You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 261 Thunderbolt Vs Thunderbolt

"Stand there and don't move!"

Mo Mengchen yelled at Curry.

Obviously there was only air in that position, but Curry still carried out the order.

He knew that Mo Mengchen had discovered the opponent's tactics, and he just had to execute it, because this man would not have issued this order if he was not 100% sure.

In fact, this is not the first tactic of the Eagles.

Mo Mengchen also saw that this was not the Eagles' first tactic, it was their reserve tactic, what could be done to force them to activate the reserve tactic?To put it simply and roughly, it is the first tactic to cut them off.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen entangled with Blaylock for four consecutive seconds, and even knocked him to the ground when he was confronted without the ball. He was called a foul by the referee and refused to let him take the ball.

Braylock had no idea that this was the first time he had been knocked over by Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen unreservedly showed his soaring confrontation ability, Blaylock was entangled to no avail, and the opponent was determined not to let him catch the ball.

So he made a gesture.

They activated preparatory tactics.

Tyrone Corbin made his way down and helped Smith cover.

Curry, who seemed to be doing nothing, finally had something to do. He faced the air for many seconds, and now the opportunity was in front of him.

Curry ran and rushed over.

With a rough wave of his palm, he gave the serving racket to Mo Mengchen.

He had a chance to take the ball down directly, but his reaction was slower, so he had to do so.

That's enough.

After destroying the Eagles' serving tactics, Wilkens called a timeout. He froze in place, not knowing how the tactics were leaked. It wasn't until Curry disrupted the serve that he realized that their tactics had been seen through.

He wanted to directly create a scoring opportunity, but Mo Mengchen used it instead.

If you just serve a ball in a well-behaved manner, no matter how the Pistons do it, there is no way to take advantage of it.

This result was frustrating. Mo Mengchen quickly counterattacked and scored a layup - 22 to 21.

"Detroit took the lead!" Vinier Johnson exclaimed excitedly, "Lenny Wilkens' timeout didn't have any effect, Dor.Mo saw through their plan!"

"Yeah, this guy is amazing.

The magician praised again and again: "His tact and judgment are impressive. In him, I see a kind of aura similar to Larry Bird."

There is no higher evaluation of a young man than his lifelong enemy.

In the first 4 minutes of the second quarter, the Hawks never scored.

Mo Mengchen's calculations, Barkley's confrontation, outside line inaccuracies, and various mistakes caused their accumulated advantages in the first quarter to gradually disappear.

Mutombo, who was exhausted and grudged for a long time, pressed Barkley in the low position and shouted for the ball in his African voice.

Rhett stepped backwards.

He has to double-team at any time, Mutombo is not Laettner, his ability to distribute the ball is very poor, as long as the timing is good, he can be trapped to death.

The moment Mutombo took the ball, he hit it with all his strength.

Barkley can stand him, but he needs to give Mutombo an advantage, only then will he be desperate; only then can Reid find his chance.

Only then could they torture the haunting African giant to the point of exhaustion.

Mutombo thought he could eat Barkley raw, turned around, was about to get up hard, his teammates' reminders had been forgotten, and Reid seized the best opportunity to attack him frantically.

Mutombo relied on his height and arm length to force the shot.

How could such a ball be made?

The zombie's hook failed, and the ball bounced off the front of the basket. Barkley grabbed the rebound, shouted, and pushed forward alone. His plump body of 125 kg ran faster than most of the people present.

His weight affects his lateral speed, and his straight-line speed is not inferior to some forwards. This is him at the end of his peak, so you can imagine what an unsolvable dislocation killer this fat man was at his peak.

When you encounter a small forward, you use your weight to crush it, and when you encounter a power forward, you use your speed to pass, there is no solution.

Along the way, anyone who tried to stop Barkley was knocked away by him. Unstoppable, he eventually rushed to the frontcourt and completed the dunk.

24 is better than 21
"Don't worry!" Smith became annoyed. He was the one who averaged the most points per game for the Eagles, but he didn't sing in the playoffs.

Angry, he wanted to stand up and show his presence.

No one wants to compete with him for the shot right.

As soon as he got the ball, Smith showed the momentum to drown Curry. His signature half-turned, stepped into the basket, forced Ratliff's foul, and scored with a backhand.

The unreasonable personal attack broke the eagle's 4-minute scoring drought.

Smith yelled loudly to wake up his teammates. They had to know who was the strongest here.

Extra penalties, 24 draws.

What would Hill do if he was there?
Mo Mengchen didn't look at Hill off the court. He brought the ball to the frontcourt. He didn't call tactics rarely. After a few seconds, he made a gesture.

Ratliff took the man away, and Barkley pulled Mutombo out.

Barkley's pick-and-roll made it impossible for Blaylock to defend Mo Mengchen, so he had to hand over the difficult guy to their center.

Small and big, most defenders in this era would choose to break through, but Mo Mengchen retreated beyond the three-point line after a tentative breakthrough, gently pressed down with his right hand, and made a seductive fake action of pressing the ball, which perfectly fooled the African mountain Attention, he pulled horizontally to the right in an instant, one step outside the three-point line, and pulled up to shoot the basket.

unreasonable!
Very not Dor.Mo's shot!
Everyone thinks so.

until the ball goes in.

"What an Answer Ball!"

"The shouts from the scene are enough to prove how popular he is here!"

"His game is always reasonable, but the occasional unreasonable makes the whole audience want to stand up and shout for him!"

Hill is sitting on the sidelines, no matter what happens, he will not be surprised, they will definitely win tonight, Mo Mengchen told him so.

"Call back!" Wilkens continued to growl.

Perhaps it was the pressure brought by the roar of the old coach. Laettner, who has always been very calm, did not choose to use his body to fight hard when facing Reid's dislocation. Instead, he used his height advantage to shoot.

Both choices are correct, but it is never wrong for the big one to fight the small one.

"boom!"

Mo Mengchen preemptively judged the rebound's landing point and took it down. Now it is the rhythm they like, and Mutombo will use up all his strength in such a fast rhythm.

He yelled, "Counterattack!"

Steve Smith saw Mo Mengchen who was advancing with the ball, and he took Blaylock's job and ran to the top of the arc to intercept: "I won't let you pass, you bloody Australian bumpkin!"

The moment Mo Mengchen reached beyond the three-point line, his wrist pressed down again.

His [-]-pointer was terrifying, and Smith reacted instinctively, and he posted it.

Mo Mengchen's body sank, and when he bumped into him, he pulled it up again, and the ball-protecting elbow touched Smith's face at the moment of rising. This was an accident—a beautiful accident!

Mo Mengchen didn't enjoy this wonderful accident immediately because he was focused on shooting.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the second unreasonable three-pointer shot into the sky with the referee's whistle.

The moment he landed, Mo Mengchen intentionally lowered his center of gravity to ensure that he could land smoothly. As for the basketball, he used the most ideal way, which was also the most destructive way—it hit the backboard and blew into the basket heavily. .

"Dor. Mooooooo~~~~!!!"

Smith took an elbow, fouled, and did not prevent Mo Mengchen from scoring.

All the negative emotions in the world surged in his chest, he wished he could step forward and beat Mo Mengchen hard, but he also knew that Mo Mengchen was not easy to mess with.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "I swear, I will definitely bury you bastards at home today!"

Mo Mengchen stood up from the ground, the expression on his face seemed to be mocking Smith, his performance was not directly proportional to his cruel words.

"This matter is a bit difficult for you, why not do this." Mo Mengchen pointed at the basket, "You can crash your head on it, then maybe we can show mercy and mourn at the cost of losing this game Your whole life is worse than shit."

Smith could hardly bear it, and in the end he didn't come forward.

Sarcasm flew out of his mouth, and Mo Mengchen turned around and walked towards his teammates. It is customary to have a small meeting before making free throws.

"Does your hand feel like an explosion?" Barkley asked excitedly.

"Pay attention to Steve Smith, Michael, if you can't do it, say hello to Theo in advance, I know it's difficult for you to guard him."

Mo Mengchen didn't talk nonsense. After saying this, he went to make a free throw.

"Shh!"

He's still shooting 100 percent from the free-throw line in the playoffs.

"31 to 24, the score suddenly opened, and Dor.Mo's strong shooting performance made up for Grant Hill's vacancy."

Smith is not incompetent, but under Wilkens' system, he, an ace scorer who averaged 20 points per game, seemed to have a mediocre presence. At this time, he was furious and could no longer care about the team's system. Responding to Mo Mengchen and venting all his anger was what he had to do.

He ran from the outside to the bottom line, borrowing the cover of three teammates along the way. This is almost a tactic of three guarantees. Once it fails, the whole tactic collapses.

Smith ran out of position to get the ball, but the defender did not lose it. Losing his mind, he made a strong three-pointer against the defense.

"Shh!"

"My three-pointer will break your guts!" Smith roared out of control.

Will Mo Mengchen still respond?

The problem disappeared as soon as it appeared.

As Mo Mengchen lobbed the ball to Barkley, the confrontation between him and Smith was over.

Smith's anger was burning, but Mo Mengchen's goal was to consume Mutombo to the point of exhaustion.

Barkley smashed past Mutombo like a small tank, forced to score, and added fuel to this increasingly fierce battle.

In the second half of the second quarter, the game was shattered. There were hero shots, response shots, unreasonable strong shots, low post plays, everything, and the two sides worked together to push the first half to the climax.

(End of this chapter)