting to disrupt the Lakers' defense.

In order to rotate in front of everyone, the Lakers need a lot of defensive rotation, if there is a turnover, it is the Pistons' opportunity.

The two commanders broke through consecutively, Mo Mengchen broke through and scored the ball, Hill ran out of the three-point line, holding the ball to further tear open the space, Reid took the opportunity to run out of the neutral.

Devil's Mountain points ball,
The moment Mo Mengchen got the ball, he pretended to shoot and attracted the Lakers' defense.

The moment their defense approached Mo Mengchen, Mo Mengchen hit the ground with both hands and passed to Reed, who cut to the basket and scored a layup in the dead corner of O'Neal's defense.

43 is better than 48
"That's it!" roared Collins. "That's it!"

Playing like this, the Lakers are tired, and the Pistons are also tired.

Playing this complex routine has a higher chance of making mistakes and a lower fault tolerance rate. The Lakers' offense in each round is very clear, with O'Neal as the core.

They don't need to go too deep because the whole world knows just give O'Neal the ball and he'll fix everything.

Sometimes, a strong position heads-up is more reliable than any tactic.

O'Neal took the ball and was about to devour the opponent again. Hill retracted to the inside and double-teamed with Barkley.

The big shark can't stand up.

The height advantage is there, he grabbed the rebound with one hand, jumped up again with strength, trying to end the attack with all his might.

"Snapped!"

Another cut to the rim, and O'Neal slashed at him before he blew up.

"Dor. Mo!"

Mo Mengchen cut O'Neill's ball, and his eyes swept to Reid at the far end. This guy is really good at counterattacking quickly, and his sense of smell is extremely keen.

Fisher tries to block the passing lanes, but—"Mo's pass is like a ship across the ocean, delivering the shells in place, Don Reid's show moment!"

Reid yelled and scored a dunk.

"nice shot!"

The Pistons off the court got up and threw out the towel.

In order to guard O'Neal, the Pistons used four people.

It looks soul-stirring, but in fact, as long as O'Neill reacts and passes the ball, this routine will be blown up.

Mo Mengchen also knew that this was not a long-term solution. There were no more than two people in double-teaming. Like this round, when four people played together, there were not many times when O'Neal was still holding on to not pass the ball.

O'Neal looked at Mo Mengchen for a few seconds, and then said, "You won't be so lucky next time."

"Luck is for the prepared, Shaq."

Mo Mengchen was full of worries, but he didn't admit defeat.

The score also caught up to 45 to 48, only 3 points away.

"It's right to speed up the pace, these guys are geniuses!" Gentry praised Collins again, "Doug, they will understand you sooner or later!"

Collins nods, hopefully.

Frouse sat on the sidelines and watched carefully. Although the score has caught up, this is already the limit, and the Lakers will not make consecutive mistakes.

Being able to reach this point with such a weak lineup is due to the concerted efforts of the five Pistons on the field, the proper decision-making of Mo Mengchen and Hill, and their desperate defense at the expense of physical strength-the result of this is only to close the point difference. Narrowed down to 3 points.

It's only the first half.

What good results can be achieved by drinking poison to quench thirst like this?

"boom!"

O'Neill dunked Wallace for the third time tonight. This time, he not only dunked him, but also caused Big Ben's third personal foul.

There is no substitution prompt.

Wallace stood up. It should be said that he should be happy that Collins reused him so much.

But now he can't be happy, because he knows that he can't prevent O'Neill at all.

"What?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It seems that our coach does not intend to change his mind."

"So?" Barkley asked.

"Don't defend." Mo Mengchen said to Wallace, "Ben, listen to me, we won't give you any help. You need to defend Shaq by yourself. When necessary, you will foul. You must Stop him from taking shots, don't give him a chance to hit a three-pointer."

"But... I've committed three crimes already."

Mo Mengchen was mean, and asked without hesitation: "Do you think we need you to stay on the court to help us win?"

After saying that, Mo Mengchen walked away.

Hill patted Wallace: "Don't mind, he's just like this."

Wallace was blown out of balance by Mo Mengchen, and he stood dejectedly on the side of the free throw line, waiting for O'Neal to make a free throw.

(End of this chapter)