You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 207 Glory
Kobe played 3 minutes, made 4 of 1 shots, and scored 2 points. It can be said that he dared to fight hard, but he did not fight at the right time.

他在场的3分钟，双方的分差从71比71变成了80比75。

The Lakers switched back to Eddie Jones, who was in a brave state, but he didn't know if Jones sat out his brave state during the time he was sitting off the court.

This is the second time Kobe played against the Pistons on behalf of the Lakers, and his performance was not good.

Last time at home, he came off the bench and scored 8 points, which is a good performance.

Now, his 3 minutes may affect the final result. After Jones played, the Lakers also want to confirm whether his state is still the same.

Jones, with a breakthrough from beyond the three-point line, proved that his good form will continue until the end of the game.

77 is better than 80
"Good job!"

O'Neal yelled, and half a minute later, Mo Mengchen broke through to the basket, and the shark opened his bloody mouth and blasted his layup out of bounds.

"Do you think I'm going to let you layup?" the shark growled.

This block didn't change anything. Mo Mengchen went out of bounds to serve, and Hill singled out with the ball and scored a jumper against the defense.

82 is better than 77
The Pistons' response was no slouch, and at the critical moment, the game became a stage for stars.

Personal heroism is America's favorite storyline no matter how long it has passed, and in the NBA it is far more necessary than sound tactics.

Even Mo Mengchen admits that sometimes heads-up is more than tactics.

The two sides are attacking against each other, but they can't defend their opponents.

With 7 minutes left in the fourth quarter, it was 84 to 79.

O'Neal hit Ratliff's fourth foul of the night with a dunk.

It's so fast that people can't recover.

With 6 minutes left in the game, the score was 87-84.

The atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, Hirganba missed a jumper, O'Neal got the rebound, his eyes were extremely cold, and this is the time for him to show off his power.

Only 3 points away, as long as you score a goal, or score 2+1, you will have a chance to tie the score in the next round.

The opportunity is right in front of him, and the shark is determined to do it.

Even if the game ends now, O'Neal's statistics are shocking enough. So far, he has scored 32 points, 20 rebounds and 4 blocks.

This data is enough to demonstrate his dominance, and he is obviously not satisfied with the current data.

The data must be obtained, the game must be won, and children only do multiple-choice questions.

O'Neal's body is like a shackle that traps Ratliff, and the latter can't resist. Compared with the big shark, his body is like a power forward.

But this fat man who is taller, fatter and more athletic than him is now fighting a power battle with him.

Ratliff's power fight was completely defeated by the sharks.

The big shark roared and was about to swallow Ratliff alive. At this moment, Mo Mengchen, who was supposed to be facing Fisher, quickly retreated to a low position, raised his hand, and aimed at O'Neill's right arm, as if to Break his palm and take a heavy shot.

He didn't care about the foul or not. There was a loud noise, the referee whistled, and O'Neill dropped the ball in pain, screaming.

O'Neill was so angry that he wanted to kill Mo Mengchen.His eyes were like those of a hunter, staring at Mo Mengchen like a corpse.

Perhaps worried that the foul was not strong enough, Mo Mengchen approached O'Neill: "You can't win without pennies."

O'Neill's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was really going to kill Mo Mengchen, and he took a step forward. Seeing that something was wrong, Barkley immediately stepped up to block Mo Mengchen.

Shark tried his best to maintain his sanity, and cursed: "Stupid Australian stinker, I must make you lick this sentence back!"

Mo Mengchen sneered and said, "Let's talk about winning first."

Mo Mengchen's foul, coupled with a series of trash talk stimulation, O'Neal made two free throws, Ratliff took off the rebound, and was about to give Mo Mengchen a quick counterattack, Campbell stopped them with a foul nearby.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the timer and the score.

With less than 6 minutes left, it was 87 to 84.

It should be said that this is still a game in which the outcome is unknown. There is still a lot of time, and the point difference is not too big. The opportunities are equal for the two teams. It is very likely that the game will not be scored until the last second. Win or lose.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to fight to the last second with a team that had the strongest player in service. This would be a suffocating test for anyone.

Some people want to say that O'Neal is not the strongest in active service?
Let's put it this way, just like Chamberlain who averaged 50 points per game, Jordan who won a lot of honors in 89, and James in the 09 season. strong player.

This is also the case with O'Neal. Although Jordan is No.1 in the league, the player who has the greatest impact on the game is undoubtedly O'Neal.

In addition, Eddie Jones' state is also very hot.

Fighting to the last second with such a Lakers, the chances of winning are not great.

Therefore, within 3 minutes, the game will be decided.

Mo Mengchen called a pick-and-roll, Ratliff and Barkley pulled out at the same time, O'Neill and Campbell were faced with a dilemma.If they come out, the restricted area will be undefended; if they don't come out, the range of these two will be farther than the other, and they can't be released at all.

Every point is crucial right now, and they dare not take the risk of releasing a large open space. Therefore, the two giants were pulled out at the same time.

At this moment, Hill received instructions from Mo Mengchen. At the moment when O'Neill and Campbell pulled out at the same time, he ran to the basket like a flying devil, jumped directly outside the paint area, caught the ball from Mo Mengchen, and pressed Watching the old Byron Scott dunk and score.

"Grant ignores the defense and dunks!"

"He hit a three!"

"Poor Byron Scott!"

"Old soldiers don't die, they're just often detained~~~"

Scott raised his hand helplessly. This veteran of the "Show Moment" era has now reached the last year of his career. His task is to teach and show the young, bragging about the greatness of the year.

He has excellent experience and strong consciousness, but his legs and feet are no longer comparable to his young self.

Before Hill made the free throw, Mo Mengchen went to Ratliff and Barkley and said, "Let Shaq get the ball. Once he starts to attack, don't hesitate to hit him with all your strength."

"Don't worry about fouls, we just want him to make free throws!"

At the critical moment, Mo Mengchen resorted to the tactic of hacking sharks.

Especially now, O'Neal is aggressive, trying to take the ball and destroy the Pistons every moment.At this moment, he didn't have Penny to come out to help him calm down. He only believed in himself, and Harris couldn't restrain him.

The Pistons' defense is incomprehensible. O'Neal is so dangerous, they actually let him ask for the ball in the low post, do not block the passing line, and even the people who are playing against him give up on themselves and don't know how to struggle.

Are they crazy?
Fisher just thought his opponent was crazy and raised his hand to send the basketball.

O'Neill yelled, knocked Ratliff away, and was about to make a shot when Barkley rushed up and hit him hard with his right hand.

"Snapped!"

Everyone in the halftime heard a crisp sound.

It was the sound of palms hitting flesh.

"You mean and shameless bastards!!" O'Neill roared, "You have the kind of one-on-one with me, son of a bitch!"

Barkley whistled and raised his hand, thinking it was a good touch.

It only took a second for him to fall in love with this feeling, and when he thought that he still had four fouls to use, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hmmmm~"

The fat man laughed.

O'Neal made one of two free throws.

84 is better than 90
The point gap increased little by little, and Mo Mengchen didn't intend to stop. He dribbled the ball across half court, seeing that the Lakers' defense had been set up, he paused, grabbed the ball and swung it to the right.

Houston cut out a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

"Alan Houston's killer [-]-pointer!"

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, these guys are awesome!"

Houston clenched its fists, 93 to 84.

But in the blink of an eye, the point difference has reached 9 points.

There is 4 minute left in the game.

O'Neill began to feel less confident. He was worried about his opponent's foul, and he was not as decisive as before. Ratliff actually had room to resist, so he wasted a lot of energy by dawdling.

Fisher wants to pass the ball, but O'Neal's current position is really terrible. Even if he passes it, how can he play?It is also possible to be crushed to death by the opponent.

No, you have to pass it on to someone else.

Fisher sees Jones running and prepares to pass.

For an instant, I couldn't tell what it was like. As soon as Fisher picked up the ball, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, because his ball was safe-he thought it was safe. Safety.

It is precisely because the ball is very insecure that he feels this way.

Mo Mengchen's steal does not rely on strength and confrontation, but entirely on prediction.

Fisher's intention to pass the ball was too obvious. This time, he dared to separate his palms in front of Xiaoyu and cut off his ball halfway.

"No~~~!"

Fisher roared, and Mo Mengchen rode away with the wind.

"Dor.Mo caught up with the ball!"

"He successfully tackled Derek Fisher!"

"1 against 0 in the frontcourt!"

"NO! He stopped outside the three-point line!"

Mo Mengchen stopped at the three-point line, pulled it up, and his honed shooting skills gave him the best feeling at this moment. His fingers rippling, and with a flick, the basketball flew out of his palm.

Mo Mengchen landed first, and he turned sideways to the audience, facing the distinguished guests such as Davidson sitting in the front court, and pointed the ball between his eyebrows like a pistol.

Please witness.

"Shh!"

"Please witness! Dor.Mo's chasing three-pointer widened the point difference to 12 points! The Lakers requested a timeout!"

The Palace of Auburn Hills, where the mountains roared and the tsunami, heralded a lot, and the Lakers' flagging morale also showed a lot.

Ephraim was fully integrated into this atmosphere, and together with the audience, fell into the glory of that man and couldn't extricate himself.

"Dor. Mo!"

"Dor. Mo!!"

Dor. Mo! ! !

(End of this chapter)