You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 302 It's Impossible
Adam Frauses stood there bewildered, not expecting Jerome Williams to be sent off just like that.

without any precautions.

He likes Williams' energy very much, and he even thinks Williams is the answer to the Pistons' No. 4 position, but this young man still needs to prove himself through his performance on the court.

Those few minutes exposed Williams' strengths and weaknesses.

The advantage is his energy, he is not afraid of anyone, and he has no problem doing dirty work; the disadvantage is that his violent temper makes it difficult for him to stay on the court for a long time.

Frouseth looked around, forcibly ignoring the earnest Barkley, and called out Ben Wallace.

"Ben, I need you to control fouls and guard the paint with Theo."

Even Frouseth didn't see the huge potential in Wallace, and almost everyone felt that Ratliff had a brighter prospect than Wallace.

He is also good at blocking shots. Ratliff has a height of 208 cm. Although Wallace is also 208 cm tall, but he and Ratliff stand together, and the moisture in the registered height is displayed.

People with bad eyesight should also find that this guy's barefoot height may be just over two meters, including the height of the sneakers, at most 205 centimeters.

If not, the Celtics' ML Carr wouldn't have said when Wallace went to training camp: "You can't play inside, try to see if you can play guard."

Due to his short height, Wallace was looked down upon by many people. He kept silent and exercised his body day after day.

If there is no height, he has to find a way to increase his hardness.

The power of defense alone is not enough, so he tried his best to use his short stature, but his advantages of extremely nimble and brisk steps to strengthen defense changes, assist defense, and make up defense.

It can be said that, except for single defense, Wallace's defense has no obvious flaws.

After he came on the court, he and Ratliff blocked the Knicks' breakthrough layups consecutively, which indirectly led to the Pistons' counterattack boom.

In the first quarter, the Pistons led the Knicks by 32 points 23 to 9.

"Their strength is impressive." Vinier Johnson said excitedly, "I hereby announce that the Pistons team we were looking forward to really appeared."

Kenny Smith was relatively calm. He was in this team before. The Pistons had better personnel depth last season, but they have not been able to take advantage of the lineup for a long time.

They got off to a good start tonight, and that was just the beginning, and for it to last, others have to fire.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Frauses put Bobby Jackson, Dumars, Houston, Ben Wallace, and Scott Pollard on the field.

This is the difference between him and Collins, he does not insist that Mo Mengchen or Hill be present at all times.

Except for Houston, none of the other four are starters.

The backcourt even sent a double guard lineup like Jackson and Dumars.

Playing side by side with Dumars and Houston, the two big brothers on the team, Jackson was careful not to express himself as much as he did in summer league.

"He was shooting like a jammed pistol," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen is not worried about Jackson's performance, everyone needs to have a process of adaptation, this is only his first game, and soon Jackson will find that the second team is a stage tailored for him.

The Pistons' second unit didn't work well together, and Jackson and Dumars weren't compatible enough, both of whom needed to have the ball in their hands.

Seeing that there was a problem, Frauses also made adjustments.

After 3 minutes in the second quarter, Don Reed replaced Dumars.

At this time, the score on the court was 36 to 29
The Knicks bit the score very tightly, and this substitution also had problems.

Reid, who was determined to perform on the court, lost his sense of normalcy. When he got the ball, he only saw the basket. He ignored Jackson's tactical instructions and forced an attack, but was ruthlessly rejected by Ewing's cap.

"It's too messy?" Houston yelled.

The only thing that remains constant is Houston's playing time.

Regarding the use of Houston, Frauses and Collins reached a consensus. They both knew that this was a stamina monster that couldn't run to death and had a particularly strong body, so they used it unambiguously.

It has been non-stop since the beginning.

What is even more exaggerated is his reaction. Houston has long been used to this kind of thing, and he doesn't want to rest. As long as there is a need, he will always be the most diligent one in running positions and counterattacks.

At this time, in order to perform, Reid overlapped with Houston's tactics, completely disrupting the entire front.

"What is he doing?" Mo Mengchen stood up and shouted, "Tang, do what you should do!"

Reid didn't respond to Mo Mengchen. He continued to run, looking enthusiastic and full of energy, but in fact he was messing around, messing up the team's game rhythm.

Houston was displeased and kept silent until Don Reid robbed his three-pointer tactic and made a speechless three-point shot, and the CIC king broke out.

"What the hell are you doing?" Houston asked.

Frouseth knew who could control Don Red, and he immediately replaced Mo Mengchen: "Go and replace Alan."

There was the sound of substitutions from the sidelines, Mo Mengchen came out, his face was cloudy, not sunny, his eyes were like dark clouds piled above his head, ready to rain cold rain on Reid.

"What are you doing?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Reid didn't dare to look directly at Mo Mengchen: "I'm so excited, I just."

"So excited that you ran into the wrong position? So excited to grab other people's opportunities in a row? So excited that you forgot to defend? So excited that you don't know what your duty is?" Mo Mengchen's words were as cold as iron, "If you think this is excitement, but If it wasn't a mistake, I would be very disappointed."

"Sorry, Mo, I."

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I remember those stupid mistakes. If it happens again tonight, you will get out of here!"

Mo Mengchen scolded Reid severely, and then Wallace sent him the ball.

"I hope Dor.Mo can stabilize this increasingly chaotic rhythm after playing."

Mo Mengchen did not occupy the ball, he handed it over to Bobby Jackson, who is currently No. 1 on the Pistons field.

"B-Jax, be confident!"

After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he made a move that no one expected.

He helped Don Reid make a beautiful empty-handed screen, and his seemingly thin body actually hung Larry Johnson.

The angry aunt raised her elbows to push Mo Mengchen away, and Mo Mengchen stretched out his feet when he fell to the ground, tripped the other party in a blink of an eye, and took revenge on the spot.

"You dirty bastard!" Johnson cursed petulantly.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "It's better than your sloppy donkey."

Reed got his chance as usual, catching a lob pass from Jackson for a layup.

He feels comfortable and that's how he plays.

But Mo Mengchen's face remained unchanged. The cover just now was just to create a good opportunity, and he didn't deliberately find Rhett.

Larry Johnson, irritated by Mo Mengchen, entered the positional battle and devoted all his anger to Don Reed.

Reed was clean with him on the court, but Johnson now has every reason to blow him up.

The furious aunt pushed Johnson away, turning over and hitting a jumper.

He was obviously overwhelmed.

Seeing that 5 minutes had passed, Frouseth called Hill to wait on the sidelines, and changed players as soon as the dead ball time came.

Seeing Hill standing on the sidelines, Reid became more and more nervous.

This is why he wants to perform. He is not willing to be a substitute who plays 15 minutes per game. He hopes to climb to a higher position, but in the Pistons, it is impossible for him to start.

Houston at No. 2 and Hill at No. 3 are both young and capable, and they are still in a period of rapid growth. The others have no chance.

Thinking of this, Reid called himself a tactic on the weak side, but Bobby Jackson ignored it.

"Rookie, give me the ball!" Reed yelled.

Johnson's defense was put up neatly, even if Jackson wanted to give the ball, it was impossible, and Reid was already guarded to death.

An angry Rhett cursed secretly.

Mo Mengchen took a screen and ran out to get the ball. There were only eight seconds left in the attack time, so he chose to single out.

"I don't believe you can score!" Starks yelled.

The relationship between him and Mo Mengchen was formed as early as when the latter was a rookie. During the offseason last year, the Knicks once wanted to trade Starks and the Pistons for Mo Mengchen, and even took the draft pick. After being rejected by Collins, Mo Mengchen unilaterally exposed the matter, causing great turmoil within the Knicks.

It took them a lot of effort to appease Starks, but Mo Mengchen and Starks have become enemies since then.

Mo Mengchen turned to dribble, so fast that Starks couldn't react.

When Starks reacted, Mo Mengchen's body had knocked him away. This was not the first time Mo Mengchen got rid of someone instantly tonight.

Hill has seen his entire progress.

These advances are too shocking to believe.

Because what Mo Mengchen improved were those abilities that seemed impossible to improve at all.

Lateral speed, linear speed, ball speed, speed of movement.

His initial speed was unqualified for his height, but now, his speed is not inferior to those small guards who are in the early 180 cm.

How did you do it?
Under everyone's doubts, Mo Mengchen caught Ewing's foul, but unfortunately, he failed to make a layup.

Reid went off the field in frustration and handed over to Hill.

"Not counting the free throws that followed, Dor.Mo scored 4 points tonight and didn't make a single three-pointer. Does he know how to shoot?"

"Or is he still not used to the extended three-point line?"

"This is impossible!"

Hearing the speculation about the microwave oven, Kenny Smith retorted affirmatively.

Because he knew that the three-pointers that Mo Mengchen usually practiced were all three-pointers before the distance was shortened, so there was no problem of adapting or not.

(End of this chapter)