You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 205

Ben Wallace got his fourth foul and sent O'Neal to the free throw line.

Because the speed-up effect was obvious when Big Ben was on the court, Collins did not want to replace him. Seeing that he quickly received his fourth foul, he sounded a reminder on the spot.

O'Neal before the free throw.

"Just foul it, remember, he's not shooting as much from the free throw line as he is from the field, and that's the only way you can stop him."

Mo Mengchen always carried a kind of absolute prestige, Wallace wanted to stay on the court, but as long as he continued to play like this, he would be replaced soon.

Although Yu was unwilling, there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him: Don't complain, just do what you want.

Therefore, he ignored Collins' call.

Continue to follow Mo Mengchen's instructions.

1 minute later.

The referee blew his whistle, and Wallace raised his hand blankly.

Collins' face was livid, how familiar was it?Out of control again, the person who disobeyed him was not Mo Mengchen, but Ben Wallace!

He didn't replace Wallace, he wanted to see what the rookie could do.

With 4 minutes left in the first half, Wallace made a rough foul on O'Neill and graduated with a full foul.

His three consecutive fouls sent O'Neal six free throws, which only hit two goals.

From a defensive point of view, Wallace's foul on O'Neal was a successful defense.

The rhythm of the game during this period was dragged to fragments, but the Pistons also took advantage of O'Neal's inability to grasp the opportunity of free throws to equalize the score.

51 is better than 51
This is the score with Wallace off the field.

"Well done, I didn't even make a mistake."

Before Wallace left the field, Mo Mengchen patted him.

Wallace gave him an ugly wry smile back.

The rhythm of the Lakers was interrupted, O'Neal's offensive was contained, and the game fell into a tug-of-war between the two sides.

At halftime, 58 to 57, the Lakers led by only 1 point.

"Joseph, it seems that your guess is wrong. You said that the Lakers can win any type of game. Are they not even tied now?" Little Dura was extremely confident, "The Pistons will definitely defend the home court!"

Solon smiled lightly: "If you can't see the advantage of the Lakers after halftime, then I can only say that you are not suitable for watching football. You should go home and watch "Tom and Jerry". I guess you can watch it with your IQ." Understand."

"Just keep your mouth shut. When the Lakers lose, I'll see what else you can say!" Little Doula snorted.

Ephraim is there too, and she's alone tonight.

Because NBA games are played at 09:30 in the evening, and it is past twelve o'clock after the game, it is impossible for Adrian to come to watch the game often.

She is not in the mood recently, just like the first half of this game.

The Pistons were overwhelmed by the Lakers, and they also relied on boring shark-slashing tactics to get back the score.

How ugly would the game get if this strategy continued throughout the court?

Ephraim's mood became more and more depressed.

Changing room

Collins was furious: "Ben, if you don't want to play, you should tell me directly instead of fouling randomly on the court!"

"Don't you know we need you?" Collins yelled, "Tell me, what are you fouling for!?"

Wallace remained silent.

"Don't you have anything to say?" asked Collins.

"Coach, those few fouls objectively helped us block Shaq."

It was not Mo Mengchen who helped Wallace, but Hill, whom no one expected.

Collins turned his head and looked fiercely: "What?"

"The situation on the court is obvious. We can't stop Shaq, and the interior lacks height. Fouling is the only way."

Hill said slowly, "Ben did everything he could. He did his best."

"6 free throws, Shaq only scored 2, Ben is not even our starting insider, this kind of deal is worth it, right?"

Barkley couldn't stand it anymore, and offered to help.

"Doug, I think we should hurry up and plan for the second half."

Mark Jones steps up to be the good guy.

Collins was getting more and more angry.

At first, it was Mo Mengchen and Jones who were against him, but gradually, it seemed that everyone was against him.

He didn't feel in control of the team.

Mo Mengchen felt that it was almost done. If Collins was pushed too far, it might be counterproductive.

"Coach, we just want to win."

Mo Mengchen opened his mouth and changed the atmosphere in the locker room: "It was my idea to make Ben foul Shaq consecutively. We were very passive at the time, and there was no absolute height on the court. We could only stop him in this way, so we violated your instructions. ,I apologize."

After all, he also gave Wallace a look.

Wallace quickly said: "I also apologize."

Jones had a strange expression on his face. He thought this was a good opportunity to severely damage Collins' prestige. Why did the atmosphere suddenly change?

How did it become a script of living in harmony and understanding each other in the blink of an eye?

Collins' face softened, Mo Mengchen not only explained the reason, but also expressed apology, giving him enough face.

"No need to apologize, we all want to win."

That was the end of the matter, and Collins spent a few minutes laying out a rough strategy for the second half.

The starting insiders in the second half were Barkley and Ratliff.

The tallest Ratliff is only 208 centimeters, which is still not high enough, but compared to the two-meter inside partner in the first half, this height is very impressive.

In the second half, when Mo Mengchen saw the Lakers let Van Exel return to the court, he remembered the elbow the opponent gave him in the first half.

Nor had he forgotten what he had said to Van Exel.

"You're finally here." Mo Mengchen said, "You not only lowered the appearance and IQ of the Lakers, but also lowered my patience with idiots like you."

Van Exel was repeatedly warned by his teammates not to conflict with Mo Mengchen before playing.

Looking at it now, this matter is beyond his control at all.

Mo Mengchen won't easily get over the elbow in the first half.

The Lakers serve.

Van Exel dribbled the ball carefully across the half, Harris had told him at half-time, and began the second half by passing the ball directly to O'Neal, allowing him to start the attack.

With the intention of passing the ball, Van Exel came to Mo Mengchen.

When he saw Mo Mengchen's face, it was like looking at a demon.

The demon was full of malice for him - coming!
Van Exel didn't expect Mo Mengchen to be so direct, he didn't hide his revenge at all, and gave him an aboveboard elbow in front of the audience.

This elbow happened at the moment of stealing, the referee can see clearly at close range, and the audience can also see his action through the playback.

Crazy Fan was knocked down with an elbow.

"Beep!"

The referee called Mo Mengchen for a foul.

"I still have four fouls to use." Mo Mengchen threw the ball aside and looked down at Van Exel, "If you attack me openly, I will attack you openly. As I said, I will pay you back three times. That is, two more times."

He's stating an impending event, and it's definitely not a joke.

Van Exel clenched his fists and stood up angrily.

His teammates reached out and grabbed him.

O'Neal entrenched in the low post, reaching out for the ball.

Van Exel had to consider the influence of the sharks even if he wanted to single-handedly play against Mo Mengchen.His position is about to be reached, if he does not pass, his efforts will be in vain.

After much deliberation, Madman Fan still passed the ball.

"It turns out that you are the one who doesn't have the ball. How pitiful." Mo Mengchen whispered.

With a yelp, O'Neill sliced ​​through Ratliff's line of defense, ready to storm over his head.

Barkley rushed back, wanting to help defend.

"boom!"

With a bang, O'Neal scored the ball again.

unstoppable.

No matter what the Pistons do, O'Neal is an unresolved point.

However, Ratliff was not expected to guard O'Neal when he was put on the field.

Ratliff's real value is his increasingly composed shooting ability.

During training every day, Mo Mengchen always whispered in his ear: "Your defense can make you a lot of money, but if you learn to shoot while maintaining defense, your value will double."

Therefore, Ratliff's daily training content is basically: confrontation, weight room, shooting.

"Shh!"

"Theo Ratliff's seven-foot jumper!"

Microwaves blared through the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Although O'Neal's offense has no solution.But he has nothing to do with the pick-and-roll.

As soon as Ratliff came up, the Pistons' routines became more flexible.

Surrounding the fact that O'Neal can't break the pick-and-roll, the continuous changes in moves.

Ratliff made two consecutive jumpers, forcing O'Neal to pull out to defend.

The tiger came out of the hole, and the rest of the Pistons immediately set fire to the Lakers' penalty area.

Running back and forth tires even a monster like O'Neal, whose unrivaled post-up offense slowly wears off.

The Pistons took advantage of O'Neal's weak offense and once extended their lead to seven points.

However, the Lakers are not the only ones who can attack O'Neal.

After a timeout, Van Exel and Eddie Jones were authorized to flex their muscles.

O'Neal also knows that he is out of form and needs to adjust, so he is willing to give up the ball and do some simple auxiliary work.

Jones' offense with the ball, Van Exel's impact, and the combined offensive of the two allowed the Lakers to hit a 6-0 spurt.

At this moment, when Mo Mengchen was fighting, he elbowed Van Exel abruptly.

Called a foul again.

Van Exel lost his mind, got up and pushed Mo Mengchen to the ground.

Jones ran up quickly with sharp eyes and hands, and pulled him back.

"I'm going to kill this bastard!" Crazy Fan roared.

The referee stood between them, separated the two, and announced the result.

Van Exel and Mo Mengchen each got a t.

Van Exel stacked two t's and was expelled.

The boos at the scene almost lifted the roof off.

The extremely angry Van Exel threw his jersey to the ground heavily, cursed constantly, and left the field accompanied by the staff.

Someone screamed, someone booed, someone filmed the scene, and Van Exel just dropped out of the game.

　Mo Mengchen asked himself: I am so easy to get along with, why do these people always force me to do bad things?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)