You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 331

The Magic have a decent lineup on paper.

Their starters are Hardaway, Nick Anderson, Van Horn, Cobra Grant, Ronnie Seikali.

The bench also has powerful veterans like Mark Price and Derek Harper. It seems that it should be a lineup that can hit the playoffs. It is not weak in strength and has depth. Become a rope and breathe out at the same time.

This is the second year that Pence has become the boss. Last year he was injured and was reimbursed halfway through his business. Come back this year, he is still learning to be a boss.

It's just that he can't deter anyone now.

Although he has an average strength of 27+7+6 per game, these people in the team treat him like a child.

Grant, Sekali, and Nixon all need strength and qualifications, but Penny is not the kind of boss who comes with a domineering aura.

Therefore, in this team, the only player he can use is the second-best rookie Van Horn.

However, with his gentle disposition, if one day Van Horn suddenly said, "I am the No. [-] pick, what number is your trash, you dare to order me?" What would happen?

Mo Mengchen and Hardaway faced each other.

It seems that Hardaway gained weight during the offseason, and his muscles look much stronger than before. Presumably Hardaway, seen by the audience in front of the TV, will no longer be the slender figure he used to be.

With a well-trained body, it looks like he weighs 93 kilograms. This is the secret of his average score of 36+27+7 in 6 minutes per game this season. The increased weight has brought his confrontation to another level. Get up more and more freely.

Many people want to know how high Penny can reach if he doesn't get hurt, and now Mo Mengchen has the opportunity to verify this if.

"I'll let you go into Christmas with a failure," said Penny slowly.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to forgive him for refusing to shake hands with him, so he offered a sentence to his trash talk: "Can the people who lead the team with less than 50% win rate stop bragging?"

This sentence undoubtedly hit Penny's sensitive point, he gave Mo Mengchen a hard look, and said: "You wait for me!"

Who is not waiting for grandson.

No one, including Mo Mengchen, had confidence in Ratliff's jump ball, he always lost the jump ball, and there will be no surprises tonight.

As the first Asian to land in the NBA, Sekali, who did not play a game on behalf of Asia, stretched his long arms and gave the racket to Hardaway.

In return, Hardaway delivered the ball to him decisively and in a timely manner when he was in the low post.

Sekali yelled "Hello", stood down, and held the ball forcefully. He didn't pay attention to Ratliff behind him. , he performed a dream dance, but he didn't shake people, just to make his offense look better. In the end, he still had to use his height to shoot over Ratliff's head.

"Boom!"

2 is better than 0
"Good start, I hope this is a good start." Magic's home commentator Harrison Gilbertson said.

His partner, who is also the commentator tonight, the curly-haired Dave Kersin said: "I hope Penny will let Detroit know tonight that basketball is not just about statistics."

Clearly, Kersin is a strong supporter of the Detroit Brush team's argument.

Mo Mengchen didn't have the ball in his hands, so Hardaway thought he was scared.

"It seems that you are just a supporting role in the team now." Hardaway said regretfully.

Mo Mengchen replied softly: "Are you not satisfied with the supporting role who averages more assists per game than you?"

"Damn data brush!" The furious Penny no longer cares about the rationality of this sentence. He is not a supporter of the Detroit Brush team's argument, but now he wants to spout trash talk. If he doesn't bring up this matter, he won't be able to spit on Mo Mengchen. .

Before Mo Mengchen could reply, Hill's rumor spread out of bounds and hit the cheerleaders on the head.

"Look, they can't do it when they meet a real defense!" Kersin yelled.

Hill apologized to the beautiful cheerleader from a long distance away, only to see that blond beauty with red eyes, it seems that the pass was quite powerful.

It's a pity that Hill couldn't stay and say sorry, the Magic's counterattack came quickly.

The more talented a team is, the more it likes to play counterattacks. It has been the case since ancient times.

Because these talented men are often good players in rotation offense, the Magic, like the Pistons, once they hit a counterattack, few teams can stop it.

Hardaway is a marshal who sees all directions and listens to all directions. He pays attention to the positions of Anderson and Van Horn, and then glances at Mo Mengchen behind him.

Playing 3-2 in the frontcourt, he made an emergency stop and passed to Van Horn beautifully.

Van Horn stretched his long arms and made a soft layup.

"Very good, this is basketball! This is the risk of selflessness. Let the insiders get rebounds and get the rebounds comfortably. What is selflessness? That is exploitation!" Kersin was irrational and broadcast live in front of dozens of media face crazy black piston.

Gilbertson wanted to stop him, but didn't know how.

Kersin is also a commentator who retired from the player. When he was a player, he was an insider. He played in the NBA for more than ten years, mostly in supporting roles. The biggest deed in his career was visiting China on behalf of the Bullets, and he also left a racial discrimination scandal there. .

"Why didn't you catch up with him?" Hill asked.

He felt that Mo Mengchen could catch up to Hardaway just now, so it would not be a 3-on-2 frontcourt. Let the Magic's backcourt trio form a 3-on-2 frontcourt, which is no different from sending points.

"It's not necessary." Mo Mengchen replied.

Not "I can't catch up", but "It's not necessary".

Mo Mengchen continued to let Hill hold the ball, ran to the front court alone, and stood in the left corner. He and Alan Houston on the right formed a restraint on the left and right wings. Ratliff and Barkley went on the pick-and-roll at the same time. It is a typical V-shaped attack, which is also called horn attack.

In the future NBA, such tactical positioning is already the norm, but in the 90s of the twentieth century, this kind of fancy tactical positioning was considered flashy for old-school players like Kersin.

"They should go play against the Harlem basketball team. What do they think the NBA is?" Kersin continued to mock.

That's when Hill taught Van Horn a lesson.

Van Horn is Bird's template. His shooting skills are about half as good as Bird's, but his defense is far behind.

Hill passed him, just one step.

Barkley and Ratliff's pick-and-roll was called to open up the space. Once he broke through and saw no one to defend, Hill gave up the pass option and went straight to the basket to score a dunk.

"Grant Hill does have real talents, but he shouldn't continue grabbing inside rebounds, I believe it's not his idea either!" Kerxin looked at Mo Mengchen maliciously, "There are always some people who like to bewitch People's hearts."

Mo Mengchen didn't have time to understand the mad dog at the banquet.

Dealing with a Hardaway is already very difficult, let him bark if the mad dog likes to bark.

Hardaway dribbles to the frontcourt, and his teammates have helped him open the space.

"It's time for people to see the gap between you and me. They shouldn't compare me with you." Hardaway took the ball with his left hand and looked no different from his right hand.

As Mo Mengchen beat Kidd and averaged 17+8+11 per game, fans and professional football critics gave up the comparison between him and Kidd, and turned their targets to star guards like Penny and the Beatles.

"Let me state first, I don't like others to compare you with me." Mo Mengchen opened his hands and lowered his center of gravity, like a frog stepping on a lotus leaf, looking for the next lotus leaf, "The gap between you and me , is the gap between 22 wins and 3 losses and 11 wins and 14 losses."

Mo Mengchen's trash talk aroused Hardaway's fight.

Penny lost his mind, he saw the flaw in Mo Mengchen's weak side, took a strong step, and crossed the line of defense.

You idiot, how could I give you so much room for a breakthrough for no reason?
Hardaway went to the basket and encountered a double attack from Barkley and Ratliff. Under such a strong defense, he couldn't even see the basket, so he could only gamble on luck.

Luck was not on his side.

Almost instantly, Ratliff caught Hardaway and handed over the rebound to Mo Mengchen.

"Damn selfish, look at these numb bastards, they don't know what a rebound is!" Kersin yelled, "This Aussie is the root of Detroit's selfishness!"

Mo Mengchen accelerated forward, with Hill on the left and Houston on the right, 3-on-1 in the frontcourt, the speed was too fast, and the Magic had no time to retreat.

Why is he advancing with the ball so fast?
Behind Mo Mengchen, Hadaway could only be horrified.

Van Horn retreated to the back, and he had to face the counterattack of the three alone.

Mo Mengchen had a chance to score alone. He used the Eurostep to sway past Van Horn, but instead of laying up, he threw the ball behind him.

Hill didn't make a layup either, and instead made a back pass, a wonderful three-person connection, and finally Alan Houston rode a weak Van Horn to complete a bloodthirsty dunk.

"Beep!"

Van Horn also got a rookie whistle for this.

After Houston dunked, he excitedly ran to the commentary booth and gave Kersin a middle finger: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. There is no one in the world who is more selfless than those two men. You are pitiful and helpless. stupid dog!"

"Beep!"

For this move, Houston got a T.

"That's how the hell it should be!"

But he didn't bring any negative effects, and his counterattack against Kersin made the whole team excited.

Hill walked towards Houston and bumped into his shoulder: "Sorry, don't do this next time."

"No matter how many times I will stand up for you!" Houston said firmly.

Mo Mengchen watched silently, and finally said: "If you have so much money to pay the fine, you might as well donate some money to African refugees. Do you know how many people in Africa can't even fill their stomachs?"

Dad's cold water was not late today, and it came on time.

Those who didn't know thought this was the ace player sent by which Notre Dame.
Houston was so angry that he stared like a fighting cock: "You you you!"

(End of this chapter)